"I hope so. I better not be some sorta endangered species, ahahaha..." Well at least he doesn't feel so bad about it he can't joke somewhat. "I have met a lot of races here in the camp. It's actually pretty great!"

Even if everything goes to hell soon while on the road because of incidents like the Nazgul attacking, the people are a bright point, as far as he's concerned. Filbo has managed to finally feel comfortable around everyone, comfortable enough to try to approach others and try to help shoulder their problems -- and the intense, unabashed fondness towards everyone probably isn't just the alcohol speaking right now.

Taking once another drink, he decides to ask:

"Hey, Dan, didn't you say you were kinda a diplomat? Is that how you got into bartending?" As if Dan solves the many problems peacefully by getting everyone wasted.