After finding himself a room, he returned to the Common Room, sat down and had another ale. He would miss all his friends; Oin, Rosie, and Finky. Maybe he would travel to, what was that place again, oh it was on the top of his mind; ah, he would remember when he needed to go there. Siiiip!
And there was that Harold chap, drinking his own ale; mayhap he could be come acquainted. Probably not, there weren't many people as liked him. He was a loner for sure.
Already in a place like this he missed his friend, Oin. He would burst in song, something like this,... "Tip the glass and drink the ale, just forget the rain and hail!...." He stopped , because he noticed all the eyes of the Inn on him. He immediately quit singing out loud. Retreating into his ale, the Inn returned to normal.
He hoped the outburst had not disturbed the Inn's regular bussiness fares. He always srewed up something horrible in public, like this, after all, it wasn't even raining! Oh, well. Not many people liked him anyway. Siiiiip!
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