A Encounter in the Pony

A man clad in fur and hide walked up the stone steps of the Prancing Pony Inn, entering it, hearing nothing but groans coming from Barliman and the crackling fire. The man looked around, expecting a brawl or a group of drunken patrons, but no. Just groans. Barliman looked at the man with a slight yet small smile, hoping that perhaps he would bring more customers to him, but he was wrong, as no more men came through the door that has seen much. Once again a smile arose upon Barliman's lips. "Ale or tea this time Mister Cutwil?" he asked. The man replied, "I'll have neither this time. I am actually looking for some rumors and gossip, heard any?" it was not a usual request. Barliman responded rather quickly, disappointed that the man isn't buying a drink, "I've heard some, just a couple fights in the Beggar's alley, nothing much really". Cutwil nodded, then started to engage in smalltalk with the Barliman. Seldom did Cutwil ever disrupt someone, or bother someone, at least according to his friends. He decided to leave the Pony. He was heading down the stairs, until he remembered a face, Alwynna, a old friend of his. They talked about their travels, how She had gone to Dale under a contract, how he got her new armor, and how a blizzard waylaid her from coming back. It was a interesting talk. Alwynna had to leave suddenly, which left Cutwil alone with Eldryssa. A beautiful young lass from Rohan, also a healer-in-training. Seldom would Cutwil spend alone with a lady, or anyone for that matter, but leaving abruptly as Ally did, it would be considered quite rude. So, being the gentleman he is, he decided to stay, and talk to her. They spoke of her mentor and her reasons for coming here, then took a tour throughout the town, seeing the market, Stone Quarter, and the ruined hill which remains ever vigilant, always watching Bree. Long did they stand there, watching, watching the busy town from above. Soon, they returned to the Prancing Pony, ordered tea, and talked to one another.