I carry nothing," the hobbit said unconvincingly.
"Good, you are frightened, but not nearly frightened enough. I know what it is that hunts you," the ranger had moved closer to the hobbit, intending to scare some sense into him.
That was when the door burst open. The other three hobbits armed with a frying pan, a stool and a candlestick rushed in. "I will have you, Longshanks!" yelled the sandy blond one.
Strider would have laughed if the circumstances had been different. He was about to speak his reassurances when he felt the sudden chill in the air within the inn. The Wraiths have arrived and they were trapped.