Athril walked slowly into the inn, as a smile crept upon her young face, feeling the sweet warmth of the hearth for the first time in what felt like ages. She stood for awhile just looking around the old inn, remebering.
She strode silently over to a small table by the fire, recognising only a few faces. It had been so long since she had been here, and there were so many new people and things, but it still felt the way it used to, warm and welcoming. She doubted that many would remeber her, only a few close friends who she had already gone to chat with for awhile, she had always been a bit shy.
She sat for a long time, looking around at the small inn and its many other patrons. She had missed this place, it had ment a lot to her, it was pratically home. She didn't feel like getting a room, though she was wiery from her long journey home, she had come a long way, and didn't want to leave it, even for sleep, just yet.
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