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Boromir88 · 03-05-2005, 10:16 PM

"I don't care about meeting anyone." Alrik muttered under his breath, but somehow he got the impression that the inkeeper heard him. "I'm not staying long anyway." Alrik hungrily dug into his eggs and finished them quickly. Then he sat quietly sipping his tea.

Where is he? He's supposed to be here. Durn him, if he makes me wait..I'll...Alrik stuck his hand in the same pocket he stuffed the paper in. "He better get here." he grunted. Alrik waved over the inkeeper and asked her to bring him some more tea. "Hold up," he shouted, "are there any rooms available? I get the feeling I'm going to need to stay the night." The lady continued to study him, and appeared to be debating whether she wanted Alrik as a guest or not. "Well...are there any rooms or not?" he said impatiently. He was beginning to get fed up with the people around here.

Esgallhugwen · 03-06-2005, 04:50 PM

Luck at last!

Finally some suitable cloths worth walking around in. Ruthven had helped her shovel through the piles and hangers picking out this and that, that would be most suitable for Gudryn.

She couldn't believe some of the things these women left behind. Rich colours everywhere, it was difficult to choose between the blue breeches and the long dark green skirt.

She chose the skirt and a black blouse with silver horses running up the sleeves. In fact the sleeves were long enough that they ended just before her fingertips, but she liked it that way, it covered up her bruises.

Gudryn was silently happy that there were boots inside the closet as well, her luck held out as they fit perfectly.

She blushed profusely as Ruthven told her how pretty she looked, the old lady giggled and sent her on her way back to Eodwine and the other men. But before she reached them Ruthven rushed up to her, "wouldn't want ye to be getting cold out there again, take this".

She held out a fine cloak that had been hidden far behind the other clothes, it was soft to the touch and Gudryn knew it was meant for someone of higher rank then herself.

The young girl took it with many thanks and began to walk back to the group draping it around her shoulders, clasping it together with the fine silver pin it came with.

She met the others at the door and soon with their goodbyes and promises to return for dinner they set out for Meduseld.

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Bêthberry · 03-08-2005, 02:04 PM

Bethberry was exasperated by the ways of this strange, morose man. She had not expected him to be so picky about his room, but he was. That in itself increased her suspicion of him, although she did try to remind herself not to be too critical simply because he appeared to be a loner.

First she had chosen a room on the main floor, thinking that with his lame leg and limp he would not want to climb stairs. That room had not satisfied Alrik. He found fault with the blustery wind coming through a loose pane of glass in the window. He found fault with it being too far away from the main hall. The second room she showed him lacked a fireplace, being close to the huge chimney from the kitchen, that did not satisfy him either. The third room had its own fireplace and its window had been newly chinked to keep out the cold. Yet for nigh on to half an hour they had haggled over the price. Bethberry was ready to wish she had never agreed to show him a room, but something about the way he kept checking the paper in his pocket made her think that perhaps they had best keep a watch on him.

The rest of the morning she took up with balancing the ledger and talking with Frodides about the market order. That woman was a marvel, running the kitchen so well, with always fresh food and enough to satisfy many tastes. Then the light rain ruined the laundry and Bethberry had spent a good part of the afternoon helping the chambermaids carry linens and sheets upstairs and down from the spare linen closet. She had, in fact, been surprised late in the afternoon when she came upon Alrik just standing on the landing to his floor. What he had beendoing she could not imagine, and so at first chance she had spoken with Frodides' husband about him. Their second oldest boy was to keep an eye out on this strange man.

Finally, as afternoon wore on into early evening and supper time approached, Bethberry sat down by the fire in the Great Hall, a pot of tea in front of her, her eyes watching the street out the far window, to see if any strangers walked past the Horse. She waited for Ruthven to return, and became impatient wondering what tales Eowdwine and Falco would bring back from the Golden Hall.

