"New Rangers, eh?" the innkeep grunted. They shrugged, and the man sighed, handing one of them a key, saying: "All right, my fine young Strider, just don't bother my girls."
Once out of earshot, Aragorn muttered, "Why must
as Aragorn elbowed him.
"Traitor," Aragorn growled, as a pair of chambermaids appeared. The Rangers stood aside, Halbarad bowing as they passed. The lasses smiled, hurrying away, but their whispers carried and Halbarad paled to hear:
"Well one's mannerly! Leggy lad, though—a very heron!"
Aragorn said naught; his grin told all.
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