"Why, yes, thank ye kindly sir!" Biffo said as he reached for the man's pipe. Taking a long, practiced draw, he exhaled slowly, a smile rising to his features. It was good. Not of course, the match for the Old Toady he had come into a week ago. Biffo still had a small amount of this in his pocket, but he made it his policy never to turn down a kind offer such as this man's. 'Pays not to cause offence,' he thought, 'after all that's a mighty sharp-looking axe!' Besides, Biffo was clearly interested in this fellow, and took the chance to talk.
"Ah, a very fine crop," Biffo said as he passed the pipe back. "The Blue Mountains, you say? Indeed? I'd really like to go there - see some Dwarves, perhaps. You, ah, wouldn't be going back anytime soon... would you?" Biffo now looked as eager and inquisitive, as he had been relaxed before.
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