[Child of the 7th Age]

As the Inn came to life with the hustle and bustle of the morning, Cami awoke in her chair beside the hearth. She had apparently slept there all night, with a woolen blanket draped loosely over her knees, dozing off and on and dreaming of better days. As the rays from the sun streamed through the Inn's front windows, consciousness slowly returned, making Cami acutely aware of the throbbing pain that still shot up her right side. She straightened up and stretched, then shuffled over to the bar to pour herself a drink of water and gulp down her herbal remedies.

Piosenniel had also roused, and was attempting to scurry this way and that, answering the cries of many hobbits inquiring about first and second breakfast. Even with Elanor's help, and Rie and Nurumaiel pitching in last night, Piosenniel had been hard pressed to tend bar, do the cooking and serving, and still keep the bedrooms of the Inn neat and tidy. Nor were things much better this morning. Pio obviously needed help, which Cami unfortunately could not provide. A wave of frustration came over her...so much to do and too few hands to do it. What a dreadful time to pick to tumble down a stairwell.

But perhaps there was a way out of this mess. It was then that Cami saw the small hobbit, the one named Laurie, walking towards her and holding a letter in her hand.

[ January 03, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]