It had been a few hours now, and Mylasia walked back into the Inn. She put her bow in her room then cam down to the bar.
"Tea please", she asked the hobbit lass.
"Here you go Miss Mylasia, careful it’s hot!" she said as she handed it the counter. Mylasia thanked her and looked around to see if she could see Fili. But alas he was gone. Mylasia sighed, he was one of the few who were friendly. The Inn was now packed and all tables were taken so Mylasia made her way over to the fire. Only one lone person sat there, it was a man. She sat down and took a long drink of her tea and looked in to the crackling fire. Mylasia didn’t want to say anything, he might be one of those people. She sat in silence.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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