Twer hard finding me way about Bree, it had changed so much since I wer' a girl, an the last time i wer here my Wil showed me around, 'im being a local.
I wandered around the alleys and back ways, asking here and there if there wer' any jobs bout.
Folk wer odd, some answered kindly and sayin' "No, sorry Mistress, you should be restin' not workin' at you time o life", (one even offered me a bit to eat.)
and tothers wer' rude and ignored me or turned an angry eye upon my shabby clothes and raised a hand ter me tellin me ter "Move off yer awld beggar fore I set the guard on yer"
I were not a begging, I wanted honest work. I looked down at me dress, it was indeed scruffy and ripped and the only thing i had to wear, the only thing I had left, after the fire I had nothing, only the clothes on me back. I sighed, I missed Archet, I missed Wil...
Then all sudden like, I seen a familiar face up ahead, there.. were a face I 'membered, a small thin, little thing, dark hair, and freckled nose. Bethyn!
Bethyn Blackthorne, all growed up. Only I knewed her from when she wer a little child, living with her mum near me and Wil in Archet, many years ago, and then after her mam ran off and eft 'er, I took er in, for a time. When she left, she promised to stay in touch, Surely she could elp me?
"Oi Bethyn! Bethyn my lamb!"
But my 'lamb' spun about and stared at me with cruel 'ard eyes.. "What Yew flapping yer gums at?"
