The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[Morsul the Dark]

Morsul finished his beer and ordered another pint, he had been travelling for uncounted days, seeking fame, riches, and most of all adventure. To his dismay all his efforts had got him nowhere except this small Hobbit-Pub. The Green Dragon, he thought to himself, was a rather noisy place the hobbits certainly liked drinking and talking loudly. he fished out his pipe and his pipweed bag. It was empty. He cursed to himself, then searching the room he saw a table with a hobbit man smoking.

Morsul walked to the table, "Good day master hobbit I was wondering if you mind giving me a bit of pipeweed I've finished mine alas." Being kindhearted, or merely scared of the man the hobbit passed over a bit, Morsul kindly thanked him and gave him a piece of gold to ay for it. Smelling the weed he noticed it was one he had yet to taste. He asked what it was, the hobbit gladly boasted it was Old Toby. Morsul thanked him again then began to smoke it was a wonderous weed full of energy. Morsul began to twist his mustache again. He walked outside and sat beneath a tree, "Far too beatiful of a day to spend inside." With that his tired eyes closed and he fell asleep