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Caith and Leofwyn made their way back outside passing Brannon, Lann and Sir Turren heading down the west hall towards the makeshift library.
As they exited the hall they met up with Beathan, Usopi, Sir Uthen and Aphail who were coming their way up the stairs to head inside.
Caith smiles in greeting to Alphail, but the sight of the library party brings a curiously wary quality to her expression, for all that she nods politely to Hearthwarden Brannon in passing.
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Heading onwards towards the garden beds they were overflowing with leafy green vegetables and a fair selection of culinary herbs. Caith was impressed with the lush growth achieved....
"Well sown, and well tended." Caith says in fair praise, after the quietness of the place has sunk into her for a few minutes. A few sprigs of rosemary, lavender and lemon balm are plucked with great care not to damage the plants in the process.
Armed with a bucked of well water, she sits down barefoot on a step out of the way, and leaves her wolfskin robe folded over her pack after ferreting out a rough but now sweet scented lump of soap.
As she sits and washes her arms and head free from the sweat and dust of travel, it becomes apparent that she is a great deal paler in complexion without the layers of grime, and a smaller and skinnier woman than her warcoat make her appear.
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