[doug*platypus]

It's Proudfeet!

Biffo and Olo were still chuckling and joking quietly to each other about the sign posted on the door, as they walked in and hung up their hats. Biffo, the younger of the two hobbits, also propped a very tall (in hobbit terms) and stout walking staff against the wall.

As Biffo looked around the common room, which was bustling as always, he did not see any familiar faces from his previous night's stay. Even the innkeepers Pio and Cami were apparently nowhere to be seen. This didn't bother the hobbit in the slightest, however, and the promise of a fancy Inn dinner paid for by his uncle kept him as jolly as could be.

After grabbing a beer for the both of them, Biffo followed his uncle over to a nearby table, and they sat down to await their dinner. The two of them sat there for a couple of hours, eating, chatting and of course drinking.

"To the Post Office!" Biffo said as he raised his tankard cheerfully. Olo raised his likewise, and they clanked them together vigorously before each draining their mugs.

Then, bidding his nephew a fond farewell, Olo Proudfoot paid his bill and walked off to grab his hat and head home. The younger Proudfoot likewise paid for himself (except for dinner, of course), requested a room for the night, and after grabbing his things turned in. Soon afterwards, he slipped into a peaceful slumber (peaceful that is, for all out of the range of his snores). Then he whiled the night away dreaming of piles and piles of undelivered letters, huge birthday cakes, and rather disturbingly, goblins.