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“Seven.”
The dices rolled on the table, and after a little while they stopped: one was showing a four, the other a three.
“Seven!” repeated Bilbo, this time with a much happier and more satisfied tone.
Frodo, who wasn’t playing, but observing attentively his uncle, cheered quietly.
The other players grumbled, and Bilbo laughed, good-naturedly: “Come on, come on, it’s just a game! I’ll let you keep the rest of your money, though! I’ll take a break from the dices!”
That statement was grated with a less surly grumbling.
Bilbo gave his goodbyes and left the inn. Frodo followed him.