[ORP]Fortuitous Tale - tavern and home of Mor Payne.

Walking the streets, her mind in a turmoil of emotions, her clothes soaked from the rain, Shirinova again wonders why she is here at all. She should have returned to the Cabin but for some strange reason, she is in Town and wandering. Him, she thinks now with a heavy sigh, tis him.... And then something makes her stop walking.... The Tavern...

Looking at it from across the street, the sheer size of it making her feel so small, Shirinova shivers as the cold now makes itself present. Looking down briefly, swallowing hard, she decides to go and try the door...

Mounting the steps, each one seemingly more harder than the first as she starts to tremble, Shirinova finally reaches the door and takes a deep breath praying that it will open for her. Reaching out her hand, grasping the opener, she tries it and feels it give and the door open.... Trembling, she steps in and gasps as she sees all the lights...

Soon she is lost in wonder... everywhere she looks there is something to amaze her eyes. Tapestries, paintings, books, the furniture... Him... Sitting by the fire that looks sooo warm.....

Taking a deep breath as she sees that he is deep in thought, scared that he will cast her out into the cold and rain of the night, yet so cold she is now shivering, Shirinova, her body trembling also in scared nervousness swallows hard and approaches him.... Standing just behind him, feeling the warmth of the fire now, she asks softly, Can I join you?
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Emerged in his deep thoughts, Morrandir fails to notice the door being opened and a figure step in. Suddenly he hears a faint, but clear voice speak to him. Even before he turns to face the speaker, he recognises the voice.

Shiri! You came! Mor stands up and turns to face her. Seeing her shivering from the rain, and simply because it has been so long since he last saw her, Mor grabs her little figure in his warm embrace.

I've missed you... so much. Pulling back slightly, he looks deeply in her eyes and smiles. Would you like some cake perhaps and thos...

Right then, in mid sentence, Mo notices the door opening again. Stepping toward the door frowning, he soon starts smiling widely as he recognises the unexpected visitor. Hy! My dear friend, come in from the rain.

Seeing Hy go straight for the guest book, Mor keeps smiling and once Hy finishes, Mor signals both of his friends to come take a look at the view to the first floor below them.



Seeing his friends quietly glance at one another, Mor chuckles happily. Shall we take the stairs down to the bar? I can show you the rest of this floor later, along with the guest rooms upstairs. Taking Shiri by the hand, he leads them both downstairs to the actual bar and dining floor.



Watching the expressions on their faces, Mor feels quite pleased about their first reactions. Accepting the generous gift and compliments from Hy, Mor pours them all some wine and looks at Shiri, who still seems rather quiet. Likely due to the surprise of it all.

Thank you Hy for the gift, then turning to Shiri he asks, and how does the place look to you... my... barmaid? Mor grins as he sneaks in the request, which had been burning his mind for days now...
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Looking at Shiri and hearing her accept his proposal, Mor hugged her tight and couldn't resist the urge to spin her around a couple of times in his arms. Excellent! That's all I needed to hear! Thank you my love...

Morrandir hugs her once more before letting her go and turning to Hy. Seeing that he was starting to doze off in the table, Mor helps his friend to the bed beside the bar and then returns to Shiri.

Alright... this has all made me a very happy man, but for now I must excuse myself... it has been a very long day for me and I need my sleep. I guess I'll be taking one of the guest rooms upstairs, since... Mor glances at the sleeping man in his bed my bed is sort of occupied at the moment. He leans down to kiss Shiri, I leave the tavern in your capable hands. Good night... and thank you.

Mor turns around and ascends the first flight of stairs to the second floor. He walks over the bannister to blow a kiss at Shiri looking up at him. Then climbing the remaining stairs to the third floor, Mor crashes in the first bed he lays his eyes on and falls into a deep sleep...
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Hy wakes with a start,looks around to try to figure out where he is... on a bed... by a bar... Oh the new tavern... Heck I must have gotten Mo's bed..... it is nice and comfy... the tavern looks wonderful so much to look at....
Hy gets up and notices Shiri Asleep Sitting there.. Well that is not good.
Hy quietly moves behind the bar, gathers up the Sleeping Lady and ever so gently puts her on the warm bed and covers her with a throw,
Well looking around sees no sign of Mo, Guess he must have went to the guest room upstairs(I think that is what he said was up there)
Well then I guess I'll just watch the shop for them while they rest as they watched for me when I ran the Seventh Oak for the town..
Hy moves to the bar finds some cleaning supplies and make use of them scrubbing the area to a fine sparkle.
Hy make fresh tea for the tea drinkers, which is what he does mostly. Make some fresh coffee for him to wake up by. And waits for the next person to come in, Mayhap Ed will come and spin one of his tales, or strum a melody.
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Husband of the wonderful and beautiful Lady Zulah B. Markov, The Baroness of Southwick. Hy Baron of Dartford

As hy hands Mo some tea.
"and a fine morn to you Mo, Jimmy_the_hand was in for a bit and the Mayor came bye for a visit. the round flew for a bit, they left So I cleaned back up, I think you will find the tender in order, if it isn't I will make it up. oops I think I talked too loud. Shiri is stirring."
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Husband of the wonderful and beautiful Lady Zulah B. Markov, The Baroness of Southwick. Hy Baron of Dartford

"hello Shiri, You look like you slept well. and as beautiful as always."
Hy Pours her a tea.
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Husband of the wonderful and beautiful Lady Zulah B. Markov, The Baroness of Southwick. Hy Baron of Dartford

Ederick was walking through the town on his way to the mines, when he sudenly noticed the activity going on in the new tavern, and decides to enter.

seeing all the wonder's that had been preformed to decorate the place so elequently. he feels a little embarassed he did not bring a gift.

hy offers him a tea and nudges at the bundle in ed's hands

"A tale perhaps?" hy asked

"nay, i have much work to do." replied ederick "but a song maby"

ederick smiles and unraps the bundle carefully to reveil his harp. He picks up the instrument and starts to run his hands across the finely tuned string's and starts to sing the shortest song he can remember as the day is soon to start.

Mousie had left her castle, she gave the nanny instruction for the twins, like she really needed one after helping with Pc and Star. Mousie took her cloak with her when she left, she cover her head so it would stay dry. For some reason she couldn't sleep to night. Something bothered her, maybe worried her. She needed fresh air. Mousie walked into town. Looking down the street she sees a new tavern, the sign had it's name on it. Mousie stood there looking at the building, maybe this is what made her come to the place, she thought to herself. Then she looked into the windows before entering to see who was all in there Mousie seen Shiri with Mo. Hy over in the corner and Ederick there was well. Mousie smiled at her wet cloak. She opened the door slowly. And peeped around the corner. Mousie walked inside. She greeted everyone that is there. Then bought arounds for everyone.

Hy joins in welcoming Mousie and Ed into the tavern, drinks some rounds with Mousie and buys some too. After most leave he finds a corner to reflect in, vowing not to fall asleep there again. He reflects on how good the folks are here about. His joy at the return of PC, his sadness that is caused by it too, His joy that he has friends that want him to stay, and even more joy that he might be able to find another special Lady that might, might spend time with him.



After untold hours of drinks and thoughts Hy bows out of the tavern Telling all to have a good night.

He decides to walk out to the river, as he has not been there in a good while and it is a quiet night with the rain still drizzling down.
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Husband of the wonderful and beautiful Lady Zulah B. Markov, The Baroness of Southwick. Hy Baron of Dartford

Mousie allowed Mo to take her cloak. She smiled and accepted his hand as he lead her down stairs to where everyone else was. Mousie hugged Mo, and Shiri. She nodded at Ed with a smile. She seen Hy and walked over and gave him a hug as well. Mousie walked over back to the bar to order a drink to warm up her bones. She then turned around, was about to head toward Hy and noticed he was gone or was he in the shadows some where and she just over looked him Mousie blushed, seeing him over in the corner by himself lurking in the shadow of the tavern. She looked down at him, holding two mug of ale. May I, join you this evening? Mousie waited before seating herself. She looked around the tavern and thought to herself Mo did a wonderful job on this place.Of course, with the help of the barmaid. It seemed more lively then the other tavern here in So. Something was different about it, that it drew ppl here. It had to be that Mo and Shiri are very good ppl. Who has a wonderful personality to go with it. Mousie loved to be around her friends, she was so relieved that Hy decided to stay in town. Without him, she didn't know what she would do, it drove her nuts hoping he didn't leave. Which she couldn't blame him one bit, Mousie knew in her heart that he should be angry with her, and he should have started hating her, but she was relieved that he didn't.

With the stew cooking steadily over the fire, Shiri frowns as she gets the feeling that something isn't right...

Going over to Mo, telling him that need to step out for a while, that she'll be back soon, she leaves the Foxy Tigress and almost walks right into a worried looking Renki. And felling him start dragging her down the steps, she gasps and tries to keep up as he babbles away in his lingo while she tries to keep her feet...

Whoa!!, she calls out as they reach the bottom of the stairs, Dusty is here in town...somewhere.... And seeing Renki stop, turn to her, frown, she smiles...

Loosing a whistle, hearing an answering whiney, she grins as the horse comes into sight.... Now that, is what I call service she grins. Give me a hand up, mount up behind and we’ll go see what’s up at the Cabin.... and offering her ankle, feeling herself being boosted up onto her Horse’s back, she waits till he is behind her before nudging Dusty into a canter out of Town and out toward the Forest...
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After everyone had gone, the tavern had seem quiet and peaceful. Mousie sipped her ale, the tavern lightening had gotten dimmer then before. Mousie thought to herself that she needed to get back to Windmill thinking that Pc had brought the kids home, she took another sip of her ale and the next thing she knew she was nodding off to sleep. Mousie apparently thought she was at home, she felt the blanket put on her. She never moved the muscle.

Later on Mousie had woken up to see there was a few ppl there. She paid for the drinks left a tip on that table. She then went up stairs got her cloak and head out the door before she could get her cloak on. It was raining now. Mousie had put her hood over her head to keep her hair dried. She walked down the road a little ways up to 11 windmill lane.

Zulah. having heard about the new tavern on the outskirts of town, quickly changes out of her work clothes, washes up, and puts on her brown skirt and blouse as it has gotten colder since the leaves started to fall. Pulling on her boots and throwing a warm shawl over her shoulders, she closes the door behind her and picks up her pace as she heads for "The Foxy Tigress".

Its getting dark around her , as she sees a fairly large stone building down the street. .......

This must be it..yep..I can make out the sign now..I hope its open... The door opens to her touch and she feels the welcoming warmth of the place...

Oh, my this place has two levels! And a glorious fireplace down near the bar on the lower level...

No wonder everyone is talking about this place,,it is truely the nicest tavern in town , and so well appointed..tapestries and all!

She descends the stairs and heads over to the chair by the fireplace,,,so far I dont see anyone I know...but Ill sit awhile and take it all in,,and have a cup of tea...or maybe a mug of that mulled cider Im smelling......
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So nice to meet you Ederick,...Im Zulah propietor of the Daily Gring Mill.

So sorry to have missed your performance! Perhaps another day? Im sure Ill be back here another day. Its the warmest most pleasant tavern to kick back in....
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Returning to the Tavern, it still taking her breath away, Shiri puts the flowers she's collected on the way to the Tavern into a vase one of the tables and then joins Mo and Zulah at their table and sits down to rest her weary feet for a few minutes. Zulah, she begins, So nice to see you again. How have you been?
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Waiting till Hy has finished trying his hand at the Paper Game, Shiri sits him down and looks at the stitched wound....

My but you heal up fast, Friend, she begins as she sees how well the skin has knitted together, quite amazing. Then working deftly with a small filleting knife - the only thing she has to hand, She cuts the stitches then removes them with slight tugs which tickles the big Fella slightly as he smiles with every pull....

Or could it be, she wonders, that Hy is thinking of the stitches as a new beginning that has to hurt somewhat at the start, but gets better with every day that goes by...

Shrugging as she gets the last of the stitches out Shirnova then hugs the one she has adopted as her big Brother. And with a tear in her eye she says, Take care of yourself Hy. Turning to Zulah she hugs who she sees as an Aunt saying, And you Z, you take care too. Then using the pretext of meals for them both she dries her eyes returning with the meals saying, Something for the road, you know, can't have you travelling on empty tummies.
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Returning Hy's hug as she realises her mistake, feeling so very embarrassed, Shiri then laughs with the rest of them - yet in the back of her mind she's concerned that she might be going mad.....

