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The halfling went to the dilapidated tavern. It was already empty: apparently, it was too decent to allow drunken revelers inside, which was reflected in its incredible poverty. The hobbit approached the bartender and paid for a room with two beds. He also bought a loaf of rye bread and two oranges.
Gathering his belongings, he went upstairs, opened the room with a key, and invited Rotterdam in.
"Ah, yes, how clumsy of me! You probably want to clean your feathers first. It seems that this tavern has running water, a special room, and a basin for washing. Or are you eager to hear me out?"