Sabmel ambled into the inn, running a hand through a dark mop of hair that was rather in need of a washing. Quite looking forward to a meal that wouldn't consist of dried fruit, stale bread, or jerky, she made a beeline for the first person that looked as if they were a server or cook of some sort (who happened to be a hobbit who was just thinking of getting a little more beer).
'Hello there!' she said, flashing a winsome smile. 'Something sizable, filling, and delicious, if you please. Oh, and a full tankard of ale.' And with that, she strode off to find a table before the bewildered little fellow had time to reply.
Not too much later the poor hobbit came over to the woman carrying a savory stew, half a loaf of bread, and an ample amount of ale.
'Many thanks, my friend!' she said, laying some coin into his hand and setting upon her meal, which quickly began to disappear.
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