03-05-2005, 10:16 PM	#1
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	Alrik "I don't care about meeting anyone." Alrik muttered under his breath, but somehow he got the impression that the inkeeper heard him. "I'm not staying long anyway." Alrik hungrily dug into his eggs and finished them quickly. Then he sat quietly sipping his tea. Where is he? He's supposed to be here. Durn him, if he makes me wait..I'll...Alrik stuck his hand in the same pocket he stuffed the paper in. "He better get here." he grunted. Alrik waved over the inkeeper and asked her to bring him some more tea. "Hold up," he shouted, "are there any rooms available? I get the feeling I'm going to need to stay the night." The lady continued to study him, and appeared to be debating whether she wanted Alrik as a guest or not. "Well...are there any rooms or not?" he said impatiently. He was beginning to get fed up with the people around here.

03-06-2005, 04:50 PM	#2
Esgallhugwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Where the Moon cries against the snow Posts: 526	Gudryn Luck at last! Finally some suitable cloths worth walking around in. Ruthven had helped her shovel through the piles and hangers picking out this and that, that would be most suitable for Gudryn. She couldn't believe some of the things these women left behind. Rich colours everywhere, it was difficult to choose between the blue breeches and the long dark green skirt. She chose the skirt and a black blouse with silver horses running up the sleeves. In fact the sleeves were long enough that they ended just before her fingertips, but she liked it that way, it covered up her bruises. Gudryn was silently happy that there were boots inside the closet as well, her luck held out as they fit perfectly. She blushed profusely as Ruthven told her how pretty she looked, the old lady giggled and sent her on her way back to Eodwine and the other men. But before she reached them Ruthven rushed up to her, "wouldn't want ye to be getting cold out there again, take this". She held out a fine cloak that had been hidden far behind the other clothes, it was soft to the touch and Gudryn knew it was meant for someone of higher rank then herself. The young girl took it with many thanks and began to walk back to the group draping it around her shoulders, clasping it together with the fine silver pin it came with. She met the others at the door and soon with their goodbyes and promises to return for dinner they set out for Meduseld. ~~~~ Last edited by Bêthberry; 03-14-2005 at 02:39 PM. Reason: juggling posts for timing

03-08-2005, 02:04 PM	#3
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	Bethberry was exasperated by the ways of this strange, morose man. She had not expected him to be so picky about his room, but he was. That in itself increased her suspicion of him, although she did try to remind herself not to be too critical simply because he appeared to be a loner. First she had chosen a room on the main floor, thinking that with his lame leg and limp he would not want to climb stairs. That room had not satisfied Alrik. He found fault with the blustery wind coming through a loose pane of glass in the window. He found fault with it being too far away from the main hall. The second room she showed him lacked a fireplace, being close to the huge chimney from the kitchen, that did not satisfy him either. The third room had its own fireplace and its window had been newly chinked to keep out the cold. Yet for nigh on to half an hour they had haggled over the price. Bethberry was ready to wish she had never agreed to show him a room, but something about the way he kept checking the paper in his pocket made her think that perhaps they had best keep a watch on him. The rest of the morning she took up with balancing the ledger and talking with Frodides about the market order. That woman was a marvel, running the kitchen so well, with always fresh food and enough to satisfy many tastes. Then the light rain ruined the laundry and Bethberry had spent a good part of the afternoon helping the chambermaids carry linens and sheets upstairs and down from the spare linen closet. She had, in fact, been surprised late in the afternoon when she came upon Alrik just standing on the landing to his floor. What he had beendoing she could not imagine, and so at first chance she had spoken with Frodides' husband about him. Their second oldest boy was to keep an eye out on this strange man. Finally, as afternoon wore on into early evening and supper time approached, Bethberry sat down by the fire in the Great Hall, a pot of tea in front of her, her eyes watching the street out the far window, to see if any strangers walked past the Horse. She waited for Ruthven to return, and became impatient wondering what tales Eowdwine and Falco would bring back from the Golden Hall.