^^^^^^Erebor/Lonely Mountain^^^^^^
Settling himself at the end of the bar where he could keep an eye on the rest of the room, Durgan ordered a pint and listened as Girion and the innkeeper struck up a conversation regarding the boats needed for the trip down-river. He took a long pull at his ale and for the first time since they had set out, he smiled broadly and called to the innkeeper, Fine brew! Pass me another and some food along with it! Maybe with a full belly he would be able to accept better the task at hand instead of being quite so opposed to the changes he heard being discussed. As he tucked into his meal he remained watchful, yet vaguely he hoped he might be able to strike up a friendship of sorts with one of Elves, or one of the Men of Dale. He shrugged, Suppose it couldn't hurt, might find out something useful. he thought to himself as he downed the second pint as fast as he had the first.
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