Rym chuckled. "Aye, 'tis very nice ale served here.. Better than I've tasted in a long while." As if to prove his point, he downed the last of the ale in one last gulp and moved the mug to the edge of the table.
"I'm pleased to meet both of you. After travelling for so long, it is a relief to have someone who will answer you when you talk to them, rather than give the odd 'neigh'."
"Where do you come from, if you don't mind me asking?" asked Rave.
"Not at all. I travel here from Gondor. Times have been tough for my family, so I was given a mare and my father's pipe before being told to make my way in the world on my own. I've been travelling around Middle Earth ever since then just waiting to see where I'll end up. But here I am talking about myself and probably boring you both, for I'm sure you have both heard or live similar tales."
"The Green Dragon does seem to attact many weary travellers from afar, but their tales are all different in their own way," Hiri answered.
Rym laughed heartily for a few moments before stopping abruptly, as if surprised to hear the sound coming from his mouth. "Aye, I guess you're right."
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