Albrecht looks over the smoldering ashes, wondering what had happened. "Did we miss something?" he asked, looking to Milander.

In reply to Albrecht Delmorn (msg # 190):

"From what I have seen I do believe those two men there"
pointing towards two men that were the cause of the blaze
"are the Unintentional perpetrators, innocent or not however I still feel they owe some sort of retribution to the Tavern owner.  Perhaps we can get them to apologize to him and the Patrons as well."

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Augustae had been sitting at a table in the Welcome Wench when the alarm had been given for the fire, and, like most of the others, he'd rushed out to help put it out... but not before casting a glance to see if anyone seemed like they might stay behind to rob the innkeeper. Fortunately, none had.

The efforts had been successful and the fire had been contained before it had spread too far. Not surprisingly, the innkeeper had offered a round of drinks on the house to everyone... even the two that may have started it.

"Are you certain they weren't in cahoots with someone else?" he directed his question at the woman who'd spoken.

"Don't mean to poke my nose into someone else's business, but setting a barn on fire is everybody's business."

"Hello. My name is Augustae Cawliga."

The old man looks at Albrecht sourly and says, "I wouldn't say we 'missed' it. Unless you think idiots playing with tinder twigs is amusing... which is fair." he says, moving quickly toward the person offering free ale with a singular intent.

Katala stands beside Gora, despite the soot on her face and her leather armor and dagger at her hip, she is an image of beauty. He look on the men, however, is less than serene. "My friend here put it too nicely....Those idiots started the fire, and i think they owe the innkeeper more than an apology." She allows a slight smile that would normally seem seductive if not for the dangerous gleam in her eye. "....I think he needs two able bodied voluntters to clean the barn and inn for a bit, Don't you think lady Gora?"

In reply to Katala Windstrom (msg # 194):

"What I think is of little importance MiLady.  We all make our world based on our own understandings and attitudes.  But yes Lady Windstrom I also feel that a couple of faithful if not dedicated volunteers could be useful to the establishment at the moment."

"Are you sure they accidentally started it?" Albrecht asked as he looked around for any signs of foul play. He had unfortunately missed what had happened, so he didn't know for sure. "But anyway, nice to meet you both. I am Albrecht Delmorn, and that crabby old man is Milander," he introduced, pointing out the man chasing down the free alcohol.

<OOC: For those who have never seen her i'll add a description>

The slight woman to Gora's side looked at Albrecht with a slight raise of her eyebrow. Standing before them was a woman who looked barely in her 20's was unusually beautiful bordering on striking (even by elven standards). Her skin, smooth and unblemished, was milky white with a slight hint of brown...though now had soot on the parts where her skin was seen. It was clear this woman, though not a fighter like the intimidating Gora, could hold her own....where the warrior was muscly, the woman was slim but lean, hinting that her abilities relied more on speed rather than strength.

Her hair, black with a hint of red hue, was tied up with a leather strap, though wisps of it strayed from the incident with the barn.. Her blue eyes showed a hardness not normal for her age.

The woman wore dark brown leather armor which was unusally tight, showing off her curves....even the cut of the armor left little to the imagination with the armor cut off at the sleeves, low cut around her chest and short showing her mid rift. On her hip, a dagger could be seen, and at her side was a shortbow with a quiver.

The woman looked Albrecht over with a smile. "Albrecht....hmm." She placed a hand on her hip and looked him over. She looked at Gora with a playful smile. "....friends of yours?"

In reply to Albrecht Delmorn (msg # 196):
"Sir.. If the two individuals in question deliberately started it. They are very good at deception. The way they stumbled and staggered out the Tavern and over to the horses after getting themselves so thoroughly and convincingly inebriated at the establishment.  If it was intentional I would just have to doff my helmet to such a thoroughly professional example of acting.

For you see I was there and saw

DM:

The two men get the horse and start to lead it out. One of them runs into the stall post and knocks over the lantern....which breaks. However due to their drunken nature they don't seem to notice it. There is a fire starting on the straw. The horse looks to be a plow horse rather than a riding horse.

and though I admit I may be fooled as easily as anyone else, I do try to take things at face value.  At least until I find out otherwise.

No Lady Kat to answer your question I do not have the privilege nor the honor of having been introduced to this individual. But you may already know how I am happy and willing to be on friendly terms with almost all kinds of beings... well at least the ones who are not very bad." The Half Orc grumphs in reply

The old man, for his part, mumbled an unintelligable growl at the mention of his name as he was walking back, sipping the drink and making a face before drinking some more. He had managed to push his way towards the bar for his free drink. Once it was placed in front of him, without so much a word of thanks, he had snatched it up and had moved back towards the more familiar faces of Albrecht.

