[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami glanced back at Poppy and Lindo. Party or no party......this place needed a cleaning. She grabbed a mop and began vigorously swabbing the floor, knocking over the bucket in her exuberance and sending rivulets of water streaming out in all directions. She snatched up several rags and fell hastily to her knees, making wide arcs with the dry cloths until she'd sopped up the worst of the mess.

As she worked, the small hobbit reflected. What we really need is for some brave soul to wander in through the door with a tale to tell or an adventure that needs doing. It had been a long spell since any ships had unfurled their sails and set out from Gondor, or warriors had mounted upon their steeds and gone galloping off into the night.

Cami threw open the sash of the Inn's front window and thrust her head out into the dank midnight air. It was black in the heavens. Not a single star was visible. She blinked and looked around, waiting for someone, anyone, to appear who could sit by the fire and spin misty tales that would send her chasing off into the world of dreams.