No she tells herself slowly, you've only gotten the days mixed up is all. Nothing to be overly concerned about really. Plus you've been very busy lately and now it's all catching up with you is all...

Blinking, hearing them still laughing, Shiri takes a deep breath and sits down smiling. She's amongst friends and starts to relax once more....
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Mousie sneaked into the tavern, without anyone noticing her. She went to the darkest corner she could find. Sitting in the shadow, quietly Mousie order a drink. She sit there sipping her own drink, she watched Hydrarider with Zulah, and Morrandir with Shirinova. Watched them as they all laughed and chatted with each other. She heard that Hydrarider is leaving town for a month, she knew why and felt bad about it. She never meant for this to happened, none of it. Mousie hoped one day she would regain their trust and respect, but for now had to live with it. She has option but all them that was a cowards way out. She decided to face what she done and make the best of it for now. When she walks through town, people tends to cut their eyes at her while whispering, but Mousie holds her head up high and not let them get her down, after a few drinks. she tries to slip out the door. Someone notices her and calls after her.

As Mousie had been turned around with a hug. She got a bit dizzy, it caught her off guard. Mousie tried to refuse but knew she couldn't do that to Hydrarider.

Thanks Hydrarider, I needed that. I appreciate you being there for me and I will be there for you as well.

Mousie took a drink feeling a bit out of place here. She shook it off and wanted to enjoy herself. Mousie sit down at the bar sipped her ale.

Zulah joins Hy and puts her arm around Mousie...your friends all understand. We are all glad to see PC...so glad to see Star and Jr. happy, too. They have two fine Daddies now. Never too much love for children!

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Your a very good person Zulah. It something I need to deal with on my own. I know Hy has forgiven me, but I have to forgive myself. I know you will make him happy and I know you will be a good step-mom to the twins. I wish you both didn't have to be gone for a month. Thanks for not being upset with me. I wish you well and to be happy with Hy.

Mousie took her last sip out of the mug.


You both have a safe trip, I must depart now and go home to my children. Hope to see you both soon.

Mousie put the mug back down on the bar. She laid a tip down as well. Mousie got her cloak and walked down stairs and out the door. She jumped on the back of her horse and kick him in the rib to take off.

Hy found Ed in the street unconscious and carries him in after the tavern opens, makes sure he is tended too, then runs to work a field then Hy wanders back in after working and missing his departure.
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Ali dances up to Eddy and thumps his bumm...

23 big fella.. beat that!!! Ali grins as she steals his ale and drinks it and points toward the paper and bucket, Its your turn, I'm thirsty

Ali wonders if Mo and Shiri are preparing a room for her..

Me comes down after turning a bed down for Ali and carrying the tub in for her with a fair bit of water and setting the water close to the fire to keep it warm for her. Sees Ali run off with Ed's drink so he wanders around and retrieves Ed another ale and brings it too him. "Well Ed, I would hope that you would be so kind as to bring me in if I had done the same And I am sure you would so I don't feel you really owe me any thing. Mo, I took the liberty of tending to Ali a room since you were busy down here, I did get her the tub and the water too. She grabbed her own Ale." Hy then goes and pours a large mug of Tea to sit with while waiting to leave town.
Visits with Mousie and helps her toward her profession.
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Husband of the wonderful and beautiful Lady Zulah B. Markov, The Baroness of Southwick. Hy Baron of Dartford

As Mo peacefully enjoys drinks with his friends, he is abruptly given a boisterous command by a female voice. Frowning slightly at the stifled giggles and laughter of his drinking companions, he stands up from the table and goes to take a peek who this demanding patron could be. Glancing up at the reading area, Mor sees the inebriated Aliciaanne looking down at him, as she leans heavily on the second floor bannister - the only thing keeping her from taking a nose dive to the floor below her.

You sure you haven't had enough alre... Mor never gets finish his sentence, as Ali drops her empty glass down to him and gives her a look that would turn lesser men to stone. Riiight... I'll just bring some more ale up to you, shall I? Frowning deeply at the laughter directed at him from his cheerful friends at the table, Mor sighs and goes to get Ali some more drink to quench her seemingly unending thirst.

How about you sip these a little slower, Mor tries to suggest to the woman as she's now busy engaging in some peculiar form of communication with Ed, who has just finished playing a song about a traveller.

However, as Ali's expression to his request is anything but favourable, Mor decides to head upstairs and ready her a room at once.

Then right out of the blue, Mo hears Hy's voice telling him that all has been taken care of already. With a grateful nod to Hy, Mor turns back to Ali, wishes her a good and restful night, before heading back down to the bar. Setting up another round of ale and tea for his friends, Mor sits down with them and sighs happily...
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Ali wakes up late the next morning. Feeling the effects of the ale from the night before she lays back down and prays to Jah her head stops pounding before she begins her journey to Lewes with Sirthomas

SIRTHOMAS!! Ali says out loud, sitting straight up in her bed.

Suddenly she remembers, she has to meet him soon to leave. Not wanting to keep such a handsome man waiting tooo long she hurries to pack her belongings. She doesnt have much, just the rags she wears everyday and a few little momentos from her past.

Thank Jah I still managed to wash my clothes before laying down to sleep last night.. foolish girl drinking the ale again She scolds herself for overindulging again, but oh the fun she had

She runs downstairs and finds Mo and Shiri tending to the business of the pub and hugs and kisses them both, You guys are the best, thank you so much for taking me in and taking such good care of me last night. I must be on my way now but I will be back in a week or so.... take care, love you guys. Babye!!

Ali waves as she runs out the door and yells Say good bye to Eddy and Mousie for me!! If Eddy starts getting too good at tossing paper, please pinch him for me

She heard through the town chatter that Hy will be leaving for Lewes today also and she hopes to see him there as she needs to thank him personally for preparing her room for her and being so sweet... rumor has it, he has a traveling partner too.. hmmmm.

Hy drops back bye for a round or three to see some of his most favorite folks in the word and hug them all bye.
Trying not to cry before he leaves he hugs everyone three or four or five times each, Then rushing out to his loaded wagon, bearing trade goods so he will be able to eat his normal fair. He waves as he turns the wagon toward Lewes, Shedding a few tears as he leaves his home and friends and will even miss the festival..
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Husband of the wonderful and beautiful Lady Zulah B. Markov, The Baroness of Southwick. Hy Baron of Dartford

Ali watches as Hy pulls away, turning to Shiri she notices her tears and hears her weeping softly. She rushed to Shiri and gives her a gentle hug and a shoulder to cry on until Mo returns.

We are all going to miss him Shiri, he will be back but in the mean time, lets pray to Jah he has a safe journey and finds the forgiveness of the church he so desires

Ali continues to hold Shiri, trying her best to be supportive in her time of need. Hy, Mo and Shiri have been most generous to her in her short stay in SO and it breaks her heart to see Shiri so sad.

Someone in the town had told her about the Foxy Tigress tavern. It wasn't difficult to find the place.

"Now where do we register...." Cynth wonders aloud..
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Mousie walked down the walk way. She came to the FT, she stopped for a minute trying to decide whether or not should she stop for a few ale. Mousie decided to walk in. She pulled off her cloak and hanged up, she walked down stairs and decided to sit at the bar and order a drink. Mousie sipped her ale feeling a bit better. She watched as visitors walked in and out of the tavern. Mousie seen Mo and Shiri and greeted them both with her mug up in the air. Mousie smiled at them and then took another sip of ale. Mousie missed Hy and Zulah. It seems like a long time for her before seeing them again.

Earlier that night

"One drink pleasesss"

Present Time

It had been more than one more drink.

Frantzs lay at the table still demolished from the night before.Slowly relizing where he was Frantzs put his head up.

He looked around."Mo I would like some bread and water please,I'm still kinda,umm groggy from last night"

Realizing who was there"Cynth what on earth are you doing her?"He asked seeing his fellow Canterburian.

Clyppie checked if she had the address and the tavern name correctly. She nodded when she saw the sign "The Foxy Tigress." This is the right place.

She silently pushed the door and entered. "May I please have a room for one? I'm staying for the Fall Festival. Oh, and no need for pet accommodations as I did not bring my dog with me," she said.

Smiling at Cynth, after hastily collecting most of the spilled buns, Mo slowly gets up off the floor. Glancing over at the empty receptionists desk and seeing no Shiri there, he frowns. Ah... It seems my barmaid is neglecting her duties. Turning back to Cynth and hearing her requst a room, Mo's smile get even wider. Right, a room. I'll just... Then suddenly hearing another female voice behind him, Mo turns around to see Zalina come in through the door.

Excellent! Welcome Zalina... and a room for you as well? Feeling slightly out of place, as he usually handles the bar while Shiri does the meet and greet, Mo peeks over the bannister next to him. Hon!! We got guests!! Mind giving me a hand?! I made a little mess here, bring the broom too!!

Turning back to the two slightly amused looking women, Mo points at the large book between the long benched. If you Ladies would do me the honour of signing the Guest Book, I'd be most grateful. Shiri will be right with you to take your room orders.

Bowing to both Ladies, Mo takes the bread basket and heads downstairs to the bar, where Frantzs seems to be waking up...
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Getting down to the bar, Mo sets the bread on it for all to enjoy freely, and then goes to the water barrel to fill up a glass for Frantzs. Handing it to the man, Mor looks at him with a grin across his face. Little men hammering away in the ol' cranium, eh? I might have a remedy for that. Help yourself to some bread and I'll be right back...

Going down to the cellar, Mo stops at the small shelf at the bottom of the stairs.



Starting from the two bottom shelves, he goes through the assortment of different liquids and concoctions. Lets see now... Aldea's Oil... nope, that's not it. Zint Markov's Tincture... not that either, that's for injuries. Kris' Sewage... no no, that will just make him spew his guts out. Steqman's Salve for Itchy Crotch... nah, probably won't need that, since he's been spending his nights with Pink. Chuckling softly, Mor comes to the one he's looking for. Ah, here we are! Celldwell's Tonic of Smoothing. Grabbing a bottle off the top shelf, Mo heads back upstairs.

Seeing Frantzs slowly eating some bread, Mor hands him the greyish bottle with pink lee at the bottom. Here, taste isn't that great, but drink that and you'll feel a whole lot better. A local drun... um... avid tavern goer, and a dear friend of mine, makes it for himself and he gave me a few bottles for storing.

Seeing Mousie step in, Mor goes to her, hugs her and sets an ale for her on the bar. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go see to your room Frantzs. And a few other as well, he thinks to himself while climbing the stairs to the 3rd floor...
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Mousie returned Mo hug, she thanked him for his wonderful ale. She sipped her ale. Watching all the visitors getting registered and getting their rooms. Mousie loved having visitors from other towns, new face and familiar faces. Mo and Shiri being wonderful host and hostess. She loved coming here seeing how they both being loving and carrying for their customers. Mousie order some bread she loved eating here as well. Mousie looked around she loved what Mo did to the place. The place seemed lively. You can feel the love here and the warm welcome. Mousie order another mug of ale. She sipped it while she day dreamed. Her mind wondering off into another world. Then something caught her attention. Her pet blue piggy, had gotten loose and made her way to the tavern. When some one had open the door she sneaked in. Mousie giggled, as she picked up her pet blue piggy. she let the piggy wonder around in the tavern until she finished her ale. She knew she had to get it out of here before Mo gets back.

Smiling and blushing slightly at the kiss, Mo moving off before she can return it, Shiri clears her throat and turns to Cynth saying, I'll um, leave you to settle in and refesh yourself. a little nervously. Then felling a bit more relaxed, she says, If you need a meal, one will be prepared and bought up to your room if you wish. Then turning to Clyppie, she says, Your room is this way.

Leading the wayas she looks at the key number,and smiles saying, Oh you'll like this room. There's all you need in here - even a change of clothes should you need them. Flowers, even a book to write in should you need too. Then unlocking and opening the door, entering...



