Absolutely, posetively flabbergasted Banglen-Yp watches all the things around.  It was so different from back there.  But she appeared more fascinated by the environment than the people and the creatures, only giving the latter two passing glances.

At the encouragement to not stand in "that" she looked down and seemed almsot fascinated by that as well.

As they arrive at what seemed to be their destination, and Roman had finished his dealing with him, she gave the boy a bright smile and leant over to give him a kiss on the cheek, like Roman had suggested she do with Gabe.

•• Lod•gings •• she said to Gabe as she stood up again and then looked at the door.

She stopped and looked around, appearing to wait.

Roman nods  "Lodgings - food, a room, a bed to sleep in..."

"It is considered polite for a man to hold the door and permit a woman to enter first." he smiles a little "The effect is rather spoiled if the woman holds back."

Reaching around, he places his hand on the small of Banglen-Yp's back and gently applies a little pressure, urging her towards the door.  "So go in."

•• Sleep ••

She looked intrigued, but the she tilted her head to one side and listened carefully.

          Door.
                    Woman.
     First.

When he placed the hand on her she first followed it with her gaze, apparently both curious and confused.  She looked around again as he urged her on.

•• Yes • we • sneak • in • before • Lad•ies • come ••

It sounded so much as if she was about to play a prank on someone, and then she was off, half jogging in through the door while giggling like a naughty little girl.

Shaking his head, Roman follows close behind Banglen-Yp.

Once inside he notes that there is plenty of space near the man with the three huge panthers - doubtless demon servants in cat-form.  But before finding a seat he wants to arrange rooms for the pair.  Banglen-Yp will probably want her own room, but will she offer to pay - can she pay ?

"That'd be great, thanks." Morgan looked up with a grateful smile. "Could I get a pitcher of your house wine? And for my friends " he paused, looking at them.

< Milk >
< Water >
< Water >
< Milk?  >
< Haven't tried it. >
< You're going to look ridiculous.>


" ... milk." He finished, grandly ignoring the resulting pair of growls.
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Spotting the three big cats and the man, Banglen-Yp skipped over, the skirt and the long hair flying about behind her.  She stopped once she got close, almost close enough to touch them, and waved to them, palm facing front and fingers spread.

•• Hel•lo ••

She sounded almost too cheerful, smiling brightly and unquestionably looked more at the panthers than at the man.

•• On•ly • seen • you • on • screen • be•fore •• she told them and bent over to take a closer look at them, curious as ever.

They looked a little like her mean face, but also kind of cute, or pretty.

Roman follows, close behind Banglen-Yp she needs someone to keep an eye on her - and there are certainly worse things to keep an eye on

As she stops to examine the big cats he speaks to the man.  "I hope that your...companions are well behaved.  I wouldn't want them to get hurt"

Morgan chortles, eyeing the three of them. "Well behaved? Why, I think Puss here is positively rude!" Ducking under the tail that whipped at his head, he kept laughing as he pulled a chair from away from the wall.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Morgan, and thats Leareth, there's Ahmad, and the ill-tempered lady is Saranti. Have a seat, friend, I've wine coming."

Roman pulls a chair out, arranging things so that there is a space for Banglen-Yp next to him.  For when she's finished playing with the big cats.

"Thank you.  I'm Roman, and she is Banglen-Yp.  We arrived on the last caravan.  We were told that this place has good food and clean beds.  Can you vouch for it ?"

Morgan nodded, his mirth fading to an easy grin.  "The food's good, at least. We're renting space near where the caravans stay, though, so you'll have to check the beds yourself."

Ahmad preened under Banglen-Yp's perusal, letting loose a rumbling purr of approval. < Obviously a human with  taste >

Roman nods, accepting Morgan's reply.  "Fair enough.  If we were told the truth about the food, then likely the beds will serve."

"Have you been here long ?  Our caravan master was surprised at being attacked while the suns were still up.  Have the monsters become more daring of late, or was our caravan...unlucky" or intentionally targeted

Morgan shook his head, sending his black hair flying about his face. "First time I've seen the show from the outside, but no one seemed shocked until everyone went back and attacked the beasts. I don't think they bothered waiting for nightfall to attack us, though.

