[Kates Frodo Temp]

A tall, dark-haired boy slipped into the inn. The boy was young, maybe fourteen, and he was dressed all in brown except for a long cloak of mottled grey. He stood in the doorway for a moment, his slate-colored eyes darting and shifting, seeming almost to change hue, as he took in the scene.

There was food, and the place was warm and dry. Perhaps there was a place for him to sleep, and... No, it was crowded, too crowded. He turned to leave.