Otho Sackville-Baggins

Otho stands at the gate of Bag End, his face a shade of purple that matches the plums in the nearby orchard. He holds a large roll of parchment in one hand and a measuring tape in the other, clicking his tongue as he eyes the front door.

Don't just stand there gaping like a landed fish! Hold the end of this tape, would you? I'm convinced—absolutely certain—that the pantry extension exceeds the original deed by at least four inches. It's a disgrace, really. Bilbo has been 'away' or 'eccentric' for far too long, and someone has to keep a proper inventory before he loses the whole place to those wizard friends of his!

He thrusts the metal end of the tape toward you, his eyes darting toward the round green door with a mix of longing and intense resentment.

Tell me, have you seen him today? Does he look... healthy? Peaked, perhaps? A bit shaky on his feet? Give me some good news for once!