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Lily shiverred. She was starting to feel chilled from standing in one place, and she wanted to start moving again to warm up. She did not yet want to go back to the Inn; she was enjoying the fresh air and was not eager to go back inside, cozy as the Green Dragon might be.
"I suppose you will want to be moving on towards the Inn, Master Dīm," said Lily. "Perhaps we shall talk later." Dīm nodded and tipped his blue hat. "Good day to you, ladies," he said. He flicked the reins and his poor mule pulled the cart down the road.
As if by some unspoken agreement all three hobbits began walking again. "Interesting character, that Dīm," said Lily. "But then he's a Dwarf, and all Dwarves are a bit queer. There are some strange people that come to Inns, and no mistake." As she walked her limbs were warming, and she began to enjoy the brisk temperature. The sun, though still high in the sky, was moving on towards the clouds in the west, reminding Lily of the brooding storm. Lily grinned suddenly, inspired. However awake she might feel, she was still tired, and she was starting to think in somewhat nonsensical ways.
"Who's the strangest person you ever met?" she asked. "He or she could be from an Inn, a distant relative, anything."
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