[Boromir88]

Fastrod spotted a well lit building, just up ahead, "that must be it." he said to himself. Word had spread to Bree about a special party for Master Derufin and the Mistress Zimzi. Fastrod was interested in these sort of things, especially parties. He was getting bored of life in Bree, just spending most of his days at the Prancing Pony, and when he heard of this grand party, he was more then happy to set out on a short journey.

As he approached the inn he spotted some rugged, but broad looking men standing outside the inn, and first he thought, great they're out of rooms. He had lost his horse near Frogmorton, and also his stay at The Floating Log delayed him even more. He had hoped to pick up a horse, or maybe someone kind enough to take him the rest of the way, but he got too relaxed in the inn, which he often tended to do when he was around them.

He approached the grim looking man, who stood muttering to the rest of his travellers. "Is there still room in the inn?" The man just scowled and continued on with his business. Fastrod was definately taller, but these men here were broader, and looked like they were up to no good. "Sorry, to bother you." he replied, but the man gave no reply back.

Fastrod was tired, and cold, but as soon as he walked into the inn a warmth siezed him. He stepped fully into the inn, now out of the reach of the cold. As he gazed around, a few people were still gathered in the greeting hall, most of them looked like they were about to doze off. He walked up to the innkeeper, who was a young lady. He didn't care about eating, he was too tired, he was just hoping to find a room. "Are there any rooms available, my lady?"