Young Finneus Bank’s head spins with all the mention of gold, trolls, big-folk and adventure. His eyes-lids appear to have withdrawn deep within his skull leaving two bulging brown orbs entranced and dilated in the thick of the excitement. Slowly he begins to shrink back down to a sitting position as Ranly pops up to stand. His eyes are only for young master Sackville-Baggins, as he takes a pastry from the table and begins to nibble at its corner.
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