Talendur inspected the small room that was given to him. The hobbit tending the bar said that the inn only had small rooms near the stables, but that would be better than Talendur had had for a while, so he agreed to occupy one. The room was more like a closet, furnished only with a small cot and an old wooden chair. He suspected that the room had been a closet that was converted to a "room" due to the Green Dragon's rescent popularity.
Talendur tested the cot and found it to be satisfactory, though it sagged a little in the middle. Then he left his cramped cell and went towards the front door, intent on retrieving his horse that was still tied out in the wood. As he came into view of the parlour once more, he recognized Aerandir and another ranger Phervasaion, as well as a pretty maiden that seemed to know Aerandir very well.
"Well, this is quite a congregation here," said Talendur with a laugh. "Hail Phervasaion, it is nice to see another good ranger in these parts. And who might this friend of yours be Aerandir?"
[ March 02, 2003: Message edited by: Elfhelm ]
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Behold the grassy plains and rolling hills of Rohan!
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