Two men who smell like smoke walk into the Prancing Pony and quickly find seats. One is wearing robes, bald, and smiling. The other is wearing clothing similar to the rangers but his face is uncovered.
"That was fun," Humpfrey Rumming says.
"Are you insane there's nothing fun about dodging fire breathing salamanders," Lugethir says.
"It wasn't that bad. Besides that's the price of a good puzzle."
"If you needed a good puzzle you should go see the hobbits. I'm sure they'd figure one out that doesn't involve immolation."
"Hobbits are too simple to make a good riddle," Humpfrey say.
"I think those riddles were too hard for you anyway. You had to ask that bright yellow hobbit for help solving them."
"I didn't need to ask for his help I was just curious if he could solve the riddles. If he could they were far too simple for a great mind like mine to bother with."
"Whatever you say Humpfrey," Lugethir says.
"It was fun watching him run around though. Maybe in a few years that hobbit will be able to come up with a riddle that will be worth at least a couple minutes."
"You do have a way with arrogance."
"Arrogance is the natural result of being as smart as I am," Humpfrey says.
"Whatever you say."
"I wonder where we should go next."
"What do you mean we?" Lugethir asks.
"Maybe somewhere cold now. I do love the snow."
"I have work to do in Tinnundir so I'm not leaving."
"Maybe I'll start training some salamanders," Humpfrey says. "I bet they would sell well."
"Whatever makes you happy but don't blame me if you get burned."
"You're right I'll find some frost salamanders so I won't get burned."
"What an idiot," Lugethier mutters under his breath.
"I think I'll head to Rohan they must have a snowy area there."