Running to his side, Mr. Loamsdown knelt to face the old man. He could see the exhaustion in his wise and sunken eyes.
“What in the blazes was that? Explain yourself wizard!” Loamsdown at this point somewhat annoyed at the altercation that had startled his ponies.
“What you saw was not pertaining to your business I am afraid” the wizard grumbled. “Remember, as you said, No adventures today”.
Loamsdown looked perplexed as the man rose and hobbled away down the path.
It was the last of any type of magic the lonely innkeeper witnessed in the Shire. Just as soon as the old gray wizard disappeared over the horizon, a mail carrier approached from the edge of the path.