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Cook’s eyes twinkled at the sudden show of manners from the Dwarf. ‘Mama must have raised him up right!’ she chuckled to herself. She motioned for him to have a seat, and sat down in a chair herself.
‘No, no, Master Lodestone! I’m not the Innkeeper. That title falls to Miz Aman who . . .’ Cook swiveled her head about, looking for the woman. ‘Well she doesn’t seem to be here at the moment. Gone riding probably, on one of her big beasties. From Rohan, you know. She is, that is . . . Well, here I am nattering on. My name is Vinca Bunce; I run the kitchen here.’
Buttercup peeked out from the kitchen’s doors and called out to her. ‘And it looks as if I’m needed.’ Cook stood up, motioning Ibun to stay seated. ‘You enjoy your breakfast now, Master Dwarf. Tuck into it before it gets cold. And just let one of the servers know if you’ll be needing anything else. Glad the Dragon could serve your needs. Stay as long as you like.’
Cook hustled back to the kitchen wondering what the crisis was . . .
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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