Drinking

--------------- A Disclaimer---------------

OOC: This particular event is being written at this time because me, the player of Korvynn, have found some inspiration to do so, and don't want it to spoil while I wait for the right moment. Please feel free to take a look at it and tell me what you think :) However, this specific event in game time isn't going to happen for another week or two in real time. If you know the character, you can assume it occurs when he begins acting a little different.

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Ethuilon,

Of course you've bloody left Rivendell. Trust a Mirkwood elf never to stay in the same place for long. I always wondered how your folk could stand all that moving around. I reckon it's a bit like your Noldor cousins feeling the call to the West, except for you lot it's more like "the call to be an incorrigible pain in the arse at every possible opportunity".

The door to the quaint little hut swings open without care or concern, slamming against the hard wall on the left and shattering a few more splinters off of it. The door itself already has noticeable cracks in it, enough to see the inside from out and the outside from in. Stitches steps in after abusing the wooden panel, soaked in rainwater and carrying a bottle in one hand. He hiccups and closes the door the other way.

Stitches places his foot into the doorway of the Prancing Pony, closing the door behind him after he takes the step from being out to being in. He looks around, at this time of day it’s empty. Waywardly his ill kept fingernails scratch at his stubble, and he looks at the ground almost religiously.