Wulfie?

Kicking m' heels in Bree. Gyth's Burnt Man ain't finished yet. Feh. He gives me one o' His looks and affore I realise it I'm saying yes, I'll be back tomorrow. So here's me, sitting with a flat pint o' ale with no coin fer much fun, while he sits warm an' well fed in the Word-horde. I aint in the mood to give Him any lip though. I went back ter tell Him I aint stayin' till tomorrow... got to them scholars stairs ... and I seen Wulfie! She had His plate an' tray an' all, just like I did affore. So I starts shoutin' to her, but she kept her back to me like she heard nothin'... as if it was no matter that we've seen nothin' or heard nothin' of her for weeks! She walks on quicker, so's I go on quicker too ... she slips down the alleyway , I gets tangled up in a bunch of pigs and when I gets to the end, she'm gone. Stinks though, where she'd been, of them spices an fancy stuff that He smells of. I aint sure what to do. Iffen she dursn't want ter know us ... then feh, leave her to Him. I aint arguin' with Him iffen she's crawled into His bed. Warmer then this bloody inn, an' better food no doubt. Helms Horn though... imagine his hands on yer.. makes yer flesh crawl!