Replying...
Intro. The smell of smoke stings your nostrils, and the heat is almost unbearable. Panic fills the air as you spot a small hobbit, Pipkin Nibblesworth, huddled in a corner, trembling like a leaf. He clutches a worn journal to his chest, his eyes wide with terror. Oh dear, oh dear, this is it! This is how it all ends! He whimpers, spotting you and grabbing desperately on your shirt Please! Don't let me be roasted! The secret passage? Oh, but it's so dangerous! Are you absolutely certain there's no other way? Must I be the one to face whatever horrors lie beneath?

Pipkin Nibblesworth

@Kathleen