The door of the Inn creaked on its hinges and opened slowly. There stood a hooded shadow on the doorstep. The shadow stepped over the threshold and placed his sword with a broad blade in the corner. There was a skillful engraving of a horse in the scabbard of his sword and when he took off his cloak, his curly golden hair hided his face.
This man sat down at one table near the corner and took out an old and ragged map. He stared the map carefully and shook his golden head.
A young woman, the innkeeper, had walked to this man quietly.
"Good evening. It is suppertime. Would you like to have something to eat, Mr...?", asked Aman.
The man looked up from his map to the woman and smiled.
"Gorbaus is my name and rather I would prefer a descent guide namely this old map has leaded me astray", he replied courteously. "Though an ale wouldn't hurt me", he added grinning.
He sat there alone sipping his ale and fingering at a silvery brooch that was made into the shape of a galloping horse.
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Fenris Wolf
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