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Once Odo has confirmed that people to do the real fighting, especially big people who tend to draw attention, he springs to his feet with a spry hop. "I'm in. No troll has ever been able to slay me yet, and I don't think they can start anytime soon". He then sidles up to Gandalf... "Excuse me sir. Do trolls have treasure"?
Odo stood outside the Kings Rest, and watched people enter. Looks like a few strangers in town tonight. Might be worth hanging out and see if they have any exciting tales... or drop anything interesting. He then made his way to the common room, his purse for a change with a bit of heft. He made his way to the end of the bar, where the counter top had been lowered for the small folk, and ordered a pint of ale.
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Here's Odo. I'll keep developing the background as we go, but I see him as a voluntary resident of Bree. The Barrow was too boring for him, so he's making his way in the "exciting" city. (Probably a little Took blood in him). |
