Date: night; October 4288. The deep blue night sky is clear and cloudless, and the stars glitter. An icy wind blows from the northwest.
Place: Reaver's (where else?)
People: Cameran; Namir; Vyrin; Dedric; Jennafei; Timothy; Antha

Timothy nods to Bing just as the bottle and glasses arrive. He pours a drink for each of the men at the table, casting an amused look to Dedric as he offers his arm in greeting, "Sir Taimoothy Oo'Connor."

Antha enters the tavern and looks about the room with a casual eye.

Timothy looks up at Brydon, "Caim, Brydoon...ah drink tae yer sain, eh?"

Vyrin sighs to herself, stepping back to the table and sinking to the chair there. Eyes settle on Jennafei, gaze dark. "'m sick."

The door opens to the Inn and Namir quickly walks inside. He glances over the faces there, not finding the one he seeks.
He takes a few steps further into the place before looking around, "Ah! There you are, my love." He walks up to Jennafei and pulls out a chair next to her, "The little one is sick. I've been looking over the entire town for you."

Cameran stills his shaking shoulders, and glances up, his eyes bright with mirth. "Aye. Guid tae meet yes mon. An' Ahl guid tae ye lass an bairn anna." a sniff, and the smithee proffers his hand properly this time. "Cam. Ahm a cabbler an' a smithee an'ahll. Guid tae make yuir kennin' Sar."

"Is my chantry still standin?" Brydon questions as he takes a seat again. He just stares at Cameran, shaking his head slowly, "Good ta make my kinnin? What the hell?" He looks back to Timothy for clarification again.

Antha jumps slightly as a voice from behind her greets someone in the tavern and moves past her. She spots Timothy and heads quietly over.

The rafters creak ominously.

Jennafei tilts her head towards Vyrin, where the healer is sharing a table with the youth, waiting for her to continue. The highland woman continues to watch her with patient eyes.

Timothy murmurs to Brydon, clarifying..."He's glad tae meet ye." He glances in the direction of Antha, offering her a quick smile in greeting.

Antha smiles to Timothy, in addition to the hard-to-understand accent of Cameran.

The table is full but Timothy, waggles his brows to Antha as he turn his knee out, slapping it as on offer to take a seat.

Brydon smiles at Cameran, "nice ta meet you too. I need ta be goin'" He stands up and nods to all present, "Evenin'"

Antha pretends to look disgusted at Timothy, but plops down on Timothy's knee nonetheless.

Cameran shakes his head softly with a wide grin lifting his 'tache up with it. "Any'n be thinkin' Ahm speckin' na Alf'n tangue heres...an' Ahm nae sure ahm quait th' wairst'o's mon." he shakes his head some more, looking up toward Antha as she nears, offering her his own smile and wave of salute. She was here yestereve.

Timothy wraps an arm around Antha, offering her his glass as Brydon stands, "Brydoon...ah needs spake with ye this eve, mon."

Dedric blinks and sharply shakes his head, turning to view Timothy as if a fog is lifted from his mind. "I am Dedric the Rogue, though I've honor enough to belie the name. Tis a pleasure to meet you."

Brydon nods to Timothy once before he disappears from this madhouse. And he thought he'd relax! Ha!
Brydon has just stepped back out onto the street.
Brydon has left.

Antha recognizes Cameran and smiles gently at him. It's nice to see a few familiar faces.

Namir leans back in his chair, watching Jennafei and Vyrin quietly before he lift his hand to bring the attention of one of the serving maids, "Can I have a cup of tea, please?" he asks in a low voice, looking up at her with a friendly smile resting on his face.

Timothy turns his attention to Dedric, lifting a brow at the introduction, "Ah rooue, eh? Aan hainest one."

Antha accepts the glass, but seems to have no intention of drinking it's contents, listening quietly to the conversation.

Cameran chuckles. "Th' best kaind o'em na?" he turns to look to Dedric and offers his hand. "Cam."

Timothy nods to the woman on his knee, "Aan th'fair lassie be Antha."

Antha grins pleasantly at her introduction.

Dedric narrows his eyes at Timothy, but takes Cameran's hand. "Nice to meet you." He says in a barely accented voice. Then shaking his head and chuckling, "I'm no thief. Its not a name I deserve, but it carries more fame than others, and I've no honorable title to give, unfortunately."

Timothy grins, reaching out to claim Brydon's glass. "Na. Ah pae ya na insoolt, mon." He tips his glass to Dedric.

