Hirilaelin sighed, and stepped outside the inn. A gentle breeze caressed her face, and the sky was clear. She turned, ready to walk back down the lane, when she saw a curious site. Someone was crouched down by something that looked like a dirty mop. She walked closer. It wasn't a mop, but the top of a head. The person next to it looked like he had just dismounted from his horse. She walked still closer, until she was standing next to the pair. If it could be called a pair. "What are you doing, if I may ask?"
The man looked up. "Well, someone seems to be stuck down there."
Hirilaelin was puzzled. "Down there?" she said.
"Yes," the man replied.
"But," said Hiri in confusion, "that looks like the chute to the coal cellar!"
"It is indeed." Hiri frowned again, then smiled. This man seemed friendly. She spoke up again. "What is your name good sir?"
[ January 21, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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