The traveler continues to watch the commotion of the Inn from his seat. He puts some coins on the bar and asks Dwarin for another glass of water. Dwarin nods to him and comes back with the glass. The traveler is still interested to hear of this “warg” business, but he thinks it is not his place to take charge and demand information. He’ll let the locals tend to the locals and he’ll help if anyone asks, or he thinks he is needed.
He sips at his water as he surveys the crowd once more. His eyes fall upon the woman in red, who was approaching him until the Hobbit girl had burst into the Inn. He wonders what she wants, or wanted with him, as he continues to play with the ring on his finger.
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The Road goes ever on and on...
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