Eruantalon then caught site of Bali, greeting an elf (presumably the one he had been looking for). Being waved over by Bali, he walked over to them.
"Erulon, meet Burzdul, a good friend of mine from Gondor. He is only a half-elf, you know." Eruantalon shook the elve's hand warmly. "I know you not, but a friend of this fine dwarf is a friend of mine. But you are from Gondor, you say. Might you know my father?"
Chatting about family relations and things of that sort, they made their way over to the bar and ordered fresh drinks. Then they found a table near the back of the inn, where they knew they wouldn't be disturbed.
"And so, Burdul," said Bali. "What brings you to this fine inn in the middle of the shire, far away from your people?" Burdul's face turned grave...
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