Meanwhile, Nanna was tired of dealing cards. No one was interested in the game anyway. So she put her cards back into their box.
She saw the young hobbit. She still had a picture of hobbits in her mind, especially Odo Draggins. That wretch. Perhaps the halflings of the Inn knew something about him. Well, you never know.
"Excuse me?" she asked the hobbit Amarantha, who smiled. "Do you know anyone called Odo Draggins? If you do? please could you tell me where he dwells?"
Amarantha looked surprised. Nanna forgot to introduce herself.
"By the way, I am Nannaliel. Call me Nanna." The hobbit smiled sweetly, as all hobbits did.
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