The sun beated down upon Beren, as he sat on the bench outside the Inn. For some odd reason, the thought hadn't occured to him to actually get out of the burning light, so he sat there still, thinking to himself, watching the birds on the garden fence.
Of coure this wasn't a large city, he had known that, but if he was to stay here, he would be in need of quite a few items.
"Well," he mumbled gruffly, "That market seems as best as any, this Friday."
He turned to admire the garden, his soon-to-be workspace. The rows were ordered, and the plants growing quite well, but weeds were slowly overtaking. There were tufts of grass popping up here and there, interrupting the ordered lines made by the growing greens.
The shed, a recently dilapidated structure, was to his left. The soft ground barely crunched under his feet as he moved over to it, rubbing his hand along the rough walls.
"This shouldn't take too much work to fix up. Seems to me no other Gardener has really worried about it. It's a keen mind that catches odd trait, as the old gardener used to say." he laughed silently, ending in a smile as he thought of these words to himself.
Sweat beads rolled down his forehead, each a small push telling him to get inside. He began to head towards the Inn, wondering what to do now. He thought for a bit of trying to speak with Aman, but she had something about running she had to do, so he doubted he'd be seeing her anytime today.
It was a few degrees cooler in the shade of the Inn, no matter how many people were inside it. He moved up to the bar and with a chuckle called back,
"You're gardener is going to be needing an Ale, if he's ever to stand this heat long enough to stay here!"
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