Jennafei's eyes turn to look at Namir, "Whot? Boot, I joost left 'im this morn befoore I went t'Ut." She stops, changing the subject, "Did ye try the juice? Whot is ailing 'im? Whot 'appened?" There's an extreme amount of concern in her eyes as they study Namir, pondering on how he can sit there and order tea when the child is sick.

From afar, Timothy rests a hand on your hip, idily teasing the material with his fingertips.

Cameran shrugs "Na'bathr mon. Ah havenae gae't wan aith'r sa yes nae alan in tha" a rub of his forearms and the large highland leans back, finishing off his tea. "Ah dinnae think Sar Brydoon ken't a waird o' wha' yes sed taem Taium...na 'boot th' fairge oor nathin' anywa"

Antha hands the glass to Timothy, but is seemingly oblivious to his other actions.
Antha whispers, "Can you translate that last bit, Hielander?" to Timothy.

Timothy gives Cameran a shake of his head, laughter returning to his eyes. "Brydoon cannae ken th'broogue. He's ah guid mon."

Dedric tilts his head to one side, still looking at Tim. "And what about you? What is it that you spend your time doing, when not confusing simple minded folk such as myself with a complicated and beautiful speech such as yours?"

Timothy tips his head to Antha, whispering back to her.
Timothy whispers: Brydoon cannae ken when ah spake.
Timothy turns his gaze to Dedric, chuckling soft as he leans back a bit to show the red and white of the tabbard of a King's Knight. "Ah fait air quiest fair D'Image."

"Mirani is there, he was sleepin' quietly when I left." The serving maid returns and offers him a small cup of tea and he quickly drops a few coins in her hand, "Thank you...I needed that...Incredible how dusty the roads are, my throat feels like a piece of wood." He then turns back to Jennafei, "He's been coughing and been a bit hot...Mirani assured me that he'd be fine soon. I was jost worried." He put his arm around her back and leans in to offer her cheek a tender kiss.

Cameran just hehs softly to himself muttering "An' so e'ap's n' weds a bonnie lass frae th' haills...sheesh" a chuckle and he strokes his beard back into place.

Timothy nods to Cameran, "Ah hair temp'rd one tae boot."

Cameran says, "ACh nae???!!!"

Timothy bows his head, mumbling a quiet prayer for Brydon then grins to Cameran, "Aye. Sh's ruin me fraem her kaitchen mair th'n once."

Cameran snickers, rolling his eyes. "Yes dinnae wan' tae gae pilcherin' scoones frae a lass fram th' haights...ah'd o' wit' yes kenned tha'!"

Timothy laughs, nodding. He lifts his drink, swallowing a portion before returning his gaze to Dedric, "Ah havena seen ya abott afair."

Dedric smiles and shrugs. "Must have one of those faces..." He chuckles miserably, then sips at his wine. "Truth be told, I have not spent much time here, though I plan to change that." He shrugs. "But you don't want to hear that story."

TImothy smiles faintly to Dedric, "Na'thin ah laike mair ahn ah bonnie tale, mon."

Cameran nods to Timothy's words there. "Aye. Gae'an wit' tellin' ye'll hae guid ears tae larn frae yes heres." he tilts his head to listen.

Bing's face grows sad, his voice quiet. "Aye. I remember Anne Zephyr. She was as dear to me as the light from the stars, and she is gone now. But Jonathan Bing remembers, yes, and does not forget."

Jennafei settles back into the chair, letting out a sigh, "Well, Mirani's right. The bairn'll be bonnie, dove." Her green eyes flicker over to Vyrin, offering a smile.

Vyrin glances up from her whiskey, pulling herself from her thought to glance between Jenna and her 'dove'. A flash of...something crosses the girl's face before she sits back. "You've a bairn, then?"

Timothy clarifies at the lost look on Dedric's face, rather used to it. "Tell oos yuir tale."

A subtle ah-ha comes across Antha's features and she looks to Dedric.

Dedric leans back in his chair, thinking for a moment. "I have no tale to tell...I hate to disappoint, friends, but the thing which I hesitated to tell you is that I was not from here, but had hoped to join the King's service, in some way. Just that I do not know how, exactly..."

Antha looks to Timothy out of the corner of her eye, expectant that he will know this.

Timothy glances at the swords Dedric sports, "Mmmm...methinks th'gaird be lewkin'." He lifts his glass, taking a swallow, "Ye spake wit' Caipt'n Lascivoos?"

