[avarrogion]

It was quite a journey to the Shire for Enlothien. And now he was here standing at the door of the inn called Green Dragon. He put a smile on his face, The Green Dragon reminded him of the inn called Prancing Pony. Enlothien had heard a lot about this inn, a place where adventures begin.

Now he was standing inside the inn, it was crowded, people from all races were there, elves, men and halflings. Enlothien pulled down his hood to reveal his unnatural elvish looks, yellowish eyes and purplish hair tied to the back. He is looking for a sit in the inn.