As Enessar drew up to the Inn, he thought of all the many inns he had seen in his long life. Clad in a green tunic he was not that outstanding from a distance. At first glance he seemed to be entirely aloof from everyone and everything except him, his things, and his horse.
He wished that in this inn he would find friends wishing him to acclompish something, to keep himself from his past which he hoped to forget.
As he opened the door, people gave him a glance and then turned to their friends again; as always, he felt alone.
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