In reply to Verna Hudson (msg # 7):

The waitress takes note of your order of wine and explains that lunch is thick slices of roast with or with out gravy served with a side of garden vegetables and a small loaf of bread.  It is quite a robust meal, but the smell of passing plates indicates the cook is talented.  She asks if you would like a plate or that was to much the kitchen could put together a plate of some jams, cheese and bread.

Your consistent looks at some of the soldiers with in the inn and from what you can remember as you entered Wisdom indicates that they are Dominion Soldiers.  Men and Women who serve in the Eastern Territories coalition army as stated by The Charter of the Dominion.
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As Ronan entered he was pleased with the smells of meat and bread.  He made his way to an unoccupied table taking note of the occupants.  When the waitress comes up he gruffly orders, "Lady, some meat and potatoes, and the largest golden ale you've got." with a grunt as thank you.  Some unintelligible grumblings followed as he returned his attentions to scanning the room.

Kit rocked quietly in her chair as she took note of the new arrivals.  She drank a local delicacy drink, root beer, which was non-alcoholic.  She felt it dulled the senses to consume copious amounts of alcohol, but she didn't mind when the rich and dumb did it -- making her own job easier.

Korin stumbled almost as much as he walked at this point leaning heavily on his spear. His horse had been ridden near to death close to three weeks ago. He is wearing custom leather armor covered by a fine leather duster type cloak, a wide brimmed hat atop his head and shouldering a large pack. His once fine garments are scuffed, soiled and covered in a thick layer of road dust. Stopping at the threshold of the Faded Flame he takes his hat off revealing a young boyish face and a mop of sweat soaked curly brown locks.

 He could be called handsome but his near constant scowl lessens his looks. After beating off as much dust as he can with his hat he enters looking around for a table he sees they are all filled with at least one patron. Not wanting to sit at the bar on a stool he makes his choice between a fiery haired dwarf and some kind of lady knight. At seventeen years old he is brimming with confidence regarding his knowledge of the opposite sex. "May a weary traveler share your table my lady.. er Ser." He asks in a polite tone but immediately sits without waiting for an answer. Dropping dusty gloves on the table he situated his pack close near his feet. Like some foppish young lord he raises two fingers and waves over a serving girl, though with pieces of straw sticking in the back of his hair he looks silly doing it.

"Bring me water, wine, two eggs poached, ham and toasted bread with honey. Oh and jam if it is seasonal.  A hot towel would be divine and I will require a room. Something with a door and a window to the outside of you can manage. Korin spares the serving girl a glance and then fishes a 20 gold piece from his purse and sets it on the corner of the table.  Rubbing at the grime on his neck and throat. He offers Verna a well practiced smile. "You'll have to forgive me. I have not been living well and I detest filth more than some around here apparently."
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In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 8):

Verna tells the serving girl that the lunch platter will be just fine. She keeps an eye on the soldiers to see if any had taken note of her, while Verna was not wearing any House sigil her outfit could still recognize whom she had fought for. Hopefully they wouldn't notice and if they did maybe they wouldn't care.



Verna just sips her wine as the boy sat down and ordered. "So what's your story boi?"

In reply to Ronan Stonehammer (msg # 9):

Ronan's gruff demeanor doesn't phase the waitress for a second she jots down Ronan's request and disappears into the back.  It is not fifteen minutes later she arrives back at your table with your food, a full metal pint of large golden ale along with a pitcher of matching ale.

"Will you be staying for the night Sir?  If so I can charge it to your room if you would like or I can start a tab for you."

A flicker of delight flashed across Ronan's otherwise sour looking face as the food and drink were placed in front of him.  Just as he's about to dig in, she asks about him staying the night.  She looks at her squinting slightly as if sizing her up, before looking her up and down, "Wha' else ya ca'n charge to my room?" not exactly suggestive, but definitely easily misconstrued if taken in the wrong context.

