The hobbit nods, though he still looks a bit worried and glum. He does his best to put the dark thoughts aside, though, and smiles tentatively at Araceli as she puts her hand on his arm.

"It's not a very heroic sort of story, I'm afraid," he says. "I sort of became a part of things by accident, if you understand me, after I fell through and landed in that bog away down south: and as for where I'm from, well, I suppose you wouldn't know it any more than anyone else here, even if I were to name it." The despondency hasn't left him completely, it seems, and he sighs heavily.