The chill wind blew the wet early-season snow about him as he rode; the white flakes quickly melting as they stuck to Blackveil his horse. It surely would be colder in the hills of Evendim this day though it was more seasonable when he passed through. The long days of Midsummer past made his trek in the far North quite profitable this year, and now a new path he took out of the Evendim hills and he looked for a place to dry off and warm.
There had been so many inns he would make his first stop at when returning from his treks north... the Skarlet, the Forest, the ever popular Prancing Pony in Bree, and the seedy Forsaken to the east. But this time he had wandered farther west, and the sign of the Green Dragon swung dimly in the flickering lamplight ahead.
Silvanis dismounted in front and tethered Blackveil to the tree that grew nearby the road, and as the wet snow struggled from becoming icy rain, he gave her strokes on the nose as he looked at the activity of much supply unloading from a cart. Silvanis paid it no further mind and pushed the door of the Inn open and stepped inside.
The heavily wet dark fur cloak dripped out as Silvanis looked around the Inn. One, it appeared to be the Innkeeper was getting a key for what appeared to be the one with the supply outside, and some others were talking amongst themselves at the tables. The firelight flickered its hue about the room as the flames danced with the varying draft, and the slight woodsmoke in the air gave soft haze to the lamplight. It seemed a good inn, and even if it was not, it would surely be a better sleep with a soft mat under oneself.
Sliding his hand over his head pushing the wet hood back, he stepped toward the nearest end of the bar. Leaning forward, he motioned his arm to gain attention if the Innkeeper who was rather occupied with business with a supplier, but she politly paused for a moment to tend to him.
'An ale and a room please.'
was all Silvanis said to the innnkeeper as his blue/grey eyes stared hollow at her. His wild and unkempt look was somewhat intimidating yet he was gentlmanly, and without further word, a tankard of ale was before him. The innkeeper spoke apologeticly to him, seemingly worried about the care her wine supply was getting.
"Can I get you a room after i tend to some very important business?"
Silvanis sipped the ale and nodded, and she was again off to insure all is well with her supply.
Silvanis turned and leaned on the bar, watching all that was going on, and if she didn't get to giving him a room, the roof overhead and fire of the common room was good enough.
It was a bit before she got all settled, and he listened as she spoke the rates to the woman who requested the room. He thought to hmself 'a well-ordered Inn this is' and he dug for payment for the ale and room...
[ May 07, 2003: Message edited by: Snowdog ]
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