Korin looks at Verna through bleary slightly suspicious eyes. "My name is Korin. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm just out seeing the world, nothing too exciting. I ran across some disreputable types and lost my horse and my best friend in the process. I've been afoot the last few weeks and came to Wisdom to seek... well, wisdom I suppose. My friend and the horse were not one in the same by the by." He smiles at her thinking his little quip was quite clever. "Most recently I was enjoying a respite at a local farm and the farmers son made me aware of an organization called the Circle of the Scroll here in Wisdom. Apparently they need talented people. I am talented people and in need of funds so here I am. How about you Lady Knight?
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     Drugar has been in the city for about a week seeing the sights & partaking in the local cuisine. He came to visit a friend he had met in the Western Empire who happens to be a professor at the academy. Spending another day checking out Wisdom and getting a bit hungry he heads to The Faded Flame where some of the locals told him about the food.

     Entering the pub I will head over to the bar to find a seat.  Once the waitress comes by I will give her a tip & my order. “Good afternoon I would like a plate of whatever is cooking that smell’s so good and a mug of dwarven spirits. This is for you little lady handing her a gold coin, if you don’t mind and can keep my mug full until I am done I will have more for you.” Once the food and drink come I will give thanks to Belimar, eat and people watch.
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In reply to Korin Simmat (msg # 15):

Verna looks about as the boy speaks, seeking out the serving girl with her platter of food. She then replies to the this boy, Korin. "Well Korin, my name is Verna. I'm here on behalf of my liege lord. There's been rumors of evil forces coming together to become stronger. I've been sent to find out what I can about these rumors."

The young serving girl gives Ronan a wry smile at his comment.

"Well Sir this is not as you can tell an establishment of that type and we would prefer if you do find an individual to suit you specific needs that you be discrete when you bring the lovely lad back here.  Oh dear did I say lad I meant lass Sir.  If you will excuse me I need to wait on some other tables.  Myself or someone will be by to keep your pitcher full should you wish."


Darting off upon Ronan's reply the server returns to the kitchen carrying a large platter that clearly has multiple orders on it.  She stops by Drugar's table placing the food in front off him giving him a polite nod of the head and then stops by some of the other patrons delivering their food.  Finally just as Verna is finishing up her answer to Korin the server delivers both their orders and another server brings the drinks.

"I do apologies Sir, Miss." A subtle curtsy to both  "Mr. Kozzan, that would be the Inn keeper apologizes, he didn't schedule the other server till later.  So we are a touch behind, if I may ask we are filling up quickly today will you be staying the evening and will the Sir and Madam be in the same room?"  It was clear that the server means no ill will just going about her duties.

In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 18):

Verna looks at her platter of food and nods at the serving girl that the lateness was acceptable. "For rooms if you have two small rooms available that will be fine, if not then a room with two beds will suffice. If neither of these two options are available the Sir and Madam can share a room, but the young Sir will be needing extra furs as he will be sleeping on the floor."

Verna looks at Korin to see the reaction on his face, and if he has any response of his own.

Ronan looks puzzled at first, then realizes his statement was being taken out of context.  He simply grumbles, "T'as not wh'ot I meant lassy, and I'd be pokin' no lads 'cept with a metal blade, 'specially if they be gettin' that wrong ideer."  He shakes his head as if to rid his mind of the mental images of grappling same sex partners. "Aye lassy, never ya mind, jus' keep the pitch'a flowin'." shaking his head again turning back to his meat and bread.

Kit spied Korin by his demeanor rather quickly as someone who came from wealth, or was certainly accustomed to comfort despite his current appearance.  She strained to overhear the conversation between Korin and Verna, but likely couldn't hear from that far away.  She was, however, intrigued by how the two seemingly strangers hit it off, and if they ended up in the same quarters, may it would be the haul of two for one tonight.  Kit licked her lips slightly in anticipation.

"I'm tellin yea that is the Lass over there, I was there to see it with my own eyes."
It is a middle age man, of strong build, his face kind but worn with a well groomed full beard and short cropped hair, heavily salt and peppered.  He had noticed his voice had carried over the sound of a busy inn and trailed of quietly so only his companions could hear him.

