The door to the inn opened. A woman, dressed in shades of grey, green and brown stepped inside, pushing the hood of her dusty cloak back.
Looking around, she did not see many people. At the bar sat a very thin and nervous looking young man, his eyes darting back and forth. Walking over, Hirilaelin sat down next to him.
"Something to drink please," she said, putting her pack next to her seat. Looking over at the young man, she smiled. "Hello," she greeted him.
Eorlan looked at the woman as she walked into the inn. When she sat down and said hello,he replied, in barely above a whisper, "Hello."
At his reply, Hiriaelin spoke again, holding out her hand. "My name is Hirilaelin, though most call me Hiri. I am a traveler, but hail from the North. Who may you be?"
[ January 22, 2003: Message edited by: Hirilaelin ]
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