Came into the guildhall after raking leaves this aft-noon, and found my friend Wilbe Carver sittin' with his head in his hands. Seems Mistress Imp has gone and flown the coop. Gone chasin' after her hobbit-lad.
Can't say as I'm surprised, the way she was carrying on after Master Hayric left with his dwarf friends. Can't say as I was surprised by that turn-up, either, though now it means that the only person left to man the kitchens is the little bounder fella they brought in from the Shire; what was his name...Hob...Hod...somesuch a thing. Never says much, just waves that cudgel of his.
Well, I'll miss Master Hayric and that's certain. Good hearted, stout fellow that he is. Mistress Impatiens on the other hand....we never saw eye to eye, so to speak. All I did was eat that cake that was a-coolin' on the window sill. Well-a-day, at least it gives me good reason to nip up to the Warhorse and see what Mistress Rose has warming on the hob. Wilbe will sort it, I'm sure, and I think that bounder can at least fry bacon; most hobbits can, I'm told. Now that can't be all bad....