"Aye your full of shit as always Drust, there is no way that happened as yeah tell.  Your daft again of becoming some noble lord or some horse shit like that.  Have another drink with us before we go on shift and let it go."

The voices of the other Dominion Soldiers can be heard over the din of the lunch rush.  The group of five of them can be heard discussing something rather intently.  They were leaning with there backs against the bar, they were able to see everyone one in the main area.  So it was impossible to know who they were speaking of.  The Barkeep was just coming up behind them with five more pints that the second soldier had called for.

"Here you are boys, another pint for the five of yeah.  Now pay up Harman before you go on yer shift cause if yeah don't I'll be sending one of the lasses to tell the Captain that you and your boys are havin a couple before  your shifts.  I don't care that yeah start later, yeah need to be sharp out there.  And why on Northern Gods are yeah given Drust a hard time again."

"Drust is flappin his gums about some battle he was in and something he saw."

It was a soldier named Harman that doing the talking about Drust.  The barkeep turns his head to Drust.

"Now boy, yeah got this dwarfs attention, whatcha goin on about and don't pay no mind to the likes of Harman.  We both know the only battle he has fought is to keep his cock in his pants when he see's Miss Elison coming towards him."

The other three soldiers and Drust barley keep their brew from spewing from their lips, while Harman seems non impressed and takes a long pull of his ale.  Some of the other patrons let out a laugh also.  You can see Drust turn and lean in, his voice low, now only the dwarf bar keep would be able to hear.  A couple minutes pass and Drust and the barkeep pull back, you can see them exchange some words and Drust turns takes a breath and heads to were Verna and Korin are sitting.

"Ummmmm Madam, well uhhmmm, Miss, I was talking to the boys tellin em about a battle I was in and a archer I saw there who did some pretty crazy shit.  I heard tell she was knighted and I was wondering if you would tell the boys and Mr. Borsok the tale of that battle."

As soon as the food and drink arrives Korin wastes no time draining the mug of water like he is in a chug-a-lug contest. After catching his breath he takes the wine and sniffs it swirling the glass slightly. He begins to sip the wine when Verna raises the possibility of sharing a room causing him to sputter and choke slightly.

"As the the lady suggests separate rooms would be preferable. However, I have been sleeping under bushes and in haylofts for the last few weeks so I'm agreeable to any arrangement that puts a roof over my head."

Once the server departs Korin pauses as if to say something then seems to think better of it and instead sets about devouring the first real meal he has had in a good while. It is notable though that he does so with the manner of one who has had at least some training in proper etiquette. Engrossed in his dining experience  Korin seems oblivious to the other patrons though his eyes do cast furtive glances at the door and back over his shoulder every so often. It is during one of those backwards glances he notices Durst heading towards the table he is sharing with Verna.

With his left foot Korin scoots his travel pack further under the table and places his fork on his plate. Trying to look casual he crosses his right arm against his chest the fingers on his hand curl into an odd configuration with thumb and index finger crossing over each other and the remaining three sticking straight out towards the oncoming man. Once Durst starts talking Korins posture relaxes and he touches the corners of his mouth with a napkin before continuing his meal. He does offer Verna a raised eyebrow showing that he too is interested in hearing this tale.
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After the serving girl left, Verna ate her food and without much manners. The larger pieces were stabbed by her dagger held by he right hand and held up so she could eat off the dagger. The smaller portions she ate with the provided fork, held by her left hand.

As the man called Durst told his story, Verna took notice, but said nothing to identify herself as the woman he was pointing at. It wasn’t until Durst talked to her directly that she acknowledged his presence.



“Let me finish eating” She then looked at Korin with a smile across her face. “You better finish your meal too.” Verna then finished off the last few bites of her meal. She  washed these last few bit down with her glass of wine, and then proceeded to belch loudly.

