"Well I never!" scoffs Baraglin after Lomeluin stalks off.
"I thought Elves were said to be a mannerly folk!" tisks Largo.
"Good manners don't cost a thing," agrees Baraglin, and the two Hobbits finish their tea while the rest of the camp disgorges the bulk of its folk toward Hollin Gate.
At the last the following folk remain at camp:
Frwine the Rohirrim groom,
Balian the Esgaroth lackey,
Ymir the Dwarf physician,
Deorwyn the Rohirrim groom,
Midvitnir, the Dwarf animal keeper,
To take care of the goods and animals:
Rohemnet, Lomeluin's rouncy,
Alf, Sili's guard dog,
Frosti, Snod, Fumbul and Tug, Sili's mules,
Ned, Soval's mule,
Gleowine, Eohild's rouncy,
Deor, Dernfara's courser,
"Piglet", Eremin's courser,
Ladybird, Baraglin's mule,
Deloris (the old nag), Largo's mule.
Once everybody else has made their way into the dark the Hobbits finally pack up their tea sets and prepare to follow.
"After you, my good Sir," says Baraglin with a bow.
"Oh no, I couldn't possibly! After you, I insist," replies Largo with a deeper bow.
And so it goes with Hobbits, a truly remarkable folk...
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch