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After having conversations with a few of the characters in the inn, Bredan decided that he would have one more drink and then go off to bed ready to go and see Master Meriadoc in the morning about borrowing a horse, Bredan finished this thought with a yawn, which made him change his mind about the last drink, he ate the last bit of bread left on his plate and departed. As Bredan pushed through the crowd to his room, and the crowd was probably the biggest at the inn since he had arrived, Bredan must have said ‘excuse me’ a thousand times, each with a reply from the friendly customers of Lady Aman. As he pushed through saying excuse me he heard a variety of voices and each accompanied by a different smell. But after he had said one ‘excuse me’ he heard the voice and smelt the smell that comforted him.

“Ah, Lady Aman, may I have a word, once more tonight?” Bredan said not wanting to look in to her eyes to much as he knew she could not be his and did not want to get caught by her beauty again.

“Certainly Master Bredan” the loveliest voice in the room replied.

“Well in the morning I am going to Master Meriadoc’s to see about the use of one of his steed’s, and I am already a bit nervous about meeting the Gentlehoibbit, I was wondering if you would accomapny me, or at least write me letter telling him that you sent me, or even direct me in how to act, as you know him.”

Bredan looked at the floor, for a second, he then glanced at Lady Aman. She looked as if she was thinking, of an excuse or if she had anything planned Bredan could not guess.