“Ok Durst so you say you were at the Battle of Cathar? Were you fighting for one of the Lords present, or the Dominion soldiers sent to fight alongside us?” Verna didn’t bother to wait for an answer before continuing. “About two years ago the Wolfen sent an Army into the northern part of the Eastern Territory. The northern lords combined their forces to destroy the invading army. The Dominion even sent a few companies of men to assist.”

The red haired woman looked around to find that quite a few people in the establishment had stopped to listen to her story. “So the Battle of Cathar was going quite well for the Lords of the North and the Dominion soldiers sent to reinforce us. A Dominion Company of was assigned to secure the left flank. I’m not really sure what happened since I was loosing arrows at any Wolfen I saw armed with a bow. Not too sure how many I killed but none of them managed to get a shot off at myself, My Lord and his son. Anyhow the whole left flank collapses and the Dominion soldiers were running away.” There was disdain in Verna’s voice as she spoke of the Dominion soldiers. "I launched arrow after arrow into the horde of Wolfen, who were cutting down the fleeing Dominion soldiers. Our own soldiers stood up to fight the Wolfen as they were overrun but were given quarter and dragged off to be taken prisoner.”

“By this time I was out of arrows but pulling the occasional arrow from a body every now and then. It was pretty much everyone fighting for themselves. My lord’s son took an arrow to leg, and he and several others were surrounded, but fought as best they could. I led several men, well they were really peasant boys, none of whom older than 13 or 14 to break through the encirclement. We broke through and I dragged My Lord’s son to safety.”

“Anyhow the battle kinda proved the rumor that Dominion soldiers must get their cock and balls chopped off before joining up. Of course if they hadn't ran most would still be alive today, shoving sticks up their asses for sexual pleasure.”

Ronan didn't stop eating and drinking, but did keep an ear out as the woman was a approached and a story, obviously prodding at the Dominion soldiers present, was unleashed.  He ate a little faster to be sure every morsel was eaten and the last of his golden ale was finished.  He let out his own hearty belch before gathering his belongings and bringing his warhammer to rest between his stout legs.  He had no dog in the fight, but he wasn't about to let a bunch of men pounce on a lady, even if she was instigating it.

His uncle always used to berate him for this foolhardy sense of honor, but it was something Ronan's own father passed on to him, and it was ingrained him like he was born with it.

Kit found the interaction intriguing, and listened to the story with some surprise.  She wanted to laugh at the disdain and obvious lure the other red head was tossing at the Dominion soldiers present.  Perhaps in the ensuing chaos she could lighten a few purses...

Korin listened with genuine interest as he eats his meal. He knows essentially nothing when it comes to military tactics or large battles and up until very recently any kind of real combat at all. By the time Verna finishes his mouth is slightly agape a partially chewed piece of ham clearly visible. He shuts his mouth and swallows blinking twice in confusion. The look on his face is a mixture of puzzlement and incredulity but he doesn't say anything he just looks up to see how Durst handles himself and of course glances over at all the Dominion soldiers to see how they respond.

In reply to Verna Hudson (msg # 24):

As Verna started to speak the barkeep Mr. Borsok let go a quick shush to the inn, it was not just a few that were listening in on Verna's tale, it was the whole bloody inn.  Durst, Harman and the other three in their group had pulled up some extra chairs at another table to listen in.  The only sound other then Verna's voice was that of people quietly finishing there lunch and the sound of the bustling noon streets of Wisdom.  With Verna's final words the inn was in utter silence, Durst was smiling ear to ear nodding vigorously while Harman was grasping the handle of his mug so hard you could hear his knuckles crack as they tightened around the handle.  Harman half sits up putting his ale on the table a ever slight motion towards the hilt of his sword the other three rest their mug of ale also on the table, all the while Durst still is gleaming as if he has won some prize.

With a thunderous clap Mr. Borsok strikes his hands together and bellows out orders, cutting the palatable tension that Verna's clearly created with her final words.

"ALE FOR THE GUESTS AND THE REST OF LAZY LOUTS GET BACK OUT THERE AND GET TO WORK."

Borsok slides in close Verna and speaks softly so only she and Korin can hear.

