The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

While leaning against the counter, staring out in the crowd of people sitting eating, drinking, talking someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and noticed that Aman stood there, smiling gently towards him. He got his mug refilled with more ale and he smiled to her.

"Do you wish to have a room for the night?" Aman asked, smiling politely to him.

Isilmë nodded and thought that it would be best to have it overwith now, so it was done and he didnt have to bother anymore. He signed the logbook and was given a beautiful key, in the shape of a dragon.

Isilmë smiled back at Aman and examined the key he had been given. Interesting key indeed, he thought and put it safely away in his pocket. "Thank you, miz." He said and half-bowed, as much as he could actually, before he would hit his head in the counter. "And no thank you, I am just fine for now." Isilmë added while nodding, catching Amans gaze that slightly looked away in another direction. He looked where she did and noticed that she was staring at a man with blonde hair, standing with the back against her.

"Is everything allright, miz?" Isilmë said after a quite long time of silence between them.

"I'm fine, just fine." Aman replied quickly and looked back at Isilmë again.

Isilmë smiled and took another sip of his newly refilled ale. "So, do you have any news to tell?" Isilmë said again after a while, now finished his ale and handed Aman the mug. She put it away with a few other mugs that required dishing and then turned back to Isilmë.

"News you say?" Aman looked like she was thinking of something, and Isilmë awaited her reply. As it had been long since he last was here, he was very curious to know what had happened while he was away.

[Tevildo]

Camille stood in the kitchen of the Inn energetically scrubbing a stack of dishes in a large tub of soapy water that Ruby had provided for her. When Camille had returned to the Dragon late that afternoon, Cook had given her a list of chores for the evening and said that she could ask Ruby or Buttercup for help if she encountered any special difficulties.

So far there had been no difficulties. Camille sang softly to herself as she did her chores, all the while reflecting on the events that had happened earlier that day. She had thanked Mithalwen for her offer of help and said that she would be most grateful if the Elf could assist in bringing her brother Rory up to the Dragon later that evening. Camille was actually delighted with this idea. If Mithalwen carried Rory, not only would this make it easier for Falco, but it would give her mother and Falco additional time to talk by themselves, which is just what Camille had hoped would happen. Perhaps Falco would even take her mother gently by the arm and guide her down the muddy path to be certain that she did not slip.

With everything settled so nicely, Camille had scurried off to her mother's burrow and explained what was happening, leaving out the parts about the dress in the bag or how she hoped that her Ma would get along nicely with Mister Falco. Hearing what was to happen, her mother had done some quick stitching and cutting so that her own spare dress would fit Camille. "Can't have you starting work at the Inn looking like a hooligan, can we now?" Her mother had listened with interest when Camille told her what was to happen later that evening and had laughed with approval, "Such a resourceful young lass! Doing a bit of laundry for a guest at the Inn is a good idea. Yes, if one of your friends can help Rory, we'll wait for them to come here and then walk together to the Inn for a little dinner. An evening out would be a rare treat." With the assurance that Rory and her mother would be joining her at the Dragon, Camille had trotted back to the Inn and reported to Cook for work.

Just as she finished scrubbing and rinsing the last of the dishes and platters, Buttercup hurried in and handed Camille a large sack of carrots and onions and another of mushrooms with instructions to clean and pare them. "Cook already has a stew simmering," Buttercup explained, "but it looks as if we're in for a big crowd tonight. We'll need an extra mushroom pie or two, and a pot of carrots cooked in butter. Just work on these vegetables and give them to Cook as soon as you finish." Camille immediately set to work with the cleaning and chopping, while keeping one eye on the Common Room to see when her mother and brother would arrive.

[piosenniel]

Sharya finds herself helping out . . .

‘Ms Bunce, I was wondering, if you had anything that I could help with, for perhaps a meal or two . . .’

The words had come out of the woman’s mouth in such a rush and tumble that Cook almost asked her to repeat herself. Instead, she just said, ‘Slow down, Miss! These old ears can’t listen as quickly as your tongue can wag!’ Cook looked the woman up and down, and decided she looked able enough. She directed her over to where Camille was just starting to clean off the carrots and mushrooms that Buttercup had brought in.

‘You can help Camille, here, get the carrots chopped in nice thick rounds and put into this big pot to be set to boil.’ Cook took down one of the mid sized kettles and put it on the table. ‘Now mind you don’t boil them to mush. They need to have some gumption left in them when we serve them with butter.’ Next, she showed them the seven big pie plates she had lined with pastry. ‘I’ll be wanting the mushrooms and onions sliced thin and layered in the pie pans . . . heaped up just a bit above the rims. Once you’re done, I’ll dot them with butter, put the top crust on and pop them in the oven.’

She got out some large cutting boards and knives for Camille and Sharya and giving Sharya an apron to put on, bade them hop to it.