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here.Ruari entered the Inn, greeted by the usual sounds of a busy Inn, some customers had already settled down to their evening meal, and others were there to drink with friends. Striking her feet on the Inns door mat, to get rid of the dust and dirt from her boots, before proceeding to the bar. Once there, she nodded to the Barkeep after he came over to see to her. "Day te ye, I am lookin' fer a room fer the night, an' a stable for me horse and cart, are ye full up yet?"
The Barkeeper wiping his hands on this apron, joining new hand marks te the old, nodded his head "Ye be Scottish I take it?" He asked Ruari curiously. "What brings you this far south?"
"Auch, I am, I be coming te join up with the Earl of Lincolnshire as we are planning on going on a world trip." The Barkeeper eyes Ruari's attire, the gauntlets, the chainmail over her padded shirt, and the cloak. "Ah, I see one of those female mercenaries, that we hear te be from up that way, then." It was not a question though, since he seemed to have made up his own mind that Ruari could only be hired on as a guard for the Earl, he was already reaching down for a set of keys for Ruari's room. "2 bits for the night, and that includes yer horse." He turned to shout to the back of the Kitchen, for a stable boy, who came stumbling in with jam still on his face, clearly they'd interrupted his meal. "There be a horse an cart out the front see to it, and bring the Lasses bag, and bring it up to the room above the stairs".
Ruari handed over the 2 bits and took up the keys, not bothering to tell the Innkeeper of his mistake, twas none concern of hers ifn strangers got the wrong idea, an she'd been a mercenary before today, so was naye a hard interpretation to live with. "Thank ye good Innkeeper, I'll be aways now down to the market, I've ah..supplies that I need to pick up." No need to tell him that he'd no' be getting a meal out of her tonight neither. Ruari departed behind the stable boy who was already sitting in her cart and geeing him around to the back. Melroy looked back in reproach, he didn't like it when she left him with a stranger, she winked at him. "Go on Melroy, and behave yourself, the lad's te small te make a decent meal."
Melroy snickered, and the boy sat in the seat looking back at her, alarm on his face while she chuckled. If the lad had any ideas of treating Melroy badly now, they were far from his mind she thought as she loped off to find out what kind of food had made those tempting smells from the market place.
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Ruari returns from the market smelling of honey’d chicken, still licking her fingers, she’d never had it before, and was entranced by the concept, at first she had thought it would be too sweet, but after the vendor who had saw her hesitating, had offered her a taste, she’d bought 3 helpings immediately, and sat down by a tree to eat them as the afternoon sun slipped into evening, and the vendors were closing up their stalls. Somehow the vendor had managed to spice it enough with salt to keep it from being to sweet, it did need a couple of mugs of ale to break up the strong flavour though, but Ruari hadn’t minded that all.
After she’d finished, she’d returned the plate to the vendor along with her praise for the cook, and now she was back at the Inn, she didn’t enter the Inn immediately, but went around the back to check that Melroy was okay. It was quiet in the stables, as the stableboy had probably sort his bed long before now. She found Melroy in the last stall, he snorted smelling her no doubt and had his head hanging over the stall door before she arrived, patting him he began to nuzzle and lick her hands. Ruari laughing “I see ye have a liking for honey’d chicken too, or is it just the honey?” Wiping her hands away on her pants, she rubbed his forehead, checked that he had all he needed, then told him that they’d be leaving in the morning, so he better rest up…”and no charming the ladies either, ye can’t take em with ye.” At that Melroy snorted and managed a look of innocence.
Laughing softly so she didn’t disturb the peace of the barn she patted him one last time, and left.
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The next morning, the young boy already had Melroy hitched to the cart, and her bag was back in the cart. Kirstie was grateful, as she rummaged around under the seat until she found a badly beaten up hat to plonk on her hat, before taking the reins and slapping them gently on Melroys rump… moaning as he took off with a first jerky pull, her hat tipped back showing her eyes the sun, moaning again she quickly hid her eyes from the blinding rays. Why was it always the next day that ale seemed to be your greatest enemy, when just last night he’d been her greatest friend. Twas no way to treat a best friend, no way at all.
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