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doug*platypus · 01-18-2003, 02:10 AM

Biffo Proudfoot was up and dressed not long after the early morning noise began to filter through from the common room. Biffo remembered from his last stay at the Green Dragon that even just after sun-up the inn was a flurry of activity, and he didn't intend to miss out on any of it. He had woken up once or twice through the night after the revelry had started in the main room of the inn, but had been already too far gone to be troubled about it, or to get up and join in. The hobbit had slept soundly for most of the night.

Washing his face, and checking his reflection in a bathroom mirror, he gave the character facing him a big grin. It was a fine, clear winter morning, and though perhaps his bare feet shivered a little, it felt good to be alive. Biffo was looking forward to the expedition around The Shire almost as much as he was looking forward to not working in the fields for the time being.

After collecting his things from his room, Biffo strolled into the common room, and after saying good morning to the innkeeper ordered breakfast. He was famished after such a long sleep, and felt the need for a large platter of fried eggs on toast, nice crispy bacon and a mug of tea before heading off to Uncle Olo's house.

Shortly after he had sat down, Biffo's breakfast arrived, and he started to attack it like a ravenous wolf. Such ferocity had not been seen in those parts since the Fell Winter, and several hobbit heads were turned. A couple of unclean and guilty-looking twentysomething chaps looked at Biffo with humour and approval. He gave them a wink, and continued to look around the room as he applied the death blow to his last rasher of bacon. He recognised an elf-maid he had seen helping in the kitchen on his last visit. There was also a tall man dressed in fine blue and silver who looked very interesting, in Biffo's opinion. And there were a couple of unaccompanied hobbit lasses. Not bad! the 37 year old thought to himself, looking at one in particular. But unfortunately the meeting at Uncle Olo's house beckoned. After finishing his meal and paying the innkeeper, Biffo didn't stop to sit around and chat. He lit his pipe, placed his hat on his head and took up his walking staff. With a wave of thanks to the innkeeper, he then headed off out the door and into the road.

01-18-2003, 02:10 AM	#144
doug*platypus Delver in the Deep Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Aotearoa Posts: 960	Biffo Proudfoot was up and dressed not long after the early morning noise began to filter through from the common room. Biffo remembered from his last stay at the Green Dragon that even just after sun-up the inn was a flurry of activity, and he didn't intend to miss out on any of it. He had woken up once or twice through the night after the revelry had started in the main room of the inn, but had been already too far gone to be troubled about it, or to get up and join in. The hobbit had slept soundly for most of the night. Washing his face, and checking his reflection in a bathroom mirror, he gave the character facing him a big grin. It was a fine, clear winter morning, and though perhaps his bare feet shivered a little, it felt good to be alive. Biffo was looking forward to the expedition around The Shire almost as much as he was looking forward to not working in the fields for the time being. After collecting his things from his room, Biffo strolled into the common room, and after saying good morning to the innkeeper ordered breakfast. He was famished after such a long sleep, and felt the need for a large platter of fried eggs on toast, nice crispy bacon and a mug of tea before heading off to Uncle Olo's house. Shortly after he had sat down, Biffo's breakfast arrived, and he started to attack it like a ravenous wolf. Such ferocity had not been seen in those parts since the Fell Winter, and several hobbit heads were turned. A couple of unclean and guilty-looking twentysomething chaps looked at Biffo with humour and approval. He gave them a wink, and continued to look around the room as he applied the death blow to his last rasher of bacon. He recognised an elf-maid he had seen helping in the kitchen on his last visit. There was also a tall man dressed in fine blue and silver who looked very interesting, in Biffo's opinion. And there were a couple of unaccompanied hobbit lasses. Not bad! the 37 year old thought to himself, looking at one in particular. But unfortunately the meeting at Uncle Olo's house beckoned. After finishing his meal and paying the innkeeper, Biffo didn't stop to sit around and chat. He lit his pipe, placed his hat on his head and took up his walking staff. With a wave of thanks to the innkeeper, he then headed off out the door and into the road. __________________ But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name'.