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The woman and horse were both limping as they approached the Green Dragon Inn. As the Inn's sign came into view, the human sighed with relief and exhaustion. She tenderly patted her horse's mud-spattered face, whispering words of encouragement as they headed for the barn. Once her restless black mare was safely placed in a stall, the woman moved slowly toward the inn.
It was difficult to tell the woman's age as she shed the grimy hooded cloak and tossed it on the nearest bench. Her huge green eyes held a haunted look, pasted on pale skin. Wearily she deposited her bony frame upon the seat, and asked for water. As she lifted her booted foot to rub her leg, an embroidered name could be see on the footwear and it read: Shaeowyn.
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