What
A hooded stranger appears in the Pony.

Who
Bavor (#25001).......Jon Goatleaf
Glindorel (#27611)...himself

Common Room
This large and rectangular room serves as the common room of the Prancing Pony. The high wooden beams over head are soot covered from the ages of smoke that has been exhaled here. Three dim lamps cast their beams down on the room, but being as they are so heavily veiled in smoke, most of the room's lighting comes from the blazing log fire in the far northwest corner of the room. Also situated along most of the northern wall of the room is a long bar, its wood slightly scarred though well polished, and a long line of bar stools lines up in front of it to accomodate the lone individuals. Maple stands behind the bar serving a patron and holding a MENU. Several tables, of various sizes and shapes, lie scattered about the room, some tucked away into dark and shadowy corners. Several game tables stand against the southern wall, directly opposite the bar.
Table code is in effect here. Type thelp for table commands.

Contents:
Glindorel
Dart Board
Long Bar
Obvious exits:
Water Closet and Foyer

Real time: Thu Nov 23 12:30:20 2000
Bree time: Early Afternoon on Monday of Autumn - November 20,1421
Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent Moon

The early afternoon autumn air is cool but pleasant around you. The day sky is clear with only slight wisps of clouds overhead.

It's a typical day in the Prancing Pony Inn of Bree: Big Folk and Little walk in and out, people enjoying food and drink, and almost everybody talking. Servers weave through the place, bringing victuals to paying customers.

The bar is rather full as well, several people sitting there, talking and laughing, and of course drinking. Most notably there is a rather large chap with a mug of ale, lighing and talking to a few others.

"So I says to him," he laughs to a hobbit beside him, "I says to him... don't tread on the radishes! D'you get it, Mugwort?" The hobbit screws up his face and quirks an eyebrow. "Eh, you're cracked, Goatleaf. Forget telling jokes, yer funny-bone's broken." The man grimaces and turns back to his drink.

A tall slender figure proceeds into the common room of The Prancing Pony. His body is covered by a long greyish hued cloak and on his head is a cowl of the same material. Both seem to blend in with the scenery of whatever he stands close to. Strange......................the cloak and cowl look..................somehow.....................rather...................... .elvish..... The figure proceeds over to the bar quietly, as if he does not wish to be noticed. His footsteps soft and quiet, he gets to the bar and in a clear voice calls out for a drink. Once the glass is in his hand......................
Glindorel sits at the Long Bar.

"Aye, well Mugwort, mayhaps y'just don't get me superi... su... good intellect." The big man at the bar lets the matter pass. "Ay, Maple, get me another ale, then." He says to the barkeep. She nods to him and goes off to fill another mug. "Now where was I?"

"You weren't." Mugwort grins. "Sit down Jon, you're scaring the customers." The hobbit snorts and turns away.

"Y're 'opeless, Mugwort, y'little bugger." Jon mutters. As the stranger sits down at the bar, Goatleaf takes little notice. Just another customer, nothing that hasn't happened before.

Hearing the conversation at hand above all the hustle and bustle of the room, he turns for a moment, barely giving away glimpses of his golden hair and deep, piercing blue eyes. As his eyes fix on the tall swart man, he gives a nod, and then holds him in his gaze for a moment, as if sizing him up at first impression. The figure then turns back to his present matter at hand and takes a large gulp of the ale glass in front of him.

The barmaid quickly returns with a mug of ale. "Aye, thank'ee Maple." Jon nods as he hands over a few coins. He drains the mug by about a quarter with a few long gulps. Then his attention turns to the stranger. "Well then, can I 'elp you?" He looks the other over. "Not from 'round these parts, are you? One o' them rangers, I suppose, or a Dunnie?"