Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25109952-20130815014354/@comment-11457306-20130817153928

(Anybody else out there?)

The cook continued to rattle on as he worked, evidently happy to have someone to talk to. Allysa spooned the broth slowly, only half listening. She could feel a breeze--someone must have propped open the door to the outside. Sounds of the rigging creaking, the sails flapping and the shouts of the sailors drifted in on the breeze. She felt herself relaxing. The broth was really good.