Missy had words she wanted to say to Irene, but she knew better than washing her dirty linen in the outlet that was full of ears that were eager to jump on any information.
'Missy is not in the tavern anymore, is she?'
When Donna looked back to see who had spoken, she saw Tabitha's face. Donna did not like Tabitha simply because she did not know when to stop.
Tabitha was too focused on her role as the town gossip to care about when her poke nosing was too much.
'Tabitha, have you come here to get a dress for yourself too?' Donna looked away from her.
'Yes. I reckon the king shall throw a ball soon. It must be in honour of his son who has recently returned from Bakhil. I shall not miss it.' Tabitha laughed slightly.
Word about the return of the king's son had not travelled outside of the East where the king and his nobles resided but Tabitha knew about it.
