The small bird was squawking like crazy. Fáinu looked down for a moment and raised an eyebrow. How odd, he thought. Then a thought hit him, that bird was familiar, somehow. The elf cocked his head and then knelt down to see it more closely, it seemed to back away slightly. "Av-" he began, trying to remember the name, "Aval-" No that wasn't it... "Avalon!" he cried at last, and the bird seemed to nod.
"You're Cree's friend, no?" he said, and the bird nodded, "I see. You're probably wondering where she's got to." Avalon nodded, "Well, that is a long tale. It would take a while." The bird stayed intent. "Very well, I shall see what I can recall."
The Bird hopped on the window ledge and fluttered into the Inn, Fáinu sat down at a table and examined his mysteriously re-filled mug. There were several Hobbits looking at the Bird with curiosity and confusion, labelling Fáinu with their eyes as a madman. Or Elf.
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