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A Hobbit walks quietly into the inn, her dark blue cloak covering her body, which was short for even her race.
She surveryed the roomed quickly, and after a moment, settled at a table in a dark corner. She lit a pipe, then quietly watched the patrons of the Green Dragon. She absently fingered the hem of her cloak as she watched the merrymaking taking place around her. Secretly, she felt jealous, wishing to join in. No, I can't. I know nothing of the people here. What if I offend them.... She thought.
Unbeknownst to her she had withdrawn further into the corner.
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Oh look! It's a Blog!! What's it do? *Pushes button* *Hammer zings out* *SPLAT!* *Flat Hobbit* Oh! So that's what it does! *Moan*
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