Ponto had stumbled into luck; the stranger he had walked into was none other than Enessar, an elf.
"My dear hobbit, I am Enessar! I have come to this Inn before, and I have returned," said the strange elf, who he now knew as Enessar, " I need to join a band of travelers willing to go to a faraway place. Do you know where I might join such a band, my young hobbit friend?"
"Why, no Enessar, I am newly come to this Inn myself. I hope you have luck in your search!" Ponto replied, instantly ashamed that he had not volunteered himself; he watched sadly as the tall, dark-haired elf walked inside the Inn.
"Oh, I wish I knew where my band was," Ponto murmured to himself as he finished his sword routine, "I would like to speak to Oin again, bless his muttering, grumbling soul..."
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"For with much wisdom comes much sorrow, and with more knowledge comes more grief."
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