[Esgallhugwen]

Esgallhugwen was guided gently inside the kitchen by Aman to see if Cook could give her some work to do. Lira and Aman had gone down to the winecellar for a while until a cry broke out up above.

Esgallhugwen looked a little bewildered as Aman raced up the stairs to see what was wrong.

Horrid images raced through her head at the cry. 'Fire!' Esgallhugwen uttered, Cook gave her an odd stare. Fire, she shuddered, lucky for her the fire in her room had been only a small Hobbit fire or she would not have gone near it. A large fire would not suit her at all, too many memories, the pyre that her home had become and the orcs used large fires to heat their blades and other torture devices... slashing her and beating her with the hot crude metal. Aside... aside, push it back, beat it back with the light!

Going back to the Inn kitchen, she stood by Cook waiting patiently to see if she had any duties that Esgallhugwen would be more than happy to help out. She needed something to keep her mind busy.