Slowly a figure trudged up the road. Her clothes were weather stained and she carried a small pack which had holes and stains all over it. The lady was tired after having to walk the whole night. She had been attacked that night by some strange force and her horse had gone wild and escaped. The lady hadn't been hurt badly but simply needed rest.
Her name was Sara and she had come from Rohan. She had been travelling for many weeks, first of all to visit her father in the North of Rohan and then wandering west to the Shire. She had been there before but only briefly and had decided to visit there again. her journey had been going well until the strange attack the night before.
The Green Dragon inn was up ahead and Sara trudged up the road, relieved there was somewhere to rest. She pushed open the door and sighed deeply. She walked up to the bar, "Excuse me, do you think you could direct me to the innkeeper? I need a room." She asked the bartender.
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