[Fool Of A Took]

Grimm entered the Inn the late evening with a smile on his face. He removed his hood and sat down by an empty table. He was quiet hungry so he walked to the counter and ordered some supper that already were being served among the guests. So peaceful, he thought, I might stay here for a while. He sipped his ale that he got and looked around himself. He saw a few dwarves sitting in the corner and a stranger sitting alone by the bar. Two hobbits were sitting close to each other and whispering. He he gazed out the window at his left side. It was getting dark.

He rose and walked to the Common Room. He sat down in an armchair and leaned back and then drew a deep sigh. It feels like this is my home, he thought, like I have been here before. He shook his head and laughed quietly. A hobbit looked up at him and looked confused. The hobbit thought Grimm was strange. Big folk!, he thought. Grimm said to the hobbit “You dont know anyone from Rohan around here?”. The hobbit seemed shy, but answered “Erhm, the only one I know of is the Innkeeper here, she’s from Rohan, her name is Aman”. Grimm nodded slowly. He looked around himself, he wanted to talk to someone, it had been a long journey from Rohan.