A short figure clad in a plain brown homespun dress and hooded cloak walked slowly into the room. From under the hood two eyes swept the room, a glint of suspicion glinting suspiciously.
The eyes lighted upon
Gil, and the nose under the eyes (and consequently, under the hood) sniffed disdainfully.
“Gluttonous,” said a high-pitched, female voice.
A hand reached up and swept back the hood, and finally the figure became somewhat less disembodied.
A young, stern, and unnaturally thin Hobbit face stared out at the other inhabitants of the bar. She had her brunette curls pulled tightly back in a severe little bun on the top of her head.
“Boozer,” she said, fixing her disdainful gaze on Lommy.
Then she met Jenny's bold glance and surmised, "Greedy."
Thus making a rather monosyllabic entrance, Diamond Took from Long Cleeve sat herself in a corner and continued to gaze balefully around the room, thinking this group looked like a very wanton bunch, indeed.
“I suspect you all,” she declared, shocking her audience with a complete sentence. She then requested a cup of water and a piece of dry toast from Wilwa, before munching in contemplative silence.