[Kransha]

Toby, following the commanding word of his cousin, ran quickly from the stable area towards the location where the innkeeper and her imposing horse had headed. Luckily, the commotion was dying down and this whole endeavor was becoming manageable. The old hobbit knew (or at least thought) that he would be exonerated of all shortcomings if he made an honest attempt to help out. He was obviously uncomfortable being around all the prying eyes of big folk and outsiders, but he persisted, practically galloping around on Bywater Road and trying to find that young Rohirrim woman, Aman. After letting his keen eyes make several passes at the terrain and landscape, Toby caught sight of the large steed Roafrim, the woman's mount.

‘By the Shire, how did I get into this mess?’ he asked himself, almost chiding himself inwardly for forgetting himself and trying to pilfer everything from beneath the smoke-filled noses of everyone around him. The presence of his cousin had snapped that weak cord that held his greed in place. He was still eager to get some reward for his actions, just as materialistic as ever, but he actually hoped he could be of some assistance. By now, almost all of the escapees had left the area. Only members of the bucket brigade and valiant volunteers remained, busying themselves with whatever they could do to help out. Most had headed away from the inn to get some food. A meal was apparently being prepared and Tobias was starting to notice the rumbling and growling in his stomach.

“Excuse me! Hello! Miss Aman!” He yelled over the din of concerned voices and the clip-clopping of horse’s feet on the lawn of the Green Dragon. There was less noise to conceal Toby's gruff voice, but still enough to mask it's presence. He yelled louder, trying to get the mounted inkeeper's attention fixed on him.
“Fredgar wants to know what we should do with the horses. Many of them are restless and close to breaking free and running wild. The Shirrif wishes to know you solution to this problem and requests your wise counsel on such matters. I'm sure he also prays you will hurry with this adice, since the steeds will not remain under our control for much longer. The Shirriff thought you would be able to give counsel on the subject of horses, considering your...uhhm...your..." He trailed off, not quite sure if it was wise to bring up the fact that she was from Rohan. Since it was rather obvious that he didn't like foreigners, such a comment might not be appreciated and Toby couldn't afford to make an enemy out of the current inkeeper.