[Primrose Bolger]

Ginger sees to Barnaby and notes the accident in the doorway

Ginger turned away from the Hobbit’s table to get him another half pint of ale. Barnaby, as he had told her his name was quite the drinker it seemed. And the writer, to boot. She wondered how fast his quill could get if fueled by enough ale. ‘I’ll look round for Aman,’ she called back to him as she hurried off. ‘And send her to you when I’ve found her.’

On her way there, she saw Buttercup hurrying up the main aisle toward the door. Ginger paused for a moment to see what made her friend go at such a pace. Well, there it was – a dark haired Elf bent over one of the big folk males who lay sprawled on the Inn’s porch. And as the Elf shifted position for a moment, Ginger could see the man’s nose was bleeding.

Ruby ran past her, on her was to help also. ‘That’s Ravon, the Elvish lady there,’ Ruby told her quickly. ‘And the big man is Lewis, from Rohan.’ Ruby hurried on as Ginger made her way to the bar.

‘What a thoroughly odd morning,’ Ginger mumbled to herself. Seeing no sign of the Innkeeper behind the bar, she quickly pulled a couple of half pints for Barnaby. ‘May as well keep him occupied for a bit,’ she reasoned, taking both the foaming mugs back to his table.