The White Horse Inn, Act III

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"Why so sad, Lady Saeryn?" Eodwine asked.

She frowned, then brightened quickly. "I think it is not my turn for tale telling, so that will have to wait. Who has yet to offer a story?"

"I would hear more of Gudryn's tale, if she feels strengthend enough," Falco said, puffing on his pipe.

"One thing she has said," Eodwine put in, "if I may share it, miss?" Gudryn nodded once. "There is a ruffian who bears the name, Rand, and he has used the girl ill. She has run from him and has sought the safety of this inn."

"I - I fear this inn is not enough safety against him, sirs," the girl said softly. "He is bigger than all of you.... and ... I fear for you if he comes here."

The men sat up straighter in their chairs. "Who is this scoundrel?" Garreth asked.