[Schmendrick]

Durmán still couldn't figure out who had been talking about Dol Amroth and he didn't really care anymore. "After all, my true quest is now elsewhere", he said to himself.
He hadn't even noticed the guardian enter, for he was looking at the opposite direction. If he had, he wouldn't have been so at ease.

He felt refreshed now, having slept some 5 hours, and started observing the other visitors with growing interest. There were many men and elves, but above all he was fascinated by the hobbits. He had never seen one in his life before!

"Surely these must be halflings", he thought, trying to remember some old stories about them, but he couldn't recall many.
"Maybe I should go and talk to one of them?", he thought. "After all, I might never come this north again! But first I have to get something to eat!"

Durmán looked around him, hesitating. He hadn't paid much attention to anyone yesterday. Who was in charge of this place?
He remembered suddenly the elven woman who had invited him to dance yesterday. "Pio" he thought he had heard them call her.

Where could he find her? Surely she would know...