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piosenniel · 01-11-2003, 06:32 PM

‘Hmm! Easily distracted by a pretty face, I see!’ Pio watched as Derufin crossed the room with Sarah. Crouching down, she busied herself with stacking the newly washed and dried mugs, tankards and glasses on the shelves behind the bar. It was from there that she heard the small Hobbit voice asking her for some food. A young girl’s voice, she thought and she called her ‘Sir’!

Pio stood up, wiping her hands on her apron, and peered over the bar at the young lass. ‘Now what brings such a young Hobbit as you seeking food at the Inn?’ She gave her an appraising look, seeing that she did indeed look hungry, if not a bit forelorn. ‘Climb up on the stool there, and I will bring you something to ease your hunger.’

A few moments passed, and Pio returned, placing a bowl of hot stew and some slices of crusty bread before the girl, with a glass of cold cider to wash it down. She watched as the girl spooned up the food greedily and tore into the bread with her teeth. She refilled the cider glass when it was empty, and the Hobbit had sighed in satisfaction over her empty bowl.

The Innkeeper took the bowl and spoon from her, saying ‘Glad you enjoyed it so! The cook will be pleased to hear it.’ She leaned casually on the bar, watching as the girl finished the second glass of cider.

‘By the way, let me introduce myself. I am Piosenniel, or Pio, if you prefer, the Innkeeper for the Green Dragon for this while. And you . . .?’

01-11-2003, 06:32 PM	#40
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	‘Hmm! Easily distracted by a pretty face, I see!’ Pio watched as Derufin crossed the room with Sarah. Crouching down, she busied herself with stacking the newly washed and dried mugs, tankards and glasses on the shelves behind the bar. It was from there that she heard the small Hobbit voice asking her for some food. A young girl’s voice, she thought and she called her ‘Sir’! Pio stood up, wiping her hands on her apron, and peered over the bar at the young lass. ‘Now what brings such a young Hobbit as you seeking food at the Inn?’ She gave her an appraising look, seeing that she did indeed look hungry, if not a bit forelorn. ‘Climb up on the stool there, and I will bring you something to ease your hunger.’ A few moments passed, and Pio returned, placing a bowl of hot stew and some slices of crusty bread before the girl, with a glass of cold cider to wash it down. She watched as the girl spooned up the food greedily and tore into the bread with her teeth. She refilled the cider glass when it was empty, and the Hobbit had sighed in satisfaction over her empty bowl. The Innkeeper took the bowl and spoon from her, saying ‘Glad you enjoyed it so! The cook will be pleased to hear it.’ She leaned casually on the bar, watching as the girl finished the second glass of cider. ‘By the way, let me introduce myself. I am Piosenniel, or Pio, if you prefer, the Innkeeper for the Green Dragon for this while. And you . . .?’ __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.