What
Filby reveals Jorin's true nature as Thane of Clan Bundazanul of Erebor to Dharlon.

What
Dharlon Took (#27754).....himself
Filby Pott (#29680).......himself

The town of Waymeet is relitively quiet, except for a bit of ight over who was first on the exceptionally long well line, as everyone is trying to get their water before darkness falls. A wogon moves into town at a quick pace, the driver is wearing a shirriffs hat and is trying to avoid hitting various people. His face reveals his worry, and where it seems a smile should be there is a slight frown.

Standing somewhere near the well but not in line, an old hobbit leans against a tree, tapping his feet, and constantly glancing at a pocketwatch. He yawns, and sits down upon a small bench. The fellow's face appears rather pensive and worried, as though a weight is bearing down upon him.

His own worry dropping his normal observity nature, it is quite likely he would have nearly missed Filby... Except that he nearly ran into him. After dodge the line in his hurry (turning more than one head) he finds himself heading for the tree. He pulls back on his reins, and his horses rear up in surprise, but stop. A crash is heard behind him as the event causes chaos in his wagon. A few hobbits can't help but mutter quite a bit loudly that the 'Longbeard Lover' is the root of this disorder. He however once he isn't having to concentrate on driving, a bit more perceptive and notices Filby. He says loudly t get his attention, as if it were nessacary "Mister Pott!"

"What? Who's there?" Filby stands up and wheels about. "Master Took! Just the hobbit I needed to see!" He rushes to Dharlon and, in an uncharacteristic display of generosity, helps the shirriff to his feet. "You must be wondering why I... no, I sent you a letter. Anyway, there is something I must tell you, sir, concerning those dwarves..." His voice lowers at the mention of longbeards.

Inturrupts Filby "wait, before you go on, are you SURE the dwarf in the lockholes is Jorin? I mean I would have thought I would have been informed, I've had a notice down there to keep an eye out for him for ages... Are you positive?" He looks very nervous, which is uncharectaristic of him, and just stressed in general

Filby pulls a letter from his waistcoat and quotes, "Dear Mister Filby Pott," he looks at Dharlon. "Dear Mister Filby Pott, I am a might interested in your trade proposal as well as this 'Dwarf Peace Party' of which you speak. If you'd take the time to return to Michel Delving and explain yourself a bit better I would be more willing, and hopefully less occupied, than the last time we spoke." Then he leans forward and says in a low tone, Jorin, Thane of Clan Bundazanul, the Lonely Mountain."

"Yes," he says, "I am sure that it is Jorin."

Dharlon's worry is only increased. He shakes his head and says "There's already a drawven hunt out for him, surprised they haven't tracked him down..." He aviods the fact he failed to do the same and then says "er- yes why don't you contact me a bit later about joining the DPP... He then rushes for his wagon and shouts back "Sorry about the quick departure, but I think we must talk a bit later, I have to talk to Jorin as soon as possible..." He jumps in his wagon, and makes a hasty, and rather rude departure.