The painted dove.

[P.K.]

Papel set at the counter with a clean rag and a couple dozen mugs. her red gold hair pushed over her shoulders and behind her ears as she worked on cleaning the silver wear. The youngest of the two inn keepers she could easily be mistaken for a child and Matilda her mother, which was not the case. she abnormal small teen worked away on her chore before placing the last mug in its place. "Okay Tildy the mugs are done I finished the silver wear and I've put all the plats and bowls away is there anything I'm missing?" she called.

Matilda grinned where she stood on the third floor walkway, she looked down at the Inn with the pride of a mother watching her child's first steps. She had just finished checking each of their twenty-five rooms to ensure their readiness and when Papel announced that the main hall was ready she clapped her hands together loudly "I think we're good!" she called happily "Time to open 'er up?" she asked as she headed down the stairs.

Papel thought for a moment as she moved out into the middle of the room to watch Matilda make her way down. "I suppose we might start a fire but other then that Ay I would say so and soon after, start the food!" Papel gave a wide smile as she tucked the washing rag at her waist. "Where should we put the signs?" she asked the older of the two.

Matilda nodded and went to poke up the glowing embers into a roaring fire "If we put one sign down at the end of the bridge and one above the door we should have guests by noon tomorrow!" cheered the woman, stepping back when the fire flared to life. She grabbed one of the signs and a hammer and headed for the front door "Shall we?" she asked excitedly.

Papel smiled her the older women's excitement and picked up the next sign with a nod and made her way out the door. stopping to take a breath of fresh air coming directly off the lake bed before turning to the bridge and making her way there. "My we sure fixed this place up fast. do you remember what it was like when we first set our eyes on it?!" she girl asked as she peered over the edge of the bridge at the almost still-as-glass water.

Matilda shuddered, remembering the overgrown garden, the dead grass and the crumbling building that they had purchased. "It's much better now." She said firmly, not wanting to remember the bloodstains on the walls and floor from the assorted bar fights.

Papel nodded with a small "ay." she she now followed behind. once they reached the other end she carefully placed the sign. 'There now we are all set." she said with a quite smile. "Should we start preparing the food? we have a large pig and nothing else to do with it and I already made sure it fit on the spit and in the fireplace!"

"Nothing like a pig on a spit to bring in the hungry travelers, eh?" Said Matilda, nudging the younger girl with her hip. She stepped back to admire the view of the sign with the Inn in the distance. "And nothing like opening up to get my blood pumping."

Papel chuckled quickly catching herself from the other women's nudge. "then we better get working on that pig!" she said decidedly before turning on her heels and making her way back over the bridge with Matilda.



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a long stretch of bridge carefully placed and firmly holding as one would cross to find a lonely little island upon the glass waters.

There is a large building that meats your eyes dominating the lush gardens and field surrounding it. hanging above the door is a welcome sign with a white dove painted on it.

Entering the first thing that meets you is the warmth from the flames that burn at the fire side. the seconded is the mouthwatering smell of roasting pig that sits over this fire. third is the murmur of people, though few there are still others of all factions you can name. forth are the two abnormally large, and muscular, men that dice at a table closest to the door. they eye you as you enter but continue one with their game. Last but not least there is a sing hanging next to the door. it reads...

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[Cfavano]

4 beings stride into the Inn, and, even though they are from 2 different factions, they actually get along. Surprising, right? They all sit down at a table, and signal that they want to order.

[Tolvo]

A thin man with a mildly elaborate outfit enters the building with ragged clothing wrapped around his feet and hands. Only the tips of his pointed toes and fingers are visible. Upon setting foot within he removes his cap holding it in his grasp while giving a polite smile to the men playing dice. He takes care to lift his feet high with each step so that he may not scratch the ground beneath him. Walking up to the bar Oko places one hand lightly upon it swiping it slightly to get a feel for the texture. As he stands the man takes note to look around and see who is currently at the Dove while he waits for some service.

[Love Amore]

Matilda strode over to the table that held her first customers, as she passed the gentleman at the bar she signaled that she'd be with him in just a moment "Welcome to the Painted Dove, what can I do ya' fer?" she asked with a big grin. "We got mead and beer and wine and bread, we'll have a roast pig pretty soon and some other good eats."

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Matilda strode over to the table that held her first customers, as she passed the gentleman at the bar she signaled that she'd be with him in just a moment "Welcome to the Painted Dove, what can I do ya' fer?" she asked with a big grin. "We got mead and beer and wine and bread, we'll have a roast pig pretty soon and some other good eats."

[Cfavano]

"You have any human flesh? I would also like the blood of a 12 year old virgin." Says Mildred. "Hmmmm, I would like...A paladin, in chains, and a nice... dark red wine." Zasareyt says, almost moaning at the thought. "I will take some white rice, roasted vegetables, and a small bottle of rice wine." Zilong tells the waitress. "I'll have what he's having!" Julia giggles.

[Love Amore]

"A bottle of red wine, a bottle of rice wine and two plates of roasted vegitables with rice?" confirmed Matilda "And I'm afraid we're all out of human flesh, virgin blood of any age and chained paladins. Would you like to order anything different?"

[Cfavano]

Mildred grumbles. "Do you have any large live animals, then? Bring me one." "Oh, phooey. Well, frogs legs, then." Zilong and Julia nod.

[Eddren]

A flash at the door, and in a dark corner appeared the dark figure of a mage. At first glance, he was nothing special--He could even be a Cleric, to the casual observer. It was the second glance that revealed the most information--A slight, purple, eldritch spark ran up and down his cane. His face, save for his mouth, was covered by shadow. Overlaying the shadow was unnaturally white hair, which sparked with energy in much the same manner as that of the cane. With a slow, measured pace, he took seat at a table, seemingly untaken.
In the seat across from him materialized another being. A smirk plastered his face, and he wore a black tuxedo with gold trim. Putting a hand to his chin, he looked about. "My compliments to the owners," he stated, amused. "You've done well with this place, considering it's...ahem shady past. If the rumors are to be believed." He raised a hand, "A nice wine for the man over there, and a water. If you can, with a dead spirit within."

[Love Amore]

"Frog's legs it is, and..." Matilda thought for a moment, she couldn't bring a live animal inside nor did she want to "Hows about I bring you a raw steak?" she suggested after a moment a silence.

[Cfavano]

"Sure, whatever, as long as it is fresh, and warm. And, if you have some chitlins that would be nice. Have them raw too, and no seasoning."

[Love Amore]

Matilda nodded "I'll have the drinks right out." she said, tossing a smile and a nod at the newcomers "Got it! And thanks." she said as she walked behind the bar to address the man who stood there "And what'll it be for you?" she asked, her smile broad and care free. She hadn't expected things to work out so well so soon.

[P.K.]

Papel quietly came from the kitchen door hefting two drinks. "I've got them." She said to Matilda as she passed the women to make her way to the two men sitting at the farther end. "Here's your fine whine sorry if its not that chilled." she said apologetically setting both drinks down in front of the men. "Will there be anything else?" she asked quietly folding her hands in front of her as she waited for a response.

[Tolvo]

The man turned to her and extended his neck slightly causing his head to push out further while it tilted back exposing his chin a bit more. "I was curious about if you have brown rice tea served hot." His right hand left his side while his arm bent moving outwards in an expressive manner. Palm flat towards the ceiling with fingers spread out. "I would also like to know if you have any selection of fish and their prices."

[Love Amore]

Matilda grinned at Papel as she passed "We got all manner of sea beast, price depends on what you want. And I'll have your tea right out." Her heart was racing and her face was flushed with the excitement of success.

[Eddren]

Dezeroth spoke up now. "Steamed rice, if you would, please. You'd be surprised how much of a luxury that can be."

Brevsin strode in, stretching his sore muscles. Seron had been giving him a beating, again, and the man was about ready for some rest and relaxation. Why he came to this particular place was beyond him, but he'd heard it had just opened up, so....Looking around, he gave a confident smile. "Would anyone care to share company?"

[Tolvo]

Oko nodded at the girl as she left him. He leaned backwards balancing himself upon his hands with both flat on the bar behind him. Craning his neck from right to left he noticed the newcomer talking about the prospect of conversation. His left hand rose up daintily with only one finger straightened as the others curled into his palm. "I'd enjoy a small party if you don't mind standing."

[P.K.]

Papel nodded to Dezeroth keeping mental note as she gave him a light smile at his comment. "coming right up." she said before turning on her heels to head back to the kitchen. She turned her head as the door opened up "welcome!" she greeted before she slipped once again past the counter and vanished into the kitchen. it was a few moments before the small girl came back out once again with what had been ordered carefully balanced in her hands. she set it down. "there careful now that just came out." she warned rubbing her hands together for a moment.

With a small twirl the girl turned once again and headed back into the kitchen to prepare some more food. men where always hungry there for she might as well get something else cooking.

[Eddren]

Brevsin nodded heartily, coming to stand next to the man. "I don't suppose you've come because of the rumors of a neutral zone?"

[Tolvo]

"Why yes, I wished to see if such a fantasy was reality or not. So far it seems I have not been lied to." He bowed deeply with one hand still behind his back and the other now upon his chest. During this his eyes closed and opened slowly as he rose. "I am known as Chin by the way. What may I call you?"

