[Carlas]

As the last bit of the sun’s glorious rays disappeared into the rolling hills, a young hobbit lass; Chica Goodbody, stopped to look at the beautiful sight. She took a deep breath of the slowly cooling air as she pushed her long brown locks out of her face. Her cheeks were pink from walking all day, and her feet ached, she was not used to so much traveling.

She looked down the long dirt road and saw a small inn. Warm light spilled from the doorway, as a patron left, and she smiled; she might actually have a place to sleep that night after all. She had thought she'd have to sleep outside, not knowing that there were any inns about this neighborhood. Walking up to the small building, she could hear the laughter and cheering of the peoples inside. She stopped just before the doorway to look up at the sign, which swayed gently in the evening wind. The Green Dragon she thought silently, and decided that she had the time to get a good drink, and maybe stay the night, if she had brought enough money.

Chica stepped into the room, and looked about at the patrons of the inn. Everything seemed normal enough; the laughing people, the hearty fire, it would be a good place to stop for the night. Her father had been expecting her home that day, but she was not cut out for traveling, and had made slow progress. She sighed, and decided to get herself a good, strong drink.