"Well, you're likely tired of your mistress no matter how nice she is, she's probably glad to spend some time with a few new faces as well. No offence to you or your mistress but it's always nice to have a break after a long journey." He began to walk away from the green motioning for her to follow. He walked a little further down the road maybe a hundred yards.<br/><br/>They soon approached a simple thatched building. It had only one story but the walls were sturdy stone and the door opened with a simple lock. "We'll get you some little bit of food, no need to rush back there yet." He motioned for her to sit down as he put the kettle to boil. They had entered a kitchen, it was orderly if spartan and he produced some bread and cheese, he blushed embarrassed that they had no butter at all in the house at the moment it seemed, his father always used too much.<br/><br/>He had left the door of the house open, she didn't really know him and she'd know that any passer by could see in. He had heard some tales outside the Two Rivers, everyone knew everyone here but she might not be comfortable being alone with him. The table and chairs were hard, old and battered but sturdy which suited the little room. His leather working tools were on a chair to the side where he had left them. A small book case stood at the far wall, there weren't many books in it but they could all be seen at this distance to be in good condition.