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"The innkeeper here is Aman, a woman from Rohan," Alcarillo told Miz Greengage, "a land to the south." He wondered if the hobbits knew of different lands, if they had even heard of them. Surely they aren't cut off from the outside world , Alcarillo thought, At least not since the War of the Ring. They must've learned all about Gondor and Mordor then. He munched on his last piece of bread thoughtfully. What a different people, these hobbits. They live peacefully without any fear. They may not be a very mighty people but they must be counted among the happiest.
"Now I have a question for you, Miz Greengage," Alcarillo announced, "You must be very familiar with the Shire. Can you tell me where the nearest inn that lies eastwards is? I'm traveling that way, you see, and I am somewhat unused to sleeping at the side of the road." He smiled pleasantly at her.
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