Esgalindorn, the ranger finally woke up. Sipping beer from a mug given to him by the inn keeper he heard all that people around him were speaking about. He looked around and saw elves, hobbits, dwarves and men.
He stood up and spoke out, "Listen to me, fair folk. I bring news from my captain in the North."
A few people looked up at him in wonder. None of them had noticed how young the ranger was. He couldn't be more than 18 years of age. Young and full of life, but at the same time, there seemed to be some bitter grief in his eyes.
"A decision was made to increase the number of rangers posted in and around the shire. And I've been chosen as one of them."
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