"Ah, there you are, lassy!" cried Garreth. Saeryn had just entered the hall. He bent at the waist to bring his eyes down to the level of the girls. "And who might this pretty young friend of yours be, Saeryn lass?"
"Garreth," said Bęthberry with authority, "since you haven't reserved a room as well as board, I'll not have you dallying about in my hallways. Back to the Common room with you! You can greet the lasses in the better light out there."
"But-" Garreth started.
"Get!" Bęthberry pointed back down the hall.
"Yes'm." Garreth turned, shamefaced, and loped back down the hallway to the common room.
"He and his twin brother Harreld are smiths of Edoras. They eat here often, seeing as many lasses have been known to come and go. Those two are ready to marry the next thing in a skirt that comes through a door. So be on your guard, my sweets."
Saeryn winked to Bęthberry as Ćňel nodded her head slowly and earnestly.
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