Having heard a rumor of Hobbits in the MessHall, SkyKing rushes in to find a burlap sack on the floor. He walks up to the sack with a smile, and feeling a bit like Gandalf in some far off tale, opens it. Four *very* disturbed Hobbits crawl out, upset at their treatment. "I have never stolen anything but mushrooms, and that was in my youth, the debt long repaid and forgiven." "Well, at least it wasn't a Troll that put us in there, like happened to your uncle", says another. "Well, never mind about that, no harm done, and I smell food" says the third. "And *I* think there might be a beer barrel somewhere around here" says the fourth. Then they look around, and then up, at the smiling face of SkyKing. "Welcome, my friends to the MessHall. In a moment, I'll introduce you to Murphy, and you shall soon have a meal such as you have not had since you left the Shire. But after you have had your meal, might I suggest that you go and find Nimrod's mouse. He meant no harm to you, or he would not have brought you to the one place in all of MarsDawn that you would want to go the most. Ah, here is Murphy. My friends will be wanting mushrooms, and rashers of bacon, and other solid Shire fare, such as you have. Good, deep mugs of that 1420 Shire ale would be much appreciated, as well..."