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Post by Imrel on Feb 15, 2003 19:38:03 GMT
In the heart of the Bree, a town where Men and Hobbits reside peacefully together, is the bustling inn run by Barliman Butterbur. There is a cosy yet buzzing atmosphere, especially when the common room meets its full capacity of citizens and strangers enjoying ale and warm milk on those chilled winter evenings. Numerous doors lead off from the main room, many of which take guests to their rooms. Those interested in staying the night have only to ask the jovial innkeeper.
We come to the inn on this rainy afternoon when nearly all the guests of the Pony have returned to dry off before the crackling fire. Butterbur is dozing behind the bar, enjoying the temporary lull as his customers all enjoy their broth around the fireside tables.
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Elven Star
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Post by Elven Star on Feb 22, 2003 12:41:33 GMT
*Enters the pony looking around she walks up to the inn keeper and nudges him.. He sits up long enough to give her a glass of water then returns to his dozing. El moves to a table near the fire and sips her water seeming to be in deep thought.*
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 22, 2003 13:55:34 GMT
*Bursts through the doors, parched from a long ride.*
Give me some ale!
*He speaks gruffly to the barmen as he removes his gauntlets.
Looking around he notices the place empty accept for a solitary elf in the corner. He does a double take as he realises the indentity of the girl.
He opens his mouth to speak and shuts it again. Looking like he's seen a ghost.*
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Post by Elven Star on Feb 22, 2003 14:01:10 GMT
*Suddenly awakened by the opening door she turns to see who had came in and she just stares. She stands and starts to walk towards him but stops and simply picks her glass up and asks the bar tender to refill her water when he is done getting the ale. *
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 22, 2003 14:08:39 GMT
*Coughs nervously and moves along the bar to give her space.
Looks from her to the barmen and back again.*
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Post by Elven Star on Feb 22, 2003 14:12:35 GMT
*After she gets her water refilled she looks in his direction and stares for a second then thanks Butterbur and walks back to her table.*
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 22, 2003 14:22:40 GMT
*Watches her return to her seat. The barmen places a jug of ale in front of him and he sips it thoughtfully, his thoughts troubled.
He had to acknowledge her presence but he couldn't find the right words. He had often wondered where she had gone and what had become of her.
He put down his drink and turned to face her.*
What are you doing back here!
*He cringed inwardly, that had come out all wrong.*
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Post by Elven Star on Feb 22, 2003 14:33:35 GMT
*Is just about to answer him when she notices his tone was utterly rude. She snaps back. *
It is of no concern of yours why I am here or what I am doing!
*She sips her water and glares at him. *
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 22, 2003 14:40:23 GMT
Fine!
*Scowls at her as he moves away from the bar and takes his usual seat in the corner.*
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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 22, 2003 14:46:44 GMT
walks through the door looking totally bedragled, soaked through from head to foot. She takes off her sodden cloak and walks across the common room to the fire, ignoring the slightly shocked looks on the other patrons faces. She sits cross legged on the floor shivering.
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Post by Elven Star on Feb 22, 2003 14:47:21 GMT
*Sips her water and resists the urge to throw it at him and instead yells at him*
I see your still as rude as ever!
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 22, 2003 14:50:44 GMT
*Seeing Grubby enter the Pony he gets up from his seat and moves towards her. As he passes the elf's table he hisses under his breath.*
And your still as icy as ever...
*He takes a seat next to Grubby, taking care not to get too close to the fire. His voice has an edge of impatience about it.*
Whats happened now?
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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 22, 2003 15:00:22 GMT
she looks up at him wiping her nose on her sleve
eh?
she says a little puzzled then the penny drops and she sniffels miserably
oh not a lot, got kicked out of my hole coz I forgot to pay the rent and half the orcs in Mordor are after my blood (the other half want me alive to claim the ever growing bounty on my head). I'm cold I'm hungrey and I have no money
That was simply a statement she didn't actually expect the witch king to go 'oh you poor little orc heres 20 iron crowns for you' (she knew how stingy he was with money) but she was ever hopeful.
anyway I think I'm stuck here for a while, a very long while
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 22, 2003 15:15:15 GMT
Hmmmm......
*He looked down at the Orc who was sniffling in a wretched manner.*
And perhaps if you hadn't drunk all your money away in the Goblin you wouldn't be in this prediciment now.Eh?
*He turned back to the bar*
Butterbar! A brandy over here.
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Post by Elven Star on Feb 22, 2003 15:18:23 GMT
*Hearing Grubbys story she looks at Grubby and sighs feeling bad for her, but knows there is nothing she can really do so she sips her water and turns around.*
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