Isengar’s gaze flew to the elven woman who addressed him as he took his seat. Relaxing at her words, Isengar did feel much more at ease than when he had first approached the table. The mixture of fear at being in the company of someone of seemingly a much higher status than himself, as well the atmosphere of the whole place had the Hobbit both a little overwhelmed, as well as excited.<br/><br/>As a dwarf took a seat at the table, Isengar briefly looked him over, trying not to stare too much at anyone. It was all just so new for him! Hobbits were fairly isolated in the Shire, never venturing too far from home, apart from a select few.<br/><br/>Feeling his stomach begin to protest at the lack of food being eaten, Isengar surveyed the spread before him before taking part in the meal. If Hobbits were known for one thing, and one thing alone, it was that they thoroughly enjoyed good food.<br/><br/>Isengar listened to what was being said around the table, perfectly content to do so for the time being. When he was approached by another guest inquiring of who he was.<br/><br/>“Isengar Took.” The Hobbit extended his hand but lowered it soon after upon seeing that the man had moved on to ask about the others gathered. When he heard his name spoken by Arthalion, Isengar turned in his seat to face the man.<br/><br/>“I wonder myself why I was drawn here. I doubt it was simply coincidence I was in Bree at the same time as a group travelling here.” The Hobbit admitted. It had certainly been convenient that the town had been where he had found himself. There was no telling what could have happened had he stumbled out of the forest elsewhere.<br/><br/>As the others took their seats, and Arthalion addressed them all, Isengar listened closely, taking in all the new information being given. So much of what happened elsewhere in Middle Earth was lost to the Shire, and for the most part it was preferred that way. Such darkness spoken of, it sent a shiver through the Hobbit. How had he, and the others back home not noticed any of this? Was it simply due to their ignorance of the situation?<br/><br/>“Mister Arthalion, sir...what sort of aid exactly did you have in mind?” Isengar asked a little hesitant, worry in his voice at what the answer may be.