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EXT: RIVERVALE
ENTER FILBUS, HAGGARD AND WAN
the gods are silent
my lips crack as they move
I do not resemble the halfling
rotund and dapper, as I once was
HOBBITS POUR INTO CENTRAL RIVERVALE FROM THE BANK AND FOOL'S GOLD INN. THEY ARE ALL WEARING BLACK GARB. THEIR CHEEKS, USUALLY MERRY AND ROSY, ARE SUNKEN. THEY SING IN UNISON.
ashes ashes
our joy is ashes in our mouth
the grocer got roasted
and now our roasts all turn to ash
ONE BY ONE, THE HALFLINGS FALL TO THE GROUND.