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?"
Eda returns to the kitchen as they are finishing up the dishes.
"Yes, go ahead. Tall Wymond should be there to help you wi' anything you need."
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.
The young woman quickly returns to the kitchen.
While Gruntil and Llewnar wait for Randel to return, a different young woman exits the kitchen. She is tall, about fifteen -- the same age as the other -- and wearing a leather jacket.
While Gruntil and Llewnar wait for Randel to return, a different young woman exits the kitchen. She is tall, about fifteen -- the same age as the other -- and wearing a leather jacket.
Llewnar turns to Gruntil. "Right, squire. I'm off to attempt finding my room in this place. You are free to spend your free time however you wish.' With that, Llewnar stomps off up a flight of stairs.
Gruntil, still massaging his bunion-encrusted feet, gives the girl in leather a horrific glare from underneath the brim of his coif. Absent-mindedly he puts a toe in his mouth and sucks it, before shuffling around, turning his back to the stranger.
The red-cloaked man goes up the stairs. The goblin glares at Tasha before turning away.
Reaching the stable, she finds her horse there where she left him, safe and sound. Tall Wymond is also present, mucking out stalls.
*Nods at Tall Wymond, and walks to horse.* "Hay there boy." horse trots over and nuzzles me happily.
Tall Wymond nods in return.
While Tasha is tending to her horse, a pot-bellied, balding man walks in, accompanied by a large, smiling man and a boy younger than Daw. They are leading several horses, which they tie up in the empty stalls, occupying most of the available spaces. "Welcome back, Randel, Noll, Hamon. How was the walk?"
*Nods at Tall Wymond, and walks to horse.* "Hay there boy." horse trots over and nuzzles me happily.
Tall Wymond nods in return.
While Tasha is tending to her horse, a pot-bellied, balding man walks in, accompanied by a large, smiling man and a boy younger than Daw. They are leading several horses, which they tie up in the empty stalls, occupying most of the available spaces. "Welcome back, Randel, Noll, Hamon. How was the walk?"
While Tasha is tending to her horse, a pot-bellied, balding man walks in, accompanied by a large, smiling man and a boy younger than Daw. They are leading several horses, which they tie up in the empty stalls, occupying most of the available spaces. "Welcome back, Randel, Noll, Hamon. How was the walk?"
"Same as always," says the pot-bellied man.
*Watches them out of the corner of her eye.*
Tall Wymond catches Tasha's eye and says, pointing at the balding man, "'Ey, this is Randel. 'E owns the whole place. You needed t'ask 'im something', right?"
Tall Wymond catches Tasha's eye and says, pointing at the balding man, "'Ey, this is Randel. 'E owns the whole place. You needed t'ask 'im something', right?"
*Walks over* "Hello Sir. I was wondering if it would be alright if I slept in the stables with my horse?" *Nods towards horse* I'll be paying rent and board of course."
Tall Wymond catches Tasha's eye and says, pointing at the balding man, "'Ey, this is Randel. 'E owns the whole place. You needed t'ask 'im something', right?"
*Walks over* "Hello Sir. I was wondering if it would be alright if I slept in the stables with my horse?" *Nods towards horse* I'll be paying rent and board of course."
Randel glares at Tasha. "An' leave you in 'ere wi' my 'orses? I'll have t'think about it. Talk t'me after th' dinner rush." He stomps off to the inn. None of the others follow him.
