***** Notice of time moving forward in the Inn *****
The party is just starting.
It's now early evening; the sun is low on the western horizon, giving a soft light as the party in the Inn's front yard begins.
All the decorations are now up, the tables all decked with flowers, and chairs are scattered about for those who want to sit and relax and drink the good ale Master Fordogrim has supplied. Several of the tables groan with food from the Inn's kitchens. Roast chicken with taters, baskets of rolls, pots of sweet cream butter. Cookies, cakes, lemonade, cider, wine . . . and all in enough abundance to satisfy the hungriest and thirstiest of Hobbits, Elves, Dwarves, or Men.
There is a large area cleared in front of the little stage just off the verandah where Gil and his little band are setting up.
Down from their rooms and down the path from the roadway come the merry party-goers to eat and drink and talk and laugh and dance the moon down . . .
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