As he watched, Nannaliel was sitting in the corner reading a strange book. She was also wondering about the sick girl. This is no ordinary pub, she thought.
Suddenly, as she rose her eyes from the gripping text of her book, she caught sight of a fat little hobbit sipping ale from a glass. Is that Odo Draggins, she thought. She was aware of the dislike and trouble she caused for the visitors of the inn, but the unrest about the death of her father still heaved upon her heart.
Slowly, she got up, put away her book and approached the halfling.
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