Oak, Beech, and Willow finished their drinks, stood up from their table, and wandered toward the door. As they went, Beech glanced up at the wall, and paused.
Oak stopped and waited, and Willow swayed impatiently. Beech ran his hands through his hair, and shook his head. "...admitted to the Tower of Ecthelion as an adventurer admitted to practice her trade.... " he muttered.
"What?" said Willow.
Beech said it again, louder. "Has been named on the roles posted in the Tower of Ecthelion as an adventurer admitted to practice his trade in the Realm of Gondor."
Oak and Willow exchanged confused glances.
"We have neard little news, " Beech said. "Perhaps the messengers have been waylaid or news has not come this far. But I am sure there have been adventurers in Rohan whose names would be expected here. But none have been announced for quite a while. Do you not think so?"
"I think you're daft, " replied Oak.
"You think everyone is daft," replied Willow.
"Nevertheless, I think it is odd that we have seen no new adventurers from Rohan in over a year, " said Beech.
"Oh, you fret too much, " said Oak.
"You don't think enough, " said Willow.
Still bickering, the Three Trees walked out of the dark Inn into the bright afternoon.
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