People were gathering outside staring at the black scorch marks and Barliman Butterbur was out and about shouting furiously about brigands and vagaonds in his bar again. It was still night and they could get out. But...
"Does anyone know where Daugo is?" Marco asked.
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The older one remained quite, only glancing at Daugo. The younger stepped forward, "Are you coming to stay?"
The older one spoke up at this, "Of course he's not. He'll come for our help, take our food, kill us and leave. Just like he did with his friend." The hobbit's voice was cold.
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Deslan had camped in the plains of the Anduin-vale, along the river bank. The growls were growing closer, to his left, or right, or anywhere. He could place it. The moon was covered by the clouds and darkness surrounded him. He could barely see anything until-
There were two glinting yellowed eyes staring back at him, then another two appeared, then another, then there were a total of ten eyes. This would be a long night.
(Riko)