[Nevtalathiel]

*****DALE - Girion*****

Girion blinked a couple of times to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but even before he had done that, his nostrils had given him the information he needed; the building was indeed an inn, and from the smell of it, the beer and food were both very good. He smiled, at last he would be able to get a meal which did not taste of soot and a proper tankard of ale, not the weak sour stuff they had carried with them.

He flashed a grin at the innkeeper, who seemed a little perturbed by their presence.

"First of all, we would like food and drink." And a proper bed for the night. He added mentally, though out loud he said nothing, aware that they should get along as quickly as possible, it all depended how long it would take to secure a boat.

The dwarves and the elves seemed less than comfortable sitting at one of the long oak tables waiting for the food to arrive, but the sweet smell of the wood fire and the ale meant Girion could not care less about how they felt; he deserved a break. Looking around at the smoke-stained ceiling and uneven walls, he felt once more at home and far more secure than he ever had in the forest.

At a table on the other side of the room, a group of men seemed to be discussing business. Stiffly, Girion walked over to them, to see if he could negotiate the hire of a boat.

[ October 20, 2002: Message edited by: Nevtalathiel ]