The *thunk* of small hobbit fists on the table behind him shook Biffo from his thoughts. He had been thinking of the world outside the Shire's borders, a world that seemingly came to The Green Dragon much more often than to his local at Frogmorton, The Floating Log. Biffo wondered if Men and Elves were always so reckless and eager to quarrel.
At first the man's arm had not looked too serious to Biffo, and he made the mistake of thinking the womenfolk were over-reacting. But Pio the barkeep had certainly realised the extent of his wounds. Biffo had helped in what little way he could, moving the injured man so he could be aided, and holding him down while Pio tended to him.
Biffo drained his tankard, and waited patiently beside the hobbit Elanor until he could get her attention. Asking for a room for the night, he quickly moved to reclaim his hat from the stand near the door, and then followed Elanor out of the common room. Biffo was a little taken back by his first visit to The Green Dragon, but intrigued nonetheless. He retired to his room for a long think, and hopefully some peace and quiet before morning.
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