What
Jon meets Farod Overhill, the local pipeweed baron.

Who
Bavor (#25001)..............Jon Goatleaf
Farod Overhill (#16605).....himself

It's midnight, and the Pony is, understandably, fairly quiet. There are, of course, night-going patrons of the inn mucking about in the common room, and people walk in and out of the foyer now and then; but otherwise it is a rather slow night.

A big man waddles out of the common room, scratching his nose thoughtfully, puffing a long wooden pipe, muttering incoherently. He stops suddenly in the middle of the foyer, looking anxiously out a window at the falling rain. "Oh, bother," he mutters to himself. "more rain..."

Sitting on a little chair, a tall hobbit, known to everyone cause he's in the pipeweed industry, raises his eyes of the journal he's reading, and nods to the man, "Indeed Mister, I guess you're heading back to Combe?", he askes in his galant and pleasant tone.

Turning around to the hobbit, the big man is startled. "Eh, oh! Didn't see y'there!" He holds a hand over his heart and sighs, chuckling a bit. He stands up a little straighter, lowering his arms to his sides. "Combe then?" he asks suspiciously. "How'd you kn -- well, I s'pose I got no reason fer leavin' the Pony if I lived in Bree Proper, an' I don't got no business in Staddle, an' only a fool'd try an' get to Archet in this weather at night." He laughs. "Good deduc... ded... thinkin', sir."

"Well thanks gentleman.", Farod answers, chuckling a bit, "But it was not for a deductionnary issue, I just sell you pipeweed Mister Jon, and you told me where you live.", he continues, smiling, and then, with a point of concern, "But hey, you sure you really have to go through all that road to go home? I'm sure it's a better idea to stay here...", raising himself to meet the man, he adds, "And if it's about money don't worry, I have some for you, and some weed too.", he finishes, with a grin.

"I told you where I live? I must've been awful drunk... but no matter." Jon chuckles to himself again. "Anyways, it's not money or anything like that... but I've been stuck 'ere near a month, an' me wife an' kids're prolly missin' me sorely..." Goatleaf sighs and looks out the window again.

Farod frowns, "Oh, don't be ridiculous Jon. Your family will probably be more happy if you arrive tomorrow in a great shape (and perhaps a little gift for sunny and wife) than if you arrive drunk and sleepy in late hours of the night. Believe me on this one, women dislike this kind of adventure..."