Beren watched the innkeeper as she strolled out of the stables, and into the night beyond. The elf's comments still ligered in his mind, as it attempted to wrap itself around their idle subtlety. Suddenly a light of thought erupted into darkness of his steadily thinking mind, amid the events of the day which were running through wanderingly. Suddenly he realised why his nerves tightened as they had, he was finally alone with the innkeeper, for the moment anyway. He raced with some interesting comment to engage her with, to catch her attention.
"Aman! I've just remembered, I'm to be moving into the spare bedroom of the stables, alongside Derufin. I'll be needing linens to adorn the bed, as I've only a blanket that was left in the room." Beren spoke the words in a rush, happy to have thought of a comment. Suddenly he realised what he had just said. He was alone with the lovely innkeeper, his once chance to show her that he was not a traveling buffoon who's skills were limited to that of curing bumps begotten from coatracks, and he had wasted the moment on linens! "I don't mean to trouble you farther that is, being as how hectic the situation seems to be this evening..."
"Oh, don't concern yourself with that, it seems to always be this busy in the Inn, no matter what season it is." She smiled at him, the white gleam puncturing his nervousness. "Come on in with me, and I'll see what I can find. I doubt they've all been used recently, the Inn isn't completely full of guests, at any rate."
He smiled at her, still following along the beaten-dirt path to the door of the Inn. The stables weren't far away, but they were both going slow, enjoying the serenity of the night, and perhaps, the company of each other.
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