[Firefoot]

A hobbit lass of 17 years on a chestnut colored pony trotted up the road. Up ahead she could see a pleasant looking building with a sign that proclaimed it to be the Green Dragon Inn. That must be it, she thought. She could remember her uncle's words to her before she left: If you're looking for a place to stay while exploring the Shire, The Green Dragon's the place for you. A good, respectable inn is the Green Dragon. Presently, she became aware of a clear voice singing in an unfamiliar language. By the fairness of it she guessed it to be Elvish, though she herself had never heard it before. She listened to the song until she got to the inn, where she turned her pony over to a stablehand and prepared to enter the inn.

She took a deep breath and let it out. "Here goes," she whispered almost inaudibly. She walked into the Green Dragon and headed over to the bookkeeper to request a room. She was handed a card which read 126. She headed up to her room to put her few things away. It didn't take long and she was soon headed downstairs, eager to join the rest of the patrons.

Unsure of where to go, she stood against the wall on one side of the inn and watched the other people. Standing at three feet five inches, the lass considered herself rather tall, but she felt quite short compared to all Bigfolk in the room. Coming from Bree, this was not an unknown sentiment to her, but she particularly felt it because she knew no one in the room. She saw three other hobbit lasses across the room and was trying to decide whether she should join them or not. They looked like they were having an enjoyable time but she didn't want to intrude on them. The latter feeling took preferance so she decided not to go over there, at least not yet. It the mean time she could amuse herself watching everybody else.