Nárello noticed the sign being tacked onto the door. Shuffling over from his place at the fire the small boy looked up and squinted. He was not the best with letters but clearly made out the words Frodo, Sam, Green Dragon Inn and party. His shrewd mind put the rest together. I should go find Awyrgan and tell him. Or the Rangers. They should know to keep a closer watch on the Road for the next couple of days. He did not bother to think about whether he would actually be able to find those he thought about, being a small boy after all. Moreover, that the guardians of the Roads would have other means of gathering information didn't completly sink into his young mind.
He made his way over to the Innkeeper and seeing that she was preoccupied did his best to wait for a minute. His patience spent, he tugged at her dress. "I would like to leave soon. Can I do my chores now." She looked at him carefuly, reading his eyes; a gental but firm look in her face. I bet Awyrgan told her to keep an eye on me, he thought with some bitterness. Why? I can take care of myself.
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"Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."
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