She had fallen asleep, her cheek resting on the table.
Elanor sat up with a start, sore all over from the uncomfortable position she'd been in, and so the hobbit girl made her way over to the inn keeper. "Please, Miss Pio," She said, in that halting way she had. She recalled the name from a conversation she'd overheard earlier in the night. She wasn't sure if that was actually the inn keeper's name or not, or if she was the inn keeper, but as long as Elanor got a nice bed to sleep on for the night, nothing else really mattered. "Could I have a room for the night?"
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Knowledge is just opinion that you trust enough to act upon.
-Children of the Mind, by Orson Scott Card.
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