Hama nodded and got up, he walked into the main bar area and returned a few minutes later with a two plates of steaming stew, he went back out and returned with two mugs of ale, one he set before Cree, and the second before himself, he did the same with the stew and stuck a spoon into each bowl.
He took a mouthful of his, it was warm and it didn't taste too bad either, certainly better than the stew Eowyn cooked on the route to helm's deep. Hama smiled, he had been lucky that day, though his horse had been killed by wargs he'd managed to make it out alive... He jerked his thoughts back to the present... he chewed on the pork in his mouth and swallowed it, and drunk a large gulp of ale...
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