[ORP] The Crossroads Inn

Deciding the topic of the beer might be risky with this fellow, Enf decided to speak further about the fruit. Though he had not mentioned his adventures in squishiness aloud, he figured this man must have heard about it from someone else.

"I'm not sure how it works, either. I don't even know why you get extra bits whenever you pick fruits. I've been using a small ladder and have generally been able to pick two fruits whole in a day's work plus an extra bit. Now, you might think two fruits in a day isn't a lot but you need to spend the time looking hard to find the very best. The others should be left to ripen a bit more and then they become the best. See how it works?" He smiled. He had no idea what he was talking about but he figured all the time he's spent in the orchard must have turned him into some kind of fruit expert by now. "Oh, and if you are serious about fruit, a ladder helps... if you have the strength to climb it high enough. Me, I've got that strength." He rolled his sleeve partway and tried to flex his wuss muscles all impressive-like.
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Sherice had been busy upstairs clearing out the rooms, and didn't hear anyone come into the Inn. So it was with some surprise to find people already in the tavern and Llyres working behind the bar, as she came down the stairs looking rather disheveled and an arm load full of laundry. "Oh my!"

Blushing and feeling unprepared, Sherice gave Llyres a sheepish smile and mouthed a 'Thank you' to her for looking after things while she had been busy. Hurrying through the room, she carried the laundry out back, all the while muttering to herself, "I must be going deaf..."

Pascoe was sitting in the tavern, at his usual table, having a drink with Mort while going over the tavern's stocks. Food stores were running low at the moment and he was aware that food prices, particularly for corn, were trending higher. Pulling out a fresh sheet of parchment, he quickly wrote a note and placed it near the door so all could read it.


Returning to his seat, he took a deep pull from his mug of ale and resumed chatting with Mort.

Following one of the most lively evenings in the Crossroads that Pascoe could remember, he made his way back to update the menu. Ensuring that the meat was delivered, he pulled down the piece of slate and erased a portion of it, adding in information on the new menu item before rehanging it.

Having seen meat do reasonably well during its first week, Pascoe was excited to offer a new dish for the coming week to citizens and travelers both.

Emrys stopped by the Inn for a quick drink before finally heading home. The ramblings in London had left him feeling unsettled. "Barkeep, an ale please. Say, do I have a tab here?"
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Ilaniol enters the empty inn early in the morning and finds a dark corner to himself, watching to see who enters.

Having been busy again today writing and then gathering goods, Sir John walked into the Crossroads Inn.
Nodding to fred sat in the corner, grinning as usual he smiled as Bob who was stood at the bar offered him a drink.

Cheers .he said as he took a drink.

He sat and enjoyed the heat from the fire.
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Lord of Dorchester, CRN. Enlightened.

Rp from here.

Ruari entered the Inn, greeted by the usual sounds of a busy Inn, some customers had already settled down to their evening meal, and others were there to drink with friends. Striking her feet on the Inns door mat, to get rid of the dust and dirt from her boots, before proceeding to the bar. Once there, she nodded to the Barkeep after he came over to see to her. "Day te ye, I am lookin' fer a room fer the night, an' a stable for me horse and cart, are ye full up yet?"

The Barkeeper wiping his hands on this apron, joining new hand marks te the old, nodded his head "Ye be Scottish I take it?" He asked Ruari curiously. "What brings you this far south?"

"Auch, I am, I be coming te join up with the Earl of Lincolnshire as we are planning on going on a world trip." The Barkeeper eyes Ruari's attire, the gauntlets, the chainmail over her padded shirt, and the cloak. "Ah, I see one of those female mercenaries, that we hear te be from up that way, then." It was not a question though, since he seemed to have made up his own mind that Ruari could only be hired on as a guard for the Earl, he was already reaching down for a set of keys for Ruari's room. "2 bits for the night, and that includes yer horse." He turned to shout to the back of the Kitchen, for a stable boy, who came stumbling in with jam still on his face, clearly they'd interrupted his meal. "There be a horse an cart out the front see to it, and bring the Lasses bag, and bring it up to the room above the stairs".

Ruari handed over the 2 bits and took up the keys, not bothering to tell the Innkeeper of his mistake, twas none concern of hers ifn strangers got the wrong idea, an she'd been a mercenary before today, so was naye a hard interpretation to live with. "Thank ye good Innkeeper, I'll be aways now down to the market, I've ah..supplies that I need to pick up." No need to tell him that he'd no' be getting a meal out of her tonight neither. Ruari departed behind the stable boy who was already sitting in her cart and geeing him around to the back. Melroy looked back in reproach, he didn't like it when she left him with a stranger, she winked at him. "Go on Melroy, and behave yourself, the lad's te small te make a decent meal."

