Re: Part 59a - At the sign of the Blue Rose
"No, Miss. She stayed one night, then took a ship ter somewhere, though she didn't let on where." the innkeeper says, as he pours drinks.
"If yer'll excuse me, just a moment. Them lads's been waiting' fer a bit o' dessert, an' it'll be 'bout ready now."
With a quick nod, he dashes out through the door, presumably into a kitchen. The sound of clattering metal echoes back into the bar, and the group of seamen immediately become more alert again, glancing towards the door where Donavon vanished. One or two actually get up from their seets, craning their necks to peer through opening, and there is much laughter, and slapping of backs.
A few minutes later, Donovan reappears, carrying a large tray bearing a stack of several small plates, and two large baking dishes. "'Ere yer go, lads. Sorry yer 'ad ter wait fer 'em." The sailors themselves don't seem to be at all concerned about the supposed delay, but are instead happy to get their food.
Donovan returns to the bar, and half whispers, "So much excitement over a bit of apple pie. Still, they said they've not 'ad any in a while, so I s'pose it's ter be expected." He pauses, and collects his thoughts, "What were I sayin? Oh, yes, Amber... "
"One o' them Princes's 'ere, in Cadiniagart, I means, not in the Blue Rose. Can't recall 'is name, somethin' outlandish what starts with a 'C', I think. Sailed in day 'fore yesterday, 'e did. Official proclamation is that it's ter settle the last details o' the treaty. 'Twixt you'n'me, though, I reckon as it's got more ter do with that man o' theirs turnin' out ter be the one what attacked our king. An' a spy, ter boot."