From outside the Pub, the clatter of hooves against stone pavement can be heard, together with the shouts, neighs, curses and screeching of wheels that usually accompanies the stopping of a carriage after a long journey. The door opens and an expensively dressed woman, about fourty years old, enters. She orders her meal and drink with a polite, but authoritative gesture that clearly shows she is used to issuing orders. Wherever she comes from, she is without doubt a person of influence and power there. The woman seats herself comfortably at a vacant table and surveys the room, her eyes jumping from face to face with mild curiosity, almost as if she's looking for someone.
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