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Nodding, Edan replied, "Aye, it does seem a strange thing, talking to birds that. But you're a reader?" he asked with interest at his companions mention of the records. "Strangely, I've never had much of it in me, patience I mean, for readin'. Sure, I can well enough, well enough to get by anyways. But it never much occured to me to read up on things that weren't forced to a head."

Yes, that was a very truthfull comment on his part. Much more than once had his mother threaten Edan for not readin' up on what she asked him to for studies. "Edan Chubb," she warn, "You pick up that book and start your readin or so help me you'll get a lickin when your father gets in." It almost always turned out to be rot she was speaking though, it seemed, apart from the days when he had been particularily rotten.

With a slight laugh, Edan took another bite of his sandwich. "No, I'm wrong. There was one other wizard who's not Gandalf who's come to these parts. I'm sure you know of who I'm saying. But aye, ye don't think this one that you've seen could mean any harm?" Unfortunately or fortunatly, however you care to look upon it, Edan hadn't picked up on it quite when Artifondo had made slight reference to Sauroman. He continued speaking.

"Aye, I was just telling my good friend the other day 'No Bog,' I told 'im, 'I don't think there could or should be any wizards of disfortunate dispositions left wandering the hills these days. Aye?'. And that was that quite clearly you see?" The talkative young Hobbit brought his tea to his lips momentarily, to wet his throat.