Ardo Longbottom entered the Inn wearing a hat bearing the feather signifying that he was a Shirriff of The Shire. After standing for a time and watching the goings on, he climbed upon a table and shouted "QUIET!"
A silence fell over the room. He tapped his wooly foot in annoyance for a moment, then spoke. "In the absence of Dwarin, our proprietor, I have been asked to monitor this Inn for a bit. Dwarin will, I trust, be back shortly. And while I am pleased that so many of you are getting along so famously, I must tell you a few things about this establishment..."
He lit a pipe, blew a smoke-ring and continued. "The Green Dragon is a place to meet other adventurers, that is true. But the adventuring takes place outside of these walls, please. In fact, two adventurers are seeking companions even now. Dwarin has concocted some plot concerning Erebor, and Ransom is seeking aid as well."
He blew another smoke ring. "However, while The Green Dragon is a fine place to tell a tale or introduce yourselves to one another, it is not the place to chat. Such a place may be found
here!. Or you may avail yourselves of that magical device known as the Private Message (PM). Or of course you may really get to know one another by adventuring together. But here, everyone must have a chance to speak, so no running conversations please" The Shirriff looked meaningfully at Celebmornie, the real Findorfin and Nurumaiel.
"So enjoy yourselves, but keep in mind the purposes of this place!" Ardo sat to watch the room and its inhabitants.