Gwen tired quickly of this sort of thing. She hated things where she could hardly breath for the people crushing her; so she slipped away quietly. Out side the hall she found a nook in the wall. Taking out her book she flopped to the stone floor and started to read.
The book was good, and the time passed, as did many servants and such. She paid no attention to the servants or the time. When in the thrall of a good book not much could get to her, except her mistress, Dryea. She wondered where the others in her group were.
" Probably gawking over some man," she thought. Going back to her book, she missed feasting dancing and all the rest. The servants that were running endlessly by her were laden with food, dished and all assortment of other things, a few of the careless men who were too drunk to walk..... The people here made her sick. They were all so together. She took an apple out of her Pocket and started to eat it as she continued to read her book and think. Hoping that her mistress would not need her services any time soon.
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Bloody Stumps!!!
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