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Kransha's post:
Toby was barely awake. He had an ugly feeling that he was dreaming, but the vivid smells told him firmly that he wasn’t. He sighed groggily as he staggered around the smoky room.
“Someone say something about pipe-weed?” he murmured incoherently.
He stepped on something very hot, which triggered an extremely painful chain reaction in which the venerable hobbit shot up into the air, landed on something else equally hot, and began hopping very stupidly around the room until he came to rest on something partially cooler than anything else his bare feet had the misfortune to step on. He staggered again, trying to get his bearings and looked around. A mixture of murky gray and flaming red filled the room with brilliant colors. In his not-quite-awake state, Tobias at first wasn’t sure what he was seeing. After a second of deliberation, he came to the conclusion that it was fire.
“What in the Shire is going on here?” Toby knew the answer was obvious. The inn was on fire and his voice could barely be overheard in the confused din created by the crowd. Flame-induced mayhem was all around him, something Toby Hornblower was definitely not used to. Without waiting, he headed towards the burning wreck which he thought to be the door. His stomach began to wrench uncomfortably back and forth as the smoke began wafting around him. He began running and stumbling his way faster towards the charred opening.
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