Hama walked up to crystal and laid a hand on her shoulder. He looked at her again, and the smallest of small tears fell from the corner of his eye and trickled down his cheek.
"I could not cause you harm, Crystal. Your father is one of the...less gracious lords of the Rohirrim. Try to banish your sorrow for now, at least. You will not be moved from here if it is where you want to stay."
He moved away and nodded once in her direction. He sat down at the bar and took his glass of whiskey, and with a slight hesitation took a sip. He chuckled slightly and then let out a roar of laughter.
'By the mark, little hobbit. This is surely the finest drink in all the lands.'
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