[Orual]

A young man stepped into the Inn. He was cloaked in green, his face partially shadowed by the hood. What was visible of his face was young, friendly, and strangely familiar to some of the Inn's patrons. But few, if any, even of those who seemed to recognize him had ever seen him before.

He was an unassuming figure, not very tall and of a slight build. His clothes, what could be seen of them beneath his cloak, were dirty and well-worn, and looked like they were probably hand-me-downs. He walked with a self-assured gait, but not one that called attention to himself. All in all, he looked like a Ranger--which he was.

After asking for a glass of water, he took a seat at one of the tables. The young, raven-haired girl caught his eye, and he smiled at her blush. It reminded him of the one he had come here to seek. "This seems like a place where she would feel comfortable," he said quietly. He threw back his hood and shifted in his seat. Most of those who had seen him come in were no longer paying him any mind, but if they had been, they might have received another clue as to why they recognized him. His hair was dark red, and his eyes bright green.

He turned around and saw a young hobbit girl. She was watching the young woman, who was now singing, but he mistakenly thought that the girl was watching him. "Do you mind if I ask you a question, miss?" he asked.