[Maeggaladiel]

"Robin Sandheaver, at your service. We're celebrating the generosity of Fordogrim's gift of casks of ale in his mug-stacking contest. I hope you will be joining us."" Hallien smiled at the woman who had inquired about the party.

"Sounds like a grand affair indeed, hmm?" she asked, grinning. "Well, I for one don't intend to miss it."

He smiled. Turning to the bespectacled member of the pair, he said, "That's a lovely hat."

Hallien laughed, looking at the hat in question.

"Why thank you, Mr. Sandheaver," she said. She beamed down at the faded hat. "It's seen its share of years, as you can probably tell. It's of a fine vintage." She patted it.

"Seems like it's going to be some party," she said jovially, looking out at the many tables and chairs. "Is there a need for more volunteers? Setting up and the like? If so, I'd be glad to enlist myself." She picked up the hat and touched it to her head, only to sweep it off in a theatrical bow. "Hallien Winterwood, at your service."