Waenchamior walked through the shire. Seeing the Green Dragon Inn in the distance. He pushed his greasy, curly, red hair out of his face. As he approached he noticed two women standing outside the inn. One was obviously Elvin, the other of the race of men.
He smiled to himself, his tall frame wrapped loosely in his mud-spattered cloak. He was well built and had a sword strapped to his side. On his back he kept a bow and a quiver of arrows.
He looked back from the road to the women standing in front of the Green Dragon’s round door. His eyes were blue and they were quick and alert.
He noticed that the Elvis woman was distraught. So he asked, “Are there any orcs about”, thinking that is why she was distraught.
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