Galador at the Inn

Galador was restless staying here. The air was stale indoors and he moved to the window of his room to open it. The stench in the air of the city street outside provided little relief to the stuffy confines of the room, mingling with the smells of tobacco smoke, ale and bad food to create an even more revolting scent.

Galador heaved a sigh. How long before they would be free of this place and back out into the countryside? There he would feel at home with the wind in his face and nature all around. His thoughts wandered to Lauralyn and the glade in the forest where she lived. He heaved another, longer sigh.....