back story

Barliman Butterburr murmured a suitably non-committal response, with the practised ease of someone used to listening in to at least three conversations at once, whilst tending bar, and feigning interest in yet another would be adventurers tales. His eyes and ears taking in just enough information to stay abreast of the various conversations, shifting his focus to where it was most needed... or the juiciest information could be gleaned.

Raffles didn't notice, or if he did, he wasn't offended, and carried on

'Ate all my sausages she did'

Raffles stumped through the staddle gate and down into Bree, his brow furrowed, carrying the general demeanour of a hobbit that has not only missed lunch and afternoon tea, but one who had now found out that his dinner has been burnt as well.

He hadn’t imagined the life of an adventurer would be quite like this when he set out from Stock on the long walk to Bree.

"No Master Coeldazar, I do not think so!" cried out the dwarf, replacing the book on the shelf. 

"C'Mon, Shangtai, I need somebody watching my back. I've never seen a dwarf move as quietly as you did when I found you in the Chetwood."