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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Raven Crowking" data-source="post: 2153364" data-attributes="member: 18280">In the Church:Brother Hengist pondered Dain's words...and shook his head.  "I do not know," he said.  "If the creature has some means of watching you, perhaps."  Turning to Horsom, the unordained man smiled apologetically.  "Please remember, Horsom, that these people are not so well traveled as you or I.  Most have never gone so far as Selby, and it lies not a day's ride from their doorsteps.  Be certain that everyone who so much as passes through is scrutinized and talked about for months after they have gone.  Years, maybe.  Generations, if their deeds are notable.  Did you not all grumble about how much more interested the villagers were in you, than even this creature that plagues them, when you made rounds to interview potential witnesses?  If they do not watch me as closely as you, be sure that my name has passed their lips."Brother Tillo came in.  "My lords," he said, "the sun nears its zenith.  If you would go to the mill, you must go now."In the Mill:The miller let the cat into the mill.  The post that linked the large, turning millwheel from the millpond to the grist wheels in the mill had been taken out, so that the interior was quiet.  Indeed, this early in the year there would be nothing to grind.  Later, though, the mill would employ local youths to ensure that there were enough hands to turn harvested grain into flour.The outer walls of the mill were stone, with interior walls, floors, and beams of wood.  Pulleys that could be connected to the turning millwheel made it possible to use the stream's power to lift heavy bags of grain to the second floor, where they would be sorted into hoppers and funneled down between the huge grinding stones.  Large wooden double doors on one end of the mill allowed cartloads to be brought in and offloaded near the pulley-driven grain lift.  These doors were closed at the moment.  The miller brought Maldordo in by a side door.  At the moment, again, the mill seemed quiet.  There were plenty of holes and chinks in the loose-fit rouch-carved stones of the mill's outer wall.  Although it had probably been well-plastered once, it was easy to see where rats could get in -- and where Maldordo could get out, if need be."Well, here's a home for you, my Black Tom," said the miller, hunkering down once more with a grunt of pain.  "I think that dwarf busted a rib."  He scratched Maldordo again behind the ears.  "There are some nasty rats in here.  I hope you do better than the last cat I had in here, though I shall probably never know.  Be kind to my sons.  They'll be kind to you in return, if you just catch those rats."  He rose with another grunt.  "I wish you well, Black Tom."Turning, he made to leave the mill.</blockquote>

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