A crusty old hobbit wearing a green/brown cloak walked with his cane toward the Green Dragon. He had heard of the legendary ale of this place, for word had gotten down to the Sarn where he farmed some of the most famous of leaf. But Sarn Smokelittle didn't smoke so much, but liked instead to brew ale.
He pused the door open to the Green Dragon, and walking in like he owned the place, he waved at a maid and said,
'Gimmee one of these most famoustest Green Dragon ales I heared about down south.'
Really he was thinking that Sadie Longtresses was overly fond of the ale when she was by here last year that she exagerated its quality. So he would find out for himself now.
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