04-28-2014, 03:25 AM
Now those were the kind of things she wanted to hear, but Chrysantha had to force her features to boredom. The only excitement she showed was a spark of interest and a smile when her food was brought to the table by a serving wench. The buxom woman ignored her boss, in a very odd way. You would think there would be at least an acknowledgement. Chrissie shrugged and turned her attention to the hearty stew. Chunks of beef floated in it, potatoes and carrots and some spices she couldn't name were in the mix. It did taste delicious when she took a spoonful of it.
"Now why would they do that?" She twirled her wooden spoon around a bit."This place seems nice enough. And the food is good." Chrissie smiled. "Anyway, it's a shame. I still do need to sell my horse and buy a new one. Do you know anyone who might want a horse around here? Anyone whose selling them?" Usually inns were the center of the town. But this one, it was outside the village, and people did start the rumors. Maybe the owner wasn't as in the loop as the usual innkeepers. That could have been because of his nervousness, his timid demeanor. She wondered about that. Why open an inn if all you felt was timidness around other people?
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