"As she says, be it ever so terse, a true Knight and traveling companion for which I am grateful. It is a dangerous and devious world out there after all. As to my purpose here, I am seeing a bit of the world as my dear late mother wished. Making my own way for a bit as it were."

Seeing the other men approach Korin recognizes them from the previous evening and wishes he would have stayed up and made small talk at least. He decides to try and seize on an opportunity anyway.

"Ah... here are some more associates. We shared quite an adventure last evening at the Faded Flame Inn. We were afforded the distinct pleasure of meeting Captain Gaulterius of the Green Men. My apologies again for interrupting your business. I would certainly recommend the Faded Flame. The proprietor Borsok is a congenial Dwarf and helped keep us on the right side of the law. We will be retiring there shortly if any wish to follow. Mr. Kavanaugh it was a pleasure to see you again. I should be at the Flame for a few more days at least. If there are any business opportunities you might like to discuss please drop in at your leisure. My connections are currently limited however I am not without talent. Indeed, like my father, I try to surround myself with talent." 

Korin will offer a very slight bow. Precisely as deep as his mother taught him for occasions when you wish to show respect but remind your audience that you are Nobility.

Korin Simmat:

At the mention of your mother, Kavanaugh makes a religious symbol and slightly bows his head slightly.

"May the gods she prayed to rest her soul.  It is good to see that you have fallen into such good company on your travels, the roads and rivers are indeed not safe to go alone.  And even the city's a civilized as they are cannot always be trusted, there is always a nefarious lot going about sinister deeds."

At the mention of Captain Gaulterius and the Green Men there is again an ever subtle flicker in  Kavanaugh's facial features which are brought to control again.

"Ahh..the Captain he is loved by the Citizen's of Wisdom as are the ever watchful eye's of the Green men and fortune favors the Simmat's as always Master Korin as the Faded Flame is one of the finest establishment's in all the Eastern Territories and Mr. Borsok is no doubt the finest inn keeper in all the east of Palladium."

Grudgebearer & Nexxi:

Turning to Grudge and Nexxi Mr. Kavanaugh demeanor was one of great pleasantry also.

"Well Master Dwarf there you have it Master Korin is more then willing to show you to the Faded Flame and as I have already said it is one finest inn's in Wisdom.  And from the looks of it you should arrive safely in the company of no finer people then Korin and these other three traveling companions.  Although you no doubt can handle yourself quite sufficiently."


Verna:
The short and curt reply catches you a wry smile from Mr. Kavanaugh.

"My apologies Madam Knight, had I known you a Lady Knight, I offer my humblest apologies to you."


Gabriel Kavanaugh takes in the lot off you and spreads his arms out to the side with hands extended.

"Well Gentlemen and Ladies, the evening has gotten on a bit and I still need to organize the last of my workers before the morrow.  And surely you wish to be about getting back to the inn and have some supper before it is gone.  Should you need a lift across the river let me know and I will surely lend a hand.  As for business Master Korin, I am not in need of dock hands and security is taken care of by the local army and Green Men.  But if something comes to mind I will surely send word to you of my need." 

 Kavanaugh bows to each of you politely and walks off towards a group of dock workers he can be seen through the dwindling crowd talking to men here and there as everyone is going about the days end business.

Korin watches Kavanaugh go his noble bearing dropping ever so slightly as he chews his bottom lip. Turning around he looks at everyone present, frowns slightly, then shrugs and walks away towards the Faded Flame.

In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 134):

Turning to Korin as he walks past, Grudgebearer speaks to Korin and Verna as the they seemed to be traveling together.

"Well Sir and Madam I we would be more then grateful if you would lead us to this Faded Flame, tis been a longer day then expected.  I would buy you a drink when we get there, once my animal and wagon are taken care of.  There is enough room in this wagon for the lot of you should you not wish to travel afoot back to this inn."

Grudge looks to Korin, Verna even the other two the showed up and he did not get their names.

Korin stops in his tracks and spins around at the mention of a ride.

"I will take you up on that offer sir."

The young man climbs up into the back of the wagon and settles in.

Verna climbs into the back of the wagon as well. She had spent enough time as a simple long-bow woman afoot that she wasn't going to pass up a free wagon ride.

In reply to Grudgebearer (msg # 136):

Bowing his head slightly in respect to the Dwarf, Thilo climbs up the the wagon on the back and takes a seat against one of the sides so that he can see everyone and anyone coming from behind.

