[Belin]

Quiet, cowardly Belin had returned to the common room, once she’d made certain that the party had ended. She had always disliked parties, and her aversion had not diminished since mentally taking inventory and finding that the last two parties she had attended had involved, respectively, being knocked to the ground by an airborne elf and being rather effectively attacked with a large and heavy chair. No doubt this had been a relatively safe party by comparison, but still...

In any case it was over now. Belin smiled at the loud and cheerful dwarf who had just walked in. “Dwarin isn’t here, Master Turgon, and, much as he’s missed, talking to him certainly won’t bring him back. Are you sure you haven’t had enough beer as it is?”

Turgon blinked at her. “But... it says on the sign…”

Belin sighed. “Why don’t I get you something nice while you look around a little. See who’s here. It’s quite a lovely company. You too,” she added, turning a smile of welcome to the hobbit girl who’d just walked in. “A room? You’ll want to talk to Cami, or to Mistress Pio. She glanced around, wondering whether her absence had been remarked upon. “And anyone here can give you news.”