Ceryl
People were beginning to flow into the Common Room faster now; there was a tired-looking mother with a golden-haired lass, bouncing with unspent energy. The lass, that is. An old man walked slowly into the room and sank into a chair comfortably. Ceryl's stomach rumbled and she got up off her stool, walking towards Aylwen.
"Miss Aylwen, could I please have a mug of hot tea, and perhaps a biscuit? Thank you so much," she said. Aylwen came to her with the tea and biscuit, smiling, and Ceryl thanked her profusely and went back to her seat. She took a sip of tea and a bite of biscuit and sighed in contentment. The Horse's food was excellent, far better than any other Inn in Rohan (that Ceryl knew of!). She sat happily in her seat, munching the biscuit, drinking her tea and simply observing the others in the Common Room.
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