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Himaran · 06-08-2003, 06:48 PM

Bali awoke the next morning to find that he had slept at his seat. Embarressed, as he knew that patrons were required to rent a room, he looked around once more for the inn keeper.

Still not finding her, he decided that it would be in his best interests to have breakfast. He ambled over to the bar and ordered several fried eggs with toast and bacon on the side. The dwarf soon forgot about his illegal over-night stay, and enjoyed his hearty breakfast.

Most others weren't up yet, and the inn was still and quiet. Bali enjoyed a long and peaceful breakfast, before heading outside the inn for a breath of fresh air.

The cold morning breeze stung his cheeks, but reomoved any drousiness left in him. Taking out his hand-carved pipe, the dwarf read the words on it, carefully engraved in gold: To Bali. It had been made for him by one of his dearest friends, an elf named Burzdol. They had met once at the Green Dragon, and the dwarf somehow knew that they would meet again. Soon.

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06-08-2003, 06:48 PM	#11
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Bali awoke the next morning to find that he had slept at his seat. Embarressed, as he knew that patrons were required to rent a room, he looked around once more for the inn keeper. Still not finding her, he decided that it would be in his best interests to have breakfast. He ambled over to the bar and ordered several fried eggs with toast and bacon on the side. The dwarf soon forgot about his illegal over-night stay, and enjoyed his hearty breakfast. Most others weren't up yet, and the inn was still and quiet. Bali enjoyed a long and peaceful breakfast, before heading outside the inn for a breath of fresh air. The cold morning breeze stung his cheeks, but reomoved any drousiness left in him. Taking out his hand-carved pipe, the dwarf read the words on it, carefully engraved in gold: To Bali. It had been made for him by one of his dearest friends, an elf named Burzdol. They had met once at the Green Dragon, and the dwarf somehow knew that they would meet again. Soon.