Yes he seems to be a clever one he does. But no matter, he won't be any match for us. Just remain calm. she whispers to Kory as she sees Jericho walk in and sit with Caliope.

Yes I see your point but each has their own smale and no matter what disguise they wear.

* Y'know, he DID recently sell a string for a musical instrument made of Elven Hair to the bard, Leucippus Agamenom. Of course they wouldn't know that, nor is there any proof it was the same hair, or that he stole such a thing anyway.*

"Hello Jericho..I hope your day was as eventful as mine...I take that back...I know that you would have more interesting things to say about your day...Everyone appears to be in a somewhat even tone today"

*she is quite stunned to see Jericho sit with her...no one pays much attention to hobbit unless it is for mere entertainment*

(still whisping)
Yes calm I shall remain but I just know trouble is brewing and even if he is the one,how can I prove it? For I'm sure he sold it already

*He turns back towards the hobbit.*

Quite uneventful today I fear

*Hears Kory whispering again about the hair and turns back to her.*

That must have been some hair if he would go to all the trouble to steal it and THEN be able to turn around to SELL it to someone else. Why would anyone be interested in a lock of elvin hair? I think you are letting your paranoia get the better of you.

*Or did he? Only he really knows for sure. There are some treasures from his adventuring days that he never put on his Cart, whether this is one of them or if he even was the one who stole it was a mystery.*

*Jericho pats the hobbit on the back as he stands up to leave.*

You enjoy the conversation in here. Something else suddenly came up for me I fear.

*He shakes his head a bit as he walks out of the bar*

*He idly relaxes, or at least that's how it seems. There's an old saying where he comes from, never trust whispering people, no matter what they are saying. He has always assumed when people whisper, it's about him, years of being a thief he supposes. He reaches into the folds of his peasant's clothing and unhooks the guard to something unseen, just in case.*

Well my friend I must take leave for now, as today is a special day and I promsed that I would fix a special dinner.It was nice to visit with you again. As I stand to leave, I turn to the little man I will have to check out some of the things you sell I just might need something,Good Night all.

Same here Kory. She gets up also, and goes outside to see what she can get into.
Never being one to sit idly by and do nothing

*Calliope looks at the merchant with a smile of laughter as her tummy starts to rumble...*

"Care for anything to eat...Im famished...I was going to round up a bit of venison soup..It has been brewing all day*

Oh, well that sounds wonderful. Tell you what, we'll both get a bowl, my treat.

*Calliope scrambles to the kitchen...singing to herself...thinking about the flavor of the soup, pulls out the loaf of fresh baked bread...she turns to the side...for the oven is so large and she is but only 3 ft tall...* making sure that the mushrooms that are simmering in the pot make it to her bowl first...heheheheheh*

* The Druid Caratacus quickly gets up from where he had been resting near the empty hearth and follows Re'Anna outside. Taking her gently by the elbow, he murmers, "Walk with me."
After turning the corner, he stops and says to her, " I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Kory, I was seated just behind you.
There's something I think I should relate to you. This morning, I saw a Bard standing at the window of the Inn alone. As I passed him on my way to the Baths, I couldn't help but to see that the Sun was making tears on his face glisten but more importantly, he held in his hand a lock of hair. But not just any hair, for it shone and glittered in the sunlight like molten gold.
I do not know the Bard, nor his name, but I would recognize his face, if I were to spy it once more.
If this information is of use to you, let me know and the next time I see him at the Inn, I will point him out to you so that you may speak together with him.
I gladly do this for the comradeship that you showed to me on my firat night here. It is the least that I can do in return for your kindness."

*With that, the Druid turns and begins to make his way back to the Green Dragon.*

Caratacus, upon his return to the Inn, is greeted by a fantastic aroma of soup and fresh bread. His stomach begins to rumble once again as he realises that he hasn't eaten since the morning and prior to his ablutions.
He breaths in the fragrance deeply and says, " What is that wonderful scent that I smell? Is Boromir making more ambrosia in the kitchen? Is there any chance that I can get some, along with some of that fresh bread?"

*Calliope walks very slowly out of the kitchen with her hands full...overhears Caratacus and his stomach pangs..places a bowl on the table for the merchant and gives her bowl to Caratacus...*

"Here is my portion...no thanks from thee necessary...for I am looking after the Inn in Boromirs absence...I shall return shortly with the fresh baked bread along with a buttery garlic herb sauce that I saw on the top of the stove"

*she swipes a spoon from the cupboard and tastes the soup in the kitchen...fearing that she may have given her tasty mushrooms away*

*Brings her bowl out with the hot bread and serves the travelers hoping they would like the garlic herb sauce that she added to their plate...*

"Im so hungry I could eat the inside of an empty barrel of corn and find flavor in it"

*she climbs up onto her chair that her special friend Barbus had found for her, places her napkin under her chin since she does not bathe in the pond that often and begins to sip each spoonful as if it were her last*

"she looks up at Raquil and Caratucus hoping they wont ask for another thing till she has finished her Venison soup..."

"I have to beg your pardon my friends but I will have to leave when my last morsel is consumed...for it is my day to chase my furry critters in the forest"

*she holds the bowl in both hands sipping the last bit, runs into he kitchen with her dishes and dashes to the door...waving her hand and smiling the entire time.*

"Till later my friends...I bid you goodnight"

Caratacus looks at Raquil and comments, "That was the fastest moving Hobbit that I have ever seen, and I have known many. I was going to offer her the mushrooms from my soup, since I do not care for them, oh well."
He smacks his lips, "The sauce for the bread certainly was delicious, I will have to ask how it's made, the next time I see that swift and small creature."