Iadarion was overwhelmed by this jolly little hobbit who called himself Bingo Cotton. He wished all folk were as caring and trusting as this one. As he gazed around the table he was brought back to reality as one of the hobbits, Marcho, was giving him a nasty look. Every hobbit in the Inn besides Bingo shared the same feelings, and also showed them outwardly.
Iadarion was feeling too under the weather to pay any heed to the snickering. That's when he looked up and realized he had missed a hobbit, one who eventually (and I use "eventually" lightly) squeaked out his name to be Posco. Well already this table was full of colorful characters, and for once it seemed too much for Iadarion to handle!
Across the table from him he noticed a lady they called Lily. She seemed very nervous in Iadarion's presence, and he was far too exhausted to inquire as to why. His spirits suddenly rose though, as he saw his friend Twylight pushing the paper towards him.
So, Iadarion, how do you feel? Besides your headache of course. Are you planning to stay the night? I can help you arrange a room if you'd like.
He smiled at her, but wasn't listening. She pointed to it again.
"Oh no worries, I just slept for a little while! Let's get another round!"
Twylight grabbed his arm as Iadarion went to call over a server. This man turned out to be somewhat of a drunk it seemed, which gave Twylight a laugh thinking to herself if he got it from his father.
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