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“Why no. This is the Golden Perch, finest inn and ale establishment in the entire Southfarthing! Come in and welcome.” He stood aside and opened the door wider. “Watch your head, there. You elves are little too large for our humble hobbit doors.” He looked up into her face intently. He could tell she was blind, not only from the way she moved, but also from the fact that she kept her eyes shut.
“What was your companion’s name again?”
“Rithri,” she said, turning her face in his direction again.
“Well, I haven’t heard anyone give that name yet, but not everyone tells me their name, neither. Here’s another elf, just come in! She says she’s looking for an elf from Rivendell. Maybe you two could hit it off!
“Hey, Miss!” he said, addressing Loslate who stood near, unsure of what to do with herself. “I’m sure your not this Rithri chap that this lady is looking for, and I doubt she’s quite the elf from Rivendell that you were seeking out, but perhaps you can aid each other in finding who you need.”
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