[Oddwen]

Even though it had stopped raining, Berulo Rushlight wrapped his cloak tighter about him. He had been walking for half the night, but at last he drew near to his destination.

It wasn't the approved thing in Bree for a hobbit newly out of his tweens to want to leave the confines of the community, but Berulo had always wanted to see the 'Outside World'. He had, so far, discovered that it was very wet.

"Ah," he muttered to himself, "An inn! And the famed Green Dragon no less! A pint or four would go down very well, and I wouldn't say no to a bed, neither."

For this early in the morning, there seemed to be a strange amount of activity going on. Never matter, it could wait til he had a few pints, loaves of bread, and hours of sleep behind him.

"I do hope there's a room available, seems an awful lot of folks have turned out. Perhaps there's a party going on?" He stepped inside to discover. It was at that moment that he was tripped over.