"I do not wish to leave," said Fáinu tilting his head, "I went to find out some news before. With little luck I might add." He smiled; he had never been the best at getting news. Cree was not amused; she had too much on her mind.
Rising up, Fáinu collected their empty mugs. "Care for another?" he asked, Cree shook her head. Fáinu shrugged and went to the bar. He came back with a filled mug of ale. Sitting down he saw how deep in thought Cree was. There was defiantly something she was hiding, perhaps she had found something on her travels that disturbed her.
"Dragons?" came a cry form an old Hobbit at a near by table, "as some one once said, theres only one dragon in bywater and that’s green... or something like that." Fáinu jumped at the word "Dragons", Cree smirked.
"No, the memory will never go," he mumbled to himself, "How can it if it is burned deep in my heart?" Cree was looking at him again. He knew she'd either decided something, or had something important to say. He looked at her expectantly.
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