Falco Boffin came in the front door of the Green Dragon Inn. It was a good thing he'd left his pony stabled at the shirrif's house as there didn't seem to be much room at the stablehouse of the Inn.
"Ah! Just in time for supper!" Falco grinned.
A strange big person followed him in. The man was not very tall and held a well worn cap in his rough hands, revealing a mat stringy dark hair that came to his shoulders. His clothes were as well worn as his hat, and so was his face. His pale blue eyes shifted from side to side, taking in the room. He stank.
"Hi!" said Falco, "There's Derufin with stablehand and someone else new I'll need to befriend." He turned to his companion. "Since you refuse a bath, you can sit over there, sir."
The man's lip rose with look that would dismember if looks could, and pulled a chair from the first table, eyeing the Elf sitting there distrustfully, and pulled the chair to the wall. He sat on the edge of it, as if he was ready to jump and run at need.
"That's our wanderer," Falco said. "None too friendly, I might add, which is why we've had to take an extra day or so getting him here. He did insist on coming here, for what it's worth, and I don't know what he thinks or wants, but that's the way of it.
"Now, where or those bright lassies with the food and drink?" He pulled up a fourth chair and sat down, nodding to Derufin and Vanwe, and turned to the other man. "My name's Falco Boffin. Welcome to the Shire. How may I call you?"
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