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martasficTitle: At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
Summary: Nob's first day on the job at the Prancing Pony.
Word Count: 150
Rating: General (nothing objectionable)
Timeline: Mid-Third Age (bookverse)
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Nob froze before the gate and felt his eyes widen. Could he be any use at a house so huge, full of big folk? They were so... different.
He could've been prenticed most anywhere in town - shopkeeper, gate-warden, blacksmith, they'd all offered - but he'd longed for travellers' tales. To meet dwarves. He'd begged to go with Master Barliman. What a fool he'd been!
But beef and barley make the best stew when mixed, so the saying went. Could those gangly men weave through a crowd and not spill the beer like he could? Maybe he'd last at the Pony yet.
Summary: Nob's first day on the job at the Prancing Pony.
Word Count: 150
Rating: General (nothing objectionable)
Timeline: Mid-Third Age (bookverse)
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Nob froze before the gate and felt his eyes widen. Could he be any use at a house so huge, full of big folk? They were so... different.
He could've been prenticed most anywhere in town - shopkeeper, gate-warden, blacksmith, they'd all offered - but he'd longed for travellers' tales. To meet dwarves. He'd begged to go with Master Barliman. What a fool he'd been!
But beef and barley make the best stew when mixed, so the saying went. Could those gangly men weave through a crowd and not spill the beer like he could? Maybe he'd last at the Pony yet.