Bali, the dwarf, hung his axe on a rack near the door, and continued into the room. He looked around the large inn, noticing the diversity in the race of the many patrons sitting, talking, singing and dinning, some merry, some sad, some angry, and some deep in thought. His eyes strayed to the elf talking to an old, tired-looking man sitting at a table with a guest Bali could not get a good look at.
The elf turned away and moved back to the fire,where she sat. Bali turned his attention to her. An elf. There are many of them here. I wonder if any dwarves are around. Anyway, I must find the innkeeper. I need a place to stay. Straightening his tunic and cape, the dwarf headed across the room and found a seat, close to the fire.
[ January 08, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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