Durin sat in the Prancing Pony, talking and drinking merrily. He had not found any real good warriors, but had found some young dwarves to talk with. He talked mainly of the adventures he had been on with his father and how he had defeated most easily(though he exadurated quite a bit).
He looked around the inn, as the others started to talk amongst eachother. It was like any other inn, loud and cheerful. It was also very crowded, dwarves, elves, men, even hobbits. It seemed to be very popular, though he understood why, the ale was great! He took a long sip and went back to his conversation.
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