[Bêthberry]

"Cheeky indeed you always have been, Adanedhel, and cheeky you remain," joked the Innkeeper, giving the young elf a quick hug of welcome. "I beg to remind you though, my dear young elf, that I do not do the dishes here, nor the serving. And I am ages older than you. Now, tell me, how have you been? Who have you danced with at the Polygon in my absence? Are you here to stay for some time? We would welcome a strong sword such as yours, for Edoras is come upon strange and difficult times." Suddenly, she stopped, realizing she had too many questions for her old companion in gaming.

While Bethberry waited for Adanehel to answer, she turned to Fróma and signalled him to bring a large ale to Hiri. "Hiri, your question brings up much sadness. We had many horses in our stable, some of which were for sale, but they were stolen, taken beneath our very eyes. We have not yet heard back from those who went out to recover the horses and deal the thieves their just measure for such adacity. Two doors down from the Inn you will find our blacksmith, Hrethric. He is a surly soul and much given to complaining about the state of his labours, but he should know where you can find a horse. See him later today, after lunch. He is often more content then." The Innkeeper then turned to Éorlan.

"Not at all, Éorlan. The sketches will be most helpful. I think we should find someone to take them to The Golden Hall. I wonder if Deorlin will be returning soon. He would be the ideal person for such a task."

[ January 25, 2003: Message edited by: Bethberry ]