Amorthia bit her lip, telling herself not to be so timid as she entered the inn. But the thought of how this was her first time out of Gondor sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins.
She wove her way to an unoccupied table, and sat as gracefully as she could on the worn wooden bench. Removing her pack, Amorthia wound her fingers into the leather straps, trying to keep them from trembeling. She looked up, and tried to sort people out in the half light.
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