[Azaelia of Willowbottom]

"Care for a drink, lass? The table's plenty big for two."
The young hobbit was startled to hear the traveler speaking to her. In fact, she visibly jumped. Torn between her curiosity and her in-born fear of things new and strange, she wavered.

Eventually her curious side won out. She slid into a seat and looked half-warily, half-interestedly at the stranger. "As for the drink," she said softly, in an accent that might have been unfamiliar to the person across from her, "I wouldn't dare! My mum would kill me if she knew I was drinking: she says I'm too young. But I wouldn't say no to a plate of mushrooms..."

Suddenly, she seemed to come to herself. "Well! That was rather rude of me! I...well, I don't know who you are! What is your name?"