He was tall and dark, a brown cloak wrapped tightly around him as he entered. A few of the giddy hobbits, drunk on ale and stories of old, looked up but payed no attention. they had seen many strange people that night and were surprised no more. He slid into an empty pew near the door, near an escape rooute. As he searched the room, his eyes slid onto the women sat in the corner sipping an ale.
The WITCH!
An urge flooded trough him to rise and run the creature through with his sword at once but he slammed the gut feeling down.
"NOT HERE," he thought, "TOO MANY PEOPLE."
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