...she turns saying, I hope you enjoy your stay here. And smiling, she hands Clyppie the key saying, Don't lose it ay. and winks with a grin as she moves off.
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Seeing all the activity as of late Ederick sets to the task of tuning his Harp. after being satisfied with it he thinks mabe i wont have to work the mine to pay for my ale today and he sets up at his usual spot by the fire and begans to play.

Jasmine walked in followed by her maid Karma. She walked to the front desk.. her ears were captured by the sweet melody so she turned around to see who was playing the harp that well... She saw a gentleman that she had not met before so she smiled to him and resumed to where Shiri stood, "good day, may I have a double room..for me and my maid?" she stood there with her sweet smile not saying much not thinking much either the music was charming that she couldn't stop listening to it.
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Smiling at Jasmine, looking at the keys Shiri smiles saying, But of course Jas. If you'll come with me I'll take you there now.

Walking along the hallway, seeing Mo gesture with four fingers to her, Shiri nods and heads for the stairs saying to Jasmine, Its a bit of a hike I'm afraid but very worth it for the view Jas.

Climbing the stairs and hoping that Jasmine isn't getting to fatigued by the climb, Shiri finally arrives at the fourth floor and makes for the room oposite Frantz saying, It's a really nice to see you by the way. And unlocking the room, opening it and peeking in, seeing that its all in order, she opens the door a little wider saying, There's an anti-room off the main one which should suit your Maid Jas. And handing her the key she says, Take your time, rest, refresh and I'll see you when you come down...

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half hour and Jasmine was ready to go downstairs, dressed and fresh she left Karma to freshen up too and rest as she seemed tired. She closed the door behind her and climbed down the stairs with a charming smile on her face. as she approached the first floor her ears caught the sweet tunes played on the harp.

As she reached the floor where the sweet melody came from she felt charmed searching with her eyes for the skillful musician she saw him.
She walked to where he sat holding his harp close. She sat gracefully near the fire opposite to him listening to his playing swaying with the melody. She enjoyed watching him playing the harp as his face looked deep in thought. she did not want to interrupt him so kept quiet listening to the sweet melody. his music reminded her of some memories she drifted away in her thought yet the music kept her company
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Hearing the words, That Mo can sure cook, Shirinova smiles slightly in amusement as she places a meal in front of Jasmine saying, Enjoy, as she sets Ales down for pair on the table. Then noting Jasmine's somewhat distant look she grins saying, Ah yes the Harp. In the hands of an expert tis as effective as a Love Spell on those with the ear to hear its magic. For those that don't tis merely a musical instrument that soothes the ear. Either way it doth have a charm that no other instrument has for its softness of tonal quality and ethereal sonic nature, and a shape and form that pleases the eye in it's complex simplicity.... her words trail off in a frown...

Where on earth did all that come from? she asks as she walks off in confusion, Did I actually say all that?
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Ederick continues playing his harp as catches the young lady air struming along out of the corner of his eye. Missing another note but covering it up by a smooth transition into another rythm. He casualy watches while he plays, her delicate fingers deftly plucking at the sting that arnt there. He has seen such technique before but not in a good many years.

He plays out the end of his song and out of curiosity says "would you like to try it M'lady? I can help you if you have forgoten the chords." he trys to smile as politely as he can.

HydraRider comes into the tavern with a charge, hugging everyone he finds 'specially Mo, Shiri, Mouse, Ederick, Zulah.... well everyone, He is so glad to be able to visit for a short time, he winds up getting drunk in the first minute after he gets in the tavern. Such good friends of his. He is so proud of Mo getting into the university period of his life, and will be glad when he can afford more classes himself.
Shortly though Hy had to dash for his house to rest for work.
He roars through the tavern hugging everyone yet again on his way out. and off in the night he roars on his loyal Mick.
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jasmine was startled when a stranger walked in hugging everyone and drinking then left as fast as he entered. She looked up at Ederick who seemed stunned as she was or even more. She gasps a little in surprise as the harp fell in her lap between her hands. She smiled with a look of understanding the situation. "It's okay..I was surprised myself. no worries,sir Ederick" she noticed that he did not try taking the harp back. She looked at the harp as her fingers touched it a warm smile danced on her lips. She was happy holding it as it brought happy memories.
She looked back up at Ederick as he talked smiling at him giving a single hesitant nod of acceptance. His sweet smile made her smile gaining more confidance, "okay..I will try my best then"
Jasmine sat up straight setting the harp in place pulling the cords softly adjusting her fingers on it relaxing them as much as she could. Her heart raced and felt butterflies in her stomache, she had not played for a while so she feared getting embaressed in front of others but yet again that was not all what she felt at the moment. She was more happy than nervous and as soon as she started she forgot everything else. She pulled the cords bit hard at first messing couple of tunes then she drifted away with the melody. It was only her and the harp, she played her favorite melody. The music seemed more as if coming from her heart not the harp. After some time she opened her eyes and glanced at Ederick hoping to see his reaction.
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Siting and listning to the first couple note's slowly smooth out into a melody. Thinking not to ruin such a nice melody with his rusty wind work he puts the flute back into his cloak. Loosing himself to the song of a fellow harpist he sets his back to the wall he closes his eye's, and drifts off to another time and place.

The music stops and Ederick returns to reality. He see's that most of the activity in the Tav has stoped. He smiles in aproval of the melody. "Thank you that was very beutifull." was all he could studder out as he was at a loss for words.

He looks around and wonders where all the people have gone.

Hears a rumbling roar from out the back as she's doing the dishes and looks out at the lake to see Mick grumbling for his "snacks". Grins and picks up the crate of ducks she managed to purloin from a nearby lake and heads out to feed the Hydra....

Approaches the beast cautiously as she remembers Hy's words about Mick devouring "Coders" - whatever those are, one night during a Tavern Lockout...

Standing just out of reach of the beast, talking soothingly to it, Shiri bends to undo the crate when Slurp, slurp, slurp.... She struggles to stand up... Slurp slurp... she puts her arms up and .... Slurp.... Oh no stop! Slurp...

Backing up, scowling, Shiri pouts in high annoyance. She's wet from head to toe!!

Taking a deep breath she says irritably, Bad Mick! That was very very bad. Look at me, I'm all wet!! And seeing Mick put his tail between his legs... hearing chortling she turns and mutters, Hy.... tersely under her breath....



Snorting angrily, Shiri feeds Mick his snacks and resolves that one day she will get her Brother back for this.... one day he will pay...
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Hy, Laughing at Shiri, goes and give her a big towel.. "You should likely clean up and change, Guest room four has a bath drawn for you and a dress laid out for you, I think I got the right size for you."


Then Hy goes back inside to listen to the two wonder-workers of music and story.
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Snatching up the towel from her brother, he having enjoyed his prank on her immensely, Shiri stomps into the tavern and goes up to the room mentioned to take the bath....

Entering the room, seeing the dress on the bed, seeing the colour, she stops in her tracks... Pink? PINK?!

Going closer to it, her mind in a turmoil, Shiri stares at the dress her look one of bemusement... Surely he know's I'm not that kind of girl, she thinks aloud. Then again... she considers, it is more red than pink, and red is the colour of passion.... she grins happily, I'll wear it to the next ball I go to, impress Mo with it.... well hopefully... Then remembering the bath, she smiles hoping there isn't any eels in it as she remembers how much her Brother loves to play tricks on her and that such would be just the kind of thing he'd do...
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Ederick takes back his Harp as Jasmine departs. He then lay out the old tatterd woolskin, Delicately place's the harp on it, and with practiced movements folds the corners over then ties it up.

Looking over at Ali throwing paper again he smiles and Instinctively rubs his throwing arm. Looks up to the banister and Shiri's nowhere to be seen just yet. Mo's over doing what he Does. and the rest of the tavern seem to have taken their leave as the festival has wound down.

Ederick then slings his Harp over his shoulder, picks up his rowen staff and heads out the door into the night.

Myles, a new man in town, then slowly came in, and sat down on a chair. Quietly, he slowly pulled out a small and worn-out lute and played a tune. Then soon, sound was made and the melody was heard in the whole of the Foxy Tigress.

Then before he could sing, a huge hydra, Mick, came out of nowhere and started dancing. The young man stopped, Oh my, The boy then hid his lute and requested for help. No one seemed to notice... So the boy ran and got the chair behind and used it as I shield assuming that the hydra would strike him.

Noticing that the Hydra had no intention of hurting him, he lowered the chair and started to walk slowly backwards. After he got to the door he sat down at the corner and sent out a huge sigh. Few moments later, he then heard a man laughing hysterically . . Who could that be...? he wondered.

Eyes wide as she sees Mick in the street as she walks back from the Market, Shiri groans, Oh no inwardly as she notices the Hydra making for a nearby group of children.....

Running quickly to get between the Beasie and the children, Shiri gets Mick's attention with the crate of ducks she has and seeing his greedy look, starts to lead him to the rear of the tavern as quickly as she can....

Minutes later and with Mick back in the pond, noting how much he resembles an oak tree, Shiri shrugs as the "Tree" groans at her loudly to be fed and returns to the form of Mick.

Ok Big Fella she says with a grin. Setting the ducks free from the crate, watching as they scatter, she looks up at Mick saying, Go get em! And watching in morbid fascination as the heads move in different directions, snap up ducks with ease, Shiri shakes her head in amazement before heading back toward the Tavern. Hearing eight long and loud... Buuurrrpppps!! she giggles.....
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Mousie rode up to the tavern, she jumped off the horse and tied her up. Mousie went into the tavern, she took her cloak off and hung it up. Mousie went and took a seat, she laid the files on the table to look at them. The barkeeper come over with a mug of ale. She took the mug and sit it down beside her files carefully trying not to spill it.Mousie looked at the papers reading it over and over.

But of course! comes the slightly flustered response as the full to the brim Mug is handed back to her, her mind daunted by all the steps that lie between she and the Lady Mousie, I'll um... get right on it. she manages a smile. Turning, and almost tripping on the first step, she heads up the rest more carefully with the Mug held firmly in her hand....

Finally through the huge wooden door, her heart pounding with the effort not to spill any Ale as she opened the door, pushed it open and moved passed it, Shirinova almost jumps out of her skin is it BANGS shut behind her. Free hand going to her chest, eyes wide, she takes a step forward and feels herself trip then start to fall forwar.....

Hand going out for balance, hiss issuing from shocked lips, legs trying valiantly to recover some semblance of balance... failing, feeling a knee hit the floor, Shirinova curses under her breath and groans.

All this effort just to get an Ale to the Mayoress.. she hisses as she gets back to her feet grateful that she's not spilled any of the Ale... Oh Jah! her voice calls now as she realises she's twisted an ankle that only now alerts her to its plight by collapsing under her slight weight, This is not happening!

Only it is and she is again plunging forward....

Grabbing the banister as that looms into sight with her left hand, her right just managing to keep the Ale in the Mug, Shirnova manages to regain her footing and sigh. Blowing it out in relief Shirinova gingerly puts her weight on her on her twisted ankle and frowns as she feels no pain now. Shaking her head, she moves carefully forward slowly hoping for no more accidents as she watches both Ale and where she's going...

Walking around past the Reception Area, heading for the stairs leading down to the bar area, Shirinova swallows hard hoping that she doesn't trip on any of them... which of course she does. Miss-stepping the first, completely missing the second, catching the third but not enough to halt her progress, Shiri cries out, oh oh oh ohhhhhwoooow! as she all but runs down the last of them and into the bar proper stumbling for balance - the Mug of Ale moving wildly about in the air as her arms try to aid her in her recovery of balance!! Oh Jah!! she calls out as she gets ever nearer the fire, Oh no!!! and reaching out her free hand, eyes wide, she manages to halt her crash fall into the fire and push off and come to a complete stop in the process....

Ahhh, she sighs in relief and smiles easily as if nothing is amiss.

