Merin removed his chain-mail and left his axe at the door with the guard.He wasn't used to traveling much beyond his home territory,and though other guests could be seen with scabbards and staffs laying by thier seats,he wanted to be as polite and inconspicious as possible,besides,if he wanted to fight,he might do more harm than good with an axe.
He had found bandages for his hands the morning after he had hunted the house.By now,the pain had lessened,and much of the blisters and skin were peeling.He needed a healer,and a place to stay.He had travelled all the way from the outskirts of Rohan,but with no money,nothing to trade,and not much of a chance to improve on what was now,rather grimy looks.
Of course his nightly habits now worked against him.
Merin walked in,blue eyes darting,quickly sizing up each customer and giving a nearby window a glance before taking a seat by the fire.His wiry shoulders hung in a sigh of relief.Wrapping his stained,grey,leather cloak around him,he tucked his hands in the folds of his oversized,white tunic and rested,to the point of lightly dozing.
This place may have strange,short people,as well as humans and elves,but the air felt safe and comforting.He was short for a 21 year old human,only 5'5,and very thin,but wiry.His thick,dusty-grey hair hung to his shoulders and hid part of his face.
Dozing as he was,he was listening with acute attention to everything around him.
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