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Amused and slightly embarrased that such outbursts as these happened in the Inn, Oin contemplated the scene. Things had sure changed since he had been here last. Ruffians didn't just walk into Inns back then and after all, hadn't all slimy, good-for-nothings run away after the end of the War? Oh, well, this man Rand had some accounting by the looks of the sharp blade at his neck.

And that strange dwarf that came in and then left suddenly. How funny that he should get a mug of beer when he obviously wasn't known here, judging by the look in the Innkeeper's eye.

And the Innkeeper had come in. She never did have a rest, did she? Always some gruff piece of scum to reprimand and throw out, or some person to collect payment from, or a distraught friend to talk to. However did she manage.

And then a harried-looking messenger came in. Gondorian by the look about him and his build. He said something to the keeper, and then dissappeared down a hall with another man.

Things did pick up so, didn't they? As Oin stroked his long, smooth plaited beard, he began to feel it was time to talk to some old friends here.