[Gird]

Well this is rather embarassing. Falling on my back, in the midst of my glory of getting a stool again, thought Gird.

The hobbit lass returned, and righted his stool which was still on the ground. Gird swiftly sat down, as he was told in a no-nonsense voice. She then started to treat a wound (that he had not realized he had sustained) with a cloth, and water that she had just gotten from the inn. "Oh, look at that, I'm bleeding." noted Gird.

While she worked, she looked up at Gird and asked, "So, sir, if I may be so bold as to ask, what is your name? And what has brought you to the Green Dragon?"

"Well, I guess I can answer that for the treater of my wound," started Gird, "My name's Gird, and as for my business, I am just a traveller, going from place to place."

Gird was just about to ask her the same questions, when an elf came and said to the hobbit."Will you travel will me once again? And aide in the fight to save Lothlorien?"

Autumn smiled up at her friend and replied, "Of course, Galadel. It would be my honor to do so." Facing Gird, the hobbit said to him, "I am sorry, my new friend, but I must now depart. Be careful of that wound of yours. If I return, I hope to find you again in this inn, and here we will talk of the great events in the world. Is this fine with you?" Standing up, Gird smiled and nodded to the hobbit lass, and they bowed to one another.

As he watched her leave, gird thought. Well, that was a quick fare well. They're better that way anyways, no emotional scenes to make a mess of things.

Gird shrugged his shoulders and ordered another pint of warm milk, as if that happened to him alot.