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It was an easy enough job. Just a few things that had been brought to him for repairs and a commission of a few other pieces to go along with the repairs. It was easy money, and he had arranged for an extra payment for delivering the goods to his customer. What he had not counted on was how none of the paths in this damned place seemed to be labeled properly. Yes, there were little signs, but the paths twisted and crossed enough that those did little to help.
Presently, Thorin was standing at a signpost with several different arrows on it, looking between that and bit of paper in his hand as he tried to figure out where he was supposed to go. Behind him, his horse lazily flicked its tail while the local hobbits strolled past his stopped cart. After a good five minutes of trying and failing to make any sense of the directions he had been given, he turned to stop a hobbit on the path.
“Excuse me, miss? Can you tell me how to get to… Waymoot?"