Falco
“Hold up!” one of them shouted. "Hold up! That’s Master Falco!”
"That's more like it," Falco commented, and turned again to look. It was Léof, a clever lad amongst these Big People, which was not necessarily saying much, but Falco liked him. The lad checked his mount's speed and wheeled about, then trotted back towards Falco.
“Greetings, Master Falco! It’s been some time since we’ve seen you in these parts! What brings you back?”
"Greetings to you as well, Master Léof!" Falco bowed as much as sitting astride a pony allowed. He heard one of the men shout a word that sounded like 'hobbit', but gave it no notice. "I reached the Shire and spent a few days there before my wanderlust got the best of me, so back I came! Besides, I can't leave you Big Folk without something going awry! If this group is from Scarburg, how is it that Eodwine is not leading? How is he?"
Last edited by littlemanpoet; 12-14-2010 at 11:15 AM.
Reason: timeline issues
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