[bilbo_baggins]

Oin saw the confrontation between Caraedry and Bethberry. Rather effective, that Bethberry. He stepped over to where Bethberry stood, watching Caraedry put his wares out of the way.

"Bethberry, marm. I'm Oin, remember? I saw what happened, and am happy to say that you are definitely a mover. You certainly showed him who runs this Inn. Hehehe." Oin chortled at the sight of poor Caraedry, stooping over and picking up some books that had fallen over, glancing ever at Bethberry standing not far away, like a careful watcher, waiting to make sure he would take care of this incident she had warned him about already.

"Oin, I just don't understand people like that; people that will do anything to sell something. I understand, it's an honest occupation and all, but there are extremes in everything. Caraedry definitely stepped over the line. I don't want to be severe with him, but he is pushing me, oh so close to being rather angry." Bethberry frowned at this and turned to Oin. With a small smile, she said, "Don't worry, Oin. I can handle him. Go and sit, have another ale. Enjoy yourself."

Oin, happy to oblige, walked back to Finky, who was eating some bread quietly. "Finky, I think that we shall see little of that peddler again. I didn't quite like the look of him, too honest a face, as if that could be."

"Aye, Oin. I know right well what you mean." Swallowing his bread, Finky continued, "I hope the Inn returns to normal. I rather liked the tale-telling. Perhaps someone will cheer the place up."

Oin replied, "Aye, that would be good. A little cheer would be appreciated. As my relative would say, 'You'ld find more cheer in a graveyard!'"

Thus, the floor was set for any who would cheer the place.