I was precisely drinking at the Green Dragon when word found me about an Inn Crawl happening in the near future. Well, if you know me you must at least be aware that I would never deny some good ale, conversation and a bit of sightseeing, so I quickly signed up!
Naturally I packed a nice bag of snacks and, when the day finally arrived, departed to the meeting point in Needlehole. I was excited, you see, because I've never been so far up North as the Yondershire before! My dealings sometimes get me to the Greenfields at most, but that's it. So it was really good for my nerves when I got there and met all those really festive hobbit friends, and even some nice dwarves ready to depart!
After some heavy leg work and the temperature dropping a bit, we found our way to the beautiful village of Nobottle. The Fox and Fiddle Inn had me speechless, I won't deny. Not only it was HUGE inside, but the quality of ale in there made me want to stay forever! But no time for that, because quickly we had to make our way to Tightfield (in which we luckily could all fit through) and their charming Elbow's Bend. A weird name, no doubt, but I'll be damned if they don't also serve some tasty alcohol in that place! I had some trouble finding my way out of the packed room because of the light spin, but breathing the fresh air of their garden made me ready to walk again some more!
Despite the aggressive neekerbreekers and shrews in the way (I could NEVER maintain a farm in these lands), Gamwich got me in love with it! The beauty of their woods, and that amazing riverside in which I could spend a lifetime fishing... But in their Brimful Quiver Inn I discovered that the hobbits living there are made of sturdier material than me, with all the hunting talk and such. So I decided to simply drink their delicious beer as I watched my walking companions play some dice game I couldn't understand, for the numbers in them were all scrambled to me, and the floor in which they were played just wouldn't stop moving...
In any way, shortly we were out of there, heading to our final destination of Long Cleeve, while a Master Dwarf sang a beautiful song about our little adventure. I got scared when finally inside their Roaring Bull Inn: what a fancy place that looked like! I was afraid I wouldn't be able to pay for their high quality brew, but somehow I was... for quite some mugs in fact. I remember something about hobbit-to-dwarf mail delivery issues, a huge cow stuck in their wall, the room spinning so fast now... and then I woke up, behind their bar, the next morning, with everyone gone.
You see, the only problem right now is that I can't remember the way back, for I hardly remember how I even got here. Luckily I packed my bag really well with supplies, and the Longburrow Farm door was safely shut when I left, so I guess there's no problem in looking for work around here until I can make my way back to the Southfarthing again...
