'Ah,' thought Pio to herself, as she watched the two newcomers to the Inn approach her. 'How interesting! A Hobbit with a familiar name and a lady from Rohan who looks to have been attacked by something.'
She noted the woman's clothes were dirty and torn, and there were evident areas of bruising and cuts on her face and arms. She had directed Buttercup to take her up to a freshly done up room and to show her where the wash room was.
'I'll bet the both of them have very interesting stories to tell. Perhaps after a good meal and some ale, they'll feel like sharing them.'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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