"Easy boy," I comforted Meatloaf as we approached Beregost. I'd shaved most of my beard off as a disguise so I looked more like a halfling, albeit a very bulky one. It was hard to diguise Meat, so I didn't bother. I had gone in advance of the party to check out the village, and would meet the others in the tavern later. I knocked on the door to crude fenced wall.
"Who's there? Friend or foe?" An old-sounding voice barked. "If I was a foe do you think I'd tell you you idiot?" I thought to myself.
"Freind!" I replied, "They call me Womble, Womble the short!"
A lower hatch opened. "On your own eh?" The man said, flashing a toothless grin. "What is your business here?"
"Just to purchase supplies and rest at the inn, good sir!"
"Fair enough, come in, Womble the short! Welcome to our humble village. You can call me Fred."
"Thanks Fred" I replied, thinking of a few other names I could call him too. I trotted in on Meat, surveying the surroundings. Seemed fairly ordinary to me. I made for the 'Three pigs' inn. I would wait there, gather info and get me a good feed. I was starving, and had a thirst on me that only a jug of ale would satisfy...
