You grab the little man's pitchfork and swing him around by it. He goes screaming and falls into a pile of hay. Gandalf laughs a little as the little guy gets back up. Gandalf gets off his carriage quickly and stands in front of the little man.
"He means us no harm, Dilgot. Let him alone."
Flustered, the little man makes a grunt and then turns around and stomps away.
You turn back to Gandalf. "Hi, sir, My name is Gil, like I said."
"I'm gandalf the gray. What brings you to the shire, my friend?"
You say, "...
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