" Both had thick brogues from this land and despite my slight accent from the many years I had spent here, I knew I could never hope to match such a native tongue. I heard items being collected and finally a stall being opened, making me impatient for them to leave so I could rest again. A loud whine outside the door of my new bed-stall startled me enough to inhale deeply.
“Aye? What be it ye find, Albern?”
I sat up quickly upon hearing heavy footsteps. I answered, not willing to risk startling either of the two.
“Tis only me.”
A rather young man stared down at me with a perplexed smile and twinkling blue eyes.
“Aye, tis only the wee lass. What be it that brings ye here to this fine establishment?”
An abrupt laugh left me at his sarcastic choice of words and I smiled back, liking this man and recognizing him as the one that had caused such a strange silence in the inn.
“Why, many things might bring a lass like me here. The prickly straw and smell of horse dung being the finest of reasons, eh?”
The man threw back his head and let loose a hearty laugh.
“Lass ye have a tongue as sharp as yer skills on the cittern.”
Brief introduction to two essential characters in the next novel I'm working on: a historical fiction from a whole lot of histories. I'm taking a two week hiatus from writing due to high school senior business but will have this completed and posted by the end of April, if not before! Stay awesome, my friends!