Since it is obviously an important place-- and some are headed there, I am adding this location. We are still the same evening, of the day when "most all" are arriving in Bree (or already there, working).

What with all the people in town for the major event that is the Spring Festival and Fair, the common-room of the inn of the Prancing Pony is truly the bustling heart of Bree.
And as anyone knows (anyone in Bree, that is), that means it’s the heart of the world, the fixed point around which Sun and Moon and Stars all spin on their merry courses.

In the courtyard, several broad steps on the left lead up to a door--
--that opens into a lot sound & bustle, of talking & singing, of drinking & eating: the common-room of The Prancing Pony.
Vidar hears someone calling out a "Very warm welcome, Master Dwarf!" to him.

Vidar turns to face the voice, closing the door behind him if no one's passing through.  His powerful frame clearing just enough space for himself.  A smoke beer, some pork, and an out of the way place to sit, if you have it.". He rumbles in his deep bass voice.

Pint at his elbow on the table beside him, Áski settled into his fireside chair and packed a pipe for the first smoke of the evening. He lit and puffed on it thoughtfully before deeply inhaling to fully savor the draw. Exhaling a series of smoke-rings toward the ceiling, Áski allowed himself no small sigh of contentment and settled back to observe the common room in silence. He filtered out the Heatherton gossip by and large, focusing his attention chiefly on more worrisome topics: the troublesome parties and troubling rumours that hinted at the deepening Shadow in Bree-land and neighboring lands. The Enemy's influence would grow unchecked without constant vigilance.
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The Prancing Pony is filled with the sound of raucous laughter and the scent of fine food and fresh beer — all of it under a cloud of aromatic pipe smoke.
Out of that smoke, a face emerges in front of Vidar.

As Vidar voices his desires, in his deep voice. the man smiles, and answers him, obviously the one who just welcomed Vidar:
"Oh, you have come to the right place. The perfect place, I must say. For we have all that, and the finest choices! As well as much more."
He smiles at you, very affable, but you also since he is keen-eyed and is gauging what kind of patron you are.
Can you please make a Courtesy roll? Either just for your demeanor, or you can RP an introduction (and add a bonus die, unless you willingly insult the poor man?!)
"A place to sit?"
He waves to the room, with the crackling fire in the hearth, and stools at the bar, chairs at tables in the center, benches along the walls...
"Take your pick, my good friend!"

As Áski settled into his fireside chair and packed his pipe, he was a bit surprised to see the innkeeper himself bring the pint, had been ordered to a waitress.

The man bows to Áski as he puts the drink down:
"Welcome, welcome, to the inn of the Prancing Pony! Methinks I have not see you here before, so it is even a specialish welcome to you, Master!"
Yet, the seemingly sincere and kind eyes also seem to be taking the measure of who Áski is.
Can you too please make a Courtesy roll? Either just for your demeanor, or you can RP an introduction (and add a bonus die)!)
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"Greetings". He rumbles.  "I am Vidar, son of Flar.  Here for the festival.". He states, his eyes firm as he looks at the innkeeper.

"Then I will sit there, and hear your choices.". He says, as he moves with the innkeeper to an out of the way table.



Total: 10 (9 if weary): a failure using the The One Ring with a target of 17


06:40, Today: Vidar son of Flar rolled a total of 6 (5 if weary): a failure using the The One Ring with a target of 17 with rolls of 5 (Feat Die), 1.  Courtesy + RP roll.

13:02, Today: Vidar son of Flar rolled a total of 15: a success with the Gandalf Rune using the The One Ring with a target of 14 with rolls of 12 (Feat Die), 3.  Per our discussion, I'm only keeping the three.

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Áski waved his pipe in greeting and thanked the innkeeper. "Áski Adisson, herald to the King Under The Mountain, at your service. I do confess it has been some years since my duties permitted me to visit your fine establishment, but please be assured I have partaken of its most excellent fare and service many a time before. 'Twas with great relish that I looked forward to the opportunity."

