The Green Dragon Inn - Part 4

[Theoric Windcaller]

It seemed as though something troubled the Dwarf about the Elf man that had just entered the inn. He felt at home here, but this moment, he felt a chill of fear run down his back.

He weighed the thought of going back to Rohan, or maybe even Laketown. It was mid-summer, he could reach his destination by the end of summer. He thought of leaving the Shire for good.

Fertile and green this land was, but that's all, nothing more. The Dwarf wanted adventure, and this is not the place where he could find anything of that sort.

Theoric sighed and dropped his head upon the bar. A tear rolled down his cheek as flashes of that dreadful night in the Misty Mountains five years ago. His brother, Tallon and their life-long friend, Bayin and a group of adventurers travelled through the High Pass when a storm broke and split the group up. Theoric hadn't seen his brother and his friend, Bayin for five years until they came to the inn where he was, and greeted him.

How he wished to see them again. He felt a deep yearning in his heart to go adventuring with his brother. Yes, to Rohan, he thought, Rohan is where I must go.

Should I leave now or in the morning? If I stroll out in the morning then everything shall be in the norm. These Shire folk notice things very keenly. I musn't be too hasty...