Looking at the Mug, seeing that despite all her best efforts to empty it that it remains full, shrugging casually, Shiri takes the Ale over to Mayoress Mousie saying, Your Ale, My Lady, compliments of the Owner with a smile...
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Hy arrives in time to help Mo with the barrels, carefully helping to unload them and to stock them after giving Mo a sound hug.
Hy then goes in and Hugs Shiri and Mousie, handing over to Mousie the town hall money from the wood sale he brought back with him.
Hy looks around and realizes he must have left Zulah in Lewes, In the tavern of all places... He hopes she is not upset with him. He has found he is quite fond of being around her and misses her dearly already. He think she might be along right after him so he sits in the tavern sipping the tea and waiting.
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Mousie sit back down looking at the paper work, she sipped her ale, She looking at the figures. She heard Hy coming in but didn't see Zulah. Mousie stood up knowing Hy would want a hug. She hugged him back. Welcome back home Hy. As he handed her the money, Mousie was relieved from that. Thank you Hy. Do I owe you anything? Mousie sit back down downing her ale once again. She held her mug up and it was filled once more. Mousie wrote figures down and shook her head. She decided that was enough for a while.

Mousie looked up as she was putting the documents in her pouch. So, that is Why she wasn't with him when he first came in, she thought to herself. Mousie giggled then shook her head. She got up hugged Zulah, and pardoned herself.

I need to get these documents to the office and the money over as well. Welcome home you too. Mousie giggled, Zulah don't be to hard on him. You know how these men are with one track mind. I assure you he was thinking about getting the money back to the town. With that Mousie went down stairs put on her cloak and went outside. hmmm, Did it snow the whole time I was in there? This morning it was somewhat warm. I guess no lunch at the river today,talking out loud to no one at all. Mousie covered up after she jumped on horse. She kicked the horse in the side with her heel, to let her know she was ready to go.

Watching the discourse happening around her as she sits resting, Shiri smiles softly. And as often it does, her mind begins to wander....

Sevenoaks is a nice town, has nice people. And here in the Foxy Tigress are those who are amongst the nicest.

Zulah, like an Aunt to Shiri, was one of the first she met when she first arrived in Sevenoaks - well almost. Took Shiri quite a while to finally get up the nerve to go into the Tavern. But once she did, well there was no stopping Shiri - esp once she found out about the Forums....

Mousie, like a sister of sorts now. Yes Mousie has her moments, her problems, her dramas, but Mousie is a constant and a very dear friend...

Hydra, the one she met one night and chatted too. So long in the shadows, Shiri managed to talk him back into the light. Honourary Brother now, Hy too is a constant and dearly beloved friend. His pranks upon her while a bit embarrassing, are what brothers do to sisters. And you better just pray that I don't start pranking you back...

Ed, The Bard... Man of songs, tales, a harpist and gentle friend... What will you be I wonder once you spread your wings.... Time will answer that me thinks....

Myles, you have only just begun and I hope you keep coming here... You have so much energy my friend...

And to our guests thus far, I thank you....

And Morrandir... My Mo... What can I say to he who is my Love? You have come far and still you amaze me... To think that I met you one night and you asked of me the impossible, to make you some gold. Instead I made you a flower of gold and you kept it... I hope this not embarrasses you, but....

Oh my, Shirinova says softly as she realises the others looking at her, Did I say all that aloud?
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Turning every shade of red, Zulah looks from the serious eyes of the kneeling Hydrarider, to the smiling eyes of her friends around the tavern.

" Get up kind sir! I believe you, and if the truth be told, I seem to find myself in the same perdicament. You hold my heart as well but sometimes I'm afraid of being played the fool....but your eyes do not lie. I would be honoured to dance and sing and travel in your company . It has all been so much fun and has happened so fast that sometimes I can't believe I'm not dreaming........"

Standing, she grabs his hands and pulls him to his feet, giving him a big hug with the Foxy Tigress patrons all cheering in the background!

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Zulah smiles happily as she proudly displays the beautiful ring that Hy has given her....a promise ring, he said.

It was good to see that her friends Shiri and Mo were happy for them. Life was good and happiness seemed in reach once again. It was truly a Blessed Christomas for her.

How thoughtful Hy was...always seeming to know what she was even thinking!
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Trying to wipe the tears welling up in her eyes as the emotion of Hy's words and the vision of the Zulah's ring hit home, Shirinova turns as more well up and her throat catchs tightly and tries to act as if she's merely stirring the stew heating by the fire...

Bowing her head, her mind numb with humility, She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as she thinks how lucky she is.... Looking about for Mo, wondering what he made of all the nice words... The Ring....
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Hy enjoyed hearing the music played for him and his love. At the music with Zulah in his arms he surely must be in heaven. At the last "..., Hope you two will be blessed by Jah in upcoming days."
Hy Looks at the beautiful Lady Zulah and heart pounding in his chest so hard he thinks it could bust his shirt, he smiles at Myles "Yes, Jah blesses me each day I get to see my darling's lovely face, the beautiful curves of her body, and even more each time I heard her wonderful voice."
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Hy in the presence of many tavern folks gets back down on a knee and looking up at the fair maiden Lady Zulah
"Will you marry me, my love?"
Hy smiles as his love tells him yes. He pulls out the ring he has for just such a case.

He slides it on to her finger.
And grins as she shows everyone..
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Staggered by Hydra's revelation, Myles soon gave a clap offering for the two as they smiled and stared at each other.

Congratulations Hydra and Zulah!
I wish you guys have a prosperous marriage.

Smiling, he then trotted to Shir, and walked back out with a dozen of ale. After distributing the round to the tavern dwellers,
Myles then stood near the couple and said to them, smiling, So, when and where's the honeymoon!?

Hy sits back down and pulls his lady love into his lap making sure not to spill her drink or his.
Hy is so happy that she has accepted his proposal he feels like he is in heaven.
"I am so glad your here with me darling! I will get a messenger to announce the joyful news so all can see it."
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"Yes, we do need to make plans, wine in front of the fireplace with you sounds good.
of course anywhere with you sounds good, I know your good company in church.
I think we said we would try to get Father Faheud to do the service for us, right?"


Hy takes her hand as they head out for her house to make the plans.
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Clyppie entered the tavern and she was glad to see a familiar face. She saw Shiri, and the two women talked about lots of things. In the course of the conversation, Clyppie realized something. She noticed that one event in the Fall Festival was not officially ended. In haste, she quickly made a tally of the winners of the Log-Jump contest.

Then, Clyppie quickly rushed to the market and bought the prize: one piece of meat. She returned to the tavern and talked some more to Shiri. She made a private deal with Shiri regarding the prize, mailed Mayor Mousie about it, then left the prize to Shiri.

She looked for a parchment and started writing:

She sealed the parchment and left it in a secured place in the tavern where Morrandir will surely see it.

And she returned to drink more water since the water here in Sevenoaks is safer than the one in Arundel, since Arundel water makes one pregnant.

Lauda and Darrion arrived at the Foxy Tigress after a trip around Sussex. A slipping shadow teased the corner of Lauda's eye, but she shrugged it off to tiredness and strain, and entered, hoping to see her Sevenoaks friends. There was no sign of Shiri, and Morrandir dozed by the fire, not rousing even when Mousie came in.

The three conscious ones shared a few drinks and a catchup chat, before Lauda and Darrion headed to the upstairs rooms, Lauda still a bit pinkcheeked. She hoped anyone she saw would put it down to the heat of the fire in the main room, and not to the slip she'd made about Darrion's snoring. It couldn't be a blush, because, of course, Lauda never blushes!
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Riding Mick back into the Town, thankful that it is really late, that no one is around, Shiri guides him back to the pond at the rear of the Foxy Tigress and sighs heavily. Has been a long ride and not without incident - but Mick seems contented as he patiently waits for her to remove the bridle and saddle.

A short while on and she watches as the Hydra moves off toward his waterly home before she heads for her Shack in the Forest....

[b]Zulah hastily ties Marquis to the post outsie the Foxy Tigress and hurries in to find Morrandir.



"Mo, Mo come on man, wake up!"

She shakes him roughly, trying to wake him.

"Come on Mo, Shiri is missing in the storm out there. Come, let's try to find her! Hy is at the shack lighting torches and a bonfire..."
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"Good idea Mpousie! I'm so glad to see you..We need to get Mo moving and go out and look for Shiri...she's missing. Hy is back at the shack lightinh torches so she can see through this storm to get home! I'll get the water. I hope he will be sober enough to ride..."
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"Good idea Mpousie! I'm so glad to see you..We need to get Mo moving and go out and look for Shiri...she's missing. Hy is back at the shack lightinh torches so she can see through this storm to get home! I'll get the water. I hope he will be sober enough to ride..."
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Come on Zulah let's get back to Shiri shack. We will leave a note under Mo, he will see it. Mousie got her cloak and put it on. She handed Zulah her cloak as well. Together they walked out, Mousie noticed something far off toward the Shiri Shack.

Come on Zulah something is wrong, there is smoke in Shiri direction. We need to hurry and get over there. Mousie jumped on her horse waiting for Zulah. The snow was falling and it was freezing. Mousie didn't care she was more scared then being cold. She hoped that it wasn't Shiri place. All she could think about is that Hy and Shiri servant being there.

Hurry Zulah we need to get over there and see where that smoke is coming from.

Mousie kick the horse in the side with her heel. The horse ran as fast as it could, in the direction of the smoke.

Ederick tierd from streching himself so thin walks into the Foxy Tigress. After long days of traveling back and forth to Canter too fish... coming back to do his duty with the malitia... he still finds a bit of time to work his feilds.

Seeing that his sleeping stool is still in the corner by the fire he unraps his wool skin and produces his prize posetion. His Harp, siting down and resting it on his shoulder He starts to play an old familure song but passes out almost as fast.

looks up at the sign and smiles a little... Interesting name...

Making his way inside, immediately smelling dust and human odour, Laike dismisses those as he concentrates on finding what he's after...

Before the hour is over he has been to every room, searched every nook and cranny and found out all he can here....

Once vibrant, the place is falling into disuse thanks to an Owner who is lazy and uncaring and a Barmaid who is off gallivanting around the countryside painting church steeples pink with a near-do-well drunken female associate! Women these days! Then again with a Priest in Retreat, who can blame them? Surely not him. More though, She is the one he is after, of that he is most certain...

Leaving the Tavern, its fate now uncertain, Laike rides round the back of the building and quickly reins in his mount as he sees a Hydra standing in a pond... or is it? To the untrained eye it looks like a tree. An Oak. Plus his steed is nervous of it... wants to flee this place...

Curbing it as it turns to do just that, glancing back over his shoulder, seeing the Hydra moving, Laike gives his steed its head and nudges it into a gallop....

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Hy wanders in to the tavern tired and thirsty, he goes to the bar drops some money in the pot for the owner and serves himself a bottle and goes to the chair he has used so much, sits down and considers the events of the day.
He leans up as he senses the presence of a newcomer to the tavern.
He watches for this new one to come out so he can welcome him to SevenOaks.
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Well met, I am not dead yet so I therefore am here... How do you do today?
I see your new in town, anything I can do to help you?
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Hy ponders for a bit and reaches out with his thoughts to remember who he might be talking about, and one that is related to me?

Hy thinks and the more he thinks... could it be Shiri? He seems to have a bond beyond the norm with her but not as a couple would have, but different.


"the only one I can think of that may fit your description.. is Shirinova, she is the bartender here, when she is around.. She and I are more like in some ways.. Could it be?"

"I uhhh, uhhh, I have not heard his name in along time.."
Tears come to his eyes,
"as far as I know he has died years ago.
I am as far as I know the last of his spawn.
I am HydraRider Markov, My mother wished for me to be the 5th but I am not.
as far as I know all that is left of the great Markov Family
Is my distant Cousin Zint Markov, and myself."
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"Well as her house has burnt, along with some of my clothes hide and hair... and some witch? She could be at the castle, or at the bamboo guest house, as both were made available to her, I have been trying to get things ready for a wedding and been to a funeral I have no idea who we buried, and am now in council and ... what a minute why the heck am I blathering like a senseless old fool. I guess the wine has aged longer than I had thought, or I drank more than I thought.."
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Entering the Tavern after stabling Dusty and leaving Renki to care for him, Shirinova looks around and shakes her head. The place really needs to be tidied up, dusted....

Going to the long dead fire, looking in the cooking pot, almost fainting at the odour coming from it, Shiri reels and blinks several times. Waving air past her nose, she lifts the pot and goes out to the kitchen - fast....

