MINAS TIRITH: Mellonin
Working at an Inn had its disadvantages, Mellonin decided. You heard all the news, but you also saw all the brawls.
The rightful owner of the hat had already fled; now it looked as though the thief intended to flee as well. Mellonin hoped that the Ranger had everything under control. She moved away from the pair, murmuring calm greetings to the patrons nearby, and straightening the chairs that had been knocked about. But the tension between the ranger and the thief was palpable.
"Raefindan, perhaps you'd care to investigate?" she murmured as she passed.
He gave her a blank look. "But I'm not the one who is curious."
"I wonder whether the Ranger might know something about my brother, " said Mellonin.
"Then you should ask him, " Raefindan replied.
"Please, " said Mellonin.
"All right. But why won't you ask him yourself?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's the boy. Maybe... I don't know."
Raefindan gave Mellonin another puzzled glance, and walked towards Ravion's table.
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