[Eddren]

He gave another confident smile before returning the bow, saying "I am known as Brevsin." If the name did not strike the mans' memories, then it was likely better that way. "And I came here because the battlefield is no place to speak of others of my beliefs."

[P.K.]

Papel quietly returned out handing one of the two men as that bar his drink. "sorry for the wait Matilda has found herself busy so it might be a minute but here is your brown rice tea." she said presently. she turned on her heels quickly to vanish back into the kitchen once more before coming out with a tray full of what the earlier guests had ordered. "Right here's some frog legs hums the meat and here's yours sir..." she said placing what she had in front of each as she went. She then turned once more in a flurry of skirt and heels and made her way back to the two men. 'anything for you?" she asked Brevsin.

[Eddren]

Brevsin shook his head. "I'll be fine for the moment." It'd be better to keep a clear head; after all, he might be in a neutral zone, but people might not take a liking to his beliefs...He had to make sure he didn't break any rules.

[Tolvo]

He nodded to the woman as she brought his drink giving a half smile. It sat there steaming in front of him as he gave it a moment to cool. "It's a fitting place to exercise them though." His eyes scanned about again looking for any that could be giving them any attention. "You are right though in that one shouldn't expect much in the way of conversation with death only a breath away. Perhaps you are educated in some manner, giving your thoughts merit to those with eras?"

[Eddren]

Brevsin shook his head. "I was taught by my father, which is the reason I am literate. Most of my life was spent learning under him...He was kind, but not quite a follower of the Soul Orbs...And so I grew up with his beliefs." The warrior shrugged, "Unfortunately, he passed away, and I kept to his final words. Such is my way. Along the way, I gained my first lessons in combat escaping from my Father's past...Which came to haunt me...And was taught in a military Academy after being saved." He gave a smile, "I suppose you weren't calling for a life story, but it's hard to explain my education without explaining it all."

[P.K.]

Papel nodded quietly to the men. "call me when you feel the need for something then I'll be right through this door." she said before more slowly turned through the door and vanished once again.

[Tolvo]

"Well whether by the word of a parent or some school of thought, the process of learning is all the same." His left hand grasped the plate upon which the tea cup sit raising it to chest height. "Do not mind yourself so much sir carrying such a weight. What is the purpose of society if not for the sharing of the burdens upon our shoulders?" With his right hand he lifted the tea cup from the plate putting it up to his lips and lightly tilting it. As he did this he made a slightly disgruntled face and lowered it back onto the plate. "Perhaps I should have given it another minute to cool."

[Eddren]

Brevsin laughed. "I'm sorry, it's just that I come from a land where heat is little problem to us." A glance went to his bracers, before muttering "Although sometimes the distinct lack of heat is unnerving..." Seeming to ignore his own statement, he continued on. "..I suppose I'll do a little speaking while you're drinking." He leaned up against the bar, staring into oblivion for a while. "...Ever wondered why it is that all these terrible things are happening? This devastating war...The rumors of mist on the distant horizon...Don't be too surprised about that. Fieran fishermen sail quite close to the sea...And yet, we seem to have one great gift come from it? The Meragia?" He paused for a moment, taking in a breath. "...Ever think that perhaps the Meragia are false gods? And that we won't be able to stop our wars until they're gone?"

[Tolvo]

Oko gave an open mouth smile at his remark of heat while nodding his head. After listening to the words of the man the serpent gave a look to the table full of mixed people. "I think perhaps you should consider who may or may not be listening in sir. While perhaps I'm not as easily bothered you never know who might take offense to sacrilege." He gave his tea another try and gave a light breath of air after enjoying the flavor. "Then again perhaps my lack of great care could show omens to others."

[Eddren]

Brevsin shook his head. "They may attempt to break the peace, but I will refuse to fight. Hopefully justice will be swift." He gave a sheepish grin, "Why, Seron would probably say it's just further training." With a sigh, though, he shrugged. "But it seems as though that's what it is--No true gods would choose to sow so much strife."

Dezeroth and Vvlore chatted happily, though those around them knew not that what they said was just light-hearted nonsense. The real meat of things was going on around them...."So, how goes your own research?" Dezeroth questioned, leaning in, a distracted smile on his face? "Fine, as always. With all this interesting news going on in the world, though, I can't help but shake my head! Why, sometimes I feel like I'm moving at only half the speed of everything around me!" Dezeroth nodded. "That's quite common. Scholars can't help but feel like rocks among the tides of our surrounding world."

[Tolvo]

Leaning back it came to Oko's attention that his meal had arrived with a wooden fork. He made sure that nothing had spilled onto his back when pumping into it and set his tea down besides himself. "Ah peace never does last long does it? Every time it would seem it is achieved someone else comes up with what they consider the true vision." He placed a bit of the meat into his mouth and carefully chewed it swallowing it after a few moments. "Catfish, a delightful surprise. But you shouldn't concern yourself too much with justice sir. You'll go mad trying to think on a level above mortal minds."

[Eddren]

Brevsin chuckled. "Perhaps we are thinking too high. Think of it; the animals manage to get along better than we do." He sighed, "And yet--I still wish I could stop it from happening. But there's no way to do as much without crushing all rebellions with an iron fist." A shake of his head, now. "And I can't bring myself to do that...Not unless they kill innocents..."

[Tolvo]

"I agree to a degree. Animals seem to have a better balance than we do." His mouth filled again with the meat being chewed and swallowed by the serpent. "They still kill one another regularly and fight. Yet they don't let it be personal to my understanding. Eat what can be eaten. I'd suggest sticking to your limitations sir and to quit concerning yourself too much with the world. You'll do more with focus."

[Eddren]

"That's what I've always been told, but....That's how things have always been treated, haven't they? I mean, really, that's what got us into this whole mess. Our leaders...They no longer have limitations."

[Tolvo]

"I imagine they have limitations. We just haven't seen the edge of their painting yet but it must be there." Oko placed his food down and picked up his tea for a few drinks. As he put it down again he pointed to it with a single finger. "Perhaps tea would help calm your fiery soul sir. It isn't healthy to live with such stress and determination."

[Eddren]

Fire. There's that word again. I suppose he could pick up on my origins as well as anyone else. A casual order of tea for himself, and Brevsin nodded. "Well, they certainly seem to be willing to test it at the cost of thousands of lives."

[Tolvo]

"I suppose if the people are willing to throw down their lives it would be considered their own choice." The man picked up his plate of food and continued the meal. After a few bites he put down the fork and removed a rag from inside of his clothing. Silently Oko wiped his mouth and put it back. "If I told a man to jump from a cliff and he does, is it at my head? Even though he can see the sharp rocks at the bottom and knows only death follows?"

[P.K.]

Papel was now in the back preparing more meals for more people coming in.

Karrha quietly came in leaving her bow and quiver at one of the tables close to the door and even closer to the men who diced. Glancing around she could only make out a few that she could easily tell from what faction. still she was relaxed if not open. it was a simple fact here there was no fighting and Karrha no intentions of braking the rule, besides she simply just did not care enough to do so should that opportunity present itself.

Moving to one side of the bar she set herself down and waited quietly till Papel came out to greet her. "What can I get you?" the girl asked the older women. "Some herbal tea if you will." the latter answer quietly leaning into the bar as she relaxed herself and closed her eyes. she was not at all watchful it seemed nor tens. of coarse thats not what this place was for either. Papel nodded and vanished into the kitchen with a small flurry of her skirt.

[Tolvo]

The door of the Dove swung open slamming into the wall as a bulky tall man stood in the door way. His head sunk as he looked about pointing casually towards the door. "It, looked a lot heavier than I, sorry about that." Before continuing the man slowly pulled the door back and carefully closed it looking at the mark upon the wall. "Why that's, you can barely notice it!" He tried to tip toe through the Dove hoping no one was really paying too much attention to him as he saw Karrha's bow. A big smile crossed his face as he marched over towards her with both shoulders raised causing him to strut like a peacock. As soon as he was near to her a big meaty finger was wagged in her direction. "Hey, you some kind of hunter doe?"

[P.K.]

Karrha started a bit turning around to look at this new comer glancing behind him to peer at the door and then back to the man. "A hunter?" she asked slowly eying him for a moment while pressing her lips in a thin line. "No." she said simply turning back around to see Papel come back out the door with a wild stare "Don't be alarmed." Karrha said simply to her "No one's starting a bar fight quite yet." Papael frowned and then eyed the big man. "Is there anything I can get you?" she asked with a slight frown as she glanced at the door. her partner might not be to happy about that dent...

[Tolvo]

"Indeed, I'm so hungry I could go mad! I think they call it Hadry or something like that." He patted the his thighs audibly slapping them before lifting up both arms outwards. "I don't carry any of your gold though, is there anything on the menu that is free?" The dark skin around his eyes wrinkled for a moment as a blank look went across his face. For a few seconds it seemed as if the man had died when suddenly a bit of drool fell onto his beard as he nodded his head mouth agape. "Yeah if you have any stringy rabbit meat especially!" The thick arms he had went out wide in excitement. "Or some beer! I love beer!"

[P.K.]

Papel looked at the man strangely and was about to answer when Karrha waved her attention "Don't mind him I'll take care of it just grab the man something ton eat." she said faintly Papel only raised a questning eye brow before again vanishing through the door. she came out moments later setting down Karrha's tea which she thanked her for waving to the man to sit karrha picked up her drink and took a short sip.

