Frodo swirled the wine around in his glass and shook his head, his party had hardly consumed any alcohol all day.
"Really, Alasse, I don't know why they are doing that. Ther results of their binge of alcohol makes it hard to enjoy anything."
Meanwhile, Maggie and Cromthal had finished the pattern dance by spiraling hand in hand. They sat back down, and Cromthal began plucking idly at Aisling, his harp.
"B-Balrog Wings?" said Frodo, what are they and where can I get some? And What's under the tablecloth?"
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