Eodwine and company
Eodwine looked around at the others, and at the thinning crowd. "Friends," he said after a moment of deep ale-belabored thought, "has anyone bothered to check to see if there were rooms available?"
Falco Boffin gave Eodwine a stricken, wide eyed look. "By my old gaffer's last eye tooth, I think not!"
"Perhaps we should see to it," answered Eodwine, his tongue massaging the words lazily.
"Be my guest," said Falco."
"Master Falco," Eodwine leaned forward and gave him as steady a look as he was able, "that is my point. We are nobody's guest, just eaters and drinkers so far."
Falowik chuckled, having kept a more or less clear head until now. "Uien and I will see what we can find out, my friend."
"My thanks, Master Falow-hic! 'Scuse me."
Falowik and Uien left Eodwine, Falco, Gorby, Anson and Finėwen in various states of drowsing, and sought out Aman.
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