That drunken Ostler at the Warhorse finally went too far. Not only was he neglecting them poor horses but he went so far as to offer Miss Rose the worst kind of cheek....for which she slapped his. There was a fierce To-do. That Horse Lord who owns the Inn came storming down the hill and turfed the fellow out on his ear. I'm thinking it was mostly on the horses' account, though Mistress Rose could be heard yellin' from down at the village square. There's a new fellow tending the stables now...a young chap by the name of Rob. Seems to be a clean, serious sort of a man. For all the changes we've seen lately, this one is for the better I'd say.
Been walkin' through my rounds with my friend Hawthorne Quince. Since he and his ma were driven off their homestead he's been in a bad way. I'm thinking if he helps me on my rounds it'll take his mind off things; not that havin an extra pair of fists would go amiss, neither. He said there was a bunch of dwarves up at the Inn ...workmen, it seemed. Now dwarves ain't anything new. Since that Emporium opened there has been a steady parade of 'em in and out of the village. But these seem to be building something, Thorne said. Now that is a new thing...maybe they're a-makin' Mistress Rose's kitchen a bit bigger?
