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Grishnahk is sent a pitcher of ale
Barnaby wondered at the menacing fellow who sat at a table not far from his. He heard the word ‘Orc’ whispered about the room and gave the creature an appraising look. He certainly looked dangerous enough, and he had brought in some horrible looking weapons, sharp weapons. And well used by the looks of them.
The Hobbit’s eyes slid to the Orc’s muddy boots. ‘Been traveling. And a far piece, I think from the looks of it.’
Now Barnaby knew that traveling for any length of time made him quite hungry. And thirsty, too. He fished about in his little coin purse and drew out a few coins. Calling over one of the servers, he asked him to take the new fellow a pitcher of ale to slake his thirst and a wedge of cheese with some warm Shire rolls to take the edge off his hunger.
Having never met an Orc or heard much about them, Barnaby had no idea what it was exactly that they ate or drank, for that matter. But he figured a little of the Inn’s good food and ale couldn’t hurt. The server hurried away, and was soon warily standing at the Orc’s table, explaining as he sat the pitcher and platter of cheese and buns on the table that “that fellow over there had sent them along . . .”
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