I almost forgot.
Mistress Rose promised me a mushroom pie. I brought her some mushrooms the other day. They grow them at the guildhall and I asked Master Hayric if I could have a few. Mistress Impatiens need never know, there's plenty an' more where that came from. She's still not speakin' to me since I tasted that roast. Short lass with a long memory.
That horse warrior they have guarding the Inn barely looked at me as I walked through the front doors. The place is owned by some southern nobleman though I'm told his wife is a Breeland lass. I've yet to meet either of them, though for now I'm happy enough to have made Miss Rose 's acquaintance.
There were folks in the Inn tonight. In truth, I'm noticing a few more new faces around Arrowhaven. One was that little lass I had noticed some nights before, but the other was a rough looking fellow. Said my 'hello's and collected my pie before it got any colder. The man said he was from a place called Dale. Heard the dwarves at the Emporium speak of the place...good toymakers there from their report...but this was no craftsman. His hair was as grey as the bear that roam in upper chetwood, but this was no old man. Bit of a mystery, truth be told. His way of speaking was strange, as well. Had to explain what the guildhall was all about to him. He asked about the folk on the hill as well, though there's not much that I could...or would...tell him about them. Learned the little lass's name; said I should just call her 'rat' though I'll not do it. She'll just have to make do with my calling her 'Miss Rannie'. I swear she does remind me of that little mouse I had.
I wonder what Mistress Rose might need to make the perfect pie? Easy enough to snare a brace of conies...wonder what else though?
