Daniel watched as the two foreign women moved about the stables of Master al'Vere's Inn. He put his tools down and examined his work, the item repaired to his satisfaction he brought it inside once more. He put in it's usual spot and turned to head out, see if he could get a glimpse of this Gleeman or one of the young women might take a shine to him and ask him to dance later, they'd be moving on he had no doubt and his 'wordly' ways wouldn't impress them but a dance was a dance.<br/><br/>His eyes came to rest on the chest near the door, there was all sorts of odds and ends in it for short term storage but he thought maybe he should move the things he had brought back home with him to the attic, still there were talk of hungry wolves, mostly carried by young children and the foolish especially the Coplins and Congars, but maybe he'd let them rest there a while longer. Cenn Buie was a stream of pessimism about that and everything else, the old thatcher had probably been complaining and nay saying since he was old enough to speak.<br/><br/>He began walking towards the Inn, they had Bel Tine, a Gleeman and maybe even fireworks to look forward to. Maybe he'd even get to dance with one of the strangers he thought again. He ran a hand through his hair which his father kept telling him to cut but he liked it this way, he had to admit it was similar to Luca's hair now. Luca had been one of the caravan guards he had worked with, the man's face was a stone but his tongue could cut an arrogant man down to size without a single look of anger or amusement reaching his face.