ya know....i resent that comment about females...
0.- er...sorry 'bout that Paige. why dont we let you tell your story then...
right then...lemme see here. i was just as quiet as a pup as i am now. i never liked talking much. i still dont. sometimes i wonder how i manage to run this here Inn...
Uncle Lukas was always my favorite uncle. when you have a large family like mine, you need to have a favorite someone! he and i would spend hours walking about , sometimes quite far from the Inn. it would drive my Aunt Minah nuts...him being away from the Inn for so long. but we would find the most beautiful flowers and butterflies. i could talk to him about things that no one else would ever hear. not that folks heard much out of me...
the Inn has always been a part of my memories. the smells of the kitchen, the sounds in the bar. when i got home each day my mum and Aunt Minah would be in and out of the kitchen running the orders to all the furs, my dad and Uncle Shane would be in the kitchen cooking and cussin up a storm...and Uncle Lukas, over in the corner with some of the regulars, would give me a wink as mom would feed me dinner...
when i was twelve, Uncle Lukas died in a bar fight. a tiger from Cravat had started an argument with a local coyote and when Uncle Lukas tried to break things up, the Cravatian stabbed him...but its something i dont like to discuss...sometimes i wonder what life would be like if he were still here. then again, i wouldnt be running the Inn now, but i would give this all back to him if i could...
i was far too young at that point to run the Inn. sometimes i wonder why Uncle Lukas didnt give it to my father or to another relative. my father ran it quite well for me, though he was a bit too money hungry in my own opinion. he would worry about the best price and not the happiness of the patrons. i guess he could have done a worse job.
this summer my father turned over the resposiblities of the Inn to me. we had a large celebration on my birthday, where he made a speech about the Inn and my uncle then he formally passed the Inn onto me as it should have been. all the locals were there, and a few wandering folk who had been staying at the Inn at the time. all in all it was a wonderful day for me. i was ackowledged as an adult in my family as well as in the community.
after seeing that i would be fine running the Inn, my folks and Aunt Minah moved back to Uncle Lukas' home of Golem. i miss them, especially since i was never good at cooking. the patrons seem to like it well enough so i guess that's what counts. my real talents lie in the ways of magic. i am a healer and a earthworker. i dont know when or how i got these skills, they've always just been there i guess. i try my best to use what i've been blessed with for the good of my town. i just hope that i am living up to whatever expectations are being set for me...
you seem to be doing an excellent job, Paige. no complaints here!
my thanks to you, sir. is there anything else i can get for you? the cider is fresh this morning...