Tallin stepped into the Green Dragon and smiled at the merry place, his face creasing at the corners of his green eyes. Striding over to the bar, he ordered an ale and sipped it. Surveying the people in the inn, Tallin noticed that most of them were hobbits. Well, of course! he said to himself. This inn is in the Shire, after all.
As Tallin sat, enjoying his ale, he watched the people over the rim of his mug. He noticed one man sitting at a table, his head buried in his hands. He seemed tired. Tallin took it upon himself to go over and introduce himself.
"Excuse me, sir," he said, tapping the man on the shoulder. Herlion looked up with a start and stared at him. "May I sit with you and talk a while?" inquired Tallin. "I've just arrived in the Green Dragon Inn, and this is a new place for me."
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"There's a big...machine in the sky...some kind of electric snake...coming straight at us."
"Shoot it," said my attorney.
"Not yet...I want to study its habits."
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