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Bredan rose from his seat, his legs and whole body feeling less tired. The inn was now at the hight of it's time, or so thought, as he had never been to a party of hobbit kind but had heard of them as they were legendary.
He walked to the bar, thinking of his opening line for conversation. He went towards the woman he took as the inn keeper, he had heard people call her Aman. He felt a bit more comfortable talking to her as she was of his height, not being disrespectful to the Hobbits or Dwarfs.
"Why is their a party?" he asked nervously."Is their a birthday".
He really hoped that everyone was friendly, as they seemed to be. He didn't need trouble now.
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I use my sword, narcatic, to uphold peace. Never for vengance.
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