The Rickety Inn

It had been Daph's first night staying at the inn in Dale. She was tired, irritable and homesick. On top of this, the inn was poorly built and every movement seemed to make the wood creak, which somehow added to her annoyance. But...she knew if she did not eat before laying down to sleep, she would regret it in the morning.

As she sat alone at a small table near one of the back corners of the common-room, awaiting her food and drink, the obnoxious buzz of chatter made her wish even more to retire to her room and be alone with her thoughts. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will search for my relatives. And if I find nothing about them, I will go back to Bree. Home."

The noisy nature of the common room lessened, if only a little, once she had food and drink to distract her. When she was nearly finished, some random bard raised his voice above the noise, as if annoyed he couldn't be heard while singing more quietly.

"I simply want to share my emotions
I must help thee understand.

Never shall I give thee up,
Never shall I let thee down,
Never shall I rove about and desert thee.
Never shall I make thee weep,
Never shall I say godspeed,
Never shall I decieve and hurt thee."

Daphne, by now, had enough. She could not explain the feeling, but she somehow felt as if she'd been rolled over. It was clearly time to shut herself in her room for some sleep and solitude. She downed the rest of her drink, swallowed the rest of her stew and grabbed her piece of bread, walking back to her little room at last.