Avery looked down at the halfling.
"sure, Can I get you a drink?"
Despite the fact that Elwing had already eaten, she heartly accepted the offer.
"So, what brings you to the White horse tonight" the Hobbit inquired.
"Oh, the cold, one of the few warm places around." Avery replied. She had never talked with a halfling before. Two pints of a strong brew were brought over and Avery tossed four sliver pieces into the barkeep's hand.
"So where do you hail from, my halfling friend?"
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~~Your finger hired the crew?
~No, that's silly. The man who lives in my finger hired the crew, Mr. Bimbol.
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