As he stood there, in time to hear the tail-end of Gora's reply, he offered a loud, drawn out belch followed by a sneezing hack of a cough before saying, "Bad. Good. Pointless labels. Push comes to shove, mortal principles vanish as quickly and easily as their brief lives do. Like the flame of a candle in the face of so much as a breath of inconvenience, principles and the lives that hold to them don't last very long."

"But gold... hmmmm...." he says, his eyes lighting up as he takes another, probing sip, ".....gold lasts forever...." he says, chuckling into his mug lustily.

In reply to Milander Vos Drago (msg # 199):

"Of course if you think that it is so then it must be so.
I wonder though what the opinions of the dwellers of Heaven or the Abyss would have to your point of view.  I do however have one question for you sir. If good and evil are just labels as you put it, what is it that I detect when I find an abundance of evil in a persons nature?

No need to answer that question stranger it was and is rhetorical, your views and others of similar nature have been held by many down the centuries.  Some of whom later learned to their regret that they were wrong."

turning her attention back to Lady Kat
"In answer to your query Miss Kat It saddens me to say it seems not.
 An associate perhaps?"
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The woman, crossing her arms, couldn't help but smile at the half orc's view. Most of her kind were less disciplined than her....in fact most people the woman met were. But despite the short time she knew the warrior woman, she judged her a good heart and worthy woman. And while her views and the orc warriors of the world were different, Kat learnt quickly that it was each persons views that held them together, and that no matter what, they can't be forced on others.

no....though the two women were opposites in many ways, they were also similar, like two sides of the same coin

"Associates indeed my lady. But perhaps they have similar goals as us....and though usually i work alone, in recent times i have found that where 2 people fighting side by side are better than one alone, four are better than two."

she looks at the old man with a smirk.

"....well, perhaps three and a half."

The old man harrumphed into his drink and said, "Don't sell yourself short l, hatchling. I'm sure with a few summers of practice you'll be able to keep up." he says with a crocodiles grin, before muttering, quietly to himself "Besides, I know a killer when I smell them..."

Then with a loud belch he asks, "So what are these goals. You another fool seeking glory in places best forgotten?" he says squinting at her as if he already knew the answer.

"I think the law here can handle any punishments for the two firestarters, and if they indeed started it by accident, then maybe the law will be lenient," Albrecht shrugged. It wasn't his place to decide guilt, after all, even if he wanted to.

The young man couldn't keep his eyes off the beautiful woman in front of him, and the fact that she looks like she'd be at least half decent in a fight only furthers his interest. "Yes, Lady Kat, what are your goals? Perhaps they are similar to ours, or at least one of ours," he grinned, looking at Milander as the two didn't quite see eye to eye on all issues. "We aim to go see the Baron* in the morning, perhaps you two would like to accompany us?" he asked the pair of women.

*I think. I can't really remember (it's been awhile lol).

Katala looked at gora with a grin, then slowly walked up to Albrecht so she was a mere inch from his face. when she spoke, it was softly, seductively and clear. "What my intentions, or goals are, my hansome young man...." She paused as she made an exaggerated attempt looking at the man up and down thoroughly. "....is something you will have to earn. For now, lets just say i'm looking for a job, some fun and maybe a little trouble."

She turned her head towards Milander, and though she still smiled, it wasn't as warm. "Now that, old man, is a matter of perspective. Have i taken life....yes. But only when needed, as i am sure you have. And trust me, i can keep up with your old bones!"

She turned and returned to Gora's side, and winked at the woman, whispering in her ear as she turned.

"Boys"

she shook her head with a smile and stood with one hand on her hip, her head slightly tilted.

"So, what glory is being seeked, and what was forgotten old man?"

In reply to Katala Windstrom (msg # 204):

Hearing Lady Kats words Gora looks once more at Albrecht and proclaims a different point of view. "Lady Kat? dat man not handsome, he not even got tusks like a real man should."
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The old man scowled at being referred to as such, but merely shrugged, saying with a grin, "A killer is a killer, death is the only perspective that makes it so." he says, taking in a deep  and closing his eyes, before letting out a wistful sigh.

Then, his eyes snapping open, he locked eyes with her, his gaze carrying no lust or warmth, no different from that of a predator seeing prey, he added, "What you are learning, I am forgetting, but in time you will learn what I speak of hatchling. You may not survive it, but you will come to know what has been forgotten. You all will. Fortunately for you all, your inevitable foolishness intersects with my interests, which has greatly increased your odds of survival."

