Along the lonely road a weary travler sees the lights of the inn.He is a tall man and has dark hair that comes down to his shoulder.His eyes are also dark and piercing a light shines in his pale face.
He is clad in a long gray coat with a bow Two thirds of his hight, a sword just as long, and an ax just of equal length but almost as broad as his shoulders.These he wears with a large pack across his back.
He enters the inn some notice his arrival and some pay no mind.He asks for some ale fresh bread and there best cheese.He then walks over to the tabel in the corner of the room between the fire and the window.
All the while he eats and drinks with a broad smile on his face but after he is done his face slowly grows dim and worriesome.
He draws a fine long pipe and takes out a large satchel of pipe weed and lights it.In the light of the ambers of his pipe the deep red stripes in his beard are visabel.Two red and blone mingled stripes on his chin with a brown stripe down the center and wheat golden edges on the corners of his mouth.
The smell of the pipe weed is fragrent and soft a smile enters his face as he enjoys it.he sets his feet on the chair besides him and begins to relax from his weary and long journy. [img]smilies/redface.gif[/img]
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