Bolm stumbled into the inn after leaving his beloved Pony, a white and magnificant creature, at the stables. Confident that she will be alright, he sat down and waited for a drink.

Bolm was a typical hobbit, never wanting any adventures, although how he got here was a adventure in itself; he only had a weeks supply of rations left, and was very tired.

Bolm ordered a half-pint which, for a Hobbit, might aswell have been a pint - or two! He sat and sipped at his well deserved drink, although something tugged at the back of his mind. He wanted his journey to come to an end, but that wouldn't happen at any time soon.

"When's supper?" Bolm exclaimed, more to himself than anyone else, as his stomach was beging to rumble. Looking at the clock above the counter, he realised that it was hours until breakfast, and he had missed super!

Bolm sighed, he wasn't tired. He fingered his walking stick sheepishly, when shouting came from outside the inn. Bolm looked and saw a hooded figure, much larger than himself, dart away and out the door.

The woman screamed for help, explaining that he had stolen a family heirloom. But Bolm was a Hobbit, what could he do to help! But then a small - but adventurous - courage bubbled up from Bolm's heart. Bolm grabbed his walking stick, which he always traveled with, no matter what, and questioned the woman.

"Well what did he look like?" asked Bolm
"What do you mean? He had his hood up!" cried the woman.
Bolm, seeing that he wasn't going to get anything useful out of the woman, began to question others.

Bolm couldn't find out anything from any of the drunken citizens of the Tavern. He sighs. "Why is it that when I try to do something good, something simple always stops me?"

Bolm then sits down, glancing another look at the ticking clock above the counter, he realised it's time for breakfast! Bolm immediately ordered a full breakfast with extra sea-biscuits.

after a while, when Bolm had cleaned his plate (he even offered to help wash up!), he ordered a room for the night. He was tired and after all that questioning, he was suprised that he didn't fall asleep on the spot!

Bolm got the number and the key from the Inn-keeper and headed up. He propped his trusty walking stick by the bed-side cabinet and fell asleep almost instantly.

Bolm awakened, with cold sweat on his brow. He had a terrible dream! He dare not think about it now.

"Today is a new morning" he thought cheerfully. "Hopefully, that family heirloom rubbish is over and done with." He carried on. His hopes, though, weren't founded and when he got downstairs they only seemed to get worse!

There was a slight mess downstairs, aparently, the burgelar did strike again. Stealing a Drawf's golden belt. "Now that's enough to get a Dwarf angry!" exclaimed Bolm. And he was right; you would only do that to a Dwarf if you wanted them angry.

In turn, Bolm found out, the Dwarf had recked the place, turning over tables and bursting into rooms to find the theif, then left in an temper

Bolm sat down, he had no Gold left. He sighed. "No fuffilling breakfast for me then!" he thought, and took out his week's rations and chomped on a very sour nutrition bar. His face screwed up just with the taste of the thing!

But it was all he had, and he was in no fit state now to go travelling. He simply sat down and sweet-talked a elf into getting him a drink

The night had been long and boring for the young half-elf. When she came upon the Inn she was relieved though she wasn't pleased with the way it was kept. She didn't care what it would be like for her, she just wanted her horse, Shoraes, to rest and have some fruit if possible.

Dismounting as she enters the small square, Lyncis walked the chestnut stallion to the stables. She notices the pony quickly and smiles, knowing that such a mount meant a small one was already here and making himself at home. She had always liked the smaller people at home for they reminded her of children and made her laugh frequently.
Lyncis groomed Shoraes then made her way to the Inn.

Upon entering she notices that breakfast was already being served. She quietly moves to a table and asks a serving girl for some sweet wine and any fruits if they were available. Her emerald hazel eyes study the room that was being lit by the sunlight through the windows. Lyncis notices the halfling and smiles lightly to him before starting on her fruit breakfast.