‘As a matter of fact, there is much you can do for me, Derufin.’ Pio sighed and leaned back in her chair, her feet propped on another she had pulled close. The twins were active today and she was uncomfortable, it seemed, in any position. She poured herself another small tot of wine, cut with much water and watched the pale red liquid swirl in her mug as she rocked it back and forth, mixing it.
‘The stable, I fear is in much disarray, since last you left it.’ He cocked an eyebrow at this statement, urging her to go on. ‘Our stableman has left, gone back to help on the family farm. And there is a paucity of willing lads to act as stableboy.’ She looked at the table of Orcs, the lone Balrog, the Elves, and the Shapechangers and chuckled. ‘You know how insular the good folk of the Shire are, Derufin. The fact that a Man, you, is here is trouble enough to them. But all these other exotic creatures have got the wind up their noses. The Hobbit folk have been staying away from the Green Dragon of late . . .’
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