With a soft push a broad red haired dwarf, opened the door of the inn. Fresh morning light beemed in behind him, pouring over his sholders and covering his due covered hair in a halo of sun light. "Ah so this is the Inn that i have heard so much about" he said to himself in a quiet mumble. Then slowly shifting his weight he began a slow periodic walk over to a table and relieved the weight of his huge bulk off his feet.
"Rest for now me thinks" he said almost in a whisper again to himself. Never looking up just staring into a small cloth which he held in his hand, he sat there counting.....
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