 With directions from Korin, the wagon ride is very uneventful. The streets are still some what busy but the wagon with it's passengers are barely given a sideways glance by the citizens of Wisdom who are hurrying home or to some of the local eateries.  You all arrive in short order to the Faded Flame.

 As you pull up to the front of the Inn one of the night servers is making her way in.  Recognizing Verna, Myrrick and Korin she comes over and kindly gives directions to Grudgebearer to where the stables and wagon bays are, informing him of the fees.  She lets the rest of you know that tonight's menu is a dutch oven chicken pot pie with thick biscuit toppings and that one of the new guests was maybe willing to put on a bit of entertainment if the other patrons would be willing to put up with such frivolous thing, he had the odd stage name of Thracce “Snake Eater”.  The young ladies face contorted slightly into one of someone who thought snakes were very icky.  With that she gives the group a bow, turns and with quick pace scurries into the Inn.  Borsok's robust voice can be heard out the door bellowing at the late arrival of his serving girl, although no malice is heard in it.

Verna, Korin, Myrrick and Thilo
 As you enter the Inn, it is brightly lit and is comfortably full, all the Patrons are either scarfing down the nights meal or already nursing a drink pacing themselves for the evening.  Fine tobacco can also be smelt as some of the customers have pipes out.

 Off to the side of the hearth, a small space has been made available for the potential would be entertainer that the young serving girl was mentioning.  One of the details left out was what kinda entertainment it would be. For there was no musical instruments, stage props or anything of that nature just a space for someone to stand and allow most of the inn's guests to see without any issues.  Perhaps it was just a singing barb, a couple patrons can be heard questioning it also through mouthfuls of food.

 At one of the tables is a very attractive elf, so fine the features, clothing, hair and everything else about the elf that it is obvious some of the patrons are trying to muster the courage to approach but none have dared yet and may even be confused if they should.

 Borsok see's you all, quickly speaks to his helper behind the bar and then makes his way aroun it to the lot of you as you come in.

"Aye, you all look refreshed, not a bad little bath house is it, the owners been a friend of mine since I helped him with some of the plumbing on his building a couple years back.  The Captain was by this afternoon looking for yeah, nothing major just wanted to know how you were faring.  Well I must be off to help the other guests and thanks to you for bringing me more guests despite last nights troubles."

Borsok gives you all a wave and leaves, greeting others as he walks past them stopping here or there to share a word with some of the other patrons.

Grudgebearer
As you approach rear side of the inn, someone opens a gate that is large enough for you to drive your cart through.  In the stable court yard are stalls for mounts and a couple bays for carts also what looks to be a very small smithy and work shop for the most basic of repairs to wagons and shoeing of animals if needed.  Some chickens dart across the yard, on a pile a feed hay is a Rooster dozing off.  From out of the little smithy a man walks out casually a pleasant smile on his face as he approached he calmly reached out and takes the muzzle of your mule.

"Welcome to the Faded Flame, how would yeah like yer mule and wagon cared for?"
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In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 140):

Grudgebearer noticeably relaxes as his cart comes to rest in the yard, he stands up from his seat stretching out sore muscles from sitting all day.  From being stuck at the gate due to Nexxi's mischief, the unfamiliar streets of Wisdom trying to get to the docks and then the conversation with Mr. Kavanaugh.  Mid stretch Grudgebearer realized that Nexxi was gone.  Pausing and looking around his cart Grudgebearer took note to see if anything was missing, it all appeared to be there.  She has a nasty habit of disappearing and reappearing.  But her belongings were all gone, so shrugging his shoulders he completes his stretch and jumps down grabbing his shield and warhammer.

Looking up to the inn's stable master who asked how he wanted the wagon tended and his faithful donkey.

"Just standard fair don't be spoiling the little whipper, but a clean stall and fresh water, rub him down...he don't mind being with other's if the need be.  As for my wagon, I was planning on leavin on the morrow but I think it be wise to have her looked at by the best Wainwright ye be knowin.  I also may be needing storage for some of my tools, would that be something you supply."

In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 140):

Following Verna, Korin and Myrrick into the Faded Flame, Thilo finds the brightly lit room to much and pulls his cowl even further forward.  Thilo scans for a spot away from the where the evening's entertainment maybe observed from a distance but is less brightly lit.  Once seated he will order a bowl of the chicken pot pie and a mug of water.

At the far end of the room, in the space where the entertainment usually occurs an elf steps from the the shadows. Thracce measures the space then turns and stands shirtless his back to the room, he slowly spins around waving his bare arms high and wide.

