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Falco
Of course, it was just like Big Folk to disregard the presence, and the keen ears, of Hobbits when it suited them - or didn't suit them, as the case may be.
So Falco kept his face to his tankard and made himself as invisible as being small could make one, and listened to every word that passed between Lord Athanar and Coen, as the man was apparently called.
He also noticed the drunk crawling under the table, who seemed to get especially quiet as Athanar and Coen talked. Maybe the drunk heard and understood, maybe not.
One thing was sure: these Eorlings did not reckon with Falco Boffin the Hobbit, and he would take advantage of it. Falco did not think over-well of Thornden, especially if treachery was his way; but Falco knew well enough about gossip from his days in the Shire to know that half of what was said about others was only half true, and the other half not true at all and in some cases the very opposite.
Falco would hold his tongue and withhold judgment, and watch and wait to see how things turned.
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