An obviously attractive, robed male, rode into a stables connected to an inn. It was the early afternoon, but he had already had a long day of travel. A girl, about the age of 19, was tending to the horses, as well as other livestock in the stables. "Well well pretty thing, what's your name?"
Taking the reins of his horse, she replied, "'Tis Nelda, Sir."
"And what are you doing in a place like this? You look like the sort who would make a fine traveller."
Flattered, she replied, "Oh no Sir, not me." Leading his horse, looking at him with admiring eyes, she gracelessly tripped over a milk bucket, splaying the contents in a brilliant pattern across the floor. Just then her mother walked in from the door connection the stables to the inn.
"NELDAAaa?" she said in a rather annoying, high pitched voice, "what ever shall we do with you, girl?" Grabbing her by her ear, the mother lead her toward the door. She stopped briefly, batting her eyelashes she addressed the rider, "Oh don't mind her, she's just a little clumsy you know, care to come in for a cup of tea?"
"Ale might be more my speed, much obliged." He dismounted his horse, tied it to a post, and followed the woman into the inn.
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