The tavern is emptier now than when Llewnar was there earlier. A man and a woman, whom Llewnar vaguely recalls having seen while he was in earlier, are the only customers present, and even they are now leaving their table. A young woman, who, judging by her outfit, woks at the tavern, is entering the kitchen.
Llewnar takes a look around for Randel, the man he'd been speaking to earlier.
Llewnar walks a few steps forward and then shouts towards the kitchen. "You in there, cook! Do you know were Randel is?!"
As he approaches the kitchen, the young woman who had just entered it returns to the main room. "He's, um, taking the horses out right now, sir. Um, is there anything I could help you with?"
Llewnar walks a few steps forward and then shouts towards the kitchen. "You in there, cook! Do you know were Randel is?!"
As he approaches the kitchen, the young woman who had just entered it returns to the main room. "He's, um, taking the horses out right now, sir. Um, is there anything I could help you with?"
Llewnar looks displeased. 'I have money to pay him for a room for my squire - and I must have goat's cream, for my squire's foot bunions. Without the cream they will become contagious!'
As he approaches the kitchen, the young woman who had just entered it returns to the main room. "He's, um, taking the horses out right now, sir. Um, is there anything I could help you with?"
Llewnar looks displeased. 'I have money to pay him for a room for my squire - and I must have goat's cream, for my squire's foot bunions. Without the cream they will become contagious!'
"I can, um, take your money, sir, and give it to him when he returns. I don't know about goat's cream. Um, one second." She leans into the kitchen. Muffled voices can be heard.
A few seconds later, the young woman returns. "Um, sorry, sir, we don't carry goat's cream. We do have, um, cow's cream, though."
"I just" *turns away* "... nothing, My nerves are a bit shot."
Before Molle can say anything, Eda peers into the kitchen. "Ma! Do we 'ave any goat's cream? He wants goat's cream."
"No, we don't 'ave goat's cream!" replies her ma, "And, Daw, before you ask, you are not going to go out looking for some. This is an inn. We got what we got, and that's that. Oh, tell him we have cow's cream."
Llewnar looks displeased. 'I have money to pay him for a room for my squire - and I must have goat's cream, for my squire's foot bunions. Without the cream they will become contagious!'
"I can, um, take your money, sir, and give it to him when he returns. I don't know about goat's cream. Um, one second." She leans into the kitchen. Muffled voices can be heard.
A few seconds later, the young woman returns. "Um, sorry, sir, we don't carry goat's cream. We do have, um, cow's cream, though."
Gruntil moans and rubs his feet.
Llewnar looks annoyed, but gives the money. "Guess it'll have to do."
"I can, um, take your money, sir, and give it to him when he returns. I don't know about goat's cream. Um, one second." She leans into the kitchen. Muffled voices can be heard.
A few seconds later, the young woman returns. "Um, sorry, sir, we don't carry goat's cream. We do have, um, cow's cream, though."
Gruntil moans and rubs his feet.
Llewnar looks annoyed, but gives the money. "Guess it'll have to do."
The young woman accepts the money. "Thank you, sir." She returns to the kitchen, and, a few minutes later, returns with the cream, handing it to Gruntil.
Llewnar looks annoyed, but gives the money. "Guess it'll have to do."
The young woman accepts the money. "Thank you, sir." She returns to the kitchen, and, a few minutes later, returns with the cream, handing it to Gruntil.
Gruntil grabs the cream, sticks three filthy fingers into the pot and then wipes it all over his oversized foot. After he's finished, he puts his finger back in the pot and swipes out a dollop to eat.
"I just" *turns away* "... nothing, My nerves are a bit shot."
Before Molle can say anything, Eda peers into the kitchen. "Ma! Do we 'ave any goat's cream? He wants goat's cream."
"No, we don't 'ave goat's cream!" replies her ma, "And, Daw, before you ask, you are not going to go out looking for some. This is an inn. We got what we got, and that's that. Oh, tell him we have cow's cream."
"Yes, Ma." Eda goes back to the main room.
"Mam, the dishes are done. I think I'll go check on my hours if that's alright?"
The young woman accepts the money. "Thank you, sir." She returns to the kitchen, and, a few minutes later, returns with the cream, handing it to Gruntil.
Gruntil grabs the cream, sticks three filthy fingers into the pot and then wipes it all over his oversized foot. After he's finished, he puts his finger back in the pot and swipes out a dollop to eat.