His pale chest heaving with exaggerated breath, his lean elven frame is well muscled and defined, his skin lustrous with slight sheen as if some oil had been applied to his skin, or perhaps it is a thin film of sweat from concentration.

From the waist down his long thin legs are covered in billowy garishly red pantaloons. feet bare.

A strange green scaled mask covers the upper half of his face. A thick strands of wild unruly red hair sticks out at odd angles from the back.

He appears to be practicing a portion of his act, his voice booms loudly and has an irritating mysterious edge to it.

“Every great magic trick consists of three parts or acts. The first part is called "The Pledge". The magician shows you something ordinary like a deck of cards” he flips his hand over and a deck of cards appears  in it. He shuffles them and then tosses them in the air, they flutter in the air for a moment and then disappear. “ Or something exciting or even scary like a snake”

He opens his mouth wide and from it a long thin brilliantly green snake emerges, slithers down one arm and wraps itself around his left wrist. Its tongue flicking in and out tasting the air. Eyes black as obsidian seem to take in the whole space.

“Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course... you will most likely think  it isn't.” He moves quickly across the space waving the snake at the seats and tables nearest him.

Returning to the center of the space he continues. “The second act is called "The Turn". The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary.” Looking down at the snake he says "dance for me sweet one.” It slithers up his arm across his chest it head bobbing too and fro, circles his neck and down his chest, he extends an arm to it as it slithers and wriggles to the beat of music only it seems to be able to hear.
“Now you're going to be looking for the secret, the trick... but you won't find it.” He shakes a finger at the room and his head in the negative.

“And I think you don't really want to know. You want to be fooled. You won’t clap…oh no not yet. Because making something disappear isn't enough of a trick; you have to be able to bring it back. “ he holds the snake up and back into his mouth it goes, seemingly much too large and long  to fit in there whole, he chews it up as it goes in, blood and gore runs down his cheeks. Once it is swallowed he takes a glass from the table top “May I?” slurps down some mead to wash the bits of the thing away. He wipes his face clean with a nearby cloth.

Returning to center, he begins again. “That's why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part of all, the part we call "The Prestige".” He spins around arms held wide as he slowly turns to face the room again.

He opens his mouth and the snake reemerges whole again unharmed, it’s green scales shimmering in the light tongue flicking as it slithers down his right arm and wraps itself around his wrist. He moves across the space showing the snake to all, returns to center and takes a long low bow.
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Korin walks in with Verna and the others immediately seeking a table. Seeing a barmaid walking by with a tray covered in tankards of ale he reaches out and snatches one off. He grins at the undoubtedly annoyed girl and says,

"Keep these coming."

Once seated he will order food and more drink. He will offer to Verna,

”Allow me to pay please. I have been on the run for the last month. Most of my time has been spent hiding in the woods, sleeping under hedges and stowing away in farmer’s haylofts. I have not had much of an opportunity for shopping so gold I still have. Besides I think the opportunity for more gold will be presenting itself shortly. Kavanaugh and I both now enjoy leverage against one another or at least perceived leverage. His is much greater because he could send word straight to my father and my gig is up. However he is in the middle of something big I think and he did not like seeing me. He certainly did not like my invoking the name of Captain Gualterius. My presence here in the company of an armed knight among others is unknown factor. He cannot afford to ignore that. The best way to handle the situation then would be to bring me under his control as much as possible. I threw the bait out there and I predict we will soon hear from Mr. Kavanaugh.”

Korin will swig deeply from his ale, belch and then say,

”Then again I could be completely over reading the situation. I am admittedly out of practice at playing politics having been in survival mode as of late. What do you think? What are your immediate plans?”

Korin stops to watch the show drinking liberally from his tankard of ale. After the performance he waves it off arrogantly.

"Elves can be overly dramatic... or just plain full of shit it's hard to tell the difference."

In reply to Grudgebearer (msg # 141):

Still holding the muzzle of your donkey, he nods in understanding a calm expression on his face.

"Not to worry Master Dwarf, it will be as you request.  I know a excellent Wainwright, he is quite busy though with all of the other carts coming in with the spring supplies.  I will throw in a word for yeah, as for storage it would be best if you talked with the Inn Keeper, Master Borsok.  I doubt any issue will be taken but I cannot speak for the Master.  He is inside right now I believe with the evening guests and apparently a strange elf who arrived this evening who wants to provide entertainment.  If you hurry in you might be able to catch it and the evening meal.  I can have any bags brought to your room if you wish."