"Many of us have been to battle, never forget that and with that watch that you don't lump everyone together."

Borsok turns to Harman, a strong head nod towards the door.  Harman and the other three soldiers follow Mr. Borsok to the entrance where hushed harsh words are shared and Harman storms off.

Durst stands up and approaches, the smile on his face almost disarming.

"Madam, I never caught your name after the battle and I was rude not to ask it before asking my question here today.  My name is Durst, hearing your story I apologize for bring up a memory like that and for the loss of your compatriots in that battle.  The Lord I serve, did not serve with the Dominion Army at that time.  We were pushing the center, when word came of the failing left flank, we then stopped pushing and spread the line out to the left drawing on spare man power from the right and center swinging it out.  I am sure it is no consolation, but that Commander was stripped of his rank, his lands seized and he now serves on a prison ship as a oars man.  When we got back to camp is when I heard tell of your bravery, your story has helped me keep my head in many a battle.  Well anyways thanks for your time, I have duties I need to attend to."

Giving Verna a nod Durst returns to the bar, pays his tab and heads out the door.  Later as Verna and Korin go to pay your tab you find out that Durst footed the bill.

 The rest of the day goes by peacefully the sound of the kitchen cleaning and prepping for the coming evening crowd can be heard even in the rooms ever so faintly.  Borsok can be seen darting in and out of the kitchen and bar, he clearly is a dwarf of detail.  Each of you are given a room key as the rooms have been turned down.  Each room is identical, a double size bed, an armoire which unlocks with your individual rooms keys and a sturdy wash basin stand with copper bowl and pitcher filled with cool water.  Heated water can be made available all one has to do is request it, you are told when the evening meal will be served.  The rest of the day is yours to do with as you please, should you decide to stay at the inn and rest it is uneventful afternoon and evening.
 The beds are comfortable, but as you get ready for sleep there is a loud commotion coming from out front of the inn.  Due to the thick stone wall construction it is muffled and impossible to discern without going down stairs.
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Verna shrugged her shoulders at those who tried to chastise and/or console her. Of course she understood the barkeep not wanting a bar brawl to occur in his establishment and decided not to push the issue any further.

When she finds out that her meal was paid for she shows some surprise. Upon getting a room she orders up some steaming hot water to wash the grime from her body. After a short nap she wakes up for the evening meal and retires back to her room fairly early.

The commotion downstairs wakes her up. Not knowing what’s going on but not wanting to get involved in affairs that are none of her business she waits to see if she can hear anything else that might allude to what is going on. Regardless she does don her armor in the event that the commotion is something she should respond to.

Korin lets out a tired sigh once it is obvious that the entire place isn't going to erupt into a melee. Finishing the last of his meal he politely folds his napkin and lays it on the table. Standing he retrieves his spear and backpack from the floor and performs a slight bow to Verna. "Damn lady, you really have a way with people. Safe travels and all that." Korin requests hot water for bathing and arranges to have his clothes laundered. He will also inquire about having his beat up leather armor repaired if possible. Either way he retires to his room. After performing his ablutions and daily prayers he locks up his belongings in the armoire and props a chair under the doorknob to further secure the room. He then drifts into a sleep so deep he misses the evening meal entirely. The need to urinate along with the commotion from downstairs rouses him from his slumber. Yawning he pulls on some breeches and an undershirt not bothering with boots and heads down to see if the kitchen has any food left.

Ronan relaxed, a little anyway, when it seemed there would be no fight and honor to defend.  He shook his head thinking to himself about the huge brass balls the young red headed warrior woman had on her.  Decidedly he finished his meal, had a whole additional pitcher of ale and requested a room to retire to.

Before heading to his room he made sure his mount was taken care of, at the inn's stables if they had any, or nearby if the inn had no stables of their own.  His steed taken care of he practiced movements with his warhammer in his room, careful not to break anything before washing up and getting ready for the evening meal.  As he was going to check on his steed for the evening, the commotion obviously drew his attention.  He couldn't deny his interest was peaked and he walked casually downstairs to investigate.