Bali sipped another ale while he awaited the return of Eruantalon from his long sought bath. As he did so, the dwarf noticed the hooded and mysterious man (A ranger, or related to them, he presumed) slip away from the room quietly and exit the inn.
Probably for the better, thought Bali, I didn't like the look of that one. He turned his concentration back to the remaining half of the dark liquid in his glass. If this was all these hobbits had to endure, life sure was good to those who lived simply!
[ January 12, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
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