Elderi had been walking without rest for many hours. His legs tired, his eyes heavy and the belief in his next step wavering. Thankfully a dull light was blazing in the distance. A fire of some sort, perhaps civilized people...

After a minute of hope, the flame was doused or simple died away, Elderi was unsure. But still, he marched on in the same direction it had once glowed. The dirt track widened as his feet met a more solid road, somehow this comforted him. A tavern of sorts was further up the road, a small wisp of smoke rising from trees there.

When finally Elderi reached the Tavern he noticed a pile of ash, hay and straw - this explained the flames he had seen. Probably a mishap of some chore-boy sent to tend a horse, or something along those lines. 

Taking his hammer in both hands he smacked it firmly into the pile, creating shovel like forms with his hands, he buried it beneath. He would usually carry it, but since he doubted there were any hooks or racks strong enough to hold its weight inside, he thought this place as good as any other.

As he did so he sang with his soft elven voice:
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Oh, Orodo the mighty man
 struck foes down with ease
  Oh, Orodo the mighty man
   cut them down by their knees
    Oh, Orodo the mighty man
     a mighty man was he
      But, Orodo the mighty man
       stank foul and had fleas.
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Smiling at the distant memory of songs sang long ago in the arena, his hands return to there 5 fingered state. 

Elderi pushed the door open and walked into the tavern, closing the door behind him before turning to the room - as was custom in Dogrogudor. Taking his heavy belt from his waist and lifting it up over his head - his biceps tensing up as he heaved it - Elderi placed it on the rack that was by the door. Turning around, he looked at the menu the was nailed into the wall with a huge and rusty bolt.