'Well, well! That is more than enough excitement for today, I think! I don't recall seeing you around Mossward, traveller. Although, I imagine it would've been hard for me to see anything at all while I was hiding in one of these fine folks' cabinets during that raid! I hear you helped to put an end to those oversized goblins, though, and I must thank you for that. What is your name?'

You introduce yourself, and Fridolin Took introduces himself in turn.

'${PLAYER}... a curious name for a most curious hobbit. Why, you bear a striking resemblance to old Bandobras Took—the Bullroarer, as we Tooks call him—yes, very alike indeed, at least where your height is concerned! Might you be one of my long-lost cousins? No? Perhaps you're of the North-tooks, then?'

You tell Fridolin that you are not one of the Tooks, a North-took, a Bullroarer—whatever that is—or anything of the sort. You say that you hail from a place beyond the Misty Mountains, and that you have travelled to Mossward as but one of many destinations on the long journey from your home-land.

'Yes, yes, that is all well and good, but you might still be a Took of some sort. Hah! I jest, of course. Even if you are not a Took, I say you are a cousin of mine, and it would be terribly rude of me not to invite you to visit us in the Shire. You'll need to follow the road up to Bree-town, and then you'll want to head west. Once you cross the Brandywine River, you're in the Shire! Ah, but first, you'll want to stop into Michel Delving to talk to the Mayor, old Will Whitfoot. He'll want to give you a proper Shire welcome!

'Oh, and if any of the Bounders give you trouble, just tell them Fridolin's invited you for tea!'