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09:52, Today: Aski Adisson rolled a total of 17 (15 if weary): a success (failure if weary) using the The One Ring with a target of 16 with rolls of 5 (Feat Die), 5, 5, 2.  Courtesy with bonus die.

Inside, as Vidar gives his greetings, and firmly looks at the innkeeper, the man nods back, smiling:
"Butterbur. Barnabas Butterbur. Innkeeper and happy host!"
But the man is already looking elsewhere, and when Vidar moves off to his out of the way table, the innkeeper does not accompany, but slips off to attend to someone else:
"Enjoy the inn!"
'Just' a failure, no adverse effects.


As Áski waves his pipe and butters Butterbur up-- the innkeeper's nose flushes and even redder red!
"Fine establishment-- excellent service-- why... oh my... and you an Heir to the King and all!"
The man rubs his hands together, and bows deep:
"Master Barnabas Butterbur, innkeeper, at your service, milord!"
Then he calls out to a waiter:
"Bring some relish, we all know our fair Prince fancies that!"
Turning back to Áski:
"Please ask if you wish for anything."
A success, meaning you can ask one question of Butterbur about current events or rumours, which he will answer as best he can. You can do so now, or keep this 'chit' for later use (if so, I will let you note it down and remind me when you use it).

Outside, as Galar still smiles at having tricked his father as to where he was headed, he arrives at the Pony.
About to enter, he nearly runs into a small clutch of nervous Hobbits, under the lit lamp post, looking up at the Pony's sign, seemingly too shy to enter the inn.

"Fresh out of the Shire gentle Hobbits?" asks the small hesitant band with a smile.  "You'll find good food, drink, and hopefully company in the Prancing Pony."  The Bree-lander apologetically shrugs for nearly running into the cluster.  "I'm Galar of the Greenways.  Let me buy your first round and you can share news of the Shire."

"I'm a bit in need of refreshment myself after a day setting up on the Green," the young man confesses as he starts inside and looks back, "Well, don't dawdle while there are still good seats to be had."

Outside, as Galar addresses the Hobbits, he sees they just stare back at him, before looking around, seemingly a bit lost.

While he leaves, to go inside, he hears the Hobbits working up the courage to go in, talking about who will lead and who will have whose back.

Thus Mip follows Galar inside. All the Hobbits coming along behind, in single file.

Mip looks around for the innkeeper. "We are going to need a table or better even a room," he says to no one in particular.
Mip couldn't see, mountains are before him, human mountains.
He sighs. "Let us go that way, find out what lies ahead."
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Inside, Galar enters-- followed by Mip, Mip's mum, the Gaffer and his wife.

The innkeeper greets Galar and the Hobbits, all at the same time, happy to have more customers.

"Welcome, welcome, friends, taller and smaller, welcome to the Pony! How are you tonight, Galar?"
Can Galar and please make a Courtesy roll? Either just for your demeanor, or you can RP an introduction (and add a bonus die).

"And you, Master Hobbits, is all fine? We have stools, pipeweed, and good Shire ale, if you wish-- all that around a table, or in a room. Rooms we have, yes, for you, of course!"
Looking through the 'mountains, Mip sees the innkeeper.
Can Mip make a Courtesy roll, with a bonus die.

(courtesy roll with bonus die: how? which die ? sorry)

You roll Courtesy, using the dice roller. Entering the number of skill dice you have in Courtesy, plus 1 bonus skill die (roll the total of all those Skill dice).

Áski crooked a finger at the innkeeper to draw him close, and spoke in a low tone to the Man. "Please forgive my poor enunciation, Master Butterbur. I am but a herald to King Dáin — a diplomat and messenger — not an heir to the throne. I shall however inform His Majesty of the warm welcome which the royal family would be greeted. The Prancing Pony is most deserving of wider acclaim." He patted the Man's arm companionably and slipped the pipe-stem back between his teeth with a smile.