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Alcarillo closed his small book, setting it on the table. He wondered where to travel to in the morning, or even if he would stay at this inn or not, perhaps instead riding through the night. His mind thought of Rivendell, where he could visit some of his kin, or he could turn south-east, and see the majestic ruins of Ost-in-Edhil and Khazad-Dûm. Perhaps he should strike up a conversation with another guest, find out their plans for travel, and maybe even find a companion for the road?
But at the moment Alcarillo realized his hunger, and so gazed across the room, looking for the server. Where was she? He could've sure used some nice wine at that time, with some fresh bread alongside. Alcarillo took off his hood, letting long, dark golden locks fall about his shoulders. He spotted the server, a halfling maiden, and made eye contact and a sort of nodding gesture. He thought she had noticed.
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