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Alcarillo's Morning
Alcarillo came down the stairs, still in his dark grey cloak. It was morning and he had woken up minutes ago. He could smell breakfast being made in the kitchen and he thought of how hungry he was. His dinner last night now seemed as though it had happened many years ago.
He stepped outside for a moment in the innyard to take in the morning air. It was a cool and refreshing day, and all about him the land seemed to be waking from a deep slumber. Birds sang far off, and Alcarillo considered visiting the horse he had borrowed from a friend in Harlond, Gaerroch, but he decided to get breakfast now. He stretched his limbs for a moment and reentered the inn, heading towards the common room.
Alcarillo took a seat at an empty table and began to read his little red book again. He flipped through the pages half-amusedly and looked up every so often to look for the server. There were other guests in the common room, too; most of them were eating breakfast. From the looks of it, it appeared that eggs were a popular meal in the Shire. Alcarillo continued flipping through the pages of his book and keeping an eye out for the server simultaneously.
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