"Quick! Some smelling salts to calm her down, Master Dwarin!" Sarah shouted as she ran to the corner where the hobbit was talking about "wargs" nervously.
"Give her some air! Please spread out." another woman said to the people gathering around the nervous creature.
Others were too drowsy to care, while those who were more quick and brave already had their swords unsheathed ready to battle the "wargs", eventhough the foul creatures weren't there yet. But most people were nervous and asking questions all at the same time, "Where?!", "Did they bite you??", "What do they want??!".
Though the inn was getting hotter with the new danger, Sarah noticed a male hobbit who seems to be always drunk and it also seems he did not know what was going on.
"Another pint, Sir Dwarin!" the hobbit laughed like all drunk men do.
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