| Congratulations at the Inn |
| Summary: | Heros of the search for the missing children gather and are congratulated fo their efforts. |
| Date: | 17/Dec/2012 |
| Related Logs: | What is Dead Can Never Die |
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| Rockcliff Inn, Terrick's Roost |
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| The Rockcliff Inn is one of the better inns within the town and it shows with the well-lit interior and the relative cleanliness to the other locations in Terrick's Roost. The tables are polished with oils and the floor regularly swept. A set of booths towards a darker rear of the Inn's bottom floor, just beneath the staircase, are where whores generally socialize and eye prospects from when not waiting tables. Signs over the undersized bar area advertise prices for ales and wines as well as several different choices of food to be served at the small eating area by the bar or in the main open area in its comfortable seating. A door behind the bar leads to the kitchen and cellar while another near the staircase leads to a private room that would appear to be off-limits to the 'wait staff' except for food and drink service. |
| Mon Dec 17, 289 |
OOC: I have neither the start nor the end if this scene, just the bit I dipped into I'm afraid
Martyn is unable to hold back a bit of a grin as he sees Alric, just as he seats himself at one of the tables. "You look just as bad as I feel on one of my worse days," he remarks, with a bit of a grin. "Should you be out of bed at the moment."
The first day of healing was passingly better than yesterday when wounds were fresh and bruises were not as colorful. Thankfully his clothing concealed the most of it, save for a ugly discoloration beneath his milky white eye. Nikolus clearly had better days. Into the common room he was hunting for a meal that did not require a spear of any sort to capture it. Upon spying the others, he neared the Fenster and Mallister and proudly proclaimed, "I'm retiring my days as a swordsman."
Alric grins, "Perhaps not. But it isn't too bad. It hurts but I am sure sitting down and eating shouldn't be too horrible or painful." He offers to Martyn and does move to sit. "If you would want my company that is." Glancing over and trying not to chuckle, since that hurts quite a bit. "I suppose that is good to hear. I think I should do the same. Yet I keep finding myself out in battles." Shaking his head at that.
Martyn is unable to hold back a chuckle as he hears Alric's words. "That's what I used to say. Even when badly wounded," he remarks, before he adds, "Of course." Looking over to Nikolus, he offers the man a bit of a grin. "Ah, but how will it go for the rest of us, when you two are keeping the healers away from us?" he asks, lightly.
Mortimer may have taken the liberty of awarding himself a day off and sleeping late. He's not sure what time it was when he finally made it back to the Roost, but there was a family to reunite, borrowed gear to be returned to the armoury and a horse to be handed over to a sleepy stablehand, all before he could eventually make it back to his own bed. Awake now though he's been kicked out of the house to go get his bandages changed before lunch. Now the Rockcliff might not seem like the obvious choice for that, but last he knew Dania was safely ensconced in one of the guest rooms and getting her to do it would also enable him to get an update on her case as well. Day off. Ha. Sticking his head through the door he has his splinted hand held immobile across his chest and heads towards the bar, who better to check with than the staff after all?
Without his cane, Nikolus limps over to a vacant chair. "I'll find myself in a bed before I'll volunteer again." Serious, very serious he was irritate with being in pain so often. Ever since his return the Cape of Eagles has been ill luck with violence, battering, injuries and drug induced healing. The later was appreciated. "Keep your healers." Nikolus waved dismissively. "Just give me my bed and my ale."
A guard dressed in Terrick colors opens the door of the Inn and leaves it open in waiting, following that within in a few seconds is a well arranged woman woman dressed in deep purple. Stepping into the entry of the Inn, giving pause to allow her eyes to scan the room before making her decision in which direction she will move to. Lifting a hand into her hair, brushing it back and then a toss of her head throws her dark hair over her shoulder, and positions her chin up just an inch or so higher than it had been previously. As the Inn door starts to close another Terrick guard and a small woman come in before it can close completely, standing behind what can only be their Lady.
It was all over, or at least, thats what she had been told. And seven willing, the informant had better been right. The men were heard to have a small gathering in the Inn, and so the Lady Gaelena had made it known that it is where she wanted to be. Here she was. Spotting the Mallister first, the left side of her lips turn up in a slow grin and she makes her way to his table. Just in time to hear the ending of Nikolus comments. "I could not have said it better myself." she comments. "Well, perhaps I could have. However you speak the truth nonetheless, My Lord." Lowering into a curtsey she greets the table. "Afternoon, My Lords. Or should I be calling you heros as do the rest?"
Alric grins as he looks back and forth between the talk. "I made a promise not to get into trouble without a reason. Though I think saving lady Hafwen, and the kids, counts as a justifiable reason." He says and slowly shrugs. Falling silent as to conserve strength. And that it is felt as he talks. Looking over to the lady and bowing his head to her. Not saying much though.
Martyn chuckles a little bit as he listens to Nikolus and Alric, offering them both a grin. "You lucky people…" he remarks, before he looks over at Gaelena as he hears her words. "Afternoon, Lady Gaelena," he offers, before he grimaces for a few moments. "Well, you can call those two heroes, at least." Looking around, he notices Mortimer, and offers a grin as he nods in the man's direction. "The real hero is there, though."
With word from the barman that Dania is gone, it looks like Mortimer is off to the infirmary behind the Sept instead. Turning back towards the door he spots Gaelena's arrival, there's another good reason to be leaving right there. As she starts for the table of visiting nobles he makes his own way towards the door, dipping his head slightly and not daring to look as he hears Martyn's words.