Do y'know if they had some sort of grudge, that they went on a suicide charge like that? "

Roman looks grim  "It was a mistake - or more than one.   One of the other passengers - you may meet him later - somehow got the idea that he should ride off into the monsters and try to talk them into abandoning the attack.  The guards decided that they should try to save him - and you saw how that worked out.  Or maybe they were tired of fighting defensively every time they came through and wanted an excuse to attack.  I didn't ask them why they did it, but the caravan master was certainly upset.  Because the guards weren't stopping all the creatures we had to deal with some ourselves"

Roman's tone implies that he finds the whole incident unpleasant and blames the other passenger, the guards and the caravan master.

 

•• Ah • you • do • not • speak • hu•man ••

Banglen-Yp nodded and tilted her head to look at the cats some more.  They were a little different but she was not certain how, exactly.  Perhaps it was like with the people here.  They were the same but not.


          <sub>The way she was.

                                        But a different not same.

                              Fascinating.</sub>


She stood there and continued to look at them, in turn, smiling happily.  It was nice and warm near the fire too so she could understand why they would stay there, even if they did seem to like to be closer to it than she currently did.

Curiosity won eventually and she slowly reached out towards one of them to find out if it was as soft as it looked.

 

Chance follows along, giving his companions only a glance to make sure no one was following. "Charyk," he says in response to the child. "We're knew 'ere. We want ter know about this place... and these 'ere roads in and out."

He had thought of some clever things to say about the offer to buy Berd, but he decided it best to not distract the conversation too much. As he followed, he took note of the things the lad pointed out.

"What can I say?  Cgaryk's... Charyk, innit?" Danny replies, casually filcjing something that looks almost entirely unlike an apple from a crate next to one of the stalls.

He continues to expound on the subject of his home, while eating the fruit.

"Lessee now... Charyk's been 'ere fer ever.  It sits at a crossroad, an' people from all over comes through.  Yer must know the ol' sayin'... all roads leads ter Charyk, yeah?  Well it's true, pretty much.  Seems like most of them do, leastways.  They all joins up inter four that comes in ter the four gates.  An' people come in on them every day.  Them what makes it through the woods, that is."

"City's run by the Eight Lords, used ter be the Ten Lords, but there were some trouble 'tween 'em.  Expect there'll be ten again soon, though.  Give it five or six year fer most o' the 'opefuls ter take each other out o' the runnin', an' then there'll be ten again."

"Oh, an' that reminds me.  If'n yer sees a soldier in a uniform what's got a red ring on the chest, that means 'e works fer one o' the Lords.  The uniform'll be diff'rent, dependin' which Lord it is, but the red ring's always there.  Watch out fer them, some o' them can be a bit full o' their selfs."

Tossing the core of his almost-apple away, Danny waves one hand towards a large building, decorated with elaborately carved reliefs, and leering gargoyles.  The upper reaches of the structure blend into the ceiling of the market.

"That there's the caffedral... thevery centre o' the Trade Ward, an Charyk too.  Lots o' folks goes there to say prayers, 'fore settin' foot on the road out o' 'ere."

"An' there's the Sanctuary Inn, jus' like I said."



Elsewhere...

In the Common Room of the sanctuary Inn, the waitress returns, with a tray bearing a bottle of wine and a single goblet, plus a pitcher of milk and three bowls.  She places it on the table, with a smile.  "There yer go.  Ten minutes ter dinner." then turns her attention to Roman and Banglen-Yp, "Can I get somethin' fer you two?"

Roman glances up at the waitress.  "Indeed, yes. We will require accomodation.  And I at least would like a hot meal - my companion...ate on the way in."  Twisting in his seat he inquires   Banglen-Yp, I take it that you want your own room, do you want food, too or have you eaten enough for now ?"
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Turnign away from the big cats for a moment, Banglen-Yp looked over at Roman.

•• Own • room ••

Question/statement.

