A Person in a black cloak walked in. He did not seem like a threat, after all he had no visible weapons and did not causing trouble.
On his back was a traveller's pack. Well worn and slightly battered. It was a faded brown color. He walked to a seat in the corner and sat down. He was evidently a newcomer. From far distance the man looked liked a naz^gul (because of the cloak). he reached into a pocket in his pack and pulled out a small canteen, he took a sip of the contents and put it back, with his hood still up the person sat there, face looked at the floor, possibly asleep, such a frightening person nobody would possibly speak to him so he would probably not speak to someone else.
[ January 28, 2003: Message edited by: cole ]
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