Pio sat back in her chair, and perched her feet on the table since there was no one else sitting with her at the moment. A large pint of dark ale was cradled in her hands, and she raised it to her lips for a satisfying swig.
Glancing out the door of the makeshift party tavern, she thought she saw a familiar small figure hurrying toward the edge of the fields and toward the trees. The semifurtiveness of the figure's movements made her narrow her eyes for a closer look.
'It's Rose,' she thought to herself. 'What's the little one doing way out there by herself?'
Getting up from the table, the drink now abandoned, she nudged Veritas and pointed at the figure just slipping under the canopy of the leaves.
'It's just Rose,' said Veritas,'probably going for a walk. What's the problem?'
Pio, her head cocked, listening intently, turned back to Veritas and grabbed her arm in preparation for a swift sprint after the now disappeared hobbit.
'Walk, heck!!', said Pio, starting to drag the wizard along at a good clip.'She's muttering something about "my precious" to herself. This could bode ill!'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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