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A tall Elf stopped before the door of The Seventh Star and rested his hand on it before opening it. It had been a long hard road for him and, while the journey was not yet over, he decided to stop and rest awhile. He squinted as he kicked the dust from his boots, looking to see if he could discern any familiar faces, but it seemed that no one he had met in his travels happened to be here at the moment.
He walked over to the bar and removed his bow and quiver from their accustomed place on his back so that he could sit and relax in comfort. A pint of ale appeared and he drank thirstily, grateful for the cool sensation in his throat. With a sigh, the Elf pushed it away, having drained it dry in no time. He then leaned back, with his elbows on the bar and watched what appeared to be a newly arrived family closely. Cuthalion had never been one who made much over children and so he was careful not to attract their attention.
Idly, his thoughts wandered to what had brought him here. A chance meeting in another Inn almost 2 years ago, the writing of a saga and an invitation to commune with the spirits in this place. He looked forward to whatever lay ahead, as he always did, with an open mind and enormous curiosity. He grinned as a second pint found its way to a spot near his elbow. "I think I'm going to like it here." he said to no one in particular.
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