Theoric walked in, his clothes worn from travel and his axe strapped to his back. He recognized this place, for he had been here many times before. He set his axe down by the other weapons walked to the bar.
"Hello, old friend," smiled the dwarf as Aman turned to see her old dwarven friend. "May I have a pint of hobbit-stout?"
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