[Tolvo]

He pulled the chair close to him and cautiously lowered his rump into it twisting it about getting comfortable. "They really should widen these standards. Who can even fit into these little things?" Both of his arms almost slammed onto the table but at the last second he hesitated realizing just how bad of an event that would be. His arm extended across the table as his massive hand floated in front of Karrha. "Thank you sow! I'm Corradhin by the way in case you don't recognize me so easily." His head turned so that only the left side of his face was visible to her. "Most people recognize me like this."

[Eddren]

Dezeroth looked up, vaguely surprised to see the serious healer out and about with the rest of civilization. "And here I thought she'd simply shunned all of humanity," he stated absently. Vvlore looked over his shoulder before grinning. "A friend of yours, I take it? How odd of you, Dezeroth. Rarely do you take to noticing anyone as more than a potential...'ally.' I think I may be proud. Well, perhaps that's a stretch." Dezeroth smirked. "And what makes you think this is different?

[Jacogos]

The door to the tavern opened slowly and a heavily cloaked figure entered. The figure tried not to attract notice with his entrance, but apparently the two dicing men saw all who entered. The figure hesitated for a moment before swallowing (rather loudly to his ears) and continuing inside. He sat at a table away from the other groups, hoping for some solace for the moment in this apparently neutral zone.

He raised his hand briefly towards the innkeeper, hoping to get a warm meal for once. Rations had left a rather bland taste in his mouth for the past few months.

[P.K.]

Papael once again came out with the meat the man had ordered setting it down in front of him and trying to to intrude as he and the women, who smelled so strongly of herb herself, she took notice that yet another had come in and scurried over while making it seem she was in no hurry. 'What can I do for you?" she asked pleasantly as she reached the hooded figure.

Karrha quietly sipped her tea listening to the man and watching her hand though she kindly refused to shake it as she continued to hold her cup. "Karrha." she said quietly taking another sip. She had been hopping for a little more quietness but it seemed it was a little more then unavoidable at this point so she might as well be kind, as kind as one like herself got. she had noticed Dez and might have, might have, greeted him had he not had other company with him looking as if he was busy however she put this out of her mind and turned to her new 'friend'

[Jacogos]

The man watched as the innkeeper approached, careful to keep his head and, consequently, his hood lowered. At her words, he spoke hesitantly, a deep yet troubled voice coming from the depths of the cowl.

"Something warm, please. Whatever you may have special. I believe I smelled a pig roasting on my way in...?" he asked, his gloved hands resting on the table in front of him.

[P.K.]

Papael tipped her head at the man. "Ay the pig should be done by now I'll cut you a large slab if you like" she said kindly glancing around the inn to see if any one else needed her attention she quietly moved back, once again, into the kitchen and then back out and to the fireplace where she cut into the pig, though a small frown on her face as she did so, and as she had said cut a rather large slab off before returning to set the plate in front of the hooded man. "Would you like anything to drink?" she asked.

[Tolvo]

"Ah!" The bombastic man looked down at his dirt covered hand. "Not a fan of dirt are you? Well that's okay sister!" He picked up the rabbits leg and began to take chunks out of it chewing heavily with his seemingly fang like teeth. "If you aren't a hunter what do you have a bow for deer? Seems a bit out of place to carry something like that if you aren't doing what's natural with it." Blood dripped down his maw onto his chest which was tattooed with a strange message. Crudely inked into his skin was the word "Circle" in the very center between his bare nipples. "You know you should eat more get some muscle on those bones. Why you could be as big as a bear! Then you wouldn't need that bow."

[P.K.]

Karrha could not help a tight smile at the man "I'm afraid my... body build would allow very little growth in the way..." she said taking once again a small sip. "beside that bow is For hunting but more then just deer..." she said and now set down her tea "Its also for my protection..." she said and sighed. she eyed his own and the markings that she could see from her angle but said nothing of them. Karrha had no problem getting dirty but there was a fine line between having to and wanting to and then being dirty and being uncouth still she remained silent about both.

[Tolvo]

He stared at her blankly like he did while thinking about his order. The bits of food resting in his open mouth before he suddenly snapped back to life. "I didn't know you have a mecidial condition. I'm sorry if I brought attention to it." His thick hand wiped blood from his mouth simply smudging it upon his skin. "So what do you hunt then if its more than deer? Oh don't tell me, fish! You're a fisher man! Or is it fisher woman? I'm not sure what the right word is, or are you a Dragon hunter!" The big man slapped his chest loudly. "That's got to be it, yo hunt Dragons for sport duh. What's more of a more than a deer than a Dragon!"

[Jacogos]

The man smiled, an expression hidden by the darkness of the cloak, but a noise rumbling from his midsection gave him away rather easily. "Ah... I am indeed famished.. Thank you," he said, eying the pork ravenously. "Might there be a house special? If not, any mead will do." That said, he began to quickly cut into the pork, dismissing his hostess almost immediately. He ate as if it was the first meal he had had in weeks.

[P.K.]

Karrha sighed softly rubbing one hand over her eyes before looking back up. "No I am quite well in health thank you." she said and decided not to explain farther. "as for hunting know I hunt what I can if I want to eat it but half the time I miss..." she said smirking quietly and picked up and drained the rest of her tea. "no I hunt men... on a battle feild." she said with a slight frown that remained as she stared down into her empty tea cup.

Papel blinked at the man but simply turned and headed back to the bar and pored the man some of the special and returned with it placing it down in front of him before slipping out into the room and began to clean up some of the empty mugs and tables.

[Tolvo]

"You hunt men?" The big fellow flexed one of his arms but then relaxed it as apparently it was just an instinctive move on his part. "What's the biggest one you've ever gotten?" Quickly he gnawed upon one of the bones before putting it upon the plate in front of him. His right thumb pointed back at his own face. "Ever gotten any as big as me? I've tried finding some but it's so hard sometimes. Not to mention humans just don't taste good." Cor waved his left arm at one of the women serving people. "Hey did I ask for a beer or did I just think I did!" His arm lowered as he continued to smile before making a serious face at Karrha. "Seriously did I say it out loud or just think it?"

[P.K.]

Karrha raised an eye brow at the man. "from what I can tell from where I am... no I have not." she said simply. as he called to the inn keeper and then asked her the question Karrha shook her head. "No you did say so." "Ey and I'm sorry I'll be right there!" Papel called picking up the last of the empty mugs and shuffling back into the kitchen. she was gone for a long moment and the sounds ot kitchen work going on before she slipped back out and set the beer in front of the man . "My apologys" she said before vanishing again.

Karrha rubbed her head and pushed her cup away from her making room for her to cross her arms and then lean on the bar.

[Jacogos]

The man ate and drank until the plate was clean and the mug empty. Though stopping short of licking the dish free of scraps, he made sure he got everything that wouldn't slip through the fork's prongs into his mouth. Breathing lightly in contentment, the man began to peer around tavern to see who was present. There were few he could pick out from factions, but there was a man he recognized from Archeos... he drew the hood down lower and the cloak itself tighter around his frame. No good to be recognized here...

[Tolvo]

Cor nodded greatly as the beer came quickly seizing the mug and chugging it within seconds. Swiping away the liquid on his lips the man leaned forwards knocking over the container which had held his drink. He groaned loudly while holding his head. "Aw I shouldn't have pushed myself so hard, should have stuck with only half a drink." His words began to slur while he pointed a finger at Karrha as he always seems to do. "I bet you couldn't a' drinkin' tat mush!"

[P.K.]

Karrha gave a quickly passing smile "I don't drink... much". it seemed that he became rather intoxicated easily. however she contemplated having a small shot but decide against it. she still had to walk home. And she quite loathed the thought of trying to while drunk... even the slightest bit that or asking for help from dez she frowned at this thought and shook her head at herself. no a healer had to be quite attentive so she would remain aware of herself and surroundings.

[Tolvo]

Cor leaned back in his chair causing it to creak loudly. "You don't drink? Neiter do I but look how good I feel!" The man seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open while his stomach started to rumble. "Ya got any friendsh cub? Dey are goods to have."

[P.K.]

Karrha eyed the man "Not many." she answered. "most are dead..." lacing her fingers together she lend her chin on them. however she closed her eyes quietly for a moment before pushing herself up. "I should be getting back." she said as she stood "It was nice making your... acquaintance."

[Jacogos]

With his belly full of warm mead and meat, the cloaked man continued to eye the other patrons of the tavern, taking in the different conversations and faces that populated the wooden building. A few sat at the bar, two pairs in conversation. One pair was a large man and a girl, neither giving off powerful faction vibes. The other was a scaled being speaking to a younger-looking man. The former could be assumed to be of Aeregos: their upper class warriors looked like that, while the latter man was also anonymous.

The man's eyes continued their sweep of the room.

[Tolvo]

"Twas nice meeting yoursh!" The drunken haze seemed to cause a perpetual smile across his face while his head turned looking for company. With his right hand he pointed at Dez and his left at the hooded figure eating alone. "Either of you tchwoo fine gentermen need a partay animal!" Cor stood knocking his chair over onto the floor. "Cause I need shome people to." Like before his face went blank as his words abruptly ended while both of his brows twitched uncontrollably.

