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Bêthberry · 01-28-2004, 08:44 AM

The Innkeeper, trying to read through all the documentation from the Golden Hall in its florid style of order and authority, kept thinking about the comings and goings in the Great Hall.

Having observed the new girl, Sigrid, scrubbing the laundry, the Innkeeper had been satisfied the girl would do well, very well, as long as she avoided the too friendly attentions of the many male patrons of the Inn. The girl had sat long alone at table last night before she ate and Bethberry read a story into that which would bear remembering and then seemed to have attracted the attention of yet another stranger, this one somewhat unsavoury. Yet the girl had deported herself well and Bethberry was pleased.

And the plans for entertainment! They would have to be made! She would leave a note for Aywlen to allow the musicians leave to prepare something of great amusement.

In all, the Innkeeper was thankful that she could rely upon Aylwen to see to the daily running of the Inn and Talan to the building. He was a timid lad but she hoped that by giving him responsibility he would come out of his shyness a bit. Certainly he had done well so far, supervising the workmen on the stable.

But this nasty bit of interference from the Hall.... Bethberry shook her head. This was something new, officials nosing about pettily in citizens' own affairs. Clearly there were changes afoot in Meduseld and not for the best.

Then she turned to read a letter from the young lass, Shrae. Bethberry knew of the brother's work. He was well regarded in the small community of Edoras. She wrote a quick reply, accepting the offer of help, and rose to hand her note to Iona.

"Mrrrrooowww!"

Bethberry nearly jumped as she narrowly avoided stepping on a cat who had, unseen, decided to lay claim to the territory around her feet.

"Goldwine, you'd best take care to keep out of the way, for not all of your subjects are likely to make room for you," she laughed.

"Harumpf," snorted a voice on the other side of her desk. Bethberry turned to see a narrow-eyed, pouting Madi, his hands grasping her desk with white knuckles, glaring at her.

"Beasts don't talk so why are you talking to that creature?" he demanded.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 12:11 PM January 28, 2004: Message edited by: Bêthberry ]

01-28-2004, 08:44 AM	#293
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	The Innkeeper, trying to read through all the documentation from the Golden Hall in its florid style of order and authority, kept thinking about the comings and goings in the Great Hall. Having observed the new girl, Sigrid, scrubbing the laundry, the Innkeeper had been satisfied the girl would do well, very well, as long as she avoided the too friendly attentions of the many male patrons of the Inn. The girl had sat long alone at table last night before she ate and Bethberry read a story into that which would bear remembering and then seemed to have attracted the attention of yet another stranger, this one somewhat unsavoury. Yet the girl had deported herself well and Bethberry was pleased. And the plans for entertainment! They would have to be made! She would leave a note for Aywlen to allow the musicians leave to prepare something of great amusement. In all, the Innkeeper was thankful that she could rely upon Aylwen to see to the daily running of the Inn and Talan to the building. He was a timid lad but she hoped that by giving him responsibility he would come out of his shyness a bit. Certainly he had done well so far, supervising the workmen on the stable. But this nasty bit of interference from the Hall.... Bethberry shook her head. This was something new, officials nosing about pettily in citizens' own affairs. Clearly there were changes afoot in Meduseld and not for the best. Then she turned to read a letter from the young lass, Shrae. Bethberry knew of the brother's work. He was well regarded in the small community of Edoras. She wrote a quick reply, accepting the offer of help, and rose to hand her note to Iona. "Mrrrrooowww!" Bethberry nearly jumped as she narrowly avoided stepping on a cat who had, unseen, decided to lay claim to the territory around her feet. "Goldwine, you'd best take care to keep out of the way, for not all of your subjects are likely to make room for you," she laughed. "Harumpf," snorted a voice on the other side of her desk. Bethberry turned to see a narrow-eyed, pouting Madi, his hands grasping her desk with white knuckles, glaring at her. "Beasts don't talk so why are you talking to that creature?" he demanded. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 12:11 PM January 28, 2004: Message edited by: Bêthberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.