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Hama took a deep gulp of the hobbit ale, putting down his cup and laughing his deep, rich laugh as the hobbits ran around him trying to get a look at this new stranger. His helm rested on the table, the gold adornments casting reflections onto his face. He smiled, turning his chair round to look for anyone he recognised. Crystal? No...she wouldn't still be here.
"Hobbit! Hobbit there!" he shouted loudly but good naturedly, "Let's have another tankard of this ale! I'd forgotten just how good it tastes! And for the love of the valar put it in a bigger glass!" The hobbit laughed with Hama as he filled up what to a hobbit must have seemed like a bucket with ale and placed it in front of him. He tipped the barman and chuckled warmly as he took the first sip of his huge tankard...
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