A Dwarf, looking close to middle aged but retaining youthful strength, ambled along the dusty path. He wore a light brown tunic, a traveler's cap and a grey cloak which partially covered the glint that shone off his mail coat.
Walking at a slow, but steady pace (as is the manner with dwarves), and carrying a hefty single edged axe over his shoulder, the dwarf approached the sign hanging outside a large building. It read: The Green Dragon Inn "This looks like a good place to stop and hae a drink, before I'm on my way," declared the dwarf in his rich baretone voice; to no one in particular (in fact, the yard around him was empty). With that, he proceeded through the door of the inn.
[ January 07, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
[ January 08, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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