Falco Boffin:
The man called Beren gave out that he wanted to judge the man by his story stead of his looks. Leastways, that's the best Falco could make of his high talk.
"I'm a Hobbit, my good sir, not a Man, and I'd take it kindly if you didn't forget it. But you're right as rain as to his story, though I ain't so sure I'm just going to start believing just 'cause he talks nice."
Falco could make head nor tail of what the Elf Lady said, which was no surprise to him. Still, he chuckled to himself to hear her delicate Elvish tongue trip over that last word she used, 'rememdy' or something. These two surely were not Hobbits and Falco felt out of his element, and then some.
After the stablemaster from Gondor served up the last of the wine, he excused himself and asked the wanderer to sit with him at another table, which suited Falco fine. If Derufin wanted to keep an eye on the man for him, so much the better. It's high time, my good Hobbit, for you to make the rounds here abouts and catch up with the lasses. He excused himself as politely as he knew how from Big Folk and Elven Lady type company, picked up his cup, and wandered off to visit with some of the locals.
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The Wanderer:
‘Name’s Derufin,’ he offered, ‘from Ringló originally.’
This Derufin was civil at least. And those other two, the man Beren and the Elf woman, they'd put the Hobbit in his place. Maybe things were looking up. Too early to tell. Ringlo meant nothing. Somewhere foreign, no doubt.
"Falowik. Falowik Stonewort. Used to live out by Bree." He was not ready to say more than what little courtesy demanded. People. Nothing but trouble, people. They always made things difficult. Just his luck to find that satchel and the blood. It had to be reported, and it had fallen to him to do so. Like it or not. Even if it forced him to be around people for a few days and maybe longer. At least the food and drink promised to be good. If he could afford it. Which he doubted.
Falowik received his glass of ale and left it untouched. "How much is this? I don't have a lot. Live off my wits mostly."
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