A strange, cold draft circled Bethberry's shoulders despite the heat of the large hearth. She looked away from the traveller towards the door. There, standing alone and with a face of forelorn defeat stood Ćlfritha, unmoving. Bethberry excused herself and almost ran to the woman. A few words between them, and they retreated to Bethberry's office.
Awhile later a subdued Innkeeper emerged, spoke with a snarly Fróma, and then searched the meadhall for Culoth.
"Culoth, we might be have a large group of gamers show up and Fróma is in no condition to prepare a large dinner himself. Will you help him? I offer you room and board for today and tomorrow. Do you know of anyone else here who could help?"
"Gladly do I accept the offer. I think Rochelle could help."
"Fine, let's both go talk with her and see if she is interested."
The two approached Rochelle, the Innkeeper introduced Culoth and the offer of room and board in exchange for help in the kitchen, and then waited to see if Rochelle would accept.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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