As Loremaster walked away down the tunnel, he suddenly heard a small voice next to his ear. "Loremaster, so they take Men as well?"
He stopped abruptly, looking cautiously around, but the others had gone, and the tunnel was empty. He did not think anyone could hear the small passenger on his shoulder anyway. "Yes. Two each. Every day."
He walked on. The voice came again. "Today, in the captain's room. I found a list. Of Halfling names. Loremaster, do you want to know the names?"
The old Hobbit stopped again. Slowly his head dropped, and he stood silently in the middle of the corridor. His shoulders quietly shook.
"Loremaster...? Loremaster...?"
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