Gird saw a man in a green cloak come in, and order some tea, from the seat next to him. The man then looked around, as if looking for someone. Everyone does that, he thought, and they always skip those at the bar. This ends now.
"What kind of tea is it?" asked Gird, then took a sip of his milk. The green cloaked traveller looked at Gird, and asked, "pardon me?" Gird restated his question "What kind of tea is it? is it any good?" and then, "hi, my name's Gird," and he held out his hand.
Feeling sheepish that he almost forgot his manners.
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"Good heavens! Don't pretend that goblins can't count. They can. Twelve isn't fifteen and they know it."
Beorn
"I am Ugluk, I command."
Ugluk
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