* With a nod to Hob, Erling loosed the net still more, so that Camlost was free to move about or fly where he would. *
Hallo, Camlost. We'd be much obliged for any news you can spare of the Hobbits we seek. Your offer of assistance is most welcome. And I'm carrying some parched corn with me, if you'll accept it as a small gift, begging pardon for your capture.
As for the grey-clad peddler, what does he trade in, so that we might better barter for information?
* Erling made no mention of setting a coin or two aside for buying information from the old peddler, knowing full well the greedy reputation of crows around such shiny treasure. Nor did he make a move towards bringing out any parched corn ... yet. *
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