[Esgallhugwen]

Aldor awoke with the cool breeze of morning in his hair and the warm rays on his face. The work seemed to fly by these last few days, and he was glad and proud to have been a part of it.

The floor was done and all the furniture was in its place, a few finishing details were being put on the fireplace, engravings and such, a lovely work of stone really. He stepped inside the door and was amazed at how everyone's work had come together so magnificently, even though he was only involved in the later part of rebuilding.

A smell of warm pastries entered his senses and he sat down immediately to enjoy breakfast. He was soon joined by Kiyvan the man whom he had befriended ten days ago when they first came to the Inn.

"Good morning Aldor" he greeted with a waking stretch, Aldor could only wave as he had a rather generous amount of pastry held within his mouth, he gulped it down quickly with a swig of cider, "good morning Kiyvan, please have seat, you must try one of these breakfast pastries, they're very good".