Nárello stirred and looked about him. He was lying on a couch with a cloak spread over him.
I must have fallen asleep, he guessed. The sun was beginning to climb and he rolled over to notice the Innkeeper enter the room with a tray of breakfast. His eyes were a bit too blurry for him to make out it's contents but it smelled good and he didn't have to kill and cook it himself for a change. Or steal it.
I don't steal, he protested to himself.
I just find things outside unattended. He sat up yawning as she set the tray down.
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‘There is warm water in the pitcher by the basin. Wash up if you like, and eat your breakfast. Then come out to the Common Room. We can talk about you helping out in the stables or in the kitchen, if you will.’
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She then exited the room leaving the boy to himself. He walked over to the pitcher and splashed some water on his face in an attempt to wake up. He had had a night of strange dreams and was having some difficulty adjusting back to the real world. He returned to the couch and attacked the meal with a vengence. Then he suddenly sat up with a start.
She said something about helping out in the kitchend - dishes! He nearly bolted out the nearby window right then and there but remembered that the Innkeeper had also mentioned the stables.
I'll at least stay and help with that, they're nice. Then I'm leaving, like Awyrgan. He thought for a time about the strange man who was nearly the only adult figure he ever interacted with, even if it was only once every couple of weeks or months if the man picked a particulary grueling task.
I can take care of myself. I like being by myself. He paused in his thoughts to notice that he had eaten all that had been set before him. He finished the last of the cider and made his way cautiously back into the main room. Few of the patrons had yet awakened and the boy walked over to the remains of the previous nights fire. He sat quietly next to it, playing with the embers.
[ January 13, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]