Somehow, the overburdened woman's struggle brought a massive grin back to Ayla's face. It was too much. She burst out laughing as the shouting woman answered Alexander's question for him, and she strode on up to the door. There, she set her keg of rum down, giving the deer-toting woman as serious a look as she could muster - which is to say she was barely able to hold back further laughter and tears - and opened the door, just like that.

"[i]Just[/i] in time," she replied, knowing fully well just how long the woman had been waiting there. "We'll have something to sup on along with our liquid courage. Get you in, then; we're all looking to join this lodge!"

And, being the sort of woman she was, Ayla stepped on in first, hefting her barrel back up as she went, letting out a happy sigh as she breathed in the smell of what was soon to be venison. She wondered idly if there'd be a mess on the floor, but that was probably someone else's job. Perhaps the dark-skinned woman would clean it, given she'd not lugged a barrel into the building. That seemed fitting.

"Oi!" she called as she entered the common room. "Thaler, sir! We've a grand feast to present, we do!"