OOC: I say the same as Bethberry… have a happy New Year, all.
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Culoth blushed as she gave a shy hello to Bethberry. She tried to think of something to say, but found she couldn't speak. Bethberry helped her.
"Where do you live, Culoth?" she asked.
"Here in Rohan," Culoth replied, then looked up and laughed a little. "Oh," she said. "My family lives out on the plains, away from all of the other people of Rohan. And, please, don't call me Culoth. My family calls me Rochriel."
"Very well, Rochriel," said Bethberry with a smile. "Do you know anyone here at the inn?"
"No," said Culoth. "My family lives so far away from everyone else that I don't really know anyone, except when Father takes me with him when he visits people."
"What's your horse called?"
"Celeblhach. Maybe you'd like to see him later?"
"If I find some time. It's usually busy at the inn, and I wouldn't want to leave someone without a drink and a meal."
Culoth felt a slow smile spreading over her face. Now that she had spoken a little with Bethberry, she knew she would be shy no more to this kind woman.
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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