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Flame of Udûn · 01-07-2011, 04:11 PM

Walking quickly Arandon wandered the streets of Stock making for the Golden Perch Inn. The chill of winter was beginning to bite and he pulled his cloak tighter in a vain attempt to stave off the cold. As he approached the Inn he quickly and almost without thought made a mental note of it's characteristics a technique he had long ago learnt could very easily save lives with his being especially important amoung them.

He quickly mad his way to the door and noislessly opened it ducking as he entered within seconds he had noted all possible exits and where in the room the best seat was.
Without acknowledging the existence of any other being he made his way over to a small table in the corner where he sat silently puffing on his pipe whilst always keeping a careful watch on the others who were around him.

Folwren · 01-08-2011, 01:40 AM

“Ah, it’s from Bree you’ve come, is it?” Dick said, leaning his elbows on the countertop. “I’ve never been out that far. Are people as strange there as they say they are? I’ve heard some mighty strange tales of happenings in Bree, though not too many years back one might’ve said the same thing about our own Shire. Still, they are Outsiders…begging your pardon,” he added, realizing that he was speaking to one of those very same outsiders. “I didn’t mean to imply -”

His words broke off when another person entered the room. It was a man, apparently, but the hood was pulled up close over his face and Dick could not see what manner of man he was. The stranger took a swift glance about the room and then with a few, long strides, he took a seat in the darkest corner of the room and produced a pipe from somewhere within the folds of his cloak. It became immediately clear that he wished to see and not be seen or noticed.

“If you’ll excuse me…” Dick said, narrowing his eyes a little. He quickly passed about the edge of the counter and approached the newcomer doubtfully. He did not like shady characters and this was most certainly a shady one.

“Good morning, sir,” Dick said, coming to stand directly before him. “How can I help you?”

Primrose came out of the kitchen just as Dick was crossing the room to speak to the man. She put one hand on her hips and clicked her tongue. “He never did like it when people don’t say a proper ‘how d’ye do’,” she commented. She turned to Aeron. “It simply isn’t proper. Hullo. Can I get you anything to eat? It’s not right to drink beer on an empty stomach, you know. But I don’t believe it’s good to do anything on an empty stomach.”

Flame of Udûn · 01-08-2011, 01:39 PM

Arandon had noticed the barman looking at him during his conversation with a young female ranger, he carefully examined him as he wandered over. He seemed unexraordinary in appearence. The halflings it was said were a jolly and carefree bunch but he always found they were distrusting of him, he had certainly never thought they were overly warm to him on his journeys through the Shire to the Ered Luin. He allowed his mind to wander and thought of the mountains it was always where he felt most at home he supposed it all started when he was little and he would explore the Emyn Uial at the foot of which he had lived round 5 leagues from the northern shore of Lake Nenuial.

He was interrupted from his daydreaming by the barman whom he had totally forgotten about 'Morning' he muttered back only half returned from his daydream.

'I have walked many leagues and require a place to rest, have you any rooms avaiable?' His mind then turned to food having not had a decent meal for the last 10 days, he asked as kindly as he could 'Is it possible to order a plate of food and a pint of Ale?'

01-07-2011, 04:11 PM	#1
Flame of Udûn Animated Skeleton Join Date: Jan 2011 Location: The Mines of Moria Posts: 35	Walking quickly Arandon wandered the streets of Stock making for the Golden Perch Inn. The chill of winter was beginning to bite and he pulled his cloak tighter in a vain attempt to stave off the cold. As he approached the Inn he quickly and almost without thought made a mental note of it's characteristics a technique he had long ago learnt could very easily save lives with his being especially important amoung them. He quickly mad his way to the door and noislessly opened it ducking as he entered within seconds he had noted all possible exits and where in the room the best seat was. Without acknowledging the existence of any other being he made his way over to a small table in the corner where he sat silently puffing on his pipe whilst always keeping a careful watch on the others who were around him. Last edited by piosenniel; 01-10-2011 at 09:41 PM.

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01-08-2011, 01:40 AM	#2
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	“Ah, it’s from Bree you’ve come, is it?” Dick said, leaning his elbows on the countertop. “I’ve never been out that far. Are people as strange there as they say they are? I’ve heard some mighty strange tales of happenings in Bree, though not too many years back one might’ve said the same thing about our own Shire. Still, they are Outsiders…begging your pardon,” he added, realizing that he was speaking to one of those very same outsiders. “I didn’t mean to imply -” His words broke off when another person entered the room. It was a man, apparently, but the hood was pulled up close over his face and Dick could not see what manner of man he was. The stranger took a swift glance about the room and then with a few, long strides, he took a seat in the darkest corner of the room and produced a pipe from somewhere within the folds of his cloak. It became immediately clear that he wished to see and not be seen or noticed. “If you’ll excuse me…” Dick said, narrowing his eyes a little. He quickly passed about the edge of the counter and approached the newcomer doubtfully. He did not like shady characters and this was most certainly a shady one. “Good morning, sir,” Dick said, coming to stand directly before him. “How can I help you?” Primrose came out of the kitchen just as Dick was crossing the room to speak to the man. She put one hand on her hips and clicked her tongue. “He never did like it when people don’t say a proper ‘how d’ye do’,” she commented. She turned to Aeron. “It simply isn’t proper. Hullo. Can I get you anything to eat? It’s not right to drink beer on an empty stomach, you know. But I don’t believe it’s good to do anything on an empty stomach.”

01-08-2011, 01:39 PM	#3
Flame of Udûn Animated Skeleton Join Date: Jan 2011 Location: The Mines of Moria Posts: 35	Arandon had noticed the barman looking at him during his conversation with a young female ranger, he carefully examined him as he wandered over. He seemed unexraordinary in appearence. The halflings it was said were a jolly and carefree bunch but he always found they were distrusting of him, he had certainly never thought they were overly warm to him on his journeys through the Shire to the Ered Luin. He allowed his mind to wander and thought of the mountains it was always where he felt most at home he supposed it all started when he was little and he would explore the Emyn Uial at the foot of which he had lived round 5 leagues from the northern shore of Lake Nenuial. He was interrupted from his daydreaming by the barman whom he had totally forgotten about 'Morning' he muttered back only half returned from his daydream. 'I have walked many leagues and require a place to rest, have you any rooms avaiable?' His mind then turned to food having not had a decent meal for the last 10 days, he asked as kindly as he could 'Is it possible to order a plate of food and a pint of Ale?'