Beren meandered through the garden of the inn, idly pulling weeds out of the illkept garden. Sure, he wasn't really supposed to start until the next morn', but he sure didn't have anywhere else to be. He continued through the straight rows, reaching the fence surrounding. The corral could easily be seen from the corner, it's horses running freely inside.
He leaned upon the fence with one arm, propping himself up to watch Derufin at work with the horses, brushing their manes. Suddenly remembering his talking with the cook earlier in the day, he opened the gate to the garden, walking over to the corral's fence, hoping to attract Derufin's attention with his presence. Derufin, however, seemed quite lost in his own thought, not even looking up to the sound of the crashing gate door.
"Oy, Derufin!" Beren called out, his hands cupped over his mouth. "I'll need to speak with ye when you're done there! It's about that extra room in your stables!"
Derufin nodded in Beren's direction, an obvious gesture of acknowledgement. Taking this as evidence that he should wait, Beren went back to the garden, further examining the tool shed, and the equipment he would be encountering tommorrow.
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