<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/07/cb/91/07cb919c8964fea8210e012350fd3dc9.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Óleryd Mîrion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=340173.msg16123242#msg16123242)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Traveling Clothes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/15/34/c4/1534c495f4ce320fe6d1200a0738c045.jpg)</em><br/><strong>Condition:</strong><em>Tired, hungry &amp; curious</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Taproom of the Prancing Pony</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>Open</em><br/><hr/><br/>It hadn't been long at all since Oleryd had left Rivendell (only a few days in fact), and while he had started out his journey thoroughly energetic and excited, little of that remained now. Despite his age, this had been the first time Oleryd had set out to travel in solitude, having generally preferred the company and safety a group afforded. Alas, Oleryd had been unable to find another who wanted to leave the Last Homely House in favour of living amongst and learning about other cultures, and so he set out alone. It wasn't too bad in the beginning, though he was quickly becoming disillusioned with it. On a map, it hadn't looked like such a long walk, though of course reality was different. It had been several days since he had been able to talk with another, and Oleryd was growing lonely. Along with that, setting up camp and carrying the load (light as he liked to travel) was much faster and easier with companions. That and others were likely to prepare a better meal than Oleryd could for himself.<br/><br/>Naturally, the sight of Bree came as a great relief to him. At last, socialization! And not only that but shelter, and a bed, and a warm meal! Along with all of this, Bree was something entirely new to Oleryd, its inhabitants of a culture utterly alien from his own. The prospect filled him with excitement as much as nerves. There was so much to learn!<br/><br/>Oleryd made his way to the inn, a joyful pep in his step. Upon entering, he took mental note of the collection of winter cloaks and other outerwear hung on the wall. Removing his own cloak he held it for a moment before deciding he may as well place it with the others, it just made sense to do so. As he entered the taproom where the inn's patrons and the owner seemed to be, Oleryd managed to catch the tail end of the conversation. The prospect of something new to learn had him excitedly reaching for his notebook and quill, before his thought caught up to his hands and he paused. No, he couldn't just take notes on a tale without asking, even if it was a public one. Such behaviour would be awfully rude.<strong>"Yes, please do tell. I'd like to know as well,"</strong>Oleryd spoke up, drawing his hands away from the bag where his books and pens rested.<strong>"If you don't mind, that is."</strong>