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"I'm hungry," Garreth announced. "What about you?"
"'Tis not midday yet," Harreld said between swings on his anvil.
"What of that? I'm hungry now and will not wait. I'm going to the kitchens. Do you want me to bring you back some vittles?"
Harreld ceased his swinging. "Aye, that would be well. And bring back some water. Bread and water. If a little bit of meat can be spared, that would be good."
"Oh ho! Now you're ordering a whole meal! I'll see what I can scratch up!"
Garreth set down his tools and walked out the door into the cold crisp air. Axes were swinging off away, and there men's voices were arguing. Someone came out of the door Garreth was aimed toward. Oh no. It was a woman. He would have to greet her, no doubt. Of all the unwelcome - he stopped his thought when he recognized her - it was Harreld's Ginna. Speaking of 'scratching up'! This woman was the last thing his brother needed!
She said his name and nodded by way of greeting. She did not sound pleased to see him.
"Ginna." He stopped in her way. Was she heading to the smithy? Could she not leave his brother alone? Trouble makers, all of them.
"Where are you going to?" he asked forbiddingly.
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