Derufin slowly came around the south corner of the shed, eyes avidly searching for the figure known as Beren.
Beren glanced to the side, noticing the comer into his garden. He had been tapping new six-pennys into the side of the shed, hoping that they would help to slow the onset of time.
Rising from his kneeled position, Beren looked onto Derufin, one hand over his eyes to shade the delicate appendages from the sun. He leaned the hammer up against the wall, leaving himself a mental note to pick it up before going inside. The clouds looked ominous in the distance, their dark forms threatening rain upon the Inn.
"So then, what was that about my room?" inquired the stablehand, an inquisitive look in his eyes.
"I was just wondering if you still needed a roomate, of sorts. It'd be a slight cheaper then renting an room at the Inn, if I'm to settle here. So, is the offer so open?" Beren leaned his shoulder against the shed, waiting for Derufin's response.
|