Soronume had been absent from the Shire for some time now yet it's paths felt so familiar under his feet, he could walk it's lands in the darkest of nights and find his way back to the Green Dragon's warmth without hesitation. With the inn in his sights up ahead, Soronume questionned as to why he decided to leave the place that always welcomed him with open arms at all.
Stones shifted under his boots as he trod, creating that unique sound that only ever presented itself when you knew you weren't far from resting, at least, that was the only time at which Soronume noticed it. He turned to see his path behind. Not prints in the ground as they weren't disernable as definate markings, more just disturbed earth where he had walked. He smiled. It was nice to be back in familiar surroundings.
As usual, Soronume stopped short of the Inn. His appearance was never as it should be for such a fine place, but this time it was further from acceptable than it should have been. His dark tunic was soiled, but a light dusting improved that to some degree, which was more than could be done about the state of his cloak. Tears were perhaps more common place on it than the fibres it was originally woven from. It's green colour almost disguised entirely behind various other stains which had accumulated during his travels. His boots alone showing the distance he had covered of late.
Under his hood, Soronume's piercing grey eyes could clearly be seen, and wisps of dark hair fell about his face from the hood that cast many of his features into shadow. His face though was not a unwelcoming one, his smile was full of warmth even though his expressions may be troubled. He smiled to himself again as he made way to the door. Pushing it aside he stepped into the inn, bowing his head slightly as he passed through.
Only a few heads turned around the inn at his entrance and even they promptly went back to their own business. Soronume headed towards the bar in the hope of something to quench his thirst and a friendly face for company...
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