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Harreld
It was dark out. Harreld had not gone to mid day meal after all, hobbit or no hobbit. He had not been ready to face Ginna.
He had watched over Raban and Javan after working with them to make a space for the boy's lessons. Raban had insisted on using his own tools. Harreld had kept watch out of the corner of his eye while continuing with his own work.
The boy's lessons over, Harreld had offered to pay the boy a silver coin to go to Frodides and bring back food and drink to the smithy. The coin proved the incentive needed, and Javan had come back quickly, with more than enough food.
He was hungry again. Tongs and hammer put away for the day, Harreld rubbed blades and soup ladles and other items with a cloth, bringing out a shine.
"Hello?" Someone called at the door.
"Come in," Harreld said.
In the lamp light Harreld saw Thornden.
"Greetings, Thornden. Have you news of Garreth? Or of the day's events?"
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