An hour later and with the fire blazing warmly, a fresh meal cooking, Shiri looks around the rest of the Bar and smiles. Her hard work has the place looking just right and ready for patrons. Now all that's needed is some flowers and the place will be perfect.

Only its starting to get dark...

Lighting some candles, picking one up, Shiri heads out to find some flowers....



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Zint looking much like Hy wanders in He wonders if he is early yet... He sees Shiri at the bar looking at some flowers, He sees Hy sitting there drinking herb tea..
He sits in the upper area in the darkest corner where he is quiet and well hidden.

Entering with head bowed, wiping his feet then looking up to see a beautiful woman, head cocked in curiosity as she looks at him, Franklin says, Good day to you my Good woman. I seek a room for a day or two. And a meal too that I may warm me insides up a little, as he approaches her smoothly. Seeing her smile at him, almost melting inside, Franklin then reaches out and takes the Woman's hand and kisses the back of it adding, And may I say My Dear, thee be a sight for sore eyes. Hearing her giggle softly, letting go her hand and seeing her look, Franklin says, Oh of course. Name... silly me. Franklin Mint at Your service My Lady. And watching as she writes it down for him in the Register he frowns noting aloud, A Woman of letters. I trust thee can read as well? he asks. Seeing her nod in the affirmative, her look somewhat annoyed at the questioned posed by him, Franklin then smiles sweetly saying, I am sorry My Dear. No offence meant. Just an old man with old ideas. Now that room if you will...

Following the young Woman down to the Bar proper, feeling the heat of the fire blazing in the hearth almost instantly, Franklin then takes a seat at the table and is soon eating a meal served him by the Woman.

Eating it slowly, looking about the place as he does so, taking his time, he smiles as the Woman brings him an Ale. Soon enough though he finishes the delicious beef stew and watches as the Woman takes his plate and empty mug. Smiling as she refills it, brings it back to him Franklin leans into her to say in a low voice, Afore ye go, I know who thee be. And smiling, dropping the olde talk he says, You be the Lady Shirinova. I saw it written next to my entry on the Register page. And you. he inclines his head to the man at the next table, Ye must be Sir Markov. Fact is I need to speak to thee both. Care to join us? he asks him as he points the woman to the seat next to his....

Smiling at the pair for a moment as he withdraws a sheaf of papers from his bag, Franklin says, Right. As he turns to Shirinova, This is mainly about you. Looking again at his papers he reads, Father, one, William, Hydrarider Markov. Mother, Ruth wolf. This pair had a liaison whereupon soon after... Um Ruth was the daughter of a Jewish Merchant by the way. Clearing his throat he resumes with, whereupon soon aft... ah yes, she was put into the service of the Nova family. There was a rather nasty occurrence between her and the Head of said Nova family, and as a result of that – but more likely of the liaison with the Markov fellow, Ruth bore a daughter – you Miss Shirinova, but died birthing you. He looks at her and smiles softly as the woman sits in apparent shock. Clearing his throat again, Franklin says, Now seems the daughter, you miss Shirinova, were accepted into the Nova family. Perhaps to be wed off to some wealthy Count or something. He tries to joke. A jest that is utterly lost on the woman though causing him to say, Well yes, not so nice. Oh and your proper name was Elizabeth Shiri Nova. Your Mother’s choice shortly before she died. The Novas though called you Lilly or Shiri. He grins. But seeing her frown, Franklin resumes saying matter-of-factly, Anyway the Novas having five sons, were seen as potential threats by another Family and a plot was hatched to “get rid of” the Nova family – which occurred shortly before you were five. Inn fire, tragic. And it seems you were spared only to be sold into a travelling Caravan by one of the conspirators....

he turns his papers quickly to keep going...

Oh yes. That life too came to a somewhat nasty end when the Caravan was attack and the people killed. After that not much is known until you turn up in the care of my Brother who found you near death on the outskirts of a small town, wretched and near death. Benjamin, my elder brother, now dead, being the kind soul that he is, brought you to where we live and we cared for you as one of our own. Only you were not fully one of us, Lady Shirinova. Despite all our best efforts, you fled and we had to track you down... his words tail off slowly. Taking a deep breath he says, Suffice to say that you are a part of our kind thanks to William Markov and therefore had to be found. For you see Lady Shirinova, you are his Sister by blood. And seeing her look, it go to the Other, he smiles saying, That is right. You two are related. Despite having your adopted family’s surname which somehow became your full first name – probably thanks to your being young and the gypsies thinking Shiri Nova was just one complete name, you are of the Wolf family line. A line that is related to that of the Markov line. He states mysteriously as the woman stares at him somewhat blankly, You could of course take Markov as a surname. he suggests lightly as he puts his papers away, Tis up to you.

Turning to the Man, Franklin says, I have the distinct feeling that none of this comes as any surprise to you, Sir. That you suspected as much perhaps from the start. Needless to say there are not many of your name about now. Indeed, you are blessed to have Shiri as part of your family now – if she accepts that is. Glancing at the young woman, seeing her face and the mixed emotions crossing it, he returns his gaze to Markov saying, she will need time to come to terms with this news, In a knowing tone, is her way. Believe me I know her well enough to know this to be true. I will stay on a few days, He decides now as he reaches for his ale, keep an eye on the pair of you in case you have questions of me. In the meantime, think about this information I have imparted ye. Mull it over some. Ah there is one thing though, a Zint Markov, he begins a new as that name comes to him, an older Brother I believe. He too has to be informed that he has a Sister... er, half Sister. Well a relative at any rate. Would either of you have any idea of his whereabouts? He asks. And seeing both frown he adds, Seems that William Markov, being a Gypsy, got around a fair bit ay. with an impish grin and knowing wink.

I look up at Zint, I wonder where he had come from and how long he had been there, he was one to turn up like a bad pence. What? I thought you were my cousin, but I guess that does explain why we look alike.
I look at Shiri, I felt a kinship with you from the very first... I didn't know you were my flesh and blood.
I break down in tears as I have family, I thought all were gone. the pain of the years.
I look in wonder at Franklin, and what other news do yee have?


Hy Simply in love with Zulah!

Hi Love, I have just been informed that my father had more children than I knew about, and Shiri is my half sister from dads frolicking, I knew she seemed like a cousin or something. Thank you for the drink my love. It is good to see you here today.
I raise my mug to my wife to be.


Simply in love with the most wonderful lady, Lady Zulah!

Zulah. mouth agape. is thouroughly astonished at the ramblings of this loquacious rambling elder.
Looking to Hy, she whispers:



"What on earth is he talking about? Do we need to be concerned for Shiri's safety?"
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Enters after they're long absence and sets up Ales for she and the others in the Caravan then frowns as she sees Franklin heading furtively up to his room.... Turning as the others come into the bar she smiles saying, First round is on the House, as she wonders where Morrandir is.....
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Looking at the second diary he has found within the package, this one written in a cryptic code, Franklin muses that he will need to work long and hard to decipher it. The first, by the Mother of Rachel is in plain language, but this second, a very different matter entirely. Hearing footfalls coming, the door behind him opening, Sir Hydra, the very much worse the wear from drinking enter and all but force him off the bed, from the room, Franklin snatches up his bag and whatever else he can and leaves to find another room....

Minutes later he is cursing...

In his haste to leave the room to the drunken Shepherd, he has left behind the diary of the Mother!

Slapping a hand to forehead hard, almost dazing himself in the process, Franklin sighs heavily..... he has failed... – or has he?

Rummaging through his bag, finding the rest of the package, he sighs. Not all is lost. Then seeing another letter, he opens it and again frowns. Not another relative... he says in a despairing sigh of one who has spent far too much time on a task already..... Then seeing the glint of steel, his frown deepens...

Rachel had packed just what she needed for a short trip, leaving the rest of her meagre belongings in her room. She tiptoed across the hall and down the stairs, hoping not to disturb people with her early morning departure.
It was strange to think that she felt she was leaving home; she paused at the door, before gathering her resolve and stepping out into the yard where the other wagon should stand prepared.

Hy, seeing the wagon starting to move, realizes it is his Sister Rachel. He hurries out side to see her off.
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After slaughtering pigs all day for the Mayor, Salinah makes her way to the Foxy Tigress for a bite to eat.

On her way into the doorway, she almost knocks Franklin down, who looks distracted and truly distressed.

What is the trouble Sir Franklin? She asks him, concerned. Is everything alright?

Salinah was taken aback at the mention of a diary. The mere mention of her mother recalled feelings of distress she and Ysabella have been dealing with for years since her death. She wondered what dear Franklin could be talking about?

A diary? What diary are you speaking of? She asks rather surprisedly. The only thing we have of our mother's, is an old wooden jewelry box. But there was nothing of value inside it, save for a few trinkets and things. Our family didn't have much.

Looking at Franklin's strained expression, Salinah became concerned that something was not quite right. How would he know about her mother? Why would he be asking if they had anything in their possession that belonged to her?

At the mention of the Jewellery box Franklin's brows rise ever so slightly and his heart quickens....

Clearing his throat as gently as he can, he says, Ah never mind the Diary, Dear Child, tis in a language most obscure and therefore hard to.... his words trail off.. Um a jewellery box you say. he starts anew trying hard to curb his excitement, Might I take a look at it?

Ysabella, after working in her sister Lina's veggie field, decided to take a break to eat and drink. She stops at The Foxy Tigress and surprisingly finds it's doors locked and decides to go to The Laughing Dutchess. She finds her good friends, Darleen, Sugarbear, and Ringgenie, in there, laughing and talking so she decides to grab a bite there. What a lovely and fun atmosphere! I could really use some cheering up! she thinks to herself, pleased she can improve her mood whilst fueling her body for the work remaining for the day! Soonafter, Lina enters The Laughing Dutchess and informs Ysabella of Franklin's inquiry. Ysabella listens attentively and wonders to herself seems like I packed some old stuff up with my OWN things when we moved....WAIT! I think I have our mother, Emilia's, jewelry box, in my things back at Lina's house! Ysabella tells Lina this and assures her that she will get the box to Franklin as soon as she can, hoping that maybe there is SOME indication as to the girls' role in this Markov family lineage....

Ysabella runs out of The Laughing Dutchess and over to The Foxy Tigress and finds the doors now unlocked! Elated and relieved, she sees Franklin sitting at the bar and places the empty jewelry box in his hands. Ysabella turns to Franklin and says My sister and I appreciate all the help you've given us, Franklin! Now, this jewelry box is verrry old. I noticed that there's a flimsy backing on the inside, but I've always tried to keep it tacked with old dried sorghum syrup. I really hope that you'll be able to tell us something about all of this...

Entering the Foxy Tigress to retrieve her belongings and seeing the Mayor and Owner of the Tavern seated at a table, he beckoning her over, Shiri goes to him and within minutes leaves the bar area for her room. A Trade Mission. Shouting down to Renki from her room window, telling him to ready the Caravan, she goes to pack her bags....

About to leave the Tavern soon after, seeing her Brother, Hydra, hearing him tell her that he and Zulah are off to Arundel, She nods telling him she will join them, that she too has reason to travel. Seeing him nod, she continues on her way. She needs tell Rachel.....
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Arrives back in Sevenoaks none the worst for wear and makes her way to the Foxy Tigress and takes a seat and chats with Family as they pile in....

As time goes on and others arrive the conversation turns to that of travel and of good times - until Shiri looks at the barmaid's stool, to Mo, and back to the stool again.... And then comes the answer she least expected.... That Aliciaanne, in order to keep her around, has been made the bartender - of both the Foxy Tigress and the 7th Oak......

For a long time there is utter silence as the news sinks in... For Shiri there is only utter devastation and shock, astonishment and bewilderment that all she has worked for, all she has loved, has slowly and finally, been removed from her leaving her feeling utterly and completely - gutted. With the job of Bar Maid of the Foxy Tigress stripped from her, removed and given to another, without so much as a Mail or warning, Morrandir has done to her the worst of things, taken from her, her baby, her home, that which SHE made great....

Looking down at her boots, numb with sorrow and grief, Shirinova makes the only decision she can, she gets to her feet and quietly leaves the Foxy Tigress...

Going out to her wagon she gets into the driver's seat and slaps Dusty into a trot and heads out of the Courtyard without a word and heads for the Forest, her mind too numb to even think beyond the horse's head which she barely even sees for tears....
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Taking her place on the wagon, her thoughts on her money woes, Shirinova bids Renki to get then moving...

