Talan put down the keg he had carried, and placed it among the others in the dusty cellar. He removed a spider's web from his face, and then returned to the cart outside.
"Any more of them kegs?" He asked Lachlan, who gave him the last. Without much effort, Talan grabbed it and carried it down into the cellar. On his way up, he noticed the girl helping out in the kitchen. Although he was new, he hadn't seen her before and guessed she was newly employed also.
"Well, if me eyes ever looked at a finer sort..." he whispered to himself. The cook called her name and he was quick to catch it.
"Delia," he whispered.
He caught himself day-dreaming, and looked around. It didn't seem like there was any more work to be done, not anything that could be done by his big, rough hands. He sat down in a corner and waited for someone to need his help.
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Two beer or not two beer, that is the question; by Shakesbeer
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