You were a travelling human, walking across Middle Earth to see the sights and meet people. It wasn’t long before you walked through The Shire.

The Hobbits gave you weird looks as you walked and past whispered behind your back. As you reached the inn, you crouched and walked to the bar where a comely Hobbit was pouring ale. She had black hair and pale skin and filled her clothes well.

“What can I get for you, traveller?”

She asked, smilingly kindly at you.