The battered Ranger walked into the Forsaken Inn with slow and confident movements, moving around people with ease toward his destination. A corner table, covered in shadow was the resting place for his tired legs, and as he slumped into the small booth, his feet extended themselves onto the table. As he readied his pipe, hood still up, a man approached the table. "Would ye' like anything to drink, misser?" asked young staffer. A long pause occurred between the two as the Ranger lit his pipe, and took a draw from it. As he exhaled, his answer came in a faint voice.
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The Meeting of Tothrandir and his son
