The pale stranger with dark hair and sky blue eyes pushed the door of the inn open and stepped inside. He was wearing a dark mossy green cloak clasped with a gold brooch. He had a large pack slung on hs back, a harp case in one hand and a carved staff of oak in the other. Slowly, he walked over to the counter to pay for a room, and was shown to one towards the back of the inn. A room in a quiet out of the way place.
A few minutes later, the strnager returned without his cloak or staff, but with his harp-case. He had a green shawl of silk and lamb's wool over a greenish-greyish-purplish robe, with a leather belt clasped with silver, and a ring of twisted gold about his neck. The stranger stood in the door of the common room, as if unsure what to do next.
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"I'm your huckleberry....that's just my game."
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