The door was flung open and an old, mean-looking hobbit lady stepped in. She looked around the room angrily, and then walked to the first person she could find, who was unfortunately Pio.
"Excuse me," she said rudely. "Have you seen a little hobbit girl around here anywhere?"
"About how old?" Pio asked, pausing in her work for a moment.
"Younger than ten."
"I've never seen anyone that young at the inn," said Pio with a smile. "But if you're certain there is a girl that young, please feel welcome to look. I'll come and assist you soon."
"Thank you," said the woman, not sounding a bit thankful. She went from table to table, peering closely into everyone's face, making them rather nervous.
Don's brown eyes grew larger than they already were, and her face paled. "It's my aunt," she whispered frantically to Rie. "Please, please hide me!"
[ January 14, 2003: Message edited by: Nurumaiel ]
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