What
Filby speaks with Dharlon about the D.P.P.

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

A cloaked man, reconizable as a shirriff by his feathered cap, patrols the town of Frogmorton at this time, walking slowly from one end of the lazy town to the other. His face glows orange from to setting sun, and he seems to be the only person about save a few succlting home after finishing thier work late, while everyone else is inside enjoying their first supper. glancing at a camgaign sign to his right, he grins, mutters something, and shakes his head, moving on and glancing about the town once again as he walks

Another hobbit, a very old hobbit, walks near the inn of the town. He mutters to himself now and then, wobbling from one foot to another as he walks through Frogmorton, casting awkward glances about as though he were looking for something. The oldster takes note of the shirriff. "Good-day, sir!" he calls to the other. "I see you are a shirriff... are you not?"

Dharlon turns around at the old man, and says quickly "why yes I am sir, does there seem to be aproblem" in an almost reflexive action, as if it has become a bit routine for him. However, after his first usally response, he begins to study the face more closely, and after a moment nods and says "Ah yes, you are the Mr. Pott running for mayor, are you not. just er-" He hestatites for a moment then say quickly "admiring you campaign sign! Great slogan!" he smiles, and then says "so what can I do for you good sir?"

"Ah, yes..." Filby nods quickly. "I am Filby Pott, and I am running for Mayor. As for the..." he glances at a poster nearby, "slogan, I am afraid that my son-in-law came up with it, not knowing my opinion. I am in fact a member of the NTL." Filby quickly changes the subject. "Anyway... I assume that since you are a shirriff and in Frogmorton... you might know Mister Dharlon Took? I am looking for him."

The shirrif looks at the sign and say quickly "I meant to New hobbit for new decade part! I don't drink myself..." He stops at the mention of Dharlon Took and forces a smile "Why yes, I know him quite well infact. If you don't mind, why are looking for him?" as he speaks, he pulls his cloak tighter around him, completely concealing his shirt and some of his trousers. and shivers a bit "gee, strange chill!" he quickly says. Curiously, you notice no such chill, it feels as warm it should on a june evening.

"Cold, then?" Filby looks quizically at the other. "We could go into the inn if you want." The aged halfling thinks for a moment before going on. "Anyway," he says, "I have heard that Mister Took has started -- or re-started -- a political party... something to do with dwarves." He looks again at the shirriff. "Is this correct?"

Dharlon raises an eyebrow, and looks worried "er- you know, I just remembered, I have to get down to Budge Ford by midnight!" He rushes toward his wagon, jumps on, pulls out of town.