His stare then snaps back to Albrecht and he scowls once more, saying, "All this talking tires me. I will get my own room, I recall your type is shy about mating. Be sure to come get me before we go see the Baron... or if anything amusing is happening. Or if there's gold involved." he says, before turning on his heels as he finishes the last of his free ale and begins to noisily demand a room and complaining about the cost.

Kat smiles at Gora. "Your right, there is no tusks.....but his innocence in Kinda sweet" She smiled at the man sweetly.

Then when Milander went on his rant, the woman stood by without a word. As he walked off, she spoke up, a slight edge in her voice. "Don't lecture me like a father old man on death and the wrongs of this world." She narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at the man. "When you've been sold as a slave to do things as a child that shouldn't be done, to withstand horrors for other amusements, then stand by and let it happen, that's not murder.....that's preservation. And I don't give a damn on your views. When your facing an army, if I'm at your side,  just remember that when I do what must be done to save your old bones, I'll be telling you I told ya so."

She let the man leave. Looking at albrecht, she shrugged. "Your friend is self inflated and opinionated...."

In reply to Katala Windstrom (msg # 207):

"Kat don't you feel That elderly man who just left is a very generous individual?

Did he not just offer to stand in the vanguard and put his very life before ours? I do recall him saying something like and I am quoting him here as best I may

quote:

Fortunately for you all, your inevitable foolishness intersects with my interests, which has greatly increased your odds of survival."

Or is that just my interpretation of his statement?

Of course there are other ways of increasing our odds of survival but none that get the job done safer and faster then direct actions. Still I think he should have rethought his assumptions that we all will inevitably be foolish.  Who is the greater fool? The fool or the people who willingly accepts The fool?

His discourse does raise one question though.  Who here was born from an egg?"

Kat, despite her temper, couldn't help but smile at Gora. "Egg? Oh...hatchling. It's supposed to point out how young I am compared to that dinosaur!" She looks at Gora, her face completely serious, but shakes her head. "Nevermind....."

She looked at albrecht and had a serious look. "What did he mean about things best left forgotten.....what are you boys up to" She sounded more intrigued than anything

Albrecht couldn't help but grin when Kat looked him over, almost relishing the attention but trying not to let it be too obvious. He let her bicker with Milander, she would find out soon enough how much of a grumpy old man he was most of the time. "We are hunting bandits, and have been told they may be hold up in an old abandoned temple. Milander makes it sound like something awful happened there, but he hasn't really gone into details, though," the young man explained. "He might be a pain to listen to, but he's proven useful in a fight with his magics, something that I never had the aptitude for," he added with a shrug.

The old man was either hard of hearing, or he simply did not bother to reply. He had some sharp words some folk who jostled him, and just as if it seemed he might have gone to far and was going to get his fool head knocked in... a snake that was thicker than all of the creaky bones that made up his whole body quickly slithered up and coiled around him defensively. Snarling angrily at the snake, he seemingly began taking his anger out on the snake as he disappeared towards what would undoubtedly be a cantankerous sleep interspersed with intentionally spiteful snoring.

"You know Lady Kat I think I just might go up and see if that Gentleman could use a massage

To help him with what ever ails him?  A nice calming easing of tensions and all.  I hope he would not mind the company nor the assumption of his need for care.  Most people do snap out when they are in pain after all.  I am a trained healer and seeing anyone suffer is just not right." Gora adds as she looks at Albrecht Delmorn.

"Sir if you would not mind, I could use your presence as chaperone and to show him I bare no ill will. How say you?"
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Kat looked at Gora to see if she was joking about the massage towards the obstinant old man, but when she saw the serious look on her face, Kat eyes went wide with surprise and mirth. She tried to hide a smile, but didn't succeed well as Shen spoke.

"A massage....you know I think it might help him but given his attitude he may be a little worked up. You can try my large friend, but I expect he will decline your offer....though I don't see why anyone would." As Gora asked albrechts help, Kat was behind Gora and it took all her willpower not to laugh out loud for fear of offending the warrior woman she had befriended. She however covered her smile with her hand as she looked at albrecht, a twinkle of humour and mischief in her eyes.

<OOC: LOL....this is so much fun!>

In reply to Gora (msg # 212):

Albrecht likewise wasn't sure if Gora was joking or not, until she asked if he would accompany her to get Milander's permission for the massage. As much as he wanted to see what would happen, he also didn't think either of them would appreciate the repercussions. "No, I think we'll just have to leave Milander be for the night. Maybe in the morning you could ask him?" he suggested with a shrug, knowing that the orc woman was just trying to help and not wanting to completely shut down an otherwise decent idea. "Speaking of, what were your plans for tomorrow? he asked the two ladies, trying to change the subject inconspicuously.