(For the "Sell" prompt.)
As the sun begins to sink, Bree's lights gleam before them. "Excellent," Nori declares, quickening step. "Just in time before the gate is closed!"
"Oh, now, Nori –" the Hobbit protests.
"Nonsense, Bilbo," Dori rumbles. "To wish to travel incognito is one thing – keep that old green hood up and give a false name if you must – but are you truly telling us you wish to sleep under a hedge tonight when you could let the Prancing Pony sell you a good supper, a flagon of the best ale and a soft bed?"
Bilbo chuckles. "When you put it like that..."
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