Waving to Bro as they pass the front of the Tavern soon after, she sighs and starts to relax....
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Drives her wagon like a demon from Canterbury to Sevenoaks and halts it outside the Foxy tigress and races her Sister into the bar.... and loses - again!!

Slightly annoyed but too happy to be home to be in a bad mood for long, Shiri is soon enjoying the company of friends and the fact that the tavern is open in her home Town

Not even getting beer bombed by Zredeal three times can dampen her mood. She's just happy to be home!!!!
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Watching as the pair run off into the Foxy Tigress, sneaking into the Lady Shirinova's Wagon, retrieving what he had secreted there earlier, a pouch and small parcel, Franklin then heads for the Stables - and while Renki is busy with mucking out the stalls, he heads for the loft are where the rest of what he has secreted awaits him....

Some minutes later, and sneaking back out of the Stables, Franklin goes quickly to his room to assemble what he needs for his next Mission....

An hour later and all packed, and hearing the Lady Shirinova issuing orders to ready the caravan for another journey to Arundel, he smiles and nods thinking, All coming together nicely. One more clue and I will be able to finally reveal something most interesting to the Markovs. But for now, tis to Arundel I need to go....

Stowing her bags and meagre trading supplies, Shiri climbs up onto the wagon and clicks her tongue for Dusty to move out....
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Sees the Newcomer and soon finds him to be amiable and starts to fill him in on things Sevenoaks along with her Sister, Rachel and her "friend" Wavy....

Soon all are chatting and getting to know each other as Shiri starts to prepare the evening meals...
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Hy meets Fares briefly and welcomes him to town, glad to see another person coming into the tavern.
Well met Fares. good to meet you.
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Husband of the wonderful and beautiful Lady Zulah B. Markov, The Baroness of Southwick. Hy Baron of Dartford

Arriving in Sevenoaks, weary from the journey, Shirinova enters the Foxy Tigress to find her Brother, Hydra, Fares, Rachel, Nahren, Elliejune and Nolman already seated... Greeting them all with hugs, she then kisses Fares and sighs happily.... She is home....
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6xMayor of Sevenoaks, 5x Sussex Councillor, Full time Mentor,3X Mayor of Hastings, Sussex

Violajade was meandering, pondering the world, as she often did during her "in between" hours. On this particular day she walked with a song on her heart. The days were not so bleak now, as they had been when she first came to SevenOaks. As she meandered, she listened to people in the street. The world was buzzing with gossip. "Shiri is back!", she heard one woman say. Viola immediately spun about, heading in the direction of the Tavern. After returning from a journey they were sure to be there. Her mind began racing...she couldn't wait to hear all the tales of the road and news from abroad. As she got closer she heard a commotion of people laughing and talking. She hurried her steps and was quickly through the heavy tavern door...



"Hello Everyone!" she sang as she burst in on the sea of smiling faces. "Welcome back! How were your travels this time?"

Several people began responding at once, and Viola grinned, listening intently, and began drifting towards the bar...

Sighing heavily as she looks around the bar.... Shirinova thinks back to the happy times.... sad times... bad times....

She remembers that first night, how nervous she and Morrandir were, how much depended on her approval, his acceptance, their co-operation....

Nodding, remember that night, smiling, she then lowers her head and swallows hard.... It just fell apart... he got lazy, She tried too hard.... they drifted apart.... it ended in a blaze of his anger leaving her..... Don't say it...her words echo hollowly....

Giving the place one last dusting, one last caring clean, Shirinova again sighs and silently wishes the Foxy Tigress well......

She will still think of this as her home, as partly hers, but, she will never again know the fun she had. Hell if Mo haf no interest in coming here then why the hell should she?

Looking around one last time, picking up her bags, the Lady Shirinova Markov, Baroness of Knepp heads outside and into the dark of the rainy night and heads for the waiting Caravan......
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Joy oh Joy thought Miffle as she recognised the back of her very valued friend. Without a second thought she leaped from the back of Merlin (who careered off down the lane)and shot into the tavern to hug Mor and hear all the news.

Walking back after a long working day to have a drink or two.. He was feeling so cold and was trembling.. Just thinking of one thing.. When will I get to the FT.. and meet friends to talk to and have fun with..

He arrives at the Foxy Tigress's door.. and enters seeing everyone he smiles and waved to them all

Hearing his love's voice suddenly brings a wide grin on Mor's face. "Hello beautiful, did you find my study? Had a nap?"

Going to Cynth, he wraps her in a shawl to keep her warm and kisses her cheek softly. "Take a seat, catch up with Miff for a while and I'll be right with you two with some hot tea."

Noticing Fares enter, Mor gets another cup for him as well, some extra ale tankards, a pitcher full of ale and somehow manages to bring it all to their table in one go.
"Ha! I still got it," he smirks and takes a seat. "Cheers, friends!"
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Weary from the days work, and wretched news, Viola stumbled back into the Foxy Tigress. She felt a twinge of guilt for not stopping in at the Seventh Oak, but her friends were here, so she stumbled on.

She grinned a chesire cat grin as she noticed the people relaxing and enjoying themselves. "Hello Fares!" She said hugging him, beginning her sweep around the room. "It feels like forever since I've seen you!" She wondered if she felt the same twinge of sadness that she did. She shook this thought off and noticed another face, "Hello Miffle," she said, and smiled warmly. "Its good too see you." She turned and faced Mo and Cynth, "Hello again dear friends" She settled into a cushioned seat near a window. "A round of Ale for everyone Mo!" she exclaimed.
"Glad to see you both back" she said to Mo and Cynth, and then she turned her attention to Miffle and Fares..."How are you both doing? It's been so long since I've seen you!"

Salinah enters the Foxy Tigress just as the Mayor was buying a round of ale for everyone. She perked up because she needed that drink very much, hoping it would boost her mood.

She undid her cloak and hung it on a nearby hook. Grabbing a chair at the table with Fares, Cynth and her new friend, Miffle, Salinah greeted both ladies warmly, and she lightly chatted with Miffle about her recent visit to the Manor.

As the yellow-orange flames flickered off the fireplace casting a beautiful glow around the room, Salinah looked over at Cynth and said, I have to agree with Miffle...Cynth, you're looking absolutely radiant.

Salinah then waved at Fares, whom she hadn't seen in awhile, and smiled at the lovely ViolaJade, catching her eye as she sat over by the window, Salinah raised her mug to thank her for it.

Mo, the place looks great! Cheers!

Salinah swallows some ale and nods her agreement that the spacious seating arrangement has allowed for more patrons to sit comfortably.

She chuckled softly. The hubby is working hard at the mines office today. It's possible he may meet up with me here, later. Leaning in to Mo to share a whisper. I sometimes take a break from working the mines, to come to the taverns for a quick drink and some fellowship, seeing as how I'm the wife of the Mines Superintendent, I can get away with that sometimes...not all the time. She winked and smiled.

This is exactly how life should work there is such happy love here thought Miffle before snuggling down in the corner to listen to the others chatter. She did smile to herself remembering an autumn afternoon under a Spanish chestnut tree covered only her lover not that long before she arrived in Sevenoaks. How surprised they would be was her last thought before she slipped into a contented doze.

Runs into The Foxy Inn with a smile. Thinking of every secound of all the fun of this party Kris is throwing.


He shouts as soon as he gets to the nearest seat "PARTY"

Cynth had just started feeling sorry for stomping on Morr's toes when she is startled by a shout of PARTY!

She first notices Princeb followed by Krissy..who strangely tripped and fell flat infront of Salinah's feet. Cynth smirks and was about to make a comment when Fry joins them. She looked concerned at the wince on his face and notices the splinter on his thumb.

Cynth looks at Morr and then at Salinah hoping either one of them would know how to help Fry.

It wasn't long before another entrance takes her attention. The vivacious Ara had entered the tavern and something fluffy was peeking through pocket.

Ara! she rushes and hugs her "We have been drinking free ale! which the mayoress and the tavern owner had kindly provided to us!"

"Now Krissy here...I think he is just kissing his wife's feet" Cynth whispers to Ara with a impish grin on her face.

She goes on to introduce everyone to each other and looks at Morr smiling. "Honey..you need a barmaid....and lots of Ale!!! and perhaps a croc who could take the splinter off Fry's thumb...hmm.."
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Thank you Haylen for the banner || Que Sera Sera

Mor was enjoying the rather quiet tavern, when suddenly a rowdy youngster comes through the door screaming something about a party.

Frowning for a moment, Mor thought about retreating to the same calm place where Miff seemed to be, but decided against it and instead served the young man a non-alcoholic beverage. "Does your mother know you are here, Prince?" With a friendly grin on his face, Mor passed a glass of apple cider to him.

Just as he was about to ruffle Prince's hair all out of shape, the Sussex Mines Superintendent entered the tavern and took a wee tumble. Watching Kris recover quickly, Mor went to him with something to drink. "My friend, usually my policy is that, if you are old enough to marry, you are old enough to drink in my tavern. However, by the looks of your less than graceful entrance, I must use my better judgement and serve you... this." Mor placed a glass of the very same apple cider in front of Kris as he had just served to Prince. "Enjoy." Mor patted Kris on the shoulder and chuckling softly welcomed Araluenne with a warm hug. "A drink perhaps, milady?"

Mor was about to ask about her pie, when Fry makes his more tranquil entrance. Noticing the man carefully inspecting his finger for some reason, Mor waves back at him. "I think you're right, honey," he exclaimed to Cynth, as he yet again made his way to the bar to get more ale, "I do need a barmaid."

Coming back to the table, and seeing Fry had solved the issue with his finger on his own, Mor shoves a drink in the man's hand. "That should take your mind off your thumb, salud!!"

Hearing another female voice behind him, Mor turns to see Avatea asking about rounds. "Ha! Don't listen to Fry, we've had quite a few actually! You wouldn't be interested in carrying the ales to the table for me, would you Avatea? Barmaids spot seems to have been left vacant, at least temporarily."

Shaking his head in amusement at Prince's enthusiasm, Mor sets ales on the table for everyone else as well.

Finally taking a seat next to Cynth again, he snuggles in and sips his own ale quietly.
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Araluenne hugs Morrandir back. He looked suspiciously like someone who had been woken up abruptly. Placing the pie in his hands, she says "How about ten drinks instead?" with a twinkle in her eye. Grabbing a drink from the counter, she perches on a stool, swinging her legs rather happily as she took a long swig from her mug.
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Looks at the Cider Mo set in front of him and then looks up at Mo.

"You have to be kidding me mate. I bought ale and I want to drink."

Looks at the Cider then look at Mo again.

"And don't you touch my hair."

Cynth stood still as she looked up to his face...her eyes had closed when he had slipped the keys in her pocket... When he started speaking she bites her lips to keep from crying out...she could not however stop a wayward tear from escaping her eyes...She tried blinking them away..to try...to not let him see how much his words had touched her.

When he places his finger on her lips, she comes undone...Barely were the words out of his mouth that she reaches for him. Breathing choppily she buries her face in his chest and tries to calm down. "I love you.." She repeats those three words again and again like a litany as if to convince him. As if she wanted him to remember her every minute, that she was away. His arms around her, his fingers rubbing her back soon soothed her. She could have sworn she heard him whisper in her ears for all the times she had vowed her love to him..."Love you too"

She looks up at him and touches his face before tenderly kissing his lips. "Soon" was the only coherent word she could utter...but she was sure he understood.

She turned him towards the Inn and nudges him...."Go..before you have a crazy sobbing woman on your hands once more.." She hugged him from behind once more and draws back a step as he very slowly makes his way back. She was thankful he didn't look back. She couldn't have made it through the door if he had... She sighs softly looking at her love, and leaves the Foxy Tigress. He was in her heart. He was her heart.
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Without looking back, Mor wanders down the stairs back to the bar floor. His mind in a haze after the emotional departure of his lady, he sits down heavily and drinks deeply from the tankard he had left on the bar.