•• Meal ••

Another.

•• Yes ••

One answer.  She nodded and smiled.

•• Have • you • ve•ge•tar•i•an ••

This was a question, directed to the female, along with a smile.

•• Can • not • eat • meat ••

She had found that one out the hard way.

Morgan looks at the table for a second, non-plussed. Then he smiles, slides the goblet to Roman, and begins pouring into milk for the bowls and wine for the cup.

"Well, I do have wine I promised you, but forgot there'd be no cups."  Winking at the waitress, he asked, "I felt like sharing, and promised them wine, y'see. Could I trouble you for another goblet when you come back?"

Her demon-form didn't have any problem eating meat...

Roman tries to explain "Yes,people who stay here need to rent a room.  I'm going to be staying here and I don't imagine you want to share a room.  So unless you want to go back and find the caravan you'll want to pay for a room here, too.  Somewhere where you can wash, sleep, get a bit of privacy..."

Sharing a room might be interesting, but it's more likely to be frustrating...

Roman nods to Morgan, 'Thank you but...",  "Banglen-Yp, do you drink wine ?  Or do you avoid alcohol as well as meat ?"
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"No meat?" the serving girl looks a little doubtful, as she regards Banglen-Yp, "Well, I can get yer bread, some veggies an' fruit...  Oh, an' a drop o' soup.  No meat in it.  Will that do fer yer?"

D'Ombra moves along with the others, sniffing the air as he goes. He notices the man when he had said "nice doggie" which was perfect. If all thought him just a dog he was better off. Who notices a stray.

Now what are they looking for?
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•• Oh • Kay ••

Aimed at Roman, she nodded, still smiling.

     Then she shook her head.

•• I • have • no • wine ••

She showed her empty hands to him to prove this.

          Then she shrugged her shoulders.

•• I • do • not • know ••

                    She never had tried.

Turning to the female she spoke again, still smiling of course.

•• No •• Yes ••

          Two answers for two questions.

Turning to what she believed was the younger of the big cats again she reached out to touch his fur, making certain he would not mind.


                                                            _Soft.


She smiled and then felt this...

                                        _{...strange urge.}


She began to scratch him behind his ear.

 

Ahmad's rumbling purr continued unabated as the girl began petting, then scritching him, eyes narrowing to slits. Saranti hissed a bit at him, but seemed resigned to it.

< Hedonist. >
A quick flirt of the tail, < So? >
< We aren't lapcats. >
and short pair of coughs from Ahmad finished the conversation, < And your shoulders don't itch? >

Leareth, ignoring the byplay, lapped carefully at his bowl of milk, avoiding getting his whiskers caught in it, while Morgan choked on a bit of laughter. It was fun to have Ahmad around. Not least because when he was, no one was after Morgan about his attitude.

In Morgan's mind, he placed Banglen-Yp firmly into the category of little girl, squelching awareness of her more adult body. He'd seen one or two women who'd survived falling from the city as kids, and they'd never gotten past childhood either. Sad, but more understandable than some things he'd seen these last couple days in Charryk.

More soberly, he resumed their conversation.  "Well, I can't say I'm sorry to see more of the beasts on the ground, we lost some friends to them on our own way in. But I do hope he doesn't try something like that again." The last sentence came out at least half question, and he paused, his eyes on Roman.

Roman decides to get things straight with the serving-woman first.  "Two rooms then - with a connecting door if that can be arranged"

With a little smile he pushes the goblet towards Banglen-Yp "Try a bit.  Sip it and drink slowly" Don't want to get her drunk, the consequences might be amusing - or they could be disastrous

Half keeping an eye on Banglen-Yp he returns to the discussion with Morgan "I'd say that he learned his lesson.  The caravan master tried to pin all the blame on him, although it's hardly fair..."

"But where does all this variety of beasts come from ?  Even in the nastier parts of the Black Zone I wouldn't expect to see a collection like that, and if there were they'd be fighting each other instead of concentrating on passers-by.  It's almost as if somebody is importing the beasts and directing them to attack"