[bilbo_baggins]

Not knowing where to go, the poor hobbit called Ponto stumbled and turned about in a slightly drunken stupor. He felt he should make a friend to help him if he should pass out, as there were things on his person he would feel better watched as he slept.

"Hello, how are you?" he asked a person walking past, "What is your name?"

"Harold, and yours?" the passerby asked.

"Ponto, sir. Ponto Smallburrow," was the simple reply, "Do you know the innkeeper?"

"Yes, urm; ah! there she is! There is Aman." Harold pointed at a young pretty woman with amazing blond hair, talking with a hobbit like himself. Ponto saw they were tense, a trifle uneasy.

"Well, thank you, Harold. I will see you later, perhaps?"

"Yes, well um, quite..." he mumbled as he walked off, speaking of finding some Regin character.

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As he approached the Innkeeper, he could hear snatches of their conversation, "...and then we shall move on to such propositions." She held out her hand for the other hobbit to shake.

"Eh, excuse me, miz. Aman, I believe?"

"Yes?" She replied, while hardly moving a muscle.

"I was wondering where I might find a room? I'll not be staying long." Ponto said.

"Ah, yes. They're through there." She gestured towards a corridor.

"Well, thank you, miz." Ponto started for the corridor entrance. He glanced behind and saw the Innkeeper extend her hand again to the stranger she was conversing with. "I hope it turns out alright, whate'er they're talking 'bout."