OOC:  ((this tavern seemed to need a starter post.  I have no experience with such, but here goes.  If you have other thoughts, jump in))

      A cheery, comfortable, specially build hobbit hole, just earthy enough to be pleasant, heavy oaken timbers curving overhead, smoky from the peat fire burning in the tall folk sized fireplace near the northwest corner.  Entrance is by a door on the east wall, just off the Stock road.  A sizable bar, rests in the south of the tavern.  A tunnel extends from beside the hearth, burrowing into the hillside further to a series of rooms for guests of the inn.  Recently, an enterprising hobbit also built a tall folk dwelling just slightly down the road, containing rooms for visitors not sized for hobbit beds.
      The bar has an offering of different ales in foaming pint tankards, poured from large kegs resting on the sturdy maple bar top.  For those with choosier tastes, an assortment of other beverages are available, Elven wines, Dwarven and man drinks of a stronger nature.
      There are a few tables around the room, with a few stools in one corner.

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    The heavy round door opens, whisper quiet, and a cloaked hobbit slips in.  As soon as he is inside the Green Dragon, he looks around, noticing the homey pub atmosphere, the few patrons scattered around the room, then with a big smile lighting up his freckled face, he sneaks over to the rotund barkeep, quickly pilfering a pipe, whereupon, he packs it, lights it, and puffs on it a moment, then blows a smoke ring at the oblivious barkeep, with a hoot of laughter.  He hands the pipe back, along with some of his own pipeweed as payment for his lighthearted prank. 
    The startled barkeep accepts the pipeweed and pipe, his irritation at the prank quickly molified by the newcomers' generosity.
    "And what will you have, Hamadred, you young scamp?", the barkeep inquires.
    Tossing a pouch clinking with coin on the bar, the young freckled burglar says, "A pint of the Bullroarer's Finest, for me, and a round for my friends, aye!"



((there you go, its an attempt at a start.  I hate seeing dead threads with potential.  If you don't like what I have done with it, let me know.  It just seemed to need a nudge to move it out of the speculative and into the actual.))