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The parlour was beginning to clear; hobbits and other folk were making their ways home, or to a room. Dwaline took one last puff on his pipe and then packed it away. He offered Avalon one more piece of cram, which she ate merrily.
"Have you a place to rest?" Dwaline asked quietly, getting to his feet. Avalon nodded and hopped out of the window. Dwaline gathered his things and placed them into his pack. He went back to the bar and returned his mug, handing the cook several gold coins with the words "Lassie, that was the best food I've had in a long while." and with that, he was made his way to the door.
A couple of hobbits stumbled on in front of him; they were more drunk than some one dropped in a vat of alcohol. They mumbled and burped before one nearly collapse just in front of the door. Dwaline helped the hobbit to his feet, but he fell back down again. a couple of other hobbits came to give aid, and once the hobbit was safely back in his room, Dwaline left the inn and made his way to his little cottage.
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