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Bêthberry · 04-23-2005, 01:33 PM

All thoughts of a first lesson in the healing arts were dashed for the time being with the sudden arrival of the messenger from the Golden Hall. Bethberry nodded to Odessa and Faleron to return to the Mead Hall for the present. As for the vainglorious Garreth, Bethberry grabbed the collar of his tunic and somewhat firmly redirected his unsteady steps towards his twin.

"Whoa there, Mishtrish Merrygoround, I am desirous of becoming acquainted with the softer parts of the Horse's linen establishment." Garreth giggled as he contempled his sense of humour. "Hick. Mishtrish Merrygoberry." He giggled again and a supremely idiotic grin took over his face.

"Let me show you the quality of our kitchen linen, Garreth." With that the Innkeeper walked the sodden lad into the kitchen. Frodides looked up from her work, gave Bethberry a knowing nod, and pointed to the large wooden basin beside a barrel of water.

Without ceremony, Bethberry doused Garreth's head into the barrel of water, then lifted it up. He sputtered and blew some of the water off his face. After he had caught his breath, Bethberry dumped his head again into the barrel, then up again, then down. After several bouts of this bracing close encounter of a liquid kind he had not forseen, Garreth seemed somewhat more sobre. Frodides threw him a towel to dry his face.

"Make yourself presentable and ready, Hero, and return to the Mead Hall, for this night you may do real battle."

"Frodides, I need Leofan's and Gomen's help. Can you go to the stables immediately and ask them to close all the shutters on the main floor? Make sure particularly that they are bolted from the inside. Then, can you and Maercwen close the shutters in the rooms on the second floor? I will return to assist you once I have more news from the Guard of the Golden Hall."

"Trouble Mistress Bethberry?"

"It would seem so. Apparently the guards at the gate are holding back this Rand fellow. And he seems none too eager to observe their demand."

"I'm off immediately to Leofan."

"Ask him, please, to join me once the windows are barred." She turned to leave, and then turned back to Frodides. "Best to lock the barrels of ale too. And maybe brew prodigous amounts of coffee and tea. People always wondered why I brought in those strange beans. Now they will know."

With that, Bethberry hurried off to the Mead Hall herself, for more news from this Guard and some quiet conference with Eodwine.

04-23-2005, 01:33 PM	#446
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	Not to the mattresses All thoughts of a first lesson in the healing arts were dashed for the time being with the sudden arrival of the messenger from the Golden Hall. Bethberry nodded to Odessa and Faleron to return to the Mead Hall for the present. As for the vainglorious Garreth, Bethberry grabbed the collar of his tunic and somewhat firmly redirected his unsteady steps towards his twin. "Whoa there, Mishtrish Merrygoround, I am desirous of becoming acquainted with the softer parts of the Horse's linen establishment." Garreth giggled as he contempled his sense of humour. "Hick. Mishtrish Merrygoberry." He giggled again and a supremely idiotic grin took over his face. "Let me show you the quality of our kitchen linen, Garreth." With that the Innkeeper walked the sodden lad into the kitchen. Frodides looked up from her work, gave Bethberry a knowing nod, and pointed to the large wooden basin beside a barrel of water. Without ceremony, Bethberry doused Garreth's head into the barrel of water, then lifted it up. He sputtered and blew some of the water off his face. After he had caught his breath, Bethberry dumped his head again into the barrel, then up again, then down. After several bouts of this bracing close encounter of a liquid kind he had not forseen, Garreth seemed somewhat more sobre. Frodides threw him a towel to dry his face. "Make yourself presentable and ready, Hero, and return to the Mead Hall, for this night you may do real battle." "Frodides, I need Leofan's and Gomen's help. Can you go to the stables immediately and ask them to close all the shutters on the main floor? Make sure particularly that they are bolted from the inside. Then, can you and Maercwen close the shutters in the rooms on the second floor? I will return to assist you once I have more news from the Guard of the Golden Hall." "Trouble Mistress Bethberry?" "It would seem so. Apparently the guards at the gate are holding back this Rand fellow. And he seems none too eager to observe their demand." "I'm off immediately to Leofan." "Ask him, please, to join me once the windows are barred." She turned to leave, and then turned back to Frodides. "Best to lock the barrels of ale too. And maybe brew prodigous amounts of coffee and tea. People always wondered why I brought in those strange beans. Now they will know." With that, Bethberry hurried off to the Mead Hall herself, for more news from this Guard and some quiet conference with Eodwine. __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.