‘Now what’s going on out there?’ Rowan asked, fetching one of the bigger aprons for Gable.
“Well, a strange man fainted. I came in from the stables to get my, uh, some things.” Gable explained, since she still liked to keep the bow and arrows mostly a secret, only a few hobbits and visitors had ever actually seen her with them. “And Tollers was with a man who had fainted. I gave him some water then fetched the healer, Doc Puddifoot.”
Gable put on the apron, and started working on the dishes. She stacked them and put them away as she worked, her mind drifting back and forth from her work, and the pony, and the pony’s owner, who is either dead, or hurt, or lost…
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