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Wren · 06-01-2003, 12:26 AM

The young rider dismounted her horse in front of the Green Dragon Inn. She stretched the kinks out of her legs, and then led the buckskinned stallion into the inn's stables. She shook her head at the stablehand's offer of assistance. Then she led her horse into an empty stall.

Taking a curry comb out of a saddle bag, she began to comb the lather off of his velvety coat. She talked soothingly all the while, making sure he is all but dried. Then she lays a light blanket over his back. He snorts at her fussiness, but she just scratches him affectionatly on his neck. She gives him his full ration of feed and a little hay besides. Then she takes a bucket and goes outside to fill at at the pump.

Looking around as the bucket is filling, she can see that the inn is busy place, hobbits as well as men and elves are coming and going. She can hear voices laughing, talking and even singing. With her bucket filled, she hurries in to give her friend a well-deserved drink.

Giving the satisfied stallion a soft goodbye, she leaves him to enter the inn proper. It is quite crowded and smoke-filled making her a little unfortable.

She is simply dressed in her bucksin breeches and long grey cloak. Sturdy boots carry her over to the bar, where she inquires about a room for the night. With her lodgings arranged she orders a meal and her favorite drink: mead.

Looking for an empty table, but finding none, she stands near the fire, instead, absorbing its friendly warmth. She sips from her mug, and waits for her dinner to arrive.

When the innkeeper hands her meal, she gives him enough coins to pay for the meal and the room for the night as well. She begins to eat the savory meat pie, thinking this would not be an easy mail to prepare out on the trail.

She smiles as little as the food, and fire begin to warm her. Taking another sip from her mug, she takes a moment to see the many guests enjoing themselves at the end of the day.

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06-01-2003, 12:26 AM	#774
Wren Pile O'Bones Join Date: May 2003 Location: Deep in the Woods Posts: 11	The young rider dismounted her horse in front of the Green Dragon Inn. She stretched the kinks out of her legs, and then led the buckskinned stallion into the inn's stables. She shook her head at the stablehand's offer of assistance. Then she led her horse into an empty stall. Taking a curry comb out of a saddle bag, she began to comb the lather off of his velvety coat. She talked soothingly all the while, making sure he is all but dried. Then she lays a light blanket over his back. He snorts at her fussiness, but she just scratches him affectionatly on his neck. She gives him his full ration of feed and a little hay besides. Then she takes a bucket and goes outside to fill at at the pump. Looking around as the bucket is filling, she can see that the inn is busy place, hobbits as well as men and elves are coming and going. She can hear voices laughing, talking and even singing. With her bucket filled, she hurries in to give her friend a well-deserved drink. Giving the satisfied stallion a soft goodbye, she leaves him to enter the inn proper. It is quite crowded and smoke-filled making her a little unfortable. She is simply dressed in her bucksin breeches and long grey cloak. Sturdy boots carry her over to the bar, where she inquires about a room for the night. With her lodgings arranged she orders a meal and her favorite drink: mead. Looking for an empty table, but finding none, she stands near the fire, instead, absorbing its friendly warmth. She sips from her mug, and waits for her dinner to arrive. When the innkeeper hands her meal, she gives him enough coins to pay for the meal and the room for the night as well. She begins to eat the savory meat pie, thinking this would not be an easy mail to prepare out on the trail. She smiles as little as the food, and fire begin to warm her. Taking another sip from her mug, she takes a moment to see the many guests enjoing themselves at the end of the day. [ June 01, 2003: Message edited by: Wren ] Wren - Please check yur PM's (Private Messages) [ June 01, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]