"Lunch!?" Arcon laughed, "Surely, the little-folk indeed move quickly through their many meals of the day. Of course I will join you, though it will be breakfast for me I'm afraid." Hobbit and elf walked back to the inn, into the dining area where the smell of breakfast floated throughout the room.
They sat at a small round table off to the side. A servant brought out fruits, a large loaf of bread, and honey and butter for spread. "To drink?" the servant asked.
"Coffee, and black as the night," Olo replied.
"Water please," Arcon said nodding.
As the two ate, Arcon spoke up, "So you'd like to give Getathane a trim eh? Well I'm sure that will do quite nicely," the elf went on as the servant brought out their drinks. "But tell me Olo, where did you learn such mastery in the grooming of horses? That is not a local trade in such a desolate region."
Just then Bethberry and Naaramare came down the stairs, fresh and ready for the new day, and the council with the Rangers. "Just a second Olo," Arcon said as he beckoned Bethberry and Naaramare to join Olo and him. "I'm sorry Olo, please continue," Arcon said apologetically.
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