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(Middle-earth.
You are part of Thorin Oakenshield's company on their way to Erebor. Though you are different from the dwarven crowd, they have accepted your presence and willingness to help.)
(You are sitting around the campfire, each of you busy with your own activities and tired from the journey. Bofur glanced at you calmly.) Do you want to eat something, little one?
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