[Bêthberry]

With some happiness, the Innkeeper noticed the slowly growing group of story-tellers who were frequenting the White Horse.

She watched as Sofiya found her way to the table of Galadel and Marco. Perhaps Sofiya would join their song? Or offer her own in support of theirs? Their interactions had already won an intrigued audience which was wanting and waiting for more.

But the Innkeeper's attention was drawn back to Maikadurion's earnest request. She was indeed drawn to something about this elf, who had a steady hand for the well-strung word.

"Well, Maikadurion, I suspect you will not want to be staying here for a great length of time, other stories calling out to you, but I could use help here in The White Horse as we become busier with seasonal travellers.

I will offer you room and board, plus a small fair rate of renumeration. But this you must accept as your primary work here, to weave tales out of customers. Good help in Inns know how to keep an ear out, listening to patrons and drawing them on. Do you accept this work?" Bethberry looked at Maikadurion, the sharp one, and waited while he contemplated a reply.

Turning then to this man called Guthrin, she acknowledge his question. "Indeed, there are several here who know of your tale. You might be meeting with Ælfritha shortly and will have something to share with her. I have heard it said she has her own stories to tell; perhaps shortly she will come forth, once this merchant here finishes speaking to her of his wares."

Bethberry looked over at Anglachal and hoped his labours would soon allow him more hospitable hours.

[ December 24, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]