Bethberry raised her hand to the server and with some amusement shook her head. "No mulled wine, thank you."
A cheery grin broke out over her face and her laughter proved lighthearted rather than throaty.
"Our customs here are more plain, perhaps less sauve, than those you may be more familiar with, Master Traveller. Folk here do not stand on ceremony nor observe some of the more intricate rituals of lands more sophisticated than ours. I have come to ask you if you saw any others on the road? Came you from Minas Arnor? The Great West Road? There would be several riders, perhaps leading many horses. We had a theft here recently and those who pursued the thieves have not returned. I have sent my falcon, Wyrd to look for them, but he has not returned yet either."
The traveller shook his head. "No, my lady."
"Ah. I had so been hoping," remarked the Inkeeper with undisguised disappointment. "We are much worried."
He nodded.
Bethberry then looked down at the charms, and turned them over in her small hands.
"These are uncommon and quite lovely. You are sure you wish to part with them? It must then be your custom to barter goods as you travel?
[ February 07, 2003: Message edited by: Bethberry ]
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