#baronyofthesilverwolf

A knock on the door of Willy's room.

She sits bolt upright, contract paper sticking to her face from where she fell asleep on it. "WHAT!?!?"

"It's Gwen," The troll voice says "I didn't know if you wanted breakfast or not but it's up. It's pancake day"

"Er.... Yeah! Yeah, Im.... lemme take a.... yeah, I'll be there!" She calls.

"Okay." The voice says and footsteps depart

Willy swats the paper away and gets up to tidy and relieve herself before hustling to chow.

Pancakes await for folks to help themselves. One smaller sttack is blueberry flavored, another has more of the traditional buttery taste (Either can have yet more butter added) . Gwen has a fondness for the blue berry ones it seems

"Morning, Willy" Gwen says between bites

Briar is building a tower of bacon and pancakes.

"Morning. " a grumble, and she gets coffee and a tall stack of unberried cakes.

Once it is bigger than her head, she says, "Gwen! Watch this...."

Gwen watches

A hand shimmied under the bottom of the stack, and one on top, and she SMOOSHES it down, and... well, it almost looks like a snake unhinging her jaw... CHOMPF.

Willy glances over but doesn't-watch-. Coffee first.

There is coffee! A rather pretty setup, mugs and sugar cubes and fresh cream.

"Wow" Gwen says "I still don't know where it put it all." Truly impressed

"Willy, this is Briar, Briar this is Willy. Not sure if you two have formally met" Gwen adds

"Nope." Willy confirms.

Chomp chomp smack, she is licking the syrup off the plate, and looks like she is considering a bite out of it - a solid stoneware plate for Briar, none of the delicate china. "Nah! I just got tol' she's got 3 days to put up or get out, and if she don't then I get to get the dogs on 'er!"

Gwen may well assume she was NOT told that...

"Well, she's already done some solid work so I think she's safe" Gwen tells Briar "She makes strong hinges"

"Among other good work." She adds around a mouthful of pancakes.

Gwen nods at that, taking another bite. Then asks "Got that contract figured out?"

"Hmph." A grunt and scowl at her food. "Gettin' there."

"Ugh, is that like homework?" A disgusted look, and she washes it away with a swig of maple syrup.

"Steward Julius gave Willy a conract to sign once she looked over it." While she has partly forgiven Julius, there's still a guarded distance

"Homework. And you ain't even in school. That's horse apples for ya. I won't even eat that."

"No big deal. I kin read it, it's just long."

It was rather long. So many pages. And the page numbering was confusing, too. Wait a minute. Shouldn't page numbering be consistent? Something doesn't add up... because it didn't add up. Why would there be a 7B when there's only 6 pages?

Gwen nods "Okay"

From the look of her, the nocker may have a headache.

Gwen knows she'll regret this but seeing the look she can't help but ask "Would you mind some help with the contract?"

"Help?" Guardedly, but not overtly hostile.

"Yes. A second pair of eyes. It's no different from having someone on a hunt with you. Only instead of two of you trying to find a deer, two of us try to find a typo or something"

Briar snorts, grabbing more bacon.

"Don't hunt much."

"Don't hunt, don't eat! Gotta get that meat meat MEAT!" Briar chimes in.

"Does that mean you ain't never had elk before? Or quail? Or coney stew?"

"Mmm Elk" More pancake

"Not much. Fancy stuff, nah. Sometimes I'd get a steak. Mostly whatever's served at the mess HALL or off the roach coach."

"Well, Marigold's a top notch chef , she's got formal training and everything" Gwen says "You'll eat well here"

"What's a roach coach?" Curious in spite of herself.

"Any hall can be a mess hall if you try." Proudly.

"Couch is a truck, got warmers and coolers, sells packaged up crap like hot dogs and gas station burgers and shit."

"Food here's been ok. So far."

Gwen raises a brow but leaves it be. She's learning nockers lack of critism is actually praise "Okay. Back to the other thing, would it offend you if I looked over your contract?"

"That's COOL." Briar says, and seems to mean it. "I want a truck I can live in and drive around and eat shit!"

"What if you run low and eat the truck?" Gwen smiles

"Them's the breaks! I kinda wish those stupid horses weren't so skitty around me. If I had a horse I could get around faster and then eat it if I had to. Like what's-his-butt the Thunder guy. He had goats that pulled his cart around and he got to eat them every night, and then they came back!"