9. The world of men
The young ranger swore, he had been dragged into one of these inns once again. It was loud in the common-room and he had difficulties to see anything through the thick clouds of this horrible burnt leaf called pipe-weed. And there was that penetrating mannish smell that seemed to linger everywhere he went.
He did not feel comfortable in here.
"Hal, I do not kn…"
His companion quickly shushed him and went to the counter to order a meal and a room. He would have to suffer the noise, smell, smoke clouds, and one of those beds filled with straw…again.
Oh how he missed the fair voices and soft beds of his home!
Would he ever fit into the world of men?