Hamlock

The familiar chambers of the Repository, once calm and quiet, were now buzzing with life. The new scribes had been recruited from all over Eriador in an attempt to make it more open. There were Men, Hobbits and Dwarves running around with books and parchments alongside the longtime Elf scribes. The changes to the ancient policies had not gone through without complaints, and many scribes had left.

The Dwarf chugged down the next beer, slamming it violently on the table before wiping his mouth barbaricly and slobbily, grinning at her with his yellow and black teeth.

"Ugh." She thought. "Looks like someone's been eating too much corroded pork, along with sour milk."