[P.K.]

Karrha had passed a smile and begin to move away but abruptly stopped as the man stopped as well. she turned her head to watch him for a long moment with cruise tension. As a healer Karrha was very much aware and.. worried about this curies pause that man had. Despite not knowing what faction or much about him she would not with hold her help here. she waited for any signs that the man would mayhaps collapse or worse.

[Jacogos]

The man paused in his musings when the large man at the bar suddenly stood up and asserted himself a 'partay animal' in hopes of finding more conversation. The hooded man opened his mouth to answer but was silenced by the curious look on the large man's face. Blinking once, the figure closed his mouth and watched the man, waiting for him to either fall over or rejoin the world.

[Eddren]

Dezeroth and Vvlore both looked at the drunk, looked to each other, looked back, and started laughing outright. With a gesture to a nearby chair and a mental command, Aeregos, it slid back, and the gestured toward it, not minding the slight howl of wind coming from it. "Have a seat, friend-" Vvlore started, "-We'll see who can drink the most, first, and by the end-" Dezeroth continued, "-We'll have out-partied the party animal!" Even filled with mirth as they were, this was a grand time to gauge reactions of those around here. There might be no outward violence, but intrigue would certainly be welcome.

[Tolvo]

The man casually walked out of his trance over to the open seat. "Certainly frienends!" He harshly fell into the seat which made it almost seem as if the chair would break apart. Both of his eyes were partially closed while he tried to look at the two men's faces. "You two don't know what ya signed up for!" Both of his burly arms folded over one another. "I may be black oursh drunk, but I'm tha' king or somethin' of drinkin' wata! Drank a pond once!" He leaned in closely speaking in a whisper. "Pissed a storm."

[Eddren]

Vvlore and Dezeroth laughed. "Then I guess we'll just have to drink something that'll really put you under the table!" Leaning up, Dezeroth motioned for the serving lass, "Lass, we could use some rum, here!" Vvlore looked over at the man. "Rum. Ever had rum? It's got a great taste to it. I can see why pirates love it." He leaned on the table. "Can't say I've ever pissed a storm, but I've raised a few. After a few drinks, I'll probably raise a new one!"

[Eddren]

Brevsin shook his head. "You'd think, though, that people would stop to consider that. I mean, we've got these massive armies, each of them marching to battles with enormous numbers of death. And every explanation I've heard so far is that it's for peace. As if they couldn't bring peace about by simply going home. Maybe applying a trade. Stopping bandits. Whatever it is they're good at. Hell, it'd be a better way of applying peace--There'd be less for people to take advantage of."

[Tolvo]

"Never had rumb. As long as it ain't got alcihil I'll drink it!" His large fist slammed into the table causing it to tilt for a second before gravity took over. "I don't like sweet things either, they taste so." Cor scratched at his beard while looking towards the ceiling eyes still partially closed. One of his hands waved about in the air while the man was deep in thought. "Whatsh the word."

[Tolvo]

Oko traced the rim of his tea with his pinky before plunging it into the slightly warm liquid. "Deterrence, spreading ideologies and religions, there are many reasons for war." The digit entered his mouth where it was sucked upon until he removed it. "I can't say I've heard of someone talking about peace through war. Maybe its aftermath but not the war itself." With his catfish finished the serpent finally drank the last of his tea again wiping his mouth with the handkerchief. "Perhaps if too little land is exchanged the common man won't even notice this war in his lifetime."

[Jacogos]

He talks of peace as if it was a dream. Yet here we all sit... as if factionless and without a care in the world... the man thought, studying the duo. After the large man had recovered from his stupor, the figure had left the newly formed trio alone, not wishing to partake in such nonsense. It was quite amusing to listen to, to be sure, but this other conversation was far more intriguing.

[Eddren]

Brevsin shook his head. "They've noticed. At least, the common man of Scaravus doubtless has. A large stretch of their land was taken by Fieran armies. Ilean mountains, as well. I don't know how it fairs in the western section, but many people are suffering from this war in the east." A sigh, "And all because I fail to convince friend or foe that they don't need to kill to achieve peace..."

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Vvlore shook his head. "No, it's not sweet. Not too sweet, anyway. Kinda...Fruity, I think, might be a good word to me. At least it is to me." Dezeroth grinned, "Besides, what's the fun in water, mm? You're in a peaceful place; a little celebration for the opening is in order." And besides, we'll get to know your mind far better.

[Tolvo]

"Well it would seem that if they did kill everyone else, there would be peace." Oko gave a wry smile. "War is war in the west. I can't really complain much aside from perhaps the rationing of food." He rubbed his stomach lightly. "I'd rather have a mouthful than and earful, or was it an eye sore? There was some saying but it escapes me at this moment."

"Naw naw naw, I remembur rumb. It makes my belly hurt like a cross eyed." The man gave into one his by now quite noticeable moments of silence before finishing the thought. "Sparrow, or somethin'. I don't even know." His eyes fell upon Dez. "What kind of animal goes cross eyed but is allegacorical?"

[Eddren]

Dez blinked, "I dunno. What does allegacorical mean?" Considering he wasn't much of a zoo-ologist on the best of days, and certainly didn't know what that term meant, he was fairly certain it was alright to ask about something that sounded like a poetry technique. Vvlore chuckled and shook his head, but said nothing, waiting to hear the mans' reaction, before thinking for a moment, "An owl?"

Brevsin chuckled. A dark chuckle, for dark humor. "Well, order some food, then. And I suppose that's right, but they're the most likely to die." With a shrug, he continued, "After all, they're the one who'll be losing life or limb. Property, too. A lot of our soldiers were at least at one point family men, ranchers, farmers, woodcutters, chefs, brewers....It wasn't like we always had enormous armies."

[Tolvo]

"Perhaps some did, I've heard stories of Leongarde. I could imagine them hosting quite a few soldiers when not face to face with other men. Though I digress." His eyes were drawn to the windows through which he could see the great outdoors. "While our conversation has been enlightening sir I believe I might be seeking solace for some time. It looks well enough out that I may enjoy a stroll in quiet." The serpent placed a reasonable amount of gold coins beside his tea and plate while putting his cap back on. "Another time sir we can continue our talk. But for the moment I bid you farewell."

"Itsh like, has a deeper meaning." The drunk formed his hands into a cup and seemed to try and wiggle his fingers while extending them. "Like you dig into a bowl of soup to find worms inshide. Like der is something deeper in there." While lowering both of his arms snot began to run from his nose onto his mustache. "Except with words and art. Or was it booksh?"

[Eddren]

Dezeroth nodded. "Ahh. Allegorical. Well, I'd say your stomach hurt as much as a cross-eyed bears." He pointed to the mans' frame, "You know, since you're so big and all." Vvlore nodded. "Could be a cross-eyed mammoth, as well. Real fierce creatures, those. Real big, too."

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Brevsin nodded, watching briefly for a moment before returning to his tea. It did, however, give some insight to the way things were. Perhaps some of the war-loving nations should at least be reduced in size. That could limit their ability to harm others.

[Tolvo]

Oko merrily left the Dove to enjoy a walk with nature.

"Bearsh don't go cross eyed, you kidders." A thick hand slapped into the air next to Dez which prompted Cor to look suddenly at the table. "Oh shorry, I didn't mean to hit so hard I was just kiddin' around!" Both of his hands seemed to shake at nothing while tears formed on the man's cheeks. "Don't cha die on me buddy, it washn't that hard a slap!"

[Eddren]

Dez and Vvlore blinked before shrugging, "I think-" Dezeroth started, before Vvlore ended with, "the table can stand a hearty slap." Nevermind the fact that we could probably throw a fireball at this thing and it'd stay in one piece, Dezeroth thought with a chuckle, even as Vvlore thought of dropping a second-class demon on it.

[Tolvo]

While they tried to explain to him about the feelings of a table Cor collapsed onto it as drool flowed out of his mouth and onto the table. He seemed to be snoring loudly.

[Eddren]

Dezeroth looked to Vvlore. "Oh, my." Vvlore looked back. "Now, what are we to do? He's a mite heavy for standard Air magic. And I doubt we can lift him." The two mages shrugged, before downing their rum. "Ah, well. He looks comfortable where he is. No need to bother."

[P.K.]

Karrha had rolled her eyes shortly after hearing Dez's and his guests offer to the other. will since he seemed fine she took up her bow and left back to the cares and worried of a healer.

Papel filled orders and quickly, bussily filled them one by one. even with so few people things seemed likely and she was glad thats how an inn should be! She scurried around doing one thing after another having hardly enough time to think of anything else.

[Cfavano]

Mildred begins to tear apart the meat with his bare hands and teeth, snarling and chewing with his mouth open. Julia eat their food in silence, but Zasareyt, moves from the table, with her food and drink, to sit with the cloaked man, sitting all alone. "Well, hello there, you looked all lonely, so, I decided to give you some company." She leans forward, giving a full view of her cleavage. "How are you doing? My name is Zasareyt Venomclaw, of Disgeran. You remind me of someone, a Man by the Name of Verminathras, but, surely you couldn't be him, could you? I don't think Vermie would show himself in a place like this."

[Jacogos]

For a long while, the man simply sat and listened to the conversation between the scaled man and the other, silently betting that he was a Scaravian based on his way of talking and other key things. Eventually the two parted ways, the scaled one leaving the Dove altogether, which saddened him. He was quite the interesting character...

