[Caunwaithon]

I will have information out of this man, however foul-tempered he is. I will not use force to extract it, though. I can see now that this man is older than I, and by quite a few years, at that. He looks nearly thirty, and then some. But more than that....

He is troubled. He knows of a great battle that happened, and it is more than likely that he fled, or was the only one left alive.

I set down the stien in front of myself, and slide it over to the man.

"C'mon! Have an ale for your troubles, and tell me a spell. There isn't a thing as a ranger who doesn't know what's happening."

I smile again, relaxing back in the booth. I slump down in it, and set my helm off to the side,taking a draught of the cool beer. It' been quite a while since I drank anything but water, or ate anything but jerky. I can hear the sounds of hobbits laughing outside, intermixed with your every-now and then human, and the sound of flutes, and other music.

It is good to relax every once and awhile....