"I was born far too worried, Mo chro ro" Namir whispers softly to Jennafei and then turns to offer Vyrin a smile with sparkling eyes. A few strands of black hair falls down over his brow to tease his skin, he quickly pushes it away with his hand however. The he lifts his cup to drink the tea quickly before releasing a quiet sigh when he put down the cup again.

Cameran oooooh's softly and nods his head. "Mahsehll ahlso mon. Gaen tae dae wha' Ah can wit' fairgin' if'n ah can gae't wan." he muses quietly, thinking about things, and perhaps commisioning. Who knows? His thick brows lower though.

Jennafei offers a warm smile towards Vyrin. "Aye. A bonnie lad." There's a smile upon her lips as she moves her eyes to glance upon Namir. "Yes, I knoow oof that, m'dove. Ye joost cannae relax!"

Timothy's gaze shifts to the bar and Jennafei, one brow quirking in mild curiousity before he returns his attention to Dedric.

A ringing chord marks the start of a new tune as the troubador starts to perform Greensleeves.

Timothy senses, "Antha teases you, "The King isn't very picky, right?"

Vyrin looks between the pair once more, the youth looking near tears. Then, with a quickly drawn breath, she lifts a leg to prop a knee against the edge of the table, forcing her chair back onto its rear legs. "Y' seem happy 'bout i'. C'ngratulations."

Dedric shakes his head. "The Guard is not for me, I am afraid. Were I of nobleblood I would offer to become a vassal of His Majesty, or some other thing." He shrugs.

From afar, Timothy gives you a tight squeeze, whispering back, "Ah gaird..." And light shrug.

Timothy shrugs in answer, "Wh't be ye lewkin' fair?"

Jennafei becomes more puzzled as she looks to Vyrin more, then she leans close to Namir, quietly whispering to him. She mutters to Namir, "...ye culd...this...qoote a bit t'get...t'tulk..."

Antha lets out the quietest of squeels when she is squeezed and attempts to give you a playful rib with her elbow." to Timothy.

The knighthood? Cameran's eyes lift again, looking at Dedric and then sidelong at Timothy.

Timothy huffs as he gets Antha's elbow in his ribs, though his smile grows playful as he bats his lashes at her.

Antha rolls her eyes fondly at Timothy, then turns back to Dedric, sincerely interested.

A sparkle of amusement flash in Namir's eyes as he gaze from Vyrin to Jennafei again, "Ah...that is not quite true. I relax pretty well in ye'r arms." He chuckles and leans in to kiss her cheek again before turning to Vyrin, "Our son..." then he turns toward Jennafei again at her words, "...Sure, let us do that." He smiles and pull his chair back, offering the same help as Jennafei moves on her feet.

Dedric shakes his head in response. He finishes his glass and pours himself another one - he seems to have liberated an entire bottle at somepoint in the conversation. "I don not know- such is the problem."

Vyrin blinks as the pair begins to stand, then quickly drops her gaze. She won't argue if they wish to leave...

Timothy frowns in response to Dedric's answer, that fading into a smile, "Na. Ah mean...wha' dae ye have tae aifer th'croown?"

Namir adds, "I will see you later then?" Then he bend down to place a quick kiss on her lips before heading out of the Inn.

Cameran flicks an amused look toward the Knight, then leans his weight on his elbows as he listens.

Namir has just stepped back out onto the street.
Namir has left.
Kellington strides in from the main street.
Kellington has arrived.
David strides in from the main street.
David has arrived.

Jennafei smiles as she watches Namir leave, then she leans on the table, watchin Vyrin, "Lassie, wuld ye like t'gae saimwhere else t'tulk?"

Timothy is seated at the hearth, an arm around Antha who is settled on one knee. His attention is on Dedric, a smile of anticipation crossing his mouth.

Cameran is likewise sat by the hearth, stooped over and leaning on his elbows. Dedric seems to be the center of attention here.

Kellington strolls into the tavern, after holding the door for David. Tounasu-No-Kumo sits astride his shoulder, which is rapidly getting pretty crowded due to his ever-increasing size.

Jennafei is seated at the table with Vyrin.

"If you insist on talking," is Vyrin's simple response, though she's already standing. "I' won' be here.." Enough of a yes for you?

Antha glances curiously, as well as undetected, at the new arrivals.

David walks in uneasily and grins sheepishly. He puts his hands around behind his back and rubs at his lower spine idly. The he nods a few times to cover his greetings for the room.

Dedric shifts slightly in his seat, bringing one of his sword pommels into view above the table. "Use of these, other martial abilities..I am an expert on a horse, and..not to sound as if I brad..I am quite skilled in most forms of ranged weaponry. Most importantly, however, I can offer true loyalty."

