"Now if you'll excuse me, ladies, I haven't had any breakfast. Or dinner come to think of it," Stryker said.
Stryker walked towards the buffet. Ooh! he thought, Balrog wings. One of his favorites, even though they were cold. And some wild boar. He liked a good breakfast.
Scooping several of the wings onto his plate, he turned around, and nearly tripped over a small boy. Taking a closer look he realised it wasn't a boy, but one of the numerous hobbits.
"Hello there. I didn't see you," he apologized.
He walked to a table and sat down to eat his breakfast.
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