Bethberry caught old Fróma's frowning nod and went to speak with him. He was none too pleased, but then chefs who submit to having others use their kitchens rarely are. He tore a strip up and down about the mess which Culoth had left the counters in and the disorder to the cupboards where she had checked for foodstuffs. The Innkeeper listened for several minutes, nodding, commiserating, adding an occasion "No doubt", and then finally offerred a suggestion to the cook. He considered it for several minutes, the Innkeeper sweetened the suggestion with a glass of ale, and he finally agreed. He went off then, to the market, to order new stocks. The Innkeeper returned to the MeadHall.
In a loud voice, she summoned both Culoth and Galadel.
"It would seem that some tidying up is required in the kitchen, from those who took liberties to prepare their own food. Culoth and Galadel, there is a large stack of dishes, pots, pans, glasses, all manner of utensils needing cleaning, and Fróma has other work to attend to. You can sing while you clean up in the kitchen, and there will be a tankard of ale for you when you've done. But mind now that you don't break anything. And scour everything well. And tell us about it." She smiled broadly at the two as they went off to the kitchen.
Directing her attention elsewhere, the Innkeeper then sat down with Éorlan and Frain, wrapping a large tartan shawl around her shoulders, for the day was proving cold with a harsh blowing wind outside.
"Frain, I will post a notice here, for any who drop by to read, about this tale from Dale of the lost book. Éorlan, your walk suggests you have a sombre story to tell. Will it please you to tell it to us?"
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