His head turn at the sounds of newcomers. Damn Purple Terricks. His internal thoughts weren't brought to the surface, just a smile. "I know I do. I like to keep things simple my lady." This face he did not know but there were still conversations about. Nikolus contributed, "Do not elevate some commoner above his station. He was directed under orders, no more of a hero than our weapons that bludgeoned the beasts and woman to death."
Her arrival has seemed to cause the conversation to stop altogether as some seem to fall almost silent, a single eyebrow arches when Martyn speaks and then gestures in another direction. Following his movement with her eyes, until they fall onto Mortimer. The lopsided grin she was holding sinks down back to a flat line. "Ah, I see." causing her to fall silent. Its Nikolus words that bring back that grin, a flash of something sparks in her eyes as she looks back at the Noble. "I find myself agreeing with you more than once. That is so very odd." giving herself the privilege of looking him over, noting any wounds and so forth on his body. "Who might you be?" Out of the corner of her eye she starts to see Mortimer sneaking away from the crowd. Or trying to. "Oh Deputy…" her voice clearly sings out and her head turns to fix him with her gaze. "Although it was an abnormal circumstance in which you were taking lead, the direction that was order is something that I can not disagree with, and so…" she pauses as if it might be painful for her to say out loud, "I offer you my congratulations on a job well done."
It's about this time that Martyn's squire, Xander Paege, steps in. Looking around for a few moments, he moves over to say something quietly to the Mallister knight. "I'll be right there, Xander." It's offered with a bit of a sigh. "I fear I will have to take my leave now," he offers to the lot of them as he gets to his feet, and heads after the squire, out of the Inn again.
There isn't much said from Alric other than a pained look on his face. "Apologies, my lord. My lady. I should be making my leave as well." Forcing himself up and looking pained as he moves back to his room.
Nikolus smirks then, finding some common ground with the Terrick woman, he motions for the chair. "Nikolus Groves." He offers with one trained eye dedicated to her as the others depart for the time being. All but Mortimer it seemed. "Yes. I suppose he did. Well done Sheriff for nurse sitting a host of your betters." Sour much? Nikolus was in pain and he was letting the whole world know.
And she's spotted him. Oh well, it was worth a try. As the Lady Terrick's call rings out across the room Mortimer pauses in his steps and turns towards the group and offers a stiff bow. "M'Lady he offers first, "my apologies, I did not see you arrive." Technically true. Then to Nikolus "Lord Groves." Beyond that he has the distinct feeling he should say something else, although words are failing him for the moment and all he can manage is a "Thank you."
Once the painful and distasteful compliment had left her mouth, Gaelena turned to the chair that had been indicated for her resting spot. Gladly she moves to it and instantly one of the guards is there to pull it out for her. Perhaps it was the response from an earlier conversation they'd once had. No thank you is given to the guard, but she does inclines her head to him to indicate it. Skirts arranged around her, she leans on her right side in a relaxed position. The guards and maid make their way to a table at her back. "A pleasure to meet you, Lord Nikolus." smirking at his words and turning her eyes to Mortimer. "I find that hard to believe." she murmurs to the fact that he hadnt seen her arrive, but she leaves that a single statement and moves on form it. "That poor Erensford child needed all the help she could get." yes, that poor Noble child. What? there were other children?
Yes yes, gratitude and all that although Nikolus was minimal in his participation. "No fault of your own I am sure, more so to the poor orders given." As though he could have lead the hunt differently. Nikolus then lays an arm upon the table, returning his attention to the Terrick woman. There was little care for the child, that particular child. "It doesn't bode well for our small folk to end up stolen. Unhappy peasants are unruly peasants." He tells Gaelena. "Enough of them, the lands are safe again," for a short time, "And we'll soon be free of your hair Lady Gaelena. A pity I have only met you before my departure."
Mortimer waits a few moments, just in case the Lady turns back with more words for him, or Seven forbid, a task. It seems though that this time he might be in luck and her attention turns to, and importantly stays on, Nikolus. Offering the pair of them a silent bow in departure he takes half a step back and turns towards the door once more. Those bandages won't just change themselves after all.
And so it was, the Lady Terrick had given her attention to another. Some might find that to be a hardship while others… might see it as a blessing. "Sometimes you must be so precise," she moves her fingers up and gathers them together in a pointed motion to indicate great detail, "as to what you say in order for orders to be followed." a sigh, "It can be so tiring trying to find someone willing to listen or even willing to /learn/ to listen properly." looking down at the table before her and realizing she had not been served yet, she lifts her head and turns to look for a barmaid. When one makes her wait over she orders: "Wine." But its followed up with, "Not the watered down one. It tastes gastly." a look is given to Nikolus, "More Ale, My Lord?" Giving him the time to reply, she scans back to see Mortimer leaving and watches him as he backs away. "Unruly peasants or so annoying." she says to Nikolus, "You're leaving in this state? Weren’t you injured? We have a bed and Ale here, My Lord. You might consider staying another night to ensure your easy ride."
Nikolus takes notice of Mortimer's departure. A passably decent man. A thought he kept to himself while entertaining the lady Terrick. "It can if we are willing to expend the effort ourselves. Is that not why we have others do it in our stead?" The Groves male smirks, waiting for the tavern maid to offer drinks. Low and behold she does arrive with Nikolus stating simply, "Yes" before resuming the topic. "I was, though nothing some dedicated rest cannot cure." How he was injured he doesn't readily specify. "If my sister desires to I do not see the harm in lingering. Perhaps you and I may have a friendly game of Cyvasse. Do you play?"
