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Ceryl
The sun was waning in the sky, and Ceryl was glad that she did not have to walk far to get to the Inn. She lived right here in Edoras, in a house not far from the Horse. She pushed open the door to the Inn. A merry tune was being sung inside, and there was a pleasant rhythm within it. Ceryl was unhappy to hear the song end almost immediately after she stepped into the room. She tucked her golden hair behind her ears and surveyed the room. There were little clusters of people everywhere; nervous people, merry people, tired people. Ceryl threaded her way through the crowd of people and tables to the bar, where she hailed the barkeep.
"Cup of tea, please? Thank you, miss." She smiled and nodded at the young girl, who smiled back and walked off for more duties. Ceryl breathed in the hot steam rising from her cup, letting it buffet her face gently. She raised it and took a long sip. The hot liquid sliding down her throat felt better than anything else in the world. After sipping her tea, Ceryl looked around again. She noticed a minstrel in one part of the Inn and two dwarves across the room.
Feeling her stomach rumble, Ceryl hailed the barkeep again. "Excuse me, miss, but could I trouble you for a bowl of stew? Thank you ever so much."
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