[Boromir88]

A crowd of townspeople, from Bree, had gathered inside the Prancing Pony. Business had been dying ever since the wolf howls started, and rumors of the rangers leaving entered the typical inn chatter. There had also been several strangers passing through these days, unscrupulous folk who just dont look or feel Mannish. Most of the outsiders wind up leaving soon enough, and the Bree folk weren't distraught by their leaving. However, a few strangers have stayed around longer, and they look like trouble. Most Bree people just lock themselves inside nowadays, hoping no trouble would find them.

On this gloomy and haunting night, the Prancing Pony was more busy than it had been in months. Although you newcomers wouldn't be able to tell this was a "busy" night of late. There was no lively music and the overall atmosphere was dead. Folk mostly sat by themselves or huddled in a small group, talking in whispers around a table.

The door creaked open and two more strangers walked into the Inn. A pretty and mysterious looking dark-haired woman, followed by a tall, slender fair skinned man. If the inn was quiet before the strangers walked in, it was dead now, besides the one man hustling from table to table attending the patrons of his Inn. The woman, of all things, had really short hair, too short that's natural for a lady to have. The man looked too well kept, almost like a pampered Elf. These two wreaked of stranger.

"Good evening masters. I'm Barliman Butterbur, the owner of this establishment. Most call me Barley or just Butterbur. What can I do for you? If you're seeking accomadations, we've got more than enough rooms available."

"Yes, we'll take two rooms" said the man. "We're heading south. It's getting far too chilly and dark outside, we'd just need a place to stay for the night."

"Right this way then masters. I'll take you up and show you to your rooms. If you need anything to eat or drink, just come back down and find me. It shouldn't be that hard to do with the way business has been lately."

Barley led the strangers through the common room and everyone looked at them with suspicious caution. One man stood up and shouted "Barley! Why are you giving rooms to these folk! I haven't seen their faces in Bree before. These are dark times, we can't just let strangers come in and stay in our homes!"

"When last I looked, this was my home, not yours." retorted Barley. When the three got upstairs and Butterbur showed the strangers their rooms he said, "Don't mind our gate-keeper, Harry downstairs. He means well. He's just scared. We all are..." Butterbur ended. He attempted a smile to relieve the awkwardness but just said "-erm, well I've got business waiting downstairs." and left without another word.

The two strangers looked at eachother for a moment, trying to figure out what all that was about and why the Inkeep was clearly troubled by something unspeakable. But instead just left for their rooms to sleep for the night.

It is Night 1. No posting yet. (15 minutes late, yes yes...sorry). Wolves talk. Seer give me a name to dream.