At last, the Inn was digging out from under the festivities of last night. The dishes had been done, and some brave soul had tackled and managed quite well to clean those faceted, crystal goblets. 'That deserves a special reward.' said Pio, knowing how irritating it was to clean dried wine from between the edges of the facets.
Now where was Cami? Probably still tucked snug in her bed, covers pulled over her head to cut out the light. She ran up to the stairs and banged loudly on the door. 'Rise and shine, my wooly-footed friend! The larder is looking quite bare this morning and we are down to our last few kegs of ale.'
Pio tapped her foot on the floor as she waited. 'And about that wine someone so graciously brought us for the party - many of the guests, it seems, have taken a bottle or so of it home with them - calling it a "door prize"! A door prize!' She put her ear to the door and listened for the sound of anyone stirring. 'That wasn't your idea, was it, Cami? Cami?!'
She knocked on the door again . . .
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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