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Ransom Note For The Hobbits

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Fumble scrambles sending off various letters, one to the Free Men.

"Please give us time to pool our money, we are very poor when it comes to minas. We will have your demands soon."

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Hobbling along is the old Bolo Willowbottom, exile of Lenfarthing, and ex-elder of the land. He wanders around waiting for the time to come but, alas it will not for at least 50 years at this rate. He looks at the note in Ivybend, his mug of ale in his hand as he cackles madly, his yellow teeth and dirt stained, sun bleached shirt and vest moving as he rocks back and forth rolling his mina in his hand and his gold in his pocket. He decides what to do
 


 

Monk Bungo sits in his bunk alone and silent, he sits on the floor, his legs crossed and his eyes closed as he meditates silently, waiting for someone to disturb him or someone to call him for help. A messenger arrives, handing him a letter before running off with information on the recent passing events. He stays silent, reading it before crumpling it up and tossing it into the fire, "If they wan'ed me so bad, 'ey would'a call'd fer me ages ago. I ain' no enemy o' 'em, they jus' don' know 'ow t' treat some'un nice like they used t'."

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