--Raven_bennet
She placed the tankards of ale, the bread, meat, cheese and fruit down in front of Sir James Bland and Mistress Fallenfast. She tried to ignore the haughty expression on Amelia Fallenfast's face---indicative of her dismissal of Raven, as being less than, or not worthy, because of her station in life, as a servant and working class woman.
Meh, thought Raven, let Fury come, or NNGO and see how quickly she dismisses me, when it's me, and others like me, who will be goin' into battle first, to defend m'lady Snootiness, 'erself! Then she'll be fallin' all over herse'f, actin' grateful like, but most likely insincere. She'll be saved by the lot o' us, she will, she and her scrawny arse!
At that, Raven almost laughed abruptly, but felt Forbes eyes on her. Again she felt annoyance with herself, that his attention should please her so.
What be ye needin' now? Mayhap more ale, sirrah?
Her voice had more of an edge than she meant it to, and she tried to soften her affect with a smile, but she knew there was coldness in her expression, so she concentrated on breathing deeply, and trying to relax. The man was a simple squire, after all, nothing like the pretentious Amelia Fallenfast, and there was no reason for her to get her back up, she told herself.
Meh, thought Raven, let Fury come, or NNGO and see how quickly she dismisses me, when it's me, and others like me, who will be goin' into battle first, to defend m'lady Snootiness, 'erself! Then she'll be fallin' all over herse'f, actin' grateful like, but most likely insincere. She'll be saved by the lot o' us, she will, she and her scrawny arse!
At that, Raven almost laughed abruptly, but felt Forbes eyes on her. Again she felt annoyance with herself, that his attention should please her so.
What be ye needin' now? Mayhap more ale, sirrah?
Her voice had more of an edge than she meant it to, and she tried to soften her affect with a smile, but she knew there was coldness in her expression, so she concentrated on breathing deeply, and trying to relax. The man was a simple squire, after all, nothing like the pretentious Amelia Fallenfast, and there was no reason for her to get her back up, she told herself.

















I came to work early, to set up the tables for the evening meals. Maxine had prepared sausages! I could hardly wait to try them with the fragrant herb and onion bread she had pulled from the oven earlier!
John Blackstone entered the tavern, already carrying a tankard of hot spiced wine. He sat at the bar and took a long drink, eyeballing Blythe as she went about her work. The lass had a thin sheen of perspiration on her upper lip, as she had just returned from the kitchen where Maxine roasted chestnuts on the hearth.





As he pulled off his heavy coat, hat, and furlined gloves, Blythe was impressed with his appearance. He sat down at the bar across from her and smiled.












