*Sat on a table in the Pony, Barley munched up the scraps of meat on the dented iron plate. Giggling at his enthusiasm she lay the journal on the table and opening it at a clean page, she begins to write
*Quickly she grabs the plate before it is nosed off the edge of the table. Lifting Bareley toward a small bowl of water she continues, looking over her words and frowning before putting ink to paper..
*Looks over toward the door, thinking a while until the pup starts stepping on the page. Looking down she snuggles him, nose to nose, then sets him on the bench next to her...
*Looks quickly to her right and shakes her head, refusing a tune from a hopeful minstrel..
*Starts to giggle to herself as she recalls the recent playful teasing of Lenwood by Daigan...
*Startled, she looks up quickly as she can hear raised voices in the distance. Pulling the puppy into her free arm she darts her eyes around the inn, finally seeing it being an argument between two that had drunk a little too much. Relaxing a little, though now on edge, she finishes her writing quickly