Right now the crowded tavern was too much for him. He needed air and he needed to think. Finishing the last of his ale and grabbing a few extra bottles along, Mor went over to Ava and whispered to her. "I... need to to go out for a while, but I will be back." Mor gave her a reassuring nod and hoped she did not mind too much. In any case, he knew pretty much everyone in town and they were all free to come and go as they pleased as far as the tavern was concerned. The tavern would be in good hands and the patrons happy as long as the ale didn't run out...

Going behind the bar, Mor placed the bottles in his travel bag, swung it on his shoulder and took his staff and bow. He figured a calming walk in the Sevenoaks Forest was what he needed now. Seeing everything was in order, he quietly slipped out the back and headed for the woods.
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walks in and looks around
nay sure who to ask
a drink is all she wants for the road
and the wind's new task

sits down wearing a frown
as if it be a crown
knows not why it be there
sits and stare
listening to the whispers of the air
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Serve with honor--Apprentice of Knights of Saint George--Dover TC & HM

Bells walks in and is happy to meet visitors from France: Rogue, Jen, and Antigone! After some nice conversation and drinks, the guests leave to pack for Canterbury and Bells, Ava, and Sara enjoy ladies night in the FT! Whew-hoo!

Shortly thereafter, Mo comes in and Bells and Sara get to play "dress-up" with him as they outfit him with pirate clothes. Aaargh! They all laugh and reminisce about their friend Cynth, hoping to see her soon, and drink some more...

Just as Bells feels her strength, intelligence, and charisma slipping, she decides it's time to head home and bids all a good night!

Entering the Foxy Tigress, for the first time in a long time, Zulah looks around and sees a lot of new faces milling about. The ale is flowing...

Off to the side she espies her dearest friend Shiri, who is looking quite weary.

" Greetings "Sis", Sorry I haven't been in. May I buy you an ale or two?
We must talk. ".
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Finding the door barred to her, Rachel creeps in through the cellar. She takes a seat beside her dearest sister. Places an arm around her, reassuring her that family is still so very close to her.
Looking around she sees that her sister has been cleaning...
Nice work sis, looks so much better
Grinning, she orders a round of ale, passing a glass to Zulah, then to Shiri.
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Baroness of Bexhill. Markov Family. Dover in her heart, though her home is no longer there.

Putting off his return to the tavern for as long as he could, Mor was finally standing at the bottom of those stone steps again. As to be expected, it was raining, but there was also a storm coming, Mor could feel it. Standing there, as he was quite sure the tavern had been neglected during his long stay in Hastings and Lewes, Mor found himself reluctant to enter. To his surprise, the windows still looked rather clean, as if someone had cleaned them not too long ago.

Ascending the steps to the door, Mor could see the run down state of the sign, which hung above the short archway to the door. "Foxy Tig ...", he tried to read the name but the end of it had already worn off. Due to the elements or because of some mischief, he could not say. Even one of the chains holding the heavy sign had broken off, causing it to hang crooked. He turned his gaze away from its sorry state.

At least the door still looked sturdy as Mor stopped and stood silently in front of it. Taking a deep breath and pressing his hand to its surface, as he had done countless times before, the man was almost convinced it would all but crumble under the pressure. Yet, the door held firm, no sign of ageing there. Pushing on the door harder it became evident that not all things had changed in his absence. "Still unyielding, eh... stubborn. How alike we are, you and I." Letting out his breath, a grin emerged on his lips. "Hope remains." With fortified determination, Mor took his key, unlocked the door and stepped into the dark.

As Mor was closing the door behind him, a strong gust of wind suddenly swung it shut with a loud bang. This was more than the single chain holding the sign outside could take and the whole thing came crashing down with a thunderous boom. Falling the distance of more than two grown men and striking the hard cobblestone street below was the killing blow to the already weakened sign. It cracked in half right down the middle, severing Foxy and Tigress for all time.

Opening the door again to calmly survey what exactly had happened, Mor sighed in relief. "And thus it ends," he spoke to himself, while kneeling down to pick up one of the splinters that had flown to the door from the force of the impact. Noticing a figure clad in all black pushing a wheelbarrow on the street, past the tavern, Mor calls out to the person. "Need firewood?!" The person stops, turns to Mor and simply gives a nod, or if the person did speak, Mor could not hear it over the driving rain. "Help yourself!", Mor shouted pointing at the two halves of the sign and went on to mumble to himself as he stood up and closed the door behind him once again, "I have little use for broken symbols of the past, long lost their meaning."

Pocketing the splinter, having a careful look around, things didn't seem as bad inside as he had thought. Leaning against the railing and taking a peek down at the bar floor below, Mor smiled as he could see all was in order and neatly in place. Then it suddenly dawned on him who he owed thanks for this delightful surprise and he yelped out his satisfaction in a single word. "Miffle!" She had once again saved his day.

My dear, thoughtful Miffle, I should have known I could depend on you, he thought while rushing down to the fireplace. He found it all clear of ash and wood already in place. Still grinning, Mor lit the tinder and in no time at all was enjoying the warmth of a crackling fire. Indeed everything was in order, Miffle had gone through some trouble to make sure of that and Mor felt truly grateful.

Making himself comfortable in front of the fireplace, with some ale in his tankard and cured meat on a platter, Mor started writing Miffle a message. She deserved thanks and he needed something from her as well. The Fortuitous Tale tavern, his home to be from now on, would need a new, mighty oaken sign and Miffle was the only person Mor would trust to craft it.

As he was penning the note, a small shadow emerged from under the bar side bed and fearlessly made its way to his right boot. Smiling down, Mor picked up his familiar tavern companion and gave the little critter a gentle caress. "Came to warm by the fire too, did you? Don't worry, I am home again and not leaving for a good long while." Placing his small companion on the table, Mor got up to fetch some cheese for her and soon came back with plenty. "Hope, an apt name," he muttered as he resumed writing and Hope squeaked quietly in response, with a huge lump of cheese between her front paws...
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Happily welcoming Miffle to the tavern with a warm hug, Mor went to the bar and soon brought more ale to the table and an extra tankard for his dear friend. Telling her his idea for a new name for the tavern, Miffle seemed to immediately get excited about the prospect of crafting the sign, something which helped put Mor's mind at ease over this whole turn of events.

Listening eagerly to Miffle describe what she had in mind for the sign, Mor couldn't help but get carried away with her and he felt like the change was indeed destined to be successful. Sharing a few additional ales, light chatter and laughs in the otherwise peaceful tavern was exactly what the man had missed of late.

Unfortunately, not all goes as one would like...

Hearing the clearing of a throat behind him, just as Miffle was explaining the intricate design she had in mind, Mor turned around to see one of his couriers had snuck up on them as they were discussing merrily. Mor was about to ask the man to join them for a pint, but the man had an uneasy look about him and was holding a sealed letter in his slightly shaking hand. Getting up, as he recognised the man was not one of his usual Sussex based hirelings, Mor's thoughts immediately went to his wandering beloved and he spoke a single word, "Trouble?"

As if judgement day itself was at hand, the letter exchanged hands along with a ominous nod. The couriers gaze firmly fixed on the floor boards of the tavern after releasing his hold on the letter. Breaking the seal, opening and reading the letter, Mor's face became distorted in simultaneous rage and consuming concern. The carefree tavern owner was gone, the glint in his eye had died and something dark had taken its place inside. The demons of his past came crawling out from the deepest recesses of his mind and for a fleeting moment, it looked like rage would take hold and the scene would not end well. However, and perhaps it was the presence of his gentle friend that stayed Mor or the need for clear thinking, anger was temporarily subdued and Mor strode to the bar to hastily pen a few words on a piece of parchment.

Folding the piece of paper, Mor placed it in the still shaking hand of the courier. Piercing the man with his cold gaze, Mor spoke in an eerily calm manner, as if trying to contain something primal while speaking. "Now, you will take this and deliver it to the same city you came from. No stops until you reach the person it is intended for, no matter the cost." There was no verbal reply, just a firm nod and grasp of the small note and the man was off to perform his task.

Mor stormed behind the bar after the courier had left and went down on one knee to get out his travel gear, along with his bow and quiver. A sigh escaped his lips as he realised how he was behaving. Taking a calming breath and closing his eyes briefly, he soon stood up to explain to Miffle. "Forgive me, Miffle, but something has happened and I must leave immediately. Cynth...," Mor paused briefly, "I must see her."

Hugging his dear friend warmly, part of his usual self momentarily restored, Mor went on. "I have asked much of you and now I need to ask more. Please, keep the key for the front door and, if you can, keep the place in order." Glancing around his tavern, he sighed again. "I leave her in your and Avatea's capable hands. I am unsure about my return... take care and farewell, my friend." Mor gathered his belongings and made his way to the door. Having waved once more to Miffle, he was out the door.

As he made his way down the streets of Sevenoaks, his look as dark as the deepest abyss, one single thought kept him sane and focussed - I am coming, my love...
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He had come when she needed him. Bruised and hungry she had waited in Evesham and he had come. Smiling faintly inspite of the very tiring journey she reflected how Mor had rode hard and tirelessly to bring her to safety. He hadn't rested till just now when they had reached Sevenoaks.

And so she was here standing in front of...Bemused she traces the sign and a wide smile splits her face as if the shadows had suddenly cleared.

With trembling hands she opens the door and gasps at the changes. There was a new warmth in the place where earlier there had been only coldness and murkiness. The Barrels were stocked and the wooden chairs arranged just so perfectly. She glances at the bar and finds no one there at this time of night. The red and white decorations on the bar made her eyes shine with the glow of happiness. Avatea or Miffle...they had been hard at work...

Clutching her hand near to her heart she looks around smiling uncontrollably. Her cheeks hurt from the grin that refused to leave her face.

She rounds the corner behind the bar and starts up the stairs to his room. With her key she opens the door and enters the room. His private domain was unchanged. The same clean and spacious masculine abode tastefully yet sparsely decorated which reminded her strongly of her man. All substance, no frills...

By the time Mor would bring the tree she wanted to wash her face and change her clothes to freshen up. The tiredness had vanished or so she thought... Washing herself she changes into a light dress and sits on the bed just for a minute. When she had leaned back and rested her head against the pillow she did not know. Curling into a ball she was softly snoring soon.
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Slowly she awakens and she sees the most beautiful vision in front of her eyes. Her man was sleeping with his hand falling heavily on the dip of her waist. She smiles softly, her eyes moistening with happy tears as she sees his boyish face relaxed in sleep.

His hands tighten on her as she turns to look at him. Trailing her fingers very gently across his face, she leans and touches her lips to his and whispers a soft "I love you". Drawing back she watches as he smiles in his sleep. Unable to help herself, she leans once more and kisses him tenderly on his forehead.

After much maneuvering she quietly slips out from the bed and carefully covers Morr with the quilt. Smiling to herself she stretches and yawns as she approaches her yet unpacked luggage. Choosing a blouse and a skirt, she retires to the bath area. Her morning ablutions over she silently tiptoes down to the kitchen and boils some water as she looks for the tea leaves.
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Tightly hugging a pillow, Mor awakens slowly and sniffs the faint scent floating from somewhere near. Sighing he whispers a good morning to his pillow, which he, in his barely woken state, believes to be his dear Cynthie. "Who brought tea?" he mumbles drowsily while nuzzling the pillow.

Frowning as Mor feels cloth where the smooth skin of her shoulder should have been, he carefully takes a peek at what he's holding. "Oh..." A longing sigh escapes his lips, followed by an endearing wail. "Hooooney?! Won't you come back to bed?" Fully aware that she won't be able to hear him, if she's down at the bar, he discards the comforting feel of his pillow and rolls over to his other side to console himself with the delightful tea she must have brought up to him.

Light from the windows shining in his still light sensitive eyes he reaches for his bedside table. "Had to open the curtains too, huh..." he mutters quietly as his fingers try to feel their way to the mug. Next he notices an unfamiliar shadow being cast down on the floor. Instantly he becomes fully alert and firmly grabs the mug he almost tipped over as his hand brushes against it. However, it takes him a mere second to figure out what's going on and the fleeting tension dissipates and he relaxes. This is one observer he will never need to fear.

Warding off a grin he stays fully composed and sits up to stretch, being careful not to glance up in the direction of the window. Bringing the mug to his lips, his free hand slowly ventures down, casually under the covers and makes a few subtle probes beneath the blanket. He was simply scratching an itch on his thigh, but it might not look like that in the eyes of someone who might be watching.