Meanwhile, the large man had succumbed to his drink and was passed out on the table. The hooded man chuckled quietly to himself, the scene quite amusing to him. His amusement was cut short when he was suddenly joined by a rather... unique individual. Sparsely dressed, she might have passed for a sensual figure if he wasn't quite aware of her Disgeran origins, even without her explicitly stating it. The aura she gave off stank of the southernmost faction, a stench he should know.

"I most certainly am not this.. Verminathras..." the man said quietly, the deepness of his voice making it hard to get to a whisper. "If I ever meet him, I'll be sure to mention you," he continued, keeping his head lowered still to avoid her gaze. "I am called Garrett..." he peered over at the table she had left. "Odd company for you to keep..."

[Cfavano]

"True, true. But this guy came up to use and said that we all had something in common, and should get along. They are no fun though. The girl is too devoted to that man, he's too stuffy for me, and Mildred just doesn't get it. Though perhaps..." She traces a finger down her ivory chest. "You could be different. I have learned many things in my years, many of them 'fun', and I learned that life is meant to be lived to the fullest, and the best way to do it is...sensually. How about we get a room, and I show you some of the thousand-and-nine pleasures of the dark?" A coy smile is on her lips, and she blows him a kiss and winks.

[The Imposter]

BOOM


The doors to the dove opened wildly hitting the walls quite hard. The hooded figure walked dropping his arms from the position of pushing the doors so strongly. Another shuffled behind him quietly contrasting the amount of attention the former was, well, attracting to himself.

(please read with an atypical british accent)

'OI! And didja see the tail on 'er?! I'm tellin' ya Jasper she was the best ninety-four pieces of gold, I 'ave ever spent for a lady o' the night! And les not forget that I picked 'er pocket before she left to get it back. Hahahhaha'

The one called Jasper didn't laugh but rather pursed his lips together and pushed his glasses back up the ridge of his nose. In all honesty he didn't much prefer coming to such places, with all many of germs. Most places like this were...well...they were much too grimy for the young man. But, with Gyle off doing such dastardly things for Disgeran of late he didn't get much time to spend with his childhood friend.

The quickly took a seat at an empty table while Gyle continued to regale his adventures with a certain lady of the night, obnoxiously loud to boot. For a thief, or one generally sneaky altogether Gyle had quite a loud mouth on him.

'OI, my lovely lollies would'ja mind fetching mi and my good friend here sum' o' your finest ales?'

Jasper quickly interjected as he took off his glasses and cleaned them.

'Please...and could you rinse my mug out thrice times before putting the ale in it. I'm not quite good with.....germs you see. Not to worry though I'll pay extra for the service.'

'Bugger 'ere can't handle a wee bit of nature in his mug, hahahaha!'

Jasper sighed deeply knowing not what was in store for him and Gyle this evening. Gyle having sat with his back to the wall had been surveying the other patrons as was his nature, even with his charade he had learned he could never be too careful.

[Jacogos]

Garrett blinked a few times at the woman's rather blunt approach. Had he been a different man, he would have leaped to the chance at a bit of play at a second's notice, but perhaps his past training had stuck with him a bit too much.

"I'd have to decline," Garrett said, his head turning slightly towards the door that was opened quite violently in his opinion. "Besides I'm sure there is..." he turned his head back towards the 'woman', hood still low enough to hide his features. "... better prey about." He waited for her to leave, though he doubted she would. Usually they were much more persistent, though he wasn't sure about this one.

[Eddren]

Dezeroth and Vvlore looked over at the two, and, noting the mans' discomfort, came over to sit. Essentially, a cock-block. "Ho, there, friend!" Vvlore beamed at the hooded man, completely ignoring the woman. "How about some conversation?" Dezeroth piped up now, "We've been chatting each other up for long enough now, and felt we needed some fresh blood!"
Brevsin turned to stare at the four with a keen sense of disinterest. It would have been fun to see, but the woman ruined it. She had no self-respect, and was the exact kind of person he assumed would carry on wars. Besides that, she caused more fights than she resolved. Just...Just...LOOK at her! his mind screamed to him, It's PROOF that if anyone should win, Firanos must be the ones to do so!

[Cfavano]

"True, true. I do like to cast a wide net, but...Someone who would refuse, perhaps might not enjoy it. The offer still stands, darling, and you know where to find me." She slowly sidles off, her hips swaying to and fro. She decides to go to the table where Gyle, a fellow disgeranean, was sitting. She sits next to the person he came in with. "Hello, Gyle, ho's your cute friend?" She twists her body showing off the fullness of her bosom, winking at Gyle's friend.

[Jacogos]

Well... the succubus is gone, only to be replaced by... magi? I believe I saw some sort of spell earlier... Garrett thought to himself, taking note of the features of the two. One seemed much older than the other. Though shadows masked his features, white hair gave him an elderly image, though Garrett had a feeling it wasn't aged white. The other was hard to place, but his manner of dress named him to be... foreign, at the least.

"Good evening..." Garrett murmured, raising his head just enough that light was allowed into the hood. All that could be glimpsed was his mouth and below, but a rather puckered scar on his chin was most noteworthy of the glimpse. Realizing his revelation, Garrett dropped his head again. "My name is Garrett."

[Tolvo]

Cor jumped to live quite literally standing up with his legs bent in a bow like stance. Both of his eyes darted about before they focused on the door as the behemoth charged at it. Upon reaching it the man swung his arm out wildly, firmly gripping the door and gently pulling it open. Rushing past Oko he found some place outside to vomit uncontrollably.

The serpent took note of the sick man and returned from his pleasant walk noting a few new patrons. He looked over Jasper while paying no true mind to Gyle. After examining the assistant enough the Aeregosian man found himself a table near to a window having a seat. His head tilted back as he tried to enjoy the view outside with the puking druid still in sight.

[The Imposter]

Gyle immediately burst into more laughter as the Disgeran tried to angle his friend.

'Gahaha, didja 'ere that Jasper she said ho! Gahaha!'

Jasper however had winced at the forwardness of the female like creature before him. The wink and sudden appearance of the full bosom had caused quite a uneasy feeling in the young man. Awkwardly Jasper regained his composure and began pointing at the female's chest struggling to find the right way to phrase his words.

'Excuse me, but...your...your chest..its well its rather exposed? And, and well...wisdom tells me that the flashing lures are never quite what you expect them to be....'

'OI! Flashing ghahahaha...git it? 'swhy I love this ole chap! Forgive my crudeness lolly but ain't you a wee bit to old fer us? Word around camp is you wot? 'undreds of years old. She might be more o' a rusty lure than a flashy one mate.'

The image of a rusty lure sent chills down Jasper's spine. So many potential diseases, if such a creature had been so forward all her life, the potential...Oh! The thoughts made Jasper visibly uncomfortable as his arms began to move trying to find a better distance away from the Disgeran. His body slowly turned and his hands moved to cover his peripheral view of the oddly old sex fiend.

Jasper's wide gaze tried to speak to Gyle but fell on deaf eyes as he only continued to laugh. Finally Jasper was moving his lips trying to get Gyle to read the message of his hate for places like this.

'Sorry Jasper I can't 'ear the words you are tryin' ta say! Paheh....alright alright. Miss you are makin' my friend 'ere a tad bit wonky. You see he fancies the wee little priestly boys that sing those uh....what 're dey called again? Falsetto notes, yeah that's it.'

Jasper's head hit the table, as embarrassment swallowed him up.

[Cfavano]

"Rusty? Why Gyle, how dare you. I am clean as a whistle. And I can tell by the rise in his trousers, that he certainly finds me interesting. And, Jasper, There is nothing wrong with flaunting what you have. Don't you worry dear Jasper, I have not been sick all my life, even normal sickness has no hold on me. I'm probably cleaner than you." She leans in close to his ear. "How about me and you leave Gyle, and I can show you the thousand-and-nine pleasure of the dark?" She is wearing a light, tantalizing, but not strong perfume, and the light from the fire shines on her clean, flawless, ivory skin.

((hope you don't mind that, I'm doing that for comedy. Setting ya up ;)))

[The Imposter]

(I do quite mind as it was never stated by me, and I think is some type of god modding)

As the breath of the seductress made its way into his ear carrying her whispers Jasper jumped out of his seat. His scream piercing the air. He stumbled back until hitting another table and falling into a seat beside a scaly man.

'What vile demons! Gyle, why do you bring me into such dark holes where the spawns of depths brood so viciously. Now you! You witch, temptress of lusty desires! I'm a man of the cloth, or had the joke of choir boys not penetrated the cloud of fleshy desire that blinds you! I've no business with you and wish to have none.'

Gyle moaned seeing the friendly atmosphere changing with his friends outburst. Truthfully he felt bad for Jasper always calling foul when anything fun was trying to enter his life.

'...Jasper, she's just 'avin' a bit o' fun wit ya. Now look what ya did Miss. I juss come 'ere to catch up wit an ole friend and you are gonna bloody scare 'im off. Sorry lolly but me thinks ya stuck out with Jasp 'ere. Now as much as I love a good tumble and the like, neither of us are quite interested. So would ya be a dear a piss off?'

