As Saeryn went to Cerwyn, Garreth Smith came into the Hall, dripping wet and baleful in the eyes.
"Ho Garreth!" said Eodwine. "How are things at the smithy?"
"Well enough, toasty and smelling of metal and sweat, as always. But it'll be smelling of dung and so will this place afore long. The dung pit's overrun its bounds. He lifted one muddy boot. Eodwine realized with a wrinkle of his nose that it wasn't just mud on that boot.
"Oh for the love of..." he muttered. "I had better go see."
"You won't have to travel far."
Eodwine sighed and followed Garreth out the door.
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