An Inn in Bree, A typical night at an inn...or is it?

[Ashiaro]

An Elven Ranger entered the pub and sat down in a dark corner of the rather noisy room. All around him, people chattered and such chaos was evident everywhere. He drew his hood up closer to his face as he sipped the drink. "Ugh!" he said to himself. Though he'd traveled among the Rangers for years, he'd never been accostumed to the way humans drank themselves silly. His green eyes scanned the room, searching for another traveler he was supposed to meet there.

[Éowyn]

(Who are you meeting?)

[Laure]

Laure reached the gate at the front of Bree. The gatekeeper was curious about her, but let her pass. She walked carefully through the streets. Now that she was in Bree, she didnt know what to do. A sign caught her eye. There was a rearing white pony on it, and it said The Prancing Pony. She decided that she would find a room there. Laure went inside, and saw a large man bustling around. He stopped when he noticed her, introduced himself as Barliman Butterbur, and asked her if she needed a room. Laure was a bit awestruck, since no big person had ever spoken to her, but she thought he seemed very kind, and followed him as he led her to a room.

"You can join the company in the common room if you please. It's not often that a hobbit-lass comes to Bree."

Laure thanked him kindly, and got settled in her room. She was getting bored though. She came to Bree for adventure, so she decided that she should join the company. She walked out into the big room, and was a bit overwhelmed. Seeing so many big people was a little scary. But she got up her courage, and sat down on one of the benches.

(Can I join?)

[Ashiaro]

((Sure you can join!))

He spotted a young hobbit lass, just entering. After seeing her talk to Barliman Butterbur, he nodded slowly. He noticed her sit down on one of the benches, her legs dangling above the ground, as everything in Bree was made for Human sized folk. He was close enough to human sized for nothing to really bother him.

"Suilad," he said over in her direction. His quiet voice was firm and commanding, yet there was a peculiar gentleness to it. "What brings ye here on such a night as this?" Once again, he drew his cloak in towards his body, even though it was quite warm in the room at the moment. He sighed slowly, glancing over at all the men, still chattering about as usual.

[Laure]

Laure looked up, surprised. A man was speaking to her. She did not think he looked quite like most of the men in the pub, he had a different look to him. "Umm," she said, too surprised to figure out what to say. 'Should I talk to him?' she wondered. She knew she must be careful about strangers, but this man did not scare her. Something in his voice set her at ease. "I...Im looking for adventure," she answered, and then realized that he would probably find that very amusing.

[Ashiaro]

Ashiaro chuckled behind his hand. The young hobbit lass wanted to go on an adventure! Imagine that!

"If you wanted to go on an adventure, you have come to the right place," he said. "Name's Ashiaro. What's yours?"

[Laure]

Laure blushed, her cheeks turning redder than they already naturally were. "My name is Laure," she replied. "What are you doing here?"