Gyle chuckling waved Jasper to a seat closer to him at the table, which the man took quickly.

'Now Jasper did I eva tell ya 'bout the time I stole the holy amulets right off a priest?'

'Gyle....that was me.'

'Oh...right right. Wot 'bout the time I had left a bloody ole fool hanging from his knickers in a tree. I 'ad told him it was the secret to gaining the power of flight. Tighty Flighty I called it, I did! Oh, you shoulda saw 'is face Jasper...'

'...Gyle, that was also me.'

'Gahahahaha! 'nd you wonder why we are such good friends.'

[Cfavano]

(Sorry again, and I ha no idea he was a priest -_-)

"Oh, phooey, I just can't have any fun today now, can I? And Gyle, why would a Disgeranean be dealing with a...priest? It doesn't matter anyway. Your loss, sweetie. You would have had fun." She sidles away, swaying her hips to the left and right. She finally sits at the bar, with more of her wine, sipping it.

[Tolvo]

Oko's hand slithered across the table to about mid way between the man and himself raising just as the man left. Oko spoke across the room to him loudly, "Are you alright sir? That looked like a nefarious fall." His hand retracted towards his hip while a slight smile crept across his face while the man continued to make eye contact with Jasper.

[The Imposter]

Jasper hearing the scaly man's words called out with a semi smile.

'Oh quite fine, it was nothing really....'

Truthfully however, his side hurt quite a bit, but he had been so caught up in what was happening he hadn't noticed. Now that he was sitting and trying to relax again the pain was very poignant. The priest had resulted in biting a knuckle on one of his fingers before finally giving in and calling out to one of the workers.

'Perhaps with our drinks I could be given a bag of ice? It would be much appreciated please and thank you.'

Gyle waited knowing that Jasper would soon be compelled to respond to the unique character in kind.

'Ah yes, thanks for asking though, although I am more inclined to think that you might not be alright....umm I mean with your appearance. You are aware you are covered in scales, is it some curse or sickness?....You aren't contagious are you?!'

Jasper had once again became uncomfortable. Gyle smiling talked lowly to his friend, although his attention was being pulled towards the bar. A group of like hooded figured seemed to congregate, and not to mention the man that had recently burst out of The Dove.

'Ta' think Jasp you were so close to that scaly man, if he is contagious. You'd be the prime recipient of such a sickness with all your cautious-like-ness.'

[Eddren]

The pair nodded, before gesturing to one another. "Dezeroth-" Vvlore began, while the indicated mage finished with "And Vvlore." They finished, now, with "And we're glad ta meet ya!" Before leaning forward. "So, what's a man like you doing, hiding your identity from the world?" Dezeroth asked, before Vvlore followed up, "And why in such garb? Why, you look positively magical!"

[Jacogos]

Garrett nodded in acknowledgement of their names. At their combined question though, he started feeling a bit nervous about them. They had been a pair since he had come in, without a doubt, so he could only assume that they knew each other from before. That coupled with the magic told Garrett they were either Aeregosian, Scaravian, or Fieran, though he supposed he really only deduced that from the magic bit.

"I... prefer not to show my face to the masses," Garrett answered, taking note of the word choice. "This keeps prying eyes from assuming too much, you see... And I'm hardly what you'd call magical. I'd wager that's more of your bit, yes?" he countered, curious to know why these men were so intrusive.

[Eddren]

"Magic's a bit more than a bit!" Dezeroth claimed, puffing out his chest even as Vvlore nodded, "But you've got that much right! Why not an illusion spell, though?" Dezeroth chimed in, now, "They're usually pretty cheap!" Vvlore elbowed Dezeroth out of the way as if they were competing, now. "Why, he could sell you one for ten gold or a favor!" Dezeroth gave Vvlore a shove back into his spot, "Well, maybe not. You'd need an artifact I could use to power it!"

[Tolvo]

Oko's right hand slapped his face in a slightly mocking manner. "Curse and a blessing, it all depends on the perspective sir." Leaning back into his chair the scaled man rested one arm on his leg while the other sat on the table. Each finger upon the table tapped against it making a decent amount of noise due to the sharp claws on the end of each. "But you need not worry about contagion. I've never known one to grow ill at my touch." The tapping ended as his hand flattened upon the wood tightly. "It's not as bad as it looks."

[Jacogos]

Garrett was taken aback by the sudden interest in... well, apparently selling him magic. It was almost amusing, but the cloaked man politely held up his gloved hands to decline. "I'm sure I'll survive without," he said, a light chuckle escaping his lips.

"If it's all the same to you, I'll stick to using steel," he continued, completing his statement. It was then that he picked up on something that was said towards the duo who had entered a bit earlier. He's from Disgeran? Garrett thought, eying Gyle cautiously.

[P.K.]

Papel scurried around the inn once more picking up and cleaning. she had also cut the rest of the pig and laid it out on a table to cool, luckily it had not been burnt.
It was shortly after she entered the kitchen some up rawer took place two men had stood abruptly at one side of the room one pulling a rather wicked looking a knife and the other bracing themselves for the attack that was bound to happen.

Papel appeared as soon as the two had begun to wrestle with each other one keeping the knife from his throat the other doing his best to sink it into the exposed skin. others had gotten up in the way to either cheer them on or try and stop the two. ultimately it was stopped as a rather large kitchen knife hit the floor between the two and a unhappy Papel stepped into the semi-made ring. The two men who had been quietly dicing at the far end next to the door suddenly stop to watch intently, seemingly tens as they eyed the men around the small girl in case some one should attempt to attack her.

"What in blue blazes is going on here? Damin this better not be about that war!" Papel pulled the kitchen knife out of the floor boards frowning at the slight mark it left before pointing it, to close for comfort for the first man. "I'll take none of it here." she swung it around to point at the other who still clutched his knife making him eye it crossly. "And if this is your doing I'll spit you like I did that pig." Papel seemed serious, and she was. "So I suggest you put your butter knife away and sit down peaceful like." Papel did not move till both men had silently set down, at separate tables.

Turning she gave a hard glare to those who had gathered to watch. "I don't care from what faction you are from your all welcome!... you!" she brandished her kitchen knife again to point at an obvious Disgeran. "Your tolerated. But I will NOT tolerate fighting in this inn Is that absolutely clear?!"

[Jacogos]

Whatever the two men had been about to say was overruled by a ruckus that started up in a corner of the tavern, involving two men, one bearing steel. Garrett was about to get up to try and intervene when a kitchen knife flew between the two, silencing everyone involved and even those not. The proprietor, who had acted as his server when he had come in, had stepped in, quickly putting the two in their respective places.

Picking out the Heretic from Disgeran was an interesting move, but Garrett nodded slowly at the woman's final words. After she had gone on her way again, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "My, my. Quite the owner this place has, no?" He returned his gaze to the men that had sat with him. "Perhaps this place will be a little quieter now..."

[Cfavano]

Zasa notices the uproar, and laughs at how petty some men can be. She, of course, is above such savagery. Why fight and kill someone in public, when it was over quickly? No, she prefers to do it in private, and take her time, peeling off the flesh inch by inch, savoring the fear and screams of her victim. But what she also noticed, was the fine looking young proprietor. She had seen her before, but hadn't given her much thought, but, seeing her now, a shiver runs up her spine. How wonderful it would be to break her, to have her mewling for mercy that would not come.

She sidles over to Papel from behind, and places her slender hands on Papel's shoulders, and whispers in her ear. "Quite the show you put on, I was quite enraptured."

[Eddren]

Dezeroth shrugged. "Suit yourself," He began, seemingly disappointed by the lack of willingness. He doesn't trust magic enough to rely on it for effective disguises. A good thing to note. The mage hid the thought with a broad grin as he looked over at Vvlore, who had recently stated "But keep in mind, we're-" At this point. Dezeroth joined in, dual grins plastered on their faces, "Always happy to serve!"

[P.K.]

Papel turned her head slightly to look at the women and brushed her hands off her shoulders with a faint frown. "thank you kindly." she said only partly listening to the women but very aware of her there, And that she was mildly uncomfortable with her there. As soon as she was satisfied however that all was calm, if only for now she simple but one hand on her hip with her knife still in her other which now hung at her side. "Now... what is it you want?" she asked the other women.

[Cfavano]

"To be forward...you. I saw how dominant and swift you were at dealing with those barbarians. Men are such petty creatures, are they not? How forward you are intrigued me, and it made me all a-quiver with excitement. Maybe we can sit and talk, to get to know each other better. Does that sound like a fun idea?" She leans to one side, hand on her hip.

[Jacogos]

Garrett's eyes drifted over to the succubus, now striking up conversation with the proprietress. "Oh, this ought to be good..." he murmured, vaguely noticing that the men were speaking again. He returned his gaze to them as the chimed in together on the last few words, which caused his right eyebrow to raise in wonder.

"... Was that rehearsed? I feel like that was rehearsed."

[P.K.]

Papel looked the women up and down for a moment. "No I'm afraid not." she said with a board tone. "I don't have time to sit and chat tildy is busy and I've got stuff to do as well, but thank you for the compliment." Papael glanced around once more before looking at the women tipping her head once and began to make her way for the kitchen. It was not all made up but truth be told she did't't care to talk to the women... and specially not with her kind, there was just something she disliked and that was it.

