An Audience With The King RPG

[Carnëiach]

"Wow!" Brando turned a few heads as he rushed to the fireplace, where a seat sat empty. Hardo studiously tried to pretend he wasnt at all associated to the young hobbit.
"Just think; this was where the King sat. King Aragorn...." Brando sat reverently in another chair, staring at the fireplace seat until someone saw in it. He looked away feeling slightly embarrased until the innkeeper brought over some beer. Brando stared at the huge glass, amazed at how the giant men all around swallowed it with such ease. A slow smile of satisfaction spread across the young hobbits face and he reached for the glass... when Hardo lifted it out of his reach.
"I dont think so boyo. Youre far too young for the likes of that." In front of the dismayed young hobbit, Hardo took a large gulp of the foaming beer himself.
"But I...It was..." He spluttered until the old hobbit stared him out. He sighed and soon the long day travelling caught up with him, despite the amazing strangenes of this town of giants. He yawned and as soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep.

Exploring the town with Orlo the next day after a more reasonably hobbit sized breakfast was every bit as impressive as Brando had expected, even though he wasnt as lucky as his uncle, finding no lost kings, but no murderous nazgul either. People did have a tendency to trip over him but still...
Odo has stayed in bed this morning, giving Hardo more fresh ammo about young people today and was suffering from a major hangover.Orlo had cooked a magnificent breakfast of bacon and eggs, much more suited to Brandos stomach than the everlasting muffins, although that was not to say the muffins hadnt made a most agreeable accompaniment. The excited hobbit lad bounded irrepressibly back towards the Prancing Pony, his mind awhirl with what lay ahead...