The afternoon has passed uneventfully, Mugsy returned from the Barber’s to find Azog continuing to snooze while Jamison sits on a nearby couch sipping coffee and listening to news radio. At one point in the afternoon, lunch is brought in – compliments of the hotel – and if Azog were awake, he might recognize his barber, but to Mugsy and Jamison he simply seems to be another dwarf in the employ of the hotel. Lunch is delightful, roast beef, cheese, and various sandwich accouterments with an assortment of fresh baked rolls sliced for sandwiches. A caraffe of wine accompanies the meal, as well as a case of six cigars.
The Dwarf says nothing, only brings in the tray, briefly surveys the room, bows, then exits.
Azog finally wakes up an hour later, and polishes off whatever Jamison and Mugsy did not eat from the tray. Jamison continues to relax by the radio, and even the casual observer will discern that he is enjoying a fond luxury long since left behind. The time is now roughly 5pm, your evening entertainment begins at 7pm.