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piosenniel · 05-07-2003, 04:47 PM

Aman was still busy with the shipment of miruvor, and nodded her head to Cook. ‘See to him, if you please.’

‘I’ll take that, Sir!’ Cook swiped the coins from the traveler’s hand, and set a tankard of the Dragon’s nut brown ale before him. ‘Ruby will show you to your room when your ready.’ She nodded to the young hobbit running up the steps to freshen up the other guest’s room. Asking his name, she wrote it, Silvanis, in the Log, noting where he was from after it.

‘Drink your ale and warm your feet by the fire. She’ll be back in a bit and then you can go up.’ She pointed out a table near the fireplace and waved him off to it with a promise of mid-day meal to be soon served.

Cook leaned across the bar and took Annalaliath’s chin in her hand, turning the Elf’s head from side to side. ‘Nice haircut! Suits you!’ She passed a tray with a carafe of hot coffee and four cups across the bar. ‘Here’s the coffee, miss. But we’re a little short handed today – most of the staff has gone off to visit Miz Pio and her babies.’ She pointed to the door of the kitchen. ‘If it’s breakfast you’re wanting, I’d suggest you come in and see what you can find for you and your friends. The only requirement is that you clean up after yourselves when you’re done.’

Buttercup, the lone kitchen assistant, came out to retrieve Cook from the Common Room. ‘I need help getting the sandwiches done,’ she said plaintively. ‘I can’t stir the soup and cut meat, cheese, and bread, too.’

Cook followed her back through the swinging door, swiping a bottle of miruvor from the shelf as she passed by. ‘Always wanted to try this,’ she thought to herself. She held the bottle up to the light, marveling at the clear light filled liquid within.

The faint cry of ‘Help me . . .’ assailed her just as the door swung closed behind her. Cook opened the door a crack and peered out.

‘Well, if that don’t beat all!’ She called for Buttercup to bring the smelling salts. ‘Some woman’s gone and fainted dead away by the front door . . .’

[ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

05-07-2003, 04:47 PM	#493
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Aman was still busy with the shipment of miruvor, and nodded her head to Cook. ‘See to him, if you please.’ ‘I’ll take that, Sir!’ Cook swiped the coins from the traveler’s hand, and set a tankard of the Dragon’s nut brown ale before him. ‘Ruby will show you to your room when your ready.’ She nodded to the young hobbit running up the steps to freshen up the other guest’s room. Asking his name, she wrote it, Silvanis, in the Log, noting where he was from after it. ‘Drink your ale and warm your feet by the fire. She’ll be back in a bit and then you can go up.’ She pointed out a table near the fireplace and waved him off to it with a promise of mid-day meal to be soon served. Cook leaned across the bar and took Annalaliath’s chin in her hand, turning the Elf’s head from side to side. ‘Nice haircut! Suits you!’ She passed a tray with a carafe of hot coffee and four cups across the bar. ‘Here’s the coffee, miss. But we’re a little short handed today – most of the staff has gone off to visit Miz Pio and her babies.’ She pointed to the door of the kitchen. ‘If it’s breakfast you’re wanting, I’d suggest you come in and see what you can find for you and your friends. The only requirement is that you clean up after yourselves when you’re done.’ Buttercup, the lone kitchen assistant, came out to retrieve Cook from the Common Room. ‘I need help getting the sandwiches done,’ she said plaintively. ‘I can’t stir the soup and cut meat, cheese, and bread, too.’ Cook followed her back through the swinging door, swiping a bottle of miruvor from the shelf as she passed by. ‘Always wanted to try this,’ she thought to herself. She held the bottle up to the light, marveling at the clear light filled liquid within. The faint cry of ‘Help me . . .’ assailed her just as the door swung closed behind her. Cook opened the door a crack and peered out. ‘Well, if that don’t beat all!’ She called for Buttercup to bring the smelling salts. ‘Some woman’s gone and fainted dead away by the front door . . .’ [ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.