[Gird]

Gird woke up from his trance and looked at Aman, and then to his pile of coins. "Oh, yes, I guess I did" he said, his mind still returning from the thoughts of hobbit feet. He grabbed the coins and dropped them into his pocket.

He turned to his milk, and took a big long drought. he placed the mug down with a 'clunck!' revealing a large 'milk mustache' on his upper lip. Ahhh, he thought, it's good to have a cozy place like this to drink ones milk.

"Oh!" he suddenly cried, "one more thing, could I get a room for the night?" "Of course" came the reply, Aman seemed releived that that was all he was yelling about. "Okay, you can put it under the name Gird" said Gird. He then had to clearly spell it out, so that it would not be written with an e. It had happened before, and he felt very embarrassed and humiliated when it did happen.

Aman handed Gird the key, and he looked at it, and then with a flick of his wrist, it seemed to dissapear. A smile was on his face, he had amused himself at the smoothness of the illusion, completely unaware that probably no one else had seen it, or even cared.

Gird picked up his mug, and refreshed not only himself, but also his 'milk mustache.'