Eodwine followed Aman to the counter, bringing his satchel with him, setting it down carefully beside him as he listened to the barkeep's pleasant banter. "...You are a messenger, are you not?"
"Indeed I am." He took a long draw off the top of his brown ale, sighing deeply and smiling broadly. "I am one of King Eomer's messengers. He has granted my request to come to the Shire on an errand of good will, to mingle with the Holbytla and learn what I may for a year and a day."
He looked around the room again, his eyes wide, and looked Aman in the eye. She was easy enough to talk to, as any barkeep should be. "Just between you and me, what draws so many fair folk here?"
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