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The cold wind whistled gracefully that day, though the sun made a powerful appearance, the air remained crisp and cool. The water around the Inn lay still, as if frozen, afraid to be broken by the slightest breeze. The sun began its rise slowly, just now grazing the horizon of pine tree tops as the melodious chirping started to take flight.
The melody caught Akendar's ears bringing a familiar smile to his face, reminding him just how long the night had been and just how much he missed the dawn. Traveling had taken a fondness over Akendar's heart as he found himself walking for days on end, finding sleepless nights to be a frequent occurrence as he developed a passion, a desire to know what layed beyond the next hill.
Slowly but surely his feet became weary, it had been 3 days since his last stop and his body was letting him know, including his stomach. The scent of fresh elven loaf caught his nose as it lofted through the pines surrounding the Inn. Born with a fervent nose and a healthy appetite, Akendar began to investigate this smell leading him to a stone path... not half hour of following the path Akendar stumbled upon a quaint Inn standing two stories tall surrounded by a pond.
He climbed the stairs slowly to the Inn and entered the gaping doors nonchalantly, as if long expected.
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