Ainahithion, his grey hooded cloak wrapped about him to conceal the sword at his side, slowly opened the door of the Green Dragon Inn. As he stepped in, he removed his hood and shook his head from side to side a few times, revealing himself to be and Elf with long black hair and icy blue eyes. He glanced quickly from side to side, then walked smoothly and silently up to the bar and sat down.
"What'll it be, stranger?"said the bartender.
"Just an ale,"Ainahithion replied.
The bartender got a pint of ale and set it on the bar in front of Ainahithion. "If you don't mind my asking, where are you from and what brings you to the Shire?" the bartender asked.
Ainahithion didn't want to go into detail about his past, but replied, "I have no place which I call home. I'm sort of a wanderer, actually, and this is just the place I've wandered into today." This was somewhat true, though really he was running. He'd been accused of a crime he didn't commit, but had no way to prove his innnocence.
There was a silence and then the bartender left to serve another customer. Ainahithion sat quietly sipping his ale.
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