Loud voices and the clinking of mugs welcomed Trake as he entered the Inn. A woman's voice caught Trake's ear, he turned to see a well built woman with the slightest grey showing in her long brown hair. When she took notice of Trake she let out a motherly smile and motioned Trake to come up to the bar.
"So what brings you here stranger?"
Trake leaned in closer
"Are you Lyda?"
She gave a quick nod.
"The Tinker sent me."
The Innkeep's aging face drained of expression, the warmth in her eyes turned to cold scrutiny.
"Follow me."
With out even looking to see if Trake was following she took off for the back room. Trake was hesitant to go after her, the dramatic change in mood had left him wondering if he had mad the right choice in coming. But seeing as he had no other way-out, he opened the door.
The back room ended up being the Inn's kitchen, the smell of beef stew and warm bread filld the air. Trake relaxed when Lyda offered him a bowl of stew.
"So when did you escape?" Lyda asked as Trake took the stew.
"I'm sorry?"
"The slave camp up in the woods, when did you get out"
"I don'-"
"Don't lie to me boy, the Tinker only sends escaped slaves my way."
Trake looked down at his bowl, taking in a mouth full.
"Last night, i fought my way out."
A mixture of surprise, and fear fluttered across Lyda's face.
"So your the one that started the uprising, only a few other got away but still. Caused them to put a bounty on your head."
"What!?!"
"Aye, they want you back for execution."
"I'll have to leave sooner than i thought."
"No point in leaving tonight, ill let you stay here." Lyda said with a wicked look in her eye. "I'm sure we can work something out.