The trouble had been taken care of and now the two men went back to their dicing game quietly.

[Eddren]

Dezeroth scoffed. "Rehearsed? Of course not." Vvlore chimed in, now, "Mages rarely get to get together and come up with marketing slogans, you know!" To this, his friend nodded, adding in, "We just think on similar lines...Although our opinions on magic differ. You see, magic is best displayed as Corporeal-" Vvlore butted in at the same time, "Mystical-" And they both finished off "Manipulation!"

[Cfavano]

Zasa follows Papel to the kitchen. "So, busy, then? Here I am all being civil." She leans on the doorframe, and looks all around the kitchen. "What a nice work space you have, and plenty of instruments to work with. Mayhap I could apply for a job. If it's one thing I am good at, I am very skilled with a knife. I can strip the flesh from a...creature, all the way down to the bone in a half an hour, and there will not be a single speck of meat left on the bone, nor any gouges in them."

[P.K.]

Papel turned her head slightly as the women followed her. "I'm not the one to be talking to about that." she said simply with a firm frown on her lips as she gazed back at the women. "Matilda is and I'm afraid she's to busy to be of any company at the moment so if thats what you want you best wait..." A long time Papel thought. "As of now your not allowed back here and better move back to the main room miss..." if this women continued to Prisist she would have to see to it that she could not.

[The Imposter]

'Aye! Thanks very much for the drinks lolly. I'm sure mi friend is enjoying 'is bag o' ice too. So Jasper tell me all about the adventures of a priest during these 'dark' times...hahaha'

'Well between tending the wounded and burying the dead I haven't had much time for fun and games really. Terrible changes are affecting many people Gyle....amputations, and disfigurements are not something people get use to. Not to forget the families that need to adjust for the lost of a loved one. Heh...it certainly makes it hard to give people hope, to give them wisdom even.'

Jasper took the mug and drank from it and Gyle promptly followed. Having seen the events unfold Gyle noted that he should make sure to keep himself in check.

[Tolvo]

Another denizen entered of average size wearing old looking torn clothing. Slightly visible beneath the garb was some sort of padding which appeared to give only minimal protection. A sort of dust or ash fell from the wrappings around his legs landing upon the man's Buskin's. Dark were the bits of visible skin that the others could see, around his eyes, and his hands. The Keffiyeh he wore covered his shoulders and neck as well as the majority of the man's face. Faded were the colors of every bit of clothing with only bits of dark blue visible in his Agal which seems to be the only fresh part of his attire. A gray scabbard hung from his hip with some sort of long sword sheathed within it. Both of his eyes focused on Dez then were drawn to the priest and Gyle before falling upon a lone table. His footsteps were quite light and shallow as the man covered ground slowly before sitting down in a chair taking his time every chance he got.

[Cfavano]

"Aww, can't you have any fun? Must it all be work, work, work?" She says in a mock whine. "Well, if that's the way it has to be, than it has to be. Shame, really." She sidles back to the main room, swaying her hips left and right sensually, before sitting back down on her bar stool

[P.K.]

Papel let out a little sigh of relief as the women finely left. picking up a mug she began to rins if when she noted that some one else had entered. Setting her unfinished work down she move once more out of the kitchen and over to the waiting table. "Good day may I help you?" she asked kindly. Papel didn't really note anything to special about the mans appearance, after all... all sorts of people came into an inn. however she looked him over once, more or less to judge if he would be any trouble, before smiling polity.

[Tolvo]

The man pulled aside his head scarf revealing the lower half of his face. While his mouth opened he seemed to produce no sound while dragging a finger across his own throat. He closed both eyes and shook from left to right now and upon opening them held up two fingers. After a second the two became one before his hand formed into a cup like shape. Leaning backwards the Scarav pulled the cup hand back while opening his mouth. His position returned to a neutral stance as he held up the second finger. After making sure she could see the second finger the man hooked both of his thumbs together and spread the rest of his fingers out. Arms together they raised towards the ceiling while his hands fluttered. Both of his arms then folded over one another across his chest while the man stared at her.

[P.K.]

Papel blinked nodding that she under stood the sign that he could not speak so she watched intently as he continued on. pressing her lips together quietly for a moment once he was done she quietly thought before opening her mouth. "okay so you want something to drink and some roast bird..." she thought a moment. "Okay anything specific for the drink? 1 being water 2 being Beer 3 rum and 4 wine." she said quietly mentally taking notes in her head for a moment and thinking of what kind of bird they already had waiting. Chicken and duck was what she could think of but the duck was no were near done so chicken it would have to be for now.

[Tolvo]

As she mentioned roast bird he nodded keeping both arms folded. After her listing had been stated his hand caressed the dark stubble around his chin. His musing ended as one finger was held out as if pointing.

[P.K.]

Papel nodded "Right I'll be right back with your drink." she stated giving him a warm smile and then turning on her heels to head strait back to the kitchen to do as she said. gathering a clean cup and a plate she quickly got him if drink and then checked on the bird she had put on earlier before nodding more or less to herself and then put a serving on the plate before she picked both the drink and the plate up and quickly walked back at the door.

"Here you are!" she said setting both down "Enjoy." she invited before turning as she was hailed about another round at a far table near the fire. "Be right there!" she smiled once more at the man and then scurried off to fill the request.

[Tolvo]

Sabbah-i nodded to her as his food and drink arrived. With the scarf still pulled aside the man pulled out a small knife from inside of his robe and cautiously cut up the meal with it. Using the utensil even further he stabbed the meat and ate directly from the sharp metal. Oddly enough it did not resemble steel or iron, rather it looked as if it was a light gold. While his meal was devoured in a methodical way it seemed to vanish fairly quickly. Only bits of bone remained on the plate along with a few flecks of meat. A small cloth was produced from the same place as the knife and was used to clean and polish it. Both were returned as his hand now gripped his drink. Only light sips were made as he looked over the other denizens.

[P.K.]

Papel had quickly taken up empty plates and mugs scurrying into the kitchen she then dumped them into the sink to let them sit there while she quickly moved around the kitchen preparing things and picking up things that had already been prepared to scurry back out again and serve them. Right now she was in deed a very busy girl first here and then there she was hardly in one spot for more then a heart beat.

[Tolvo]

The scaled man gave one last glance around then stood up dusting off his stomach. Casually he walked to the door bowing towards the others. A simple smile crept across his face as he left the Dove.

Sabbah-i tried to pay no mind to Oko as he exited the building. With a stone face he continued to drink slowly seeming to savor the flavor. With half of it left he examined what was in his hands tilting it causing a light swishing sound.

[DoughGuy]

Hastur entered the dove quietly, only a few cursory glances noticing his presence. He moved to an empty table in a corner of the room, brushing the chair lightly before seating himself. He turned his gaze upon the inn's occupants, his gaze sweeping over them and taking note of who was here. A couple of Disgeran's he immediately dismissed, a Firanos, judging by the tail, whom he took note of and an assortment of others he doubted could help him. He dragged his hands over his face in despair. He had hoped the neutral zone would hold more for him than a single Firanos. He stared at the man for a few seconds, trying to judge his character. Collecting himself with a sigh he lent back on his chair and waited, staring ta the ceiling. Hopefully something would come of this venture.

[P.K.]

Papel skittered out the door setting some clean mugs back on the counter glancing around and vanished once more through the door. she came out once more with a few plates piled with some food and quickly made her way around placing these few plates she could carry and set them down in front of some of the me and a few women there. Sighing once more and taking a breath in she scurried to the next table where Hastur was settled. "Hello and welcome!" though cheery was her tone it was a bit breathy. "Is there anything I can get you?" she asked.

[DoughGuy]

"I'll just have a mead thanks." Hastur replied, throwing his coin onto the table. He glanced around again, his stare once again lingering on the Firanos. "A busy day here I see? If you have a second could you tell me who's here?"

[Cfavano]

Zasa notices the new fellow enter, and sidles over to his table, sitting next to him, with a coy smile. "Hello there, handsome, My name is Zasayreyt, what is yours?" She traces a continuous circle on the table with her long fingernail

[P.K.]

Papel nodded ready to head off before he spoke again. "Oh I guess so." she said glancing around and then shrugged 'Been to busy to think about it but ey..." she pressed her lips in thought for a moment and then shook her head "I know none of them by name but I'm sure we have a little bit of each faction here and there and a few commoners..." she looked over as the women came over and frowned at her "Don't start causing trouble she warned I've had enough of it to day." She said to her sternly before looking back at the man "I'll be back with your mead." she quickly scurried off to fill this.

[DoughGuy]

Hastur nodded at Papel and thanked her before turning his attention back to the room.

As the woman saddled up next to him Hastur glared at her in contempt, "Get away from me b-" he pauses suddenly, swinging his head around to shield his face. His anger leapt to the fore so readily, but he had to control it. Starting a fight here would not help his cause. Taking a deep breath to steady himself he crushed the side of the seat with his hand to release his anger and turned back to the Disgeran. "I'm sorry I have no interest in your people. Please leave me be."

[Cfavano]

She gives a dismissive wave to papel. "My people, whatever do you mean?" she says, feigning ignorance of his true meaning. "I am just humble woman, seeking some nice company that I can talk to, and you sir, look nice. All I'm asking is to talk."

