Laurie watched, fascinated, as a man entered the inn, injured but triumphant. He pulled out a bag and the contents glittered as he poured them into his hand. He laughed, but then his brow furrowed in thought.
"Is there any way I can get to Minas Tirith faster?"... he said aloud.
Laurie thought of her own horse, Nell, in the stables outside. She was one of the best mares of Rohan, Laurie's homeland, and her pride and joy. Nell knew the way to Minas Tirith, and many short cuts, she had traveled there often. She was small but fleet of foot, and would be rested after spending the night in a proper stable for the first time in quite awhile. Still, Nell was Laurie's companion and one of her best friends; she decided to wait and see if anyone else came forward before approaching the man. Besides, who knew on what business he might be going to Minas Tirith...
So deep was she in thought, she had not even realized Pio was up and about and Cami had shuffled to the bar. She finally spotted the little hobbit and walked quickly over bearing the letter left in her room.
"Good morning, Cami," with this she made a small curtsy. "I found this note under my door this morning, saying you wished to speak to me about helping out for awhile in this inn?" Laurie felt eager and excited about the prospect of any job, however small, but she did not want to be too presumptous.
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