[Finiel]

"Busy as a bee, isn't she?" Sarah said as she saw Derufin glanced at the innkeeper.

"I wonder what happened to Dwarin," she said to herself but Derufin heard her."

Pardon ma'm?" he asked.

"Oh nothing. Just wondering what happened to the former innkeeper. I was born in Lossernach but grew up travelling the country. My father was a merchant...until we were attacked by orcs on our way back to Helm's Deep," she was quiet for a moment remembering the horrible experience," but luckily some of us were saved by the soldiers of Rohan" she said at last with a smile.

The room was now getting crowded and it was a bit weird that nobody was sharing their sotry at this time of hour. And Sarah marveled at the guests who seemed to be in the common room for ages drinking ale or beer or any alcoholic drink but nobody seems to get drunk. Goodness! are there holes in their stomachs?! she thought.