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Oin was leaning forward, eagerly anticipating the evening’s singings and tale-tellings, which he had so graciously started for them, when Bethberry came over and sat down.
“My friend Oin, I am pleased to meet you! I am Bethberry, and I am someone who people go to when they want questions answered and things like that. I was the Matron of the Inn, once. But tell me of yourself, I am curious. Where do you come from, and where are you going?”
Oin answered the fair Bethberry, “Well, miz. Bethberry, that is a hard question to answer. I come from both the Blue Mountains, and from the Lonely Mountain. My grandfather (or someone like that) was related to Thrain, closely somehow, I’m not really sure, though… But I am on my way (have been for some time, and am happily lazing here) to the Glittering Caves of Aglerond. My, err, um, relative Gimli is waiting for me and others to arrive and start the work there.”
Bethberry replied, “Truly interesting, Oin. I hope we do not detain you from your duties.”
“Oh nay, nay. I am happy to stay for a while and hear the songs and tales brought forth. Truly the songs I have heard so far leave my meager rhymes in the dust. I hope to compose a truly warming verse yet.”
“We are happy to have you here in the White Horse! You are welcome for as long as you may stay.”
Said Oin, “Thank ye, Miz. I’ll be happy to.”
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