Melroy snickered, and the boy sat in the seat looking back at her, alarm on his face while she chuckled. If the lad had any ideas of treating Melroy badly now, they were far from his mind she thought as she loped off to find out what kind of food had made those tempting smells from the market place.


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Ruari returns from the market smelling of honey’d chicken, still licking her fingers, she’d never had it before, and was entranced by the concept, at first she had thought it would be too sweet, but after the vendor who had saw her hesitating, had offered her a taste, she’d bought 3 helpings immediately, and sat down by a tree to eat them as the afternoon sun slipped into evening, and the vendors were closing up their stalls. Somehow the vendor had managed to spice it enough with salt to keep it from being to sweet, it did need a couple of mugs of ale to break up the strong flavour though, but Ruari hadn’t minded that all.

After she’d finished, she’d returned the plate to the vendor along with her praise for the cook, and now she was back at the Inn, she didn’t enter the Inn immediately, but went around the back to check that Melroy was okay. It was quiet in the stables, as the stableboy had probably sort his bed long before now. She found Melroy in the last stall, he snorted smelling her no doubt and had his head hanging over the stall door before she arrived, patting him he began to nuzzle and lick her hands. Ruari laughing “I see ye have a liking for honey’d chicken too, or is it just the honey?” Wiping her hands away on her pants, she rubbed his forehead, checked that he had all he needed, then told him that they’d be leaving in the morning, so he better rest up…”and no charming the ladies either, ye can’t take em with ye.” At that Melroy snorted and managed a look of innocence.

Laughing softly so she didn’t disturb the peace of the barn she patted him one last time, and left.
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The next morning, the young boy already had Melroy hitched to the cart, and her bag was back in the cart. Kirstie was grateful, as she rummaged around under the seat until she found a badly beaten up hat to plonk on her hat, before taking the reins and slapping them gently on Melroys rump… moaning as he took off with a first jerky pull, her hat tipped back showing her eyes the sun, moaning again she quickly hid her eyes from the blinding rays. Why was it always the next day that ale seemed to be your greatest enemy, when just last night he’d been her greatest friend. Twas no way to treat a best friend, no way at all.

Rp continues here.
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Ruukas enters the tavern in noisy and clumsy manner, a bit ashamed of that but fully understanding: yes, that's it, he himself, noisy and clumsy Dark Miller of Bridgewater.

He sips his bear alone, as he's not good at choosing right moment to come. He just received two letters, one was signed by Viscountess of Evesham, and next was anonymic.

Nice wording! Ruukas pinned it to the wall, just above the yellow ribbon, nearr the mirror. That ribbon was from second letter (Vous passez au grade jaune, félicitations !), in fact, non-readable, but there was no reason to read something, color told everything.

Ruukas just imagined hundreds of post ravens, bringing colors to citizen and then he clearly realized, that, probably, he'll have more cartography tasks in nearest time...

Ruukas, a bit tired and still happy with that, just returned from the market, where he was putting fresh today's flour from his mill.

Yeah. I'm coming too late, as usual. Can't go tavern, while my job isn't done...

He touched that new green ribbon attached to his shirt. As for him, foreigner, it's almost the best, Ruukas can expect.

Į sveikatą ('to health')!

And then he silently sipped his beer.

Emily has just finished roasting the remaining pork and lamb chops and managed to sold most of them in the market. She smiled to herself, thinking it must be the herbs and secret sauce that she had used in the marinating process of the meat. They must have tantalized the smell buds of the people in the market, attracting them to her stall. On her way out of the market share, she passed by another stall where she discovered that her wheat bags were sold and paid the vendor a few coins. Overall, it was a successful day for business. Emily decided to head to the the town tavern to sip on a cup of English Ale and eat their delicious "Corn" on cob.

Upon entering the tavern, she realized that there are very few people in the tavern. She looked through the window and shook her head at her stupidity since it was already dark outside. At least she managed to come before the drunkards arrive at the tavern. Although it would be funny to watch them lament over their lives or sing with nonsense, she preferred to have a quiet and relaxing conversation after the busy day.

She headed to the bar and paid for a cup of English ale before turning to the man beside her, saying,

"Greetings sir. Busy day?"
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Mal sat behind the bar of the Crossroads Inn and he was very happy. He had just been given the the job of being bartender at the towns tavern. The morning was quiet so far except for the few minutes that his wife Lali had stopped in to see him and have a drink.

She had left and he had gone back to doing the daily cleaning.

By the time his shift was almost over it had been pretty much uneventful. The usual mix of locals and travellers had come in and ordered food and drinks sat chatting among themselves and gone. The only thing of note was the two rather shady looking strangers that had been seated for a while at a corner table. Mal decided he wouldn't be surprised to hear sometime later that they had caused some kind of trouble in the area.

He came back from the kitchen with some scraps and feed them to his dog Shadow that had found a nice cozy spot to settle into behind the bar.