The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[Hookbill the Goomba]

As the merriment continued, a strange figure came walking up the road to the Green Dragon. He was walking slowly and leaned on a large staff. He was a dwarf, his beard was grey and tattered and he seemed very old. His face, (What could be seen of it under his immense beard) was withered and his hands were bony and both were needed to keep him up right on the staff. He had large boots that were dark blue in colour, he also wore a green hooded clock and brown gloves. He had a brown top and black trousers. He had a large pack laden with many things, but one thing that stood out was a long wooden pipe that pocked out of the back.

The Dwarf stopped just out side the front yard and lent against a fence. A small smile rose on his withered face. He placed his pack down on the floor and took from it his pipe and filled it with old Toby. He took a few puffs and then leant back on the fence with a wider smile. He blew a ring of unbroken smoke, which floated, over the inn and into the air. He thought he had hearted the squawk of a crow near by, but he could not see one. He thought it his imagination.

"Ah, Dwaline," he said to himself, "you have missed them already." he scanned the surroundings for somewhere to sit. But he then decided to merely stay where he was. He took another puff on his pipe and then coughed and wheezed. Looking at the party scene he wondered what was going on.