Dick stared after the elf and man with an open mouth. He remembered himself suddenly and shut it again a moment later, but it nearly popped back open when the elderly hobbit, Songo, went running after them.
“A horse missing...and Will missing, by all accounts...this does not sound good, Dick,” the innkeeper said to himself. He cast an experienced eye over the common room. Everyone was content, drinks were filled, and the fire was burning merrily. Someone had opened the window to allow the damp, cool air in, along with some light.
Satisfied that everything was well in hand, Dick took the chance to hurry outside and check on matters himself.
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