Pancake chef extraordinaire Frederick the VIII asks, "Do you young Hobbets need any more equipment for your next Adventure? I keep a small stock of the necessities in my storeroom."
Kiplyn would be trying to get his fill of Pancakes and wrestling with his thought. Sure he was suppose to be across the valley and over the hill for the planting season, but that's hard work and hungry work. No point rushing into it. "More Pancakes please, when you have a moment my Esteemed chef!"
As our Heroes are settling in for the night, they are startled as the door crashes open, letting in a blast of cold air. Two more Hobbets have arrived! They got lost in the woods and nearly had to spend the night shivering under the stars. But the inviting smell of pancakes led them through the darkness to safety.
Dame Simonetta Clytie LaJolle and Kiplyn Sorefoot, your story begins now!
"This would make me the least new of the newcomers, so that is fine with me,"Noh says with a nod at the others, as he scratches the feathers under Carc's beak.
You see a rather thin middle-aged Hobbet with a shock of brilliant red hair. Dame Simonetta looks around and wrinkles her nose. Sighing with resignation, she looks for an open seat. She pulls out what might once have been a fine lace handkerchief and fastidiously wipes the chair before sitting down.
Tet's eyes boggle in the direction of the new arrivals but he can't say a word, preoccupied as he is with stuffing his face with pancakes. His belt is already creaking with the strain of his girth, but he shows no sign of slowing.
More oomph pancakes oomp omph, he barely manages to mumble as the stuffing session continues...