Bullroarer rose at dawn and peered out the window. As he had guessed last night, the sheets of swirling snow were just now beginning to blow less violently. It would take another two hours before such a large group of hobbits could safely find its way down the road.
At least the roadway itself didn't seem to be totally obstructed. The wind had blown most of the snow into tall banks along the side. It was still possible to push their way through the middle, although they might have to slow up here and there to plough through particularly heavy drifts that came far up their legs.. As soon as the blizzard let up enough for them to see more clearly, they'd need to get started.
The scouts had already taken their leave from the inn. Bullroarer hadn't been pleased to see them going out in such horrid weather. But, with the scouts, there was little choice. They needed to get a head start or they'd never make it back in time.
Bullroarer decided to let the rest of the hobbits sleep another hour and then wake them for breakfast and a hasty departure. Food and adequate rest could become increasingly rare as the trip progressed. Might as well take advantage of an extra hour of sleep while it was still available.
He went down to the common room to speak with the Innkeeper. Bacon and eggs were no longer on the menu, but at least there was still a plentiful supply of thin porridge and hot tea. He placed an order for the entire company, and paid for it out of his own pocket. Bullroarer was known for his temper and stubborn will, but he was also reputed to be a most generous patron. In the rooms off the hallway, it was possible to hear the noise of waking hobbits, both the grumpy and cheerful, as they struggled out of bed and made ready for the day.
[ December 04, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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