Dwarin’s head was spinning. Everything was happening at once. Suddenly the inn was full of people. He was handing out every sort of drink he had by the dozens. The hobbits seemed quite content over in their corner of the room, even if they were making quite a racket. Things were busier than the poor innkeeper could keep up with. Just the way Dwarin liked it.
One of the Dwarves in the room walked to the bar and whispered quietly to Dwarin. Dwarin nodded his head and returned to serving customers. The second Dwarf cleared his throat and spoke.thus.
“To all Dwarves and Men. My name is Gorin and I have been sent from the King Under the Mountain to seek help. Rarely has life been better for the dwarves of Erebor. We are prospering. However as of late some of our supply convoys have been lost. Last reports indicate the eastern side of the misty mountains. We need people to investigate. Anyone willing to help see me or go
To Erebor.
His speech done Gorin sat down and talked with those who were interested.
[ November 29, 2002: Message edited by: Dwarin Thunderhammer ]
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