Alatariel rode up to the Inn on her horse, this time was not the same white mare. 'Twas a black stallion, the darkest black you could ever see, no white spots. She rode him towards the Inn's stables. Alatariel put him in a stall, and walked towards the Inn.
Arriving inside, she walked over to the bar and ordered a glass of red wine, and then sat down again. She sat their waiting, for someone to come.
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-Ever wonder whats beyond those trees?
-More trees.
'Poor ye. Ye're tied to someone who's been photographed trying to shave their hand... My condolences.'
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