[The Perky Ent]

After Eric's seventh serving of bread, he began to feel very bloated. Though he had travelled long distance, and exercised much, he was still very overweight. Eric's thought on the matter was "One more won't kill me, and if it does, I'm going to a place where it won't! What's the harm!" This attitude was often people's opinion of him, which gave him very weird nicknames. Some even went so far as to call him Eric of the Shire, due to his hobbitish behavior of eating. Some thought he had more than one stomach. Eric truly was an interesting person.

After taking a moment to digest the massive amount of carbohydrates going into his body, Eric became parched, and got up for the bar. "Alright!" Eric said, as he placed his hands on the table and put pressure on them. "Off the table, in three, two, one!" and using a false strength. Even if no one was looking, Eric often acted as if he was viewed by an audience at all times, his table routine being one of his most frequent acts. Walking over to the bar, he ordered a fine ale, and began to drink. Joining the bread, the ale gave Eric a soothing feeling, as it to became digested. Just then, Eric heard the door open. The woman went to the bar, ordered a drink, and sat down. Eric had the impression that she too was a person comming home.

"Excuse me miss" Eric said, looking at the woman. "Are you new here?" The woman seemed a little shocked at the question, but then answered "Yes, well, I'm comming back home" At once Eric showed off a great smile. "Me too! Just got here! Great place! It's good to be back. I was in Minas Tirith. Where have you been?"