[Kransha]

“Hmph, it would be have to be one of those foreigners.” growled Toby, pretending to care which he very obviously didn’t. He walked towards what crowd there was and near the woman he’d seen earlier and the two men of the south. He snorted indignantly and visibly towards them, with a look of disgust on his rodent-like face. His eyes focused angrily on the accused man, whose name apparently was Valthalion or Vilthilion or some such thing which he couldn't recall. The man actually seemed very belligerent at the moment, his hand grasping at the hilt of a blade which hung at his side.

“You see?” He said to no one in particular, “As long as these people can just come and go on our property as they please, none of us are safe. They don’t just soil our lands with their foulness, oh no, they set fires, they burn our homes.” He snorted more loudly, the gruff and firm volume of his gutteral voice rising.
Toby suddenly felt very confident, even though he had no reason. He was the thief and the liar, and he knew it, but he wasn’t about to tell anyone that, considering how dire the consequences might be.

“They lie and cheat and burn and this isn’t even their land to do so. I say, make them burn their own lands, cheat their own brethren, and lie as much as they wish somewhere far from the comfort of the four farthings." He said even more firmly than before, waving his arms about to get more attention as he spoke.
He orated with a surprisingly well-acted rage. He didn’t know who’d started the fire in truth. For all he knew, it was some hobbit. He didn’t plan on being exposed as a hypocrite, but this accusation gave him the perfect opportunity to spread his own views to the tired crowd gathered around on Bywater Road.