Eodwine and Falco
Eodwine rose. "Hail and well met, Saeryn. I am Eodwine of the Gap, one of King Eomer's messengers." He looked down at the still sitting Falco, then back to Saeryn. My friend here would rise from his table also, but his is the unhappy lot of being a Holbitla with legs too short to stand up on."
"Unhappy lot! Legs too short!" Falco stood on his pillows. "You're an overgrown dandy with a tongue so silver it gives you a bad after taste! At my expense no less!" He turned to the maiden and bowed. Master Falco Boffin of the Shire at your service, my fair lass. Won't you join us? We'd love to share board with you, soon as we get some vittles and beer for our empty stomachs." He glanced meaningfully at Bęthberry.
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