"Pffff, haunted. No one died here save the Comte and he had his pyre ages ago like a proper Andrastian. You only get haunted if there's curses or demons or dead people. Now if the hogs are haunt'n us-" Liddy giggles, shifting till her back is on the seat and her legs up against the back of the chair, looking at the world upside down. "Well then we're in for some trouble, aren't we? Killed so many of them, the Butcher has, we're all goners for sure!"
"Liddy!" Whether to the sitting or the irreverence- Tess huffs. Sighs and props her elbows on the table. "It's an old house, innit? Old houses have old stone and old stone, it talks sometimes. It ain't STONE stone but- it's made OF stone and sometimes it talks. That's all."
"We're above ground, Tess. Stone don't talk." Liddy mutters, rolling her eyes.
"Well that's all I can say that explains the noises! Thuds like carrying a sack of potatoes down a ladder or something, maybe someone's gett'n a late snack or whatever."
"Yeah, but what about the garden then, ey? Ain't no stone in the garden to talk." Liddy twists her head enough to peer at Tess.
"Butcher probably letting her hogs have the run of it again, she does that sometimes! Usually when it's dark so no one see's 'em from the windows. They root around a little and muck up Roland's work but he hasn't pulled a knife on her in, wot, a year?" Tess shakes her head. "She's due another round of that lemme tell you."
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"Liddy!" Whether to the sitting or the irreverence- Tess huffs. Sighs and props her elbows on the table. "It's an old house, innit? Old houses have old stone and old stone, it talks sometimes. It ain't STONE stone but- it's made OF stone and sometimes it talks. That's all."
"We're above ground, Tess. Stone don't talk." Liddy mutters, rolling her eyes.
"Well that's all I can say that explains the noises! Thuds like carrying a sack of potatoes down a ladder or something, maybe someone's gett'n a late snack or whatever."
"Yeah, but what about the garden then, ey? Ain't no stone in the garden to talk." Liddy twists her head enough to peer at Tess.
"Butcher probably letting her hogs have the run of it again, she does that sometimes! Usually when it's dark so no one see's 'em from the windows. They root around a little and muck up Roland's work but he hasn't pulled a knife on her in, wot, a year?" Tess shakes her head. "She's due another round of that lemme tell you."