The door behind Carver opened and a man, a dwarf, a wizard, and an elf all walked in. Carver blinked as he recognized them. It was Aragon, Legalous, Gimli, and Gandalf the Grey!
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Joaquin stood dumbfounded in the face of the newcomers. He was very close to bowing down on his face to Gandalf. Aragon and Legalous stood in a comradery stance just inside the door and Joaquin wished he was even close to being on their level.
Gimli was a fun little man to look at. His angry, stand-offish expression made Joaquin want to go and pinch his cheeks. Odd thing for him to want... but when he'd lived in Katimba Laaq, he'd been the cocky type.
"Which one of you carries the ring?" Gandalf said, his eyes peered what felt like into his soul. Carver swallowed loudly and shrugged. "Not me." Aragon looked Carver up and down, not much of a feat. "You are a strange little hobbit."
Joaquin patted himself down out of habit. "I don't have it." He tugged at his shirt nervously, looking studiously away from Aragon. His eyes rested on the hem of Gandalf's robe.
"Um," Carver said, "Thanks. I don't have the ring either..that elf chic had it..."
Carver looked around for her.