Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-67.22.249.68-20150205232108/@comment-26065062-20150210132851

The three headed into the inn, The Drunken Farmer, which was what you can often see inside. The inkeeper greeted them "Why hello, you must not be from around here, wearing those strange clothes," he pointed at my plate-mail and Slayer's cloak, who didnt say a word since they set out."We want three mugs of ale and a room for three to sleep in," I said "and also some dinner." They ate and drank and after went straight to bed. While Amroth and me rested in thought (how elves sleep), Slayer didnt close his eyes until around midnight. He was thinking of everything that happened and couldnt put many pieces of the puzzle together. The only thing he knew for sure among his many suspicions was that they must be in a different realm than than Arda.