Write One Page Per Day – 299/365 – October 26, 2018

Visitors at the Inn

The air was cold and crisp as Neil D’Grange pulled the last of the eight jugs of milk off the wagon and brought them inside. The Inn was a small and humble establishment with simple wooden tables, a hearth that warmed the rare patron, and an innkeeper that made the best venison stew in the province.

“Here’s the money for your father,” Credence said placing the small pouch of silver pieces on the bar.

“Thank you,” Neil said as he placed the jugs next to the kitchen door.

Jack came through the kitchen door to grab the jugs with a wide smile on his face as he looked at Credence. “Did you tell him yet?”

“No, for the love of the gods, I haven’t hurry up, will you?” Credence scolded.

“Told me what?” Neil asked.

“You’ll have to wait for my husband to return. I know he’s slower than molasses, but he told me that he wanted to be here when you found out,” she replied with a wink.

“Alright, I’m here, go ahead!” Jack said as he pushed through the door.

“People are staying here,” Credence said with a big grin. “People that would interest you…”

“Wait? Adventurers? Here? Really!” Neil said, practically spinning with excitement.

“So we were wondering if you would grab your lute and give us the-”

“Yes! Of course, yes!” Neil said, tripping towards the door feeling as though he may explode. “I’ll let Father know that I’ll be out late tonight. How many nights will they be staying? Just the one, or will they be here longer?”

“Two nights only. They arrived last night, and will be staying tonight before leaving tomorrow morning,” Credence said.

“Thank you, Credence! Thank you so much! I’ll see you soon. I’ll go talk to Father.”

“Finish your deliveries first!” Credence called after him as he barrelled out into the small main road to his cart.

His eyes flashed to the back of the wagon. The sixteen jugs left to deliver would take him another hour at least. He prayed that he could make it home just after midday.

“Mother will be so excited for me,” he whispered. “I’ll hear their stories and record them. I’ll give them my best performance ever tonight!”

He finished his deliveries and pushed the old mule faster than he had in years to get back to the farm. As he looked up, he saw that it was already midday as he was leaving with a two-hour ride back to the farm. If he were lucky, he would be able to make it back to the Inn by dusk. Provided, of course, that his father didn’t give him too many more chores for the evening.

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