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Ruby and the green cloaked newcomer . . .
‘My goodness,’ thought Ruby to herself as she eyed the newcomer to the Inn. ‘She must be awfully tired to have mistaken that table for one she can fit under.’ Ruby walked quickly to where the green cloaked woman had sat down. She’d brought a steaming mug of tea with her, for the poor creature did look cold.
‘Pardon me, miss,’ she said, a welcoming smile on her face. ‘But I think you’d be more comfortable at one of the tables over here.’ She waited as the women got up from the cramped seat, then bade her follow her. There was a nice table by the fire, with a chair just the size for one of the Big Folk.’ Ruby sat the mug in front of the woman, then offered to hang up her cloak if she wished. ‘Over there, by the door, Miss, is where I’ll put it. That way it can dry out a bit.’
‘My name’s Ruby, by the way. One of the servers at the Inn. We’ve got some lovely bean and ham soup, with bread and cheese, and apple crisp for after. A nice hot lunch for a wet, cold afternoon, don’t you think? And I’ve brought you some tea – just to warm up with. But there’s ale and cider and cold, clear water from the well, too.’ Ruby stood with an expectant look on her face, waiting for the guest’s order . . .
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