Hello, I am "Gimbits." Some refer to me as burglar, but I prefer the term Rogue. This is my pony "Bill." Bill has fond appetite for carrots. Bill and I are often in the employment of some very influential elves, that we will not name at this point in time.

I will say, that I employed to watch the passes towards Forochel and report back once the snow in the passes have thawed. The pay is good, and gives me all the eggs and potatoes I can eat. Its not like I want to fade away. As a Commander (Rank 11) in the Hoar Hallow Irregulars, I have to keep this Hobit's physique of mine physically fit and ready for combat in the Ettenmoors at a minutes notice. Unless, that notice is at dinner time, then it might take another five or eight minutes before I can get ready.

Its a good thing, it is close to dinner time, else some of those pesky Shire Bounders may attempt to apprehend me for pie theft. It wasn't theft, it was hunger, and what kind of Hobit would I be to let a perfectly good pie go to waste. Speaking of Food and Dinner, I wonder what Albert is up to? Not that Albert, but that other Albert.

*Ties Bill's reigns to the hitching post and enters The Green Dragon* Its time for dinner, those snowy passes are still there and I have plenty of time to search for that white fur coat for my boss.