[DoughGuy]

Hastur sighs, his head dropping to stare at the table, mentally tracing out the grains in the wood. He clenches his fist on the chair further, the splintering of the wood becoming an audible whisper. He thanked the Sacred One the chairs were made of a sturdy wood. "Please leave me be Disgeran." he mutters darkly, "Just because this is a neutral zone does not mean Archeons and Disgerans need to get along. I'm here for things you cannot provide." Taking another deep breath he released his grip on the chair and turned to face the Zasa with a calm face. His voice was now calm is stark contrast to the emotion it had carried before. "I have need of services the Disgerans cannot provide me with. Please leave me so I can concentrate on what I need to do."

[P.K.]

Papel scurried back out with teh man's ordder and eyed the women. "If your causing trouble lass I'll have you pig gutted and spittled over the fire...." she said with a small growl. The women seemed to be bothering every one but for now... "If you need anything more I shouldn't be that hard to catch..." she said once more to hastur before scurrying off once again to the kitchen.

[DoughGuy]

Hastur opened his mouth to say thanks and apologize for the chair, but the girl was gone before he had the time. He quickly buried his face in the mead, not really drinking but desperate for the Disgeran to become bored with him and leave.

[Love Amore]

The days grow shorter as the nights grow longer, the harvest has finished and plants seem to whither and die. It is autumn; a time of endings, change, and feasting!!

Here at The Painted Dove we like to celebrate when things get cold. We like to warm up with good company, good food, and strong drink. As such we have arranged a festival of sorts to celebrate the harvest! There'll be stalls selling food and drink (50% of proceeds to The Dove), stalls selling all manner of sparkles and trinkets, we've arranged for some players to tell tales and sing songs, and we shall even have a bonfire!

The meadows to the front of the inn are packed with tents and stalls for all kinds of diversions, the beach to the rear of the inn is prepared for a bonfire, with a stage for any who wish to perform. And the interior of the inn is decorated with lanterns carved from gourds and many a seasonal decoration.


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[P.K.]

Papel was quietly rushing around the kitchen preparing one thing or another as she hummed a lively little tune that she had heard snatches of out side. she was washing dishes and cleaning mugs before scurrying down stairs to the cold caller to grab more bottles of whine. "Even more busy then before!" she exclaimed and then glanced around for her companion to see where she might be. "Once I've finished up in here I think I'll scurry off out side to see what there is for a wee bit..." she murmured to herself in thought as she continued to absently look around for matilda.

[Cfavano]

Zasa strides through the fairground with an air of grace, until she winds up at the apple bobbing stand. After paying her coin, she dunks in, and comes up to reveal an apple, and that her top is soaked, showing off her girls to the world. She spit the apple into her hand, and collects her prize from the stunned man, a stuffed Cretoris. She then sidles off to explore the rest of the festival.

[P.K.]

Papel shrugged into a coat and scitterd out side quickly. smiling brodly as she glanced around at everything that was set up and alive. "Aha!" she quickly scurried off through the cold air and to the center of the field where a large stage had been set up, temporarily. Here there where a few men and women rehearsing for their little play that would start very soon.

[DoughGuy]

Hastur nursed a warm pot of tea in the cold winds of the festival. This certainly wasn't what he had expected. A nice cold mead in the beautiful sun had been all he wanted. Still he had to admit he was enjoying himself a little. He had met a few army friends and they'd gone round making trouble like they always did. He lent back and smiled thinking life was pretty good for now.

[P.K.]

Papel seated herself on a bench and watched the end of the practice play before the players vanished for a moment. at this point more people began to take seats and wait for the play to begin. smiling she rubbed her hands together to keep them warm, once this play was done she would have to go back to work but for now she would enjoy her time outside in the crisp, cold air. when the play begin the aduiance quieted down as the first actor walked onto the stage.

[Tolvo]

As the festival continued a lone man wandered from a nearby forest to the Dove taking note of people seemingly having a fun time. On his head was a wicker hat the helped to keep the sun out of his eyes. He wore the simple clothing of a farmer and carried a poorly made sack on his back, in his left hand a walking stick. Along the beach he walked looking over at the play until he came to the bonfire. Standing over it he warmed his hands to help cope with the cold.

[P.K.]

Papel continued to watch the play enjoying it thoroughly on her small brake off from her chores.

Meanwhile a group of paladins wondered into the area. Some grinning broadly in their warmer winter wear, still a bright white and gold, most of them where young men but among them was a young women. looking terribly misplaced and timid, and a bit reluctant she followed the group, her staff in her hands but with little intended use then to held here on her travail through some of the more icy patches.

Shani glanced around at the merriment, the drinks and the other little things here and there staggering a bit as one of her peers pattered her on the back roughly then moved off somewhere, no doubt for a drink of two. though she could see some hostile glances for the most part all seemed well though she could not help feeling ever more misplaced in such a place. She began to wounder to peer around for a time as she had nothing else to do, presently she allowed herself to buy a steaming mug of hot chocolate, Holding it between her cold hands she retreated to one of the bonfires to drink it. how bitter cold it was.

[Tolvo]

The man smiled to her and bowed his head in her direction causing his face to be unseen for a brief moment. As it regained position he looked back at the fire before them. "It does take the blistering cold to make you appreciate such a simple fire doesn't?" The garb he wore was a bit odd looking as it was fairly light with pink flower designs across the chest and right arm. If she looked at his forehead she could notice that it was shaved while that back of his head was thick with hair that was tied back. "So what brings you here? Travel this far for a bit of warmth?"

[P.K.]

Shani glanced at the at as he acknowledged her, she returned it not entirely sure but polite none the less. "Yes it dose." she said quietly "But the cold is often what we face wither by weather of beings alike." this was more thoughtful but she quietly turned her attention back on the man, curies but not over willing to step on uncertain bounds. "My peers think I should get out more, away from the war and the battles we march to, no doubt soon we must return for some such doing against the nations surrounding us." she said looking into her steaming drink and then taking a light sip. she sighed softly as the warmth went thought her body. "Forgive me matters of war are not to be spoken here." she said quietly.

[Tolvo]

"Yes I'd rather not think about the war, when you are a traveler forced off your land you can't help but grow a distaste for bloodshed. Though personally I think any sane person would hate taking another's life." He looked directly at her now showing his pleasant eyes. "It is good of your friends to get you out more. I can't imagine how some stay locked away in castles alone all day. It must be dreadful not having anyone to talk to." He rubbed his arms while holding them a bit closer to his stomach. After the man got closer to the fire taking in the heat. "These friends of yours, what do they call you by if you don't mind my asking?"

[P.K.]

She watched him for a moment thinking "Shani..." she said "Simply shani, as for taking a life I've not yet done so." she said "Locked away in a castle is not how I see myself either." she said smiling gently, It was not completely out of place on her soft features. "Nor am I alone but it is true there are few to talk to." noticing his movements to the fire she let out a small breath before setting her staff and mug aside to remove her cloak. "Here take this friend it well keep you warm." she said, she still had a coat of sorts and the fire would keep her small body warm enough. she laid it across his shoulders before retrieving her mug and lend her staff against her side. She took another long sip "Would you like a warm drink?" she asked quietly.

[Tolvo]

"I'm quite fine, I try and watch what I eat and drink." He rubbed his stomach, "I do need to keep an eye on my figure." His head bobbed slightly, "I'm Hibiki. It is a pleasure." Hibiki pulled the coat tighter around himself. "Thank you extremely for this. You can't imagine how difficult it can be to carry something like this when you hit a hot place. It's nice at the time being but soon enough you'll be sweating buckets." He let out a hearty laughter and slapped his knee.

[P.K.]

Shani smiled but to sure at all what he might mean however she did not ask. "Well for the time begin my small body well be warm enough where it is." she replied "Its a pleasure to meet you sir." she took another sip and was silent for a moment. "So what brings you yourself here? just passing through?" she asked "Are you on your way to anywhere in praticuler?"

[The Imposter]

Smash!

The door swings open wide as a woman saunters in. Her golden hair seemingly kindled contrasting the complete darkness she had venture out from. A slightly shocked expression smears her face as she realizes she is the only one there save those that work there.

It looks like everyone left early before night even blanketed the sky. Good! I don't want to have to put up with listening to conversations between you and others. Hey! Meeting new people is a good thing. Ra'Shor even said so...

The small bickering conversation ended as Kelsi sat on a stool and looked down at the bartender...or at least who she assumed was the bartender. She gave a soft smile before pursing her lips to speak. If one was quick enough they may have even caught the slight expression that swept over her as if she was trying to stop herself from saying anything at all.

'Good evening....um, it's terribly dark out tonight. Not even a star in the sky. Ah...sorry I was wondering what you might be offering for refreshment, and well do you ever have any minstrels or bards play in the evenings?'

[P.K.]

Papel looked up as she cleaned a few stray mugs as the women looked at her. She caught the faintest trace of the expression but made no second thought of it before she replied. "Ay we do but he's laid up sick in one of the rooms, his voice completely deserted him to night." She said setting a mug aside for the moment. "We have some ail, fine beer and a few other beverages." she said putting her cloth in a small pocket at her side. "I have some left over duck, roast pig." she nodded to the hearth as she continued. "And some and a bit of seasoned chicken." she said dusting her hands off then and waiting for the women to tell her what she wanted.