After having an ale, he went outside and began practicing his swordfighting techniques. He got a few stares for it, but he did not mind, he was always a loner. Even when he had had his friends with him, he had not been completely honest with them. And they knew it.
He did not have great skill with a blade, but what little he knew he could do well. He saw a group of people talking, he knew not what about, and he also saw a dwarf with a female companion. he did not want ot disturb them so he backed up to the edge the Inn's grounds....
...and promptly bumped into someone. "Oh, I am terribly sorry about that," Ponto said, " I was not looking where I was going,"
"That's quite alright, I have had much experience with hobbits like you!"...
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"For with much wisdom comes much sorrow, and with more knowledge comes more grief."
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