After sipping his tea and letting out a shamelessly exaggerated moan of approval to further titillate the imagination of his viewer, Mor finally has to break the silence as he hears some stifled coughing sounds. "How's the view from there?" His voice is soft and playful as he goes on. "You want me to pick up your jaw off the floor or can you manage, darling?"

Relocating his hand behind his head and taking a cosy posture, he can barely wait for the reply as he takes another amused sip of tea.
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With mirth Mor takes one final sizeable gulp of tea after her less than wordy reply. It was quintessential Cynth and he loved her quite unique way of reacting to his antics. Certainly she had not minded the tease, not for real, but there was no way in hell she would let him see that. If only she could see how her rosy cheeks betrayed her, but Mor was not going to mention it as she would probably only say it was due to the hot tea. All he did was chuckle softly as he placed the now empty mug back on his bedside table and swung his legs out of bed.

Standing up, being careful to hang onto the blanket, he wrapped it loosely around his waist and strode across the floor to her. The blanket was long enough to cover even his feet and still drag along the floor behind him. "Good morning, my darling," he spoke, while looking into her eyes. Gently holding his hand against her cheek and bending down, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Thank you very much for the tea... it was very thoughtful of you." Still reserving one hand to hold the blanket in place, he gave her an attentive hug and affectionately rubbed her back.

After a proper amount of hugging and soft words, Mor leaned back up to leave. "Better go and take a bath," he started, "I don't want to stink up the place in the presence of your friends." Seeing her look a little puzzled, he went on as he turned to head for the door. "Oh yes, I thought we'd travel to Canterbury, stay for a week or so and..." Right then, as he was walking away from her, the blanket got caught in something and Mor lost his loose grip on it. The blanket slid off him and to the floor, before he could do a thing about it. So, there he stood, stark naked, next to his study desk and still a few paces from the door. "Hmm, how about that," he blurted out spontaneously and seemingly unfazed by the turn of events.

Glancing down to his right at a bowl on his desk, he plucked a few grapes from it and popped one in his mouth. "Let me know what you think of that, honey," he said and strode out the door munching placidly. Pausing behind the door to consider what he just said, he poked his head back into the bedroom. "About the travel idea, I mean."

After a jovial wink, he retreated before she could find something sharp to throw at his head. Shouting from down the hall, he disappeared into the room with two large bathing tubs. "See you downstairs soon...!"
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Soon after it came time for Mor to excuse himself as he needed to check on some lads loading the wagon he and Cynth would be taking to Canterbury. Having made sure all the goods and baggages they wanted to take along had been safely loaded on board, Mor paid the lads for a job well done and watched as they went their merry way.

Returning to the tavern, Mor said his goodbyes to Fry, wished him well and waited for Cynth to finish her goodbyes. While she did that, Mor gave some instructions to the young lady he had hired to take care of his tavern during his absence. The tavern would stay open even without him and people could come enjoy the warm tavern, if it got too cold outside. Mor was finally ready to set out.

Helping Cynth up on the wagon and after wrapping her in a thick blanket, Mor got on the driver seat and slapped the reins on the two horses pulling the wagon. They were on their way to Cynth's home...
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Apparently, from now on, the wagon unloading process would take Mor twice as long to get done. Ycpy just would not stop picking a fight with Mor's trouser legs every time he went to carry something from the wagon. With his hands full, Mor could not shoo him away at all or pacify the excited puppy with some petting, so there he stood. As he did not want to accidentally step on the little puppy, he had to let Ycpy tug and tear his trouser legs, holding onto whatever it was he was carrying and mutter, until Ycpy noticed something else of more interest and darted away.

Usually that was a passer by who would bend down to play with and pet the puppy. Mor grumbled every time he saw that happen. "Must be so convenient to have your hands free, I'm sure..."After the ninth time Ycpy had come running for Mor's pants, he gave up. Setting down a small crate from his hands, Mor called a few loitering youngsters over from a warehouse nearby, paid them to unload the wagon for him and went inside carrying Ycpy this time.

First letting Ycpy down and hugging Cynth, Mor then went to get some food supplies from the cellar, with both P and Ycpy on his heels. Both puppies kept on circling him and yapping as he carried some meat up for some possible hungry patrons.

Noticing that Cynth had left, probably to go upstairs, Mor knelt down with a tasty treat in both hands. "Not a word to Cynth about this, agreed?" Mor looked meaningfully at both P and Ycpy as the puppies settled down on the thick pelt in front of the still quiet fireplace. Mor handed both puppies sizeable pig bones with still some meat in them and turned to lit the tinder in the fireplace. "You hide those if you hear her coming..."

Soon Mor was sitting in his chair having some mead as the two puppies were happily gnawing and grinding the bones. He had taken his pants off and was doing some repair work on them with a needle and thread. Ycpy had done well to tear at them, but Mor just shrugged it off, grinned at both puppies and took another long swig of mead...
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Wrapping his arm around Cynth as she comes down and to him, Mor hands the trousers to her when she asks for them. "Here you go. I wasn't doing that bad, but..." Mor kisses her cheek in appreciation and goes to the bar to fix them both some supper.

Soon the tavern was filled with the scent of fish being prepared over a quiet fire, freshly baked bread, which Mor had just brought from his bakery next door, and garlic and cream sauce for the fish. There were also some steamed vegetables being cooked in the fireplace. A bit of seasoning and the fish was all ready to be served.

Ycpy and P were behaving surprisingly well during the entire cooking process and were strolling back and forth between Mor and Cynth. The reason why they came to Mor was probably because he kept giving both of them small treats every time they sat down next to him. Cuddles they obviously got from Cynth.

After setting all the food on a table, with plates, utensils and goblets for two, Mor opened a bottle of red wine to give it some time to breathe. Customary it should have been white wine with fish, but he was in the mood for some passionate red. He then got out some candles and after lighting them set those on the tabl, too.

Cynth had been relaxing next to the fireplaces with the puppies after finishing her work on Mor's pants. He had insisted on preparing the meal on his own and, after taking off his apron, now went to her. "Supper is served, my love. Would you join me?"

Mor offered his extended hand to his love.
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Her words caused a smile to creep on his face. "Happy New Year, my love."

Mor leaned across the table, placed his hand on Cynth's and kissed her tenderly. A sigh and soft nuzzle later, he replied. "I love you."

The tender moment and silence was broken by a low rumble emanating from Mor's side of the table. Glancing down at his belly, Mor muttered something. "Sorry... shall we dine..."

Mor poured them both some wine and sat down. As famished as Mor was, it still took him a while before he could begin. He was so captivated by her beauty and grace.
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It had been days since the night and she still remembered it like it was yesterday. They had danced, teased, laughed...loved..

Sighing she looks at the man busy reading some documents and she couldn't help but feel a little resentment over the time and attention which was given to a mere piece of parchment.

Going back to packing her meager belongings, Cynth was humming softly. She hoped Morrandir would take care of himself when she was no longer around. She did not know what fate had in store for her...Laughing at herself, she lifts her bags and carries them down the stairs. Once down, she hugs P and whispers something to him. One last look of longing and she was ready to leave.
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Mor quickly stuffed the boring taxes notices he was writing under the bar and got up to greet Cer.

"Welcome, welcome.. take a load off, if you will."

Word had reached Mor that Cynth had apparently mentioned that there was room service in their tavern and now Mor was at a total loss on how to make good on her words. Cynth must have still been mad at him for the unceremonious sent off she had been subjected to the last time she left Sevenoaks. Mor sighed.

He quickly shoved a frothy ale, and then three more as Mor remembered Cer was a Canterburian, on the table in front of her, in the hopes that if he got her good and drunk, she wouldn't notice the complete lack of room service. "Some ale perhaps," he mentioned casually.

"How was your day of sightseeing?"
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Quickly turning about, hiding the grin on his face for his insidious plan having worked better than expected, Mor replies jovially.

"But of course, milady. How remiss of me."

Running his finger down the room reservations page of his ledger, as if there were actually people staying in his establishment, Mor puts on a good show by frowning for a moment. "Hmm.. crowded," he mutters quietly.

"Oh, here we are! A room with a grand view of the local market and also of Sevenoaks Forest." Basically it was just a view of market stands from one set of windows and oak tree after oak tree from a different set of windows, but didn't hurt to try and make it sound like it was something special. Maybe she would catch a glimpse of someone tanned down below on the street level. Mor grins as he writes her name next to the room number.

Going back to the table, Mor hands Cer a key and makes sure her mug wasn't empty. "Here you go, your key, milady. You know, a noble Lady once stayed in that room."

Mor sits down too and takes a long swig of ale, when Ycpy and P both suddenly wake up and make their way to the table, yapping excitedly.

"Oh, this reminds me... there was some talk of taking care of the puppies, no? I distinctly remember an exhange along those lines back in Canterbury..."

Deftly pushing both puppies towards Cer under the table with his foot, Mor took another gulp of ale.
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As Mor was about to wish Cer a goodnight, P suddenly let out an alarmed bark. Now, if it had been Ycpy, the reason could have been that the puppy had run out of ale and was simply bringing this to Mor's attention, but as P was much more the reliable guard dog type, something was definitely not right.

Immediately the seasoned woodsman in Mor surfaced and his senses heightened. Right hand distinctively went for the axe handle under his cloak and left hand clutched his ale tankard more firmly. There was but one master in Fortuitous Tale tavern and anyone looking for trouble here would soon be taught the error of their ways.

From the corner of his eye Mor caught a glimpse of Cer as her posture seemed to slouch slightly. Time seemed to slow down for Mor as he quickly gathered what P's bark had meant. The situation was not threatening, but still needed immediate handling.

A foot from under the table swept against a chair as Mor sprung into action. The chair spun around and settled perfectly behind Cer to significantly shorten her pending fall. Without losing any forward momentum, the axes handle was disregarded as Mor stood up faster than would have been thought possible.

Reaching forward with his extended hand, Mor carefully supported Cer's head as she surprisingly gracefully sat down on the chair. She might have been out cold, but still earned high marks for style.

Both puppies let out a couple victorious barks as Mor stood there looking all tall and grinning. "Yep, that's right boys.. you can take the man out of the forest, but you can't take the forest out of the man." Both puppies probably rolled their eyes at his silliness.

One final, ceremonial gulp emptied his tankard and then Mor very tentatively lifted Cer onto his arms and proceeded to carry her up the stairs to her room. No way Mor could let her sleep there on that chair. Cynth had, after all, promised room service..

Having entered the third floor room and laying her down on the large bed, Mor folded the other half of the sizeable blanket and covered her with it.

After having taken off her shoes and placed them on the floor, Mor fetched some water for the wash bowl on the night stand. Some bread and wine for breakfast on the small table next to the large windows and all seemed to be set up. Leaving a couple candles alight on the table away from the bed, Mor tiptoed out and closed the door.

Soon he was downstairs, passed out and leaning against a table. Snoring and resting his head on his hands. Holding a half finished tankard of ale in his hand. P and Ycpy using his feet as pillows. For all anyone else knew, the heroics might have just been a drunken dream...
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Cynth coughs as she opens the door to the Tale. The dust had settled in...She frowns and makes a mental note to ask the barmaid what she had been doing. At that thought she smirks and mutters something incomprehensible.

She hesitatingly touches the chair where she remembered him sitting reading his paperwork. As if the touch would make him appear magically she lovingly holds the back of the chair. She chuckles softly at this display of her sillyness. Before she could do something insane like sniffing the furniture a loud "woof" greets her. "P" Exclaiming loudly she crouches below just as the huskey starts licking her. The sound of their incessant giggling and yapping was further increased by the descent of Ycpy in the fray.

Cynth was half sprawled on the floor with the puppies running up and down her. She was trying hard to avoid the cold button nose of ycpy. Laughing helplessly she yells "Morr!!! honey, where are you?!!!" Not hearing anything for a while, she realises he might not be home.

Sighing she pets the puppies and goes out to continue her travels..
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On her way out of town Soulsea stopped by to thank the tavern-owner for such a fine time. She knocked...but no one seemed to be home. She joined her large group and continued on their tour through Sussex.
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