Birdie smiled, cheered to see a friendly face again. "Indeed, your presence would be welcome, if our other traveling companions would have someone as "normal" as a hobbit who roams the Western Lands instead of staying safe in her comfortable smial."
"Now this," Birdie gestured towards the woman hovering over the pan of coffee, "is Bethberry, the daughter of Tom Bombadil and Goldberry, and a herbalist and loremaster without peer." Goldberry greeted Holly with a smile, and a wink at the effusive Birdland.
"The others I hope will come forward and introduce themselves, and perhaps tell you their story, for I confess I barely know the facts myself."
"But I have saved the best for last, for the greybeard whom you so cheekily tapped on the shoulder and demanded passage from?" Here Birdie leaned forward, and whispered to Holly, "He claims to be Gandalf the Grey! I can hardly credit it, though he did seem to know how to handle a wraith that attacked us last night. If you want to travel along with us, you will have to plead your case with HIM."
Birdie leaned back, to see what effect her news had had on the halfling tinker. "Have you ever seen or heard of this wizard of legend? Do you think it is really Gandalf?"
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