[Sett]

It had been many the hours since they left Bree. They were fatigued and hungry. They were pulling a wagon, which was loaded with nets and weapons. Galither was with three other gondorians. They were all tall and lean except for Falmir who was rather short for a human. Galither was the captain of these men. They were on their way to the icebay of forochel to investigate the ruins of a gondorian ship that had been suspected to sink near there. The weather was causing great strain on them so they decided to stop in a halfling village renown for populating this area they understood as ‘The Shire’.

They noticed a sign pointing to the green dragon inn so they pulled the wagon into the roadside and covered it up with cloth. Falmir sniggered “what are we doing in a halfling inn, we wont fit in”. They all laughed and said, “yea we wont but you might”. Falmir gave them a cold look.

Upon entering the inn they scanned the room briefly noticing that there were others along the halfling. They felt welcomed and removed their coats. Galither looked at the others for a signal for him to see their orders are taken care of. He knew what the rest wanted and proceeded to the bar. He requested four ales. He paid the bartender and walked to the table near the back of the room. It seemed very cosy than his usual stay. He sighed and glanced around the room in more detail. Everyone seemed to be having fun, laughing at jokes and games seemed to lighten up the atmosphere of the dark clouds outside. They felt out of place for a while taking large gulps of their ale. Until falmir started talking about their next plan of action. The other three were not paying him much attention, they were all reminiscing of their past adventure up to this point.