It seemed as if Elanor had barely laid her head down when she heard the bustle of morning in the inn. She opened her eyes a crack, and saw that there was bright sunlight streaming in through the windows. It can't be morning already, She thought, turning over in her warm, comfy, hobbit-sized bed.
But as she heard the sound of voices rising, she realized there was no denying it. With a sigh, she got up, dressed, made herself look neat, and went down the stairs tying on her apron.
"Miss Pio, is there anything you'd like me to do?" She asked, resisting the temptation to yawn and rub her eyes.
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Knowledge is just opinion that you trust enough to act upon.
-Children of the Mind, by Orson Scott Card.
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