By now the Stable Master was already unhitching the donkey from the wagon and a helper was preparing a stall.
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In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 145):

Seeing that his animal and cart were being taken care of properly Grudgebearer lets out a slight sigh and a nod of approval to the stablemaster.

"Well then Sir, I will be headin inside and that would good to have my bags brought to my room once I have acquired one and if a little female goblin should come poking around please just send he my way she is more nuisance then any trouble.  A strange traveling companion of mine but don't let her know I said that."

Grudgebearer shakes the man's hand and proceed's inside.  Grudgebearer squints ever so slightly his eye's adjusting to the inn's light.  Scanning the room he sees Korin and Verna sitting at a table, walking over to their table.

"Would ye mind the company of a smelly traveller."

Verna sat at the table with Korin, grabbed a pint of ale and allowed him to pay. As the yung man spoke, she listened to his story.



"My plans? I was sent here by my Lord to find out about and possible dangers coming from this area of the world. Not the normal dangers but anything out of the ordinary. I really sent away because he found out that his son and I were planning on secretly getting married. The son of a lord, even a minor one doesn't marry a peasant girl elevated to Knighthood. No he marries the daughter of some other Lord."

Verna takes a rather long gulp of her ale before continuing. "I'm pretty sure my Lord doesn't expect me to return. So my plans are to see if there are any dangers out this way and help others. It seems like you need help, even if it's to tell others there is a Knight by your side."

The very attractive elf sat at the table by himself, with his back to the wall. He eyed the other patrons, enough to make it obvious he took note of everyone, but not enough to garner attention.

Korin motions to an open chair,"Please do, some good conversation is always welcome. What brings you to Llorn good Dwarf?"

In reply to Jalahada Kirith (msg # 148):

After his bow, Thracce removes his mask as he walks over to his things, pulling his shirt on and sliding a foot into each shoe. He pauses to check out the people in the room. Spying a fellow elf he moves towards him smiling. He raises a hand and bids him greeting using the word "Onoro" A greeting in Ancient elvish for "Brother from another mother". The snake still around his neck flicks it's tongue. " I have not seen another of our race for many months." he pauses a few feet away to see if he receives a welcome response.

In reply to Caspar Uhla Thracce (msg # 150):

Jalahada raises his hand in kind and returns the greeting, speaking elvish. "Onoro, what brings you here? Other then making a wage entertaining."

In reply to Jalahada Kirith (msg # 151):

Thracce grins broadly, but then frowns "Not for wages, practice only, I seek my sister and the "uroc apse" (he uses the words for " rancid cooked orc meat ") that took her." he waves an arm "  I have traced them here. To this ettelea(strange place of men)" his elven dialect is oddly archaic.
He pulls a chair out turns it around and straddles it. "How do you come to be in this place of men Onoro?"
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In reply to Caspar Uhla Thracce (msg # 152):

"I'm between jobs at the moment." Jalahada looked over Casper. "The last one ended with me being a wanted Elf, so here I am."

In reply to Jalahada Kirith (msg # 153):

Thracce considers this for a few moments...Then asks in a lower voice

"Have you put ample space between yourself and your pursuers"

"I certainly hope so. If not my life will get quite exciting."

In reply to Jalahada Kirith (msg # 155):

Thracce nods,

"Did you come here through the port? I'm going down to look at the ships shortly."  he pulls a short piece of wood from his pocket while they talk and a very small tool and begins carving the wood with short quick strokes. As he clears away some of the background wood from the design his tool gets caught in a small imperfection spoiling the clean lines of the ship relief he was making. He flips it over and starts again with the same results. Sighing he sets the wood down half finished and puts the tool away.
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In reply to Korin Simmat (msg # 149):

Grudgebearer sits on the indicated chair and lets out a small sigh.  "Llorn?, this is Wisdom lad, perhaps you should lay off the dwarven mead."

Grudgebearer lets out a small chuckle, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture a healthy smile showing through his beard

"Know doubt a slip of the tongue boy, what brings me to here is I am just traveling Palladium at the behest of my Father and Mother.  They think it a good thing for a young dwarf to go out and see what it is that makes the world what it is.  So I have been on the road for quite some time, Wisdom is just one of many stops as I was on my way home after twenty years away.  I want to thank you for recommending what seems a fine establishment, my wagon bed has been my home for many years."

Should a server come by Grudgebearer will order food and a round of drinks for the table.