As they all order. Kree asks for  beef stew and  abottle  of Elven wine....when he is finished, he asks the  woman,  If Arken is here...Tell him i needs speak to him...

  She blanched  abit,why...Good  Sir..Arken?..I..I nev....

  Just tell him...if he has  any guts..he will come out to see me..."

  The woman nods  quickly and tkes  off for the Kitchen.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #29):

Wouldst yon Arken be someone of import he asked curiously

    he  was a Pirate once..once of the worse on the river...we captured his  ship a few years ago...made a deal...he is listed  as dead..he  works  here, as kitchen help, but he still has  contacts..we  will see...if he can help uswith the  Pirates nests, or perhaps..news  of  the Cats.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #31):

Ah one doth see. Hath he provideth evidence that enabled Thee to counter the nefarious actions of others

    He has  his Loyalties...but  he still has  his life...even if   he should  send us  out to be killed...he  would  be visited by an Arrow  sooner or later...and he knows this..besides...he likes  coin to well..to have  us  die  on a false tip...or  to foolishly alert   old comrades...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #33):

Justin nods in agreement and looks expectantly towards the kitchen...

  The  small  child  walks up  towards the Inn..Looking  for the fellow  Kree described,..sir?  YOu one of them arrows?"

Rolf orders the beef stew and a mug of the local ale.  Aside from that, he turns taciturn, eyes and ears missing little about him.

  A large  shouldered  man comes  out from the kitchen  door. a Towel over his shoulder, his eleeves  rolled up.  A baldhead with a Gotee and think Muttonchops.  A hoop earing in his left ear..his right bears  a Pearl Alright you damn elf...you are pressing yuour luck... he  points  a huge  hand at Kree, inches  from his  face, Kree's left hand comes Up  quickly graps the hand and smacks it on the table...his right hand snaps  up and brings  down a dagger  right between the Middle  and ring  finger...he leaves the dagger vibrating there  while holding  down the huge man's hand,well....looks like i am losing my touch...I wanted to cut that finger off...

  The  "ex" pirate gulps  slowly..his eyes  widened as he looked  at his hand, then puled it back, flexing the  fingers  as hsi  eyes narrowed,One of these days..you will go too far  and...

 ..And....Your  life  will be over..because  once i am dead, the story of your whereabouts  will be released to every Bounty Hunter who can carry a blade or throw a stone... he motions to the seat,..Time for you to take a break..My friends  and I need to know of some  quarry....Pirates  or  cats...or both?

 The Pirate looks at the others,..YOu'd be better off killin' the elf  and  heading to Mouri...

Such be the province of blackgards and pirates. Ast Thee hath bounty One wouldst consider such endeavour more rewarding

  Some of the Brotherhood have been reaching out to the CAts...they have been signing  more  Cats aboard, cause they are more  aglie and can function as deadly boarding parties..... Arken Looks  at Justin with a frown, then gives the others  another once over. ...however, the  blasted furballs are afraid of water...so the River pirates have had  some success, but the Pirates on the Seas  having been disappointed. They are paying out  big coin, to Cats  who will Brave the Deep...

  Kree reached into his  tunic, pulled out  a parchment with a very...very crude map on it.....we  are here....this is the river....where...are  the  Cats...or  the pirates...or...both?

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #40):

Justin bent forward to examine the map, attempting to identify the points Kree indicated

Rolf leans forward, wanting to see the location of the cat folk.

  The   man looks at  the  table   Last i heard was..the Cat folk was ta  meet the brotherhood here...In two days  time...after  that...who knows...ifthey make a deal, then they will have ta  tell thier folks...if they don't..there wil be  some bodies to pick up...

  The  Elf   Flicks a dagge from his  sleeve, he taps  the  points against the Candle on the  table  and uses  the soot to mark the map.  In the  same  motion he  places he map inside his tunic, and  draws out  two gold coins....This  is  for you now...we  egt  some  windfall, above our normal Company rate..you will find  me coming back wih  more...if...you are lying...you best hope  we all die...

In reply to Arken (msg #43):

Justin waited until the cook had left Praise Eta, tis indeed a boon to catch both yon kitties anst water brigands together. Ist yon place far fromst here
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  Kree looks  about  at  some of the folks in the bar,...we  will be  taken out  sleep in the barn this  night. We will use the ruse that we are short on coin. We  will take  soem food  to the barn with  us  and there...we  will go over this  map....should things  work out?...we  may bag a cat or  two , by this time tomorrow...

    Making  a  show  of ordering food  and  drink to go, he "bargins"  with the  Innkeeper to allow them to sleep in the  Barn. They ghet serveral bottles of  wine, a few loaves  of fresh  bread  and  three "buckets"  of  stew to take out with them...having top leave a deposit  for each of the buckets.

   as they begin to  head towardsthe door, there  are more then a few  folk who take interest in thier  leaving...we will  leave in the Moring...with luck, our friend  will have been found  and return to us..elsewise, we  must go on without him.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #46):

Typical bunpkin Justin thinks as he carries two of the buckets of stew. Weaving his way through the patrons he manages not to bump into anyone or anything.

"Aye," Rolf nods with controlled anger, <blue>"The catfolk will know death.">/blue>  A man of few words, that's a veritable speech coming from the ranger.

  Once they  enter the BArn , the  elf   walks to the back moving around  a crate  and  a couple barrels, he spreads  a tarp over the crate  and motions  for the  food to be placed there...He lights  one of the  carriage lanterns  and  brings it over  , setting it , in the  middle...close the  doors  to keep the chill out..and  unwanted eyes...

 He takes out his  dirk  and points at the crude  map,..we  have  three ways  to get where we  wish to go....we can go to the Ferry, but  hike  this side of the river bank, to the west....or..we can leave  the  town  by the southgate, and head west for  a bit...then  flollow the Tou River North , Until we  reach the Storm River..the other  option is to rent  a small boat  at the ferry, and  sail our  way west, taking to the shore, and see if  anything wishes to attack us...if nay?  we go Hunting  from there...are three plans, will invovle us hunting...

 Looking to the Barn door  once  more , he adds,..if the Lad did not find our missing frined...we may well be  short a member..

One thinkest t'would be best to select the quickest way unto yon destination. For such doth allow us to gain a feel for the lay of the land afore the event.
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Eat up  my friends..and  stoke  that  fire  in the potbelly there..this  may be   our last warm  and  dry night for  a while.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #51):

Justin needs no prompting as he sets about dishing up bowls for the group. Handing out these them to each along with a silent prayer to Eta, in thanks for her provisions. Once the others have started to eat he does the same for himself. Praise Eta for this bounty
This message was last edited by the player at 11:36, Sun 13 Mar 2011.

 make  sure we all eat what we are able, there my  niot be  too much time to hunt   while  we seek our  prey. Once  we leave.

    I will take the last  watch, the rest of you eat and sleep, we leave  at sunrise.