The traveler sat at the bar, his glass of water half empty and his bread nearly gone. He had observed the happenings of the Inn from beneath his hood and had decided that these folk were kind enough, and he could relax his guard a bit. He pulled his hood back, revealing a travel worn face and a week's stubble of beard, set under two penetrating ice blue eyes. He had dark shoulder length hair, strands of which hung in his face.
He glanced to the Elf woman in the doorway. He had seen Elves many times before but he was always struck by how beautiful and serene they all were. He turned back to the bar and sipped down the last of his water.
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The Road goes ever on and on...
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