Heh... that went better 'n I thought... got the sausages out of the kitchen in that Pony, even though that woman said I was stealin'. Should have seen her face when I ate the evidence. Stupid wealas.
Ate 'em and STILL got a free dinner. Not sure what to make of the gift-giver though. All burnt up she is, as brown as a muddy river. Says she's not from the South, but everyone knows they lives too close to the sun and gets a roasting.
She was well enough, i suppose, 'til she started a-pecking at that man Bearn - like a cross old hen. He shouldn't stand for it, him, a man of the Mearc... reduced to cooking for inn customers! What a sad sight. A warrior being pecked at by a brown hen. feh. no real warrior would stand for that.
Like the look of him though. Iffen he remembered he was a man. Who'd want him though, a cook for them breelanders? Gyth and me, we said to him he should come with us... find his Da's sword [get the dust off it], unbind his hair and get a few foe in front of him. That would make him remember what he is. Its shameful for a man to be all 'yes mussus, no mussus' to them women in that inn.
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