Angry looked around the room while he waited for his beer (they were having to change the keg over). He noticed a tall, female human laughing at him. Then again, on the way over to the inn he had seen three blue sheep laughing at him, so he didn't take any action against her. He knew his old Dad would have a few things to say about all these humans coming into the Green Dragon, but he felt he quite liked the mixed company.
The bowl of his pipe wavered in front of his eyes as he concentrated his entire mental capacity on stuffing it with his last bit of Longbarrow. After an age of patting, unbuttoning and rummaging, Angry found himself desperately short of a taper. This would not do, a hobbit with a full pipe and no means by which to light it! Whatever next?
Brandybuck courage flowing through his veins, Angry got down from the stool and approached the woman he had seen laughing earlier. As he got nearer he made some attempt at tidying his attire and settle his wild brown hair.
When he reached her he touched lightly on her elbow and, in his best Common Tongue, said
"Err...Excuse me Miss, but I couldn't trouble you for any means of lighting my pipe could I?"
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