"Well, hello, Fawain Isilmeleo from Ithilien," grinned Hapman. "I am Tundil- you can call me Hapman, most people do. This is Laiquendi..and this is the good lady innkeeper, Aman. How do?"
He extended a long arm and gave Fawain a firm handshake, which vibrated up her arm. Then he turned back to Aman.
"So, how about that ale?" he asked cheerily. None of the three girls could work out how he could be so happy all the time. "Fawain. What brings you here? Especially in such weather." Hapman slurped his fresh beer and indicated the pouring rain. "You must be a traveller. Am I right?"
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