The dwarf sits at the bar in Needlehole’s lone Inn, The Boggy Frog, and looks around him, pulling on his pipe thoughtfully. It’s a small place, with a large common sleeping area upstairs and maybe one or two private rooms – if you’ve enough silver that is. He does, but chooses not to sleep in such quarters; he has a cot upstairs with his Axe brethren. It’s not a bad place, and the company is good enough - mostly Khazad traders from his Blue Mountains, and a fair number of hobbits. But the Frog is nothing compared to the Ale Hall below-ground in Thorin’s Halls, which itself is nothing compared to the Pony in Bree-town. Now that was an Inn! Outside of its role as a trading post, he can’t imagine why anyone would reside here in Needlehole, seeing how this bog (mentally nodding to the Rushock) is huge and swarming with annoying wildlife.
With that thought, he puts down his pipe and draws out his vial of black ink, which is getting low. He’s not sure where he’ll be able to re-supply – Michel Delving may be a good places, seeing how it’s the largest hobbit community he knows of, or maybe Stock, so close to Bree-land. But Stock is far off, and he’ll have need of more ink ere he reaches the Baranduin.
Picking up his pipe and relighting it (and ordering another ale), he begins to scrawl in it again with is little wooden dowel.
We sit now in Needlehole, having crossed the Lûhn and left the mountains of my youth behind. Tis a decent place, with decent folk. Many longbeards are here, having crossed the leagues between Thorin’s Halls and the Tower Hills, or heading west to our mountains. Master Ulfar oversees those that reside here. I’ve also seen a few Dourhand as well, and hear that they have a camp out north of the swamp. Ulfar has mentioned some troubles with them – harassing traders, robbing of hobbits, the like – this sits not at all well with me, however, and am of mind to do something about it.
I will see what my companions say when we breakfast together in the morning.
If we do not tarry here, though, I am unsure which route to take. I believe the road out of Needlehole heads due east towards Hobbiton, but there is little reason for us to visit that small community. The Ivy Bush is a fine Inn, tis true, but the folk there, country hobbits they are, are shy and would be wary of such a troupe as ours. We may instead make for Waymeet, and trading ground of sorts. All to be seen.
Oaric: Hello! Look at this place! Still around!
Anduneth: Hey anyone here still>?
Anduneth: echo echo echo
Anduneth: Sure is Uad!
Oaric: Memories! So many Memories!
Uadhol: Well this is a trip down memory lane for sure.
Dynkir: err hullo? Anybody there?
Anduneth: Because I'm a necromancer!
Anduneth: BUT IM WILL REVIVE THIS
Anduneth: It pains me to see the dead site:(
Anduneth: GUYS NO YOU CANT BE DEAD
Oaric: Rp server ftw! :) my current character is lhan, if you feel like dropping a line
Uadhol: Coincidentally, I'm on Ebon Hawk =D
Oaric: Ebon hawk and jedi covenant! You?
Anduneth: Me too, what server are you on Oaric?
Oaric: I'm dabbling on SWTOR - if anyone plays that, let me know :)
Oaric: Hello Kazni!
Kazni Stonearm: Hello!
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