Agoth laughed a deep harty laugh, he couldn't help himself. "Nay, nay, no need to work. Not unless you be needing a job. We've not got a lady to help us about the Inn. One would be greatly welcome. A cook we have,, and a fine one he is too. A stable master and repair man we have, that being me. But we have not a lady to wait on tables. Not a penny will you pay as long as your working here, and your free to leave as you wish."
Eleanor seemed much relieved. Agoth continued. "As for the chair, I apologize to my lady for any harm to her person. I had meant to fix that this morning but it slipped my mind. Ah but here I am talking you to death whilst you starve to death."
Agoth walked briskly to the kitchen and poured a mug of ale, grabbed a large piece of bread, a small dish of butter, bowl of fruit, and what was left of a roasted chicken and put it on a tray. He walked out and set the tray in front of Eleanor. "Here yah be. This is all that we have for tonight. You shall have better fair tomorrow. Ah almost forgot."
Agoth walked to the counter in the front of the room, and leaned over. Then grabbing a key on a small chain, he returned to Eleanor's table. "Heres the key to your room. The room number is on that bit of paper on the chain." Eleanor thank him as well as she could around a mouthfull of bread. Her face turning red with emberassment. "Don't worry about it. Your hungry, eat."
The few late nighters had all gone. Agoth looked about the Inn as he walked to the door and threw the bolt. He then walked over to the fire and stoked it up. "Leave the tray when your finished. I'll take care o' it."