Lachlan's cart finally rounded the corner to the street where the White Inn lay, and Talan jumped down, or more correctly, fell down with all his packages.
He piled them together and then turned towards the cart. "Thanks for the lift, mister, that was mighty kind of ye," he said with a little smile to Lachlan. He then turned to Iswyn and offered her a hand to help her out of the cart.
Iswyn looked at his extended hand for a few seconds, unsure of she should accept it. But finally she allowed Talan to help her down, and she also took her leave of Lachlan. Talan managed to get a hold of their shoppings and also have a firm grip of Iswyn's hand.
It was not as if he thought something would happen to her; after all, the White Inn lay just down the street. But he felt responsible for her, as if she was a sister that their father had told to take care of; and he had failed.
Therefore, he took a good hold of her hand, sent her a reassuring smile and then walked down the street towards the White Inn.
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Two beer or not two beer, that is the question; by Shakesbeer
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