You notice a small piece of paper nailed near the door of the Prancing Pony. It reads…
To Whosoever Enjoys the Drinking of Ales, Smoking of Pipe-weed and Spinning of Tales:
Meet me at the Golden Perch in the town of Stock in the Shire. It is a quaint hobbit pub I have recently come to enjoy and would like to meet any like-minded friends. Bring your stories and your pipe-weed, but don’t worry yourself over the ale, the Golden Perch has plenty!
Meet me in the courtyard of the Golden Perch at the Usual Time.
Cithryth, Diplomat of Rohan