The healer rises to her feet, glancing at Cameran and Timothy with a knowing smile. She tosses a wink at the knight and the highlander. "Aulright, t'the gardeens, then?"

Timothy lifts a hand to offer Jenna a quick wave before answering Dedric, "Ahhh...maehaps th'King's army ifna th'gaird."

Vyrin simply steps after Jennafei, not bothering to glance about the tavern.

Jennafei lifts a brow. She got a wave, not a wink. She ponders if the night is off. Her attention is back to Vyrin, moving towards to the door.

Cameran nods a farewell to Jennafei, his attention slipping to Vyrin as she rises and leaves the tavern also. Yes...he /is/ still concerned, just behind a nice gruff demeanor. "Sae yes aroon' haine." and whether that's to Jenna or the snippet is unclear.

Kellington asks David, before moving too far from the door, "Table or the bar?"

From afar, Timothy jostles you playfully on his knee.

David motions towards a table. "Lets grab a table tonight. I might order some food, too."

Timothy senses, "Antha gives Timothy a stern look, though beneath it is fond amusement."

Dedric shakes his head to Timothy. "I thought of that, but I do not work well as a soldier in an Army. I thank you for the suggestion, however."

Timothy lifts both brows at Dedric, offering one more suggestion, "Haintsmon?"

Jennafei has just stepped back out onto the street.
Jennafei has left.
Vyrin has just stepped back out onto the street.
Vyrin has left.

Antha hmms and asks Timothy, "Mayhap a trainer or teacher of swordplay?"

Dedric blinks a few times, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. "Huntsmen? I would say but I have no passion for the killing of animals.."

Antha inclines her head, "You're quite a fickle man. Has anyone ever told you that?"

Kellington eyes Vyrin and Jennafei head out. No spider hysterics - he looks impressed. "Table it is..."He moves over to the round table and Tounasu hops off his shoulder onto its surface.

Timothy purses his lips, thoughtful at the suggestion from Antha. He promptly looks to Dedric, "Th'gaird trains...k-nights tae, boot..." He shrugs, "Ah mon had ah school...havena seen him 'roound."

"Yes ain' halpin' heres!" Cam mutters, tapping his foot. "Ma'hap train' oor th' laik wit' na?"

Timothy chuckles, his eyes on Dedric, "Yuir caitin' oout waes tae sairve th'King."

David sits down at the round table.
Kellington sits down at the round table.

David grins and slides into the chair, then cocks his head at Tounasu's movement. "Hey...you've learned some new tricks, there. How high can you go?"

Dedric shrugs, taking another sip of wine. "I told you it was quite a problem. That is why I have not yet come up with a solution for it."

Antha says, "Well, what are you going to do in the meantime, whilst you figure it out?"

Kellington shakes his head, "He can show you later...He shouldn't hop round in here...and...he almost got urticating hairs in my eye on the way past...Once was /way/ enough for that." He fishes his pipe out of his pocket and sets it down on the bar. The spider moves over to hold it up right with his pedipalps.

Timothy answers with a faint shake of his head and lets the topic go. He rests a chin atop Antha's shoulder, casually rocking her back and forth as he slips his other arm around her. He quiets, waiting to hear Dedrics answer.

Antha closes her discolored eyes briefly, seemingly soothed by the rocking.

David winces a little. "Oh...its dangerous then? Still, its kind of weird...to see him be able to jump like that. One wouldn't guess...but I suppose we can't really see his muscles or anything." He flexes one arm (which is pretty pathetic). "Have you been working out, Tounasu?"

Cameran eyes Tim a moment, then pursing his lips, stands from the table. "Sarrah...gaen tae see aboot tha' fairge oor sammit'. Need tae find mahsehll a placey tae stay'n ahll mon." he nods to the knight and to the table, flexing his arms a bit as he nods to Bing also.

Cameran gets up and leaves the small table by the fireplace.

Kellington snickers a little, "Naw, its not dangerous, but people freak out enough at him as it is...it's worse if he's hopping to and fro...always could jump a bit...he just usualy jumped down off of stuff...It's faster then climbing..." He removes a substance with which to pack his pipe and goes about doing so.

Dedric shrugs, sipping his wine. He nods to Cameran's departure, standing and bowing, before returning to his seated position. He waits to see if an answer is still desired given this new development.

Talandra strides in from the main street.
Talandra has arrived.

Antha smiles pleasantly at Cam, finding him charming in his hard-to-understand way.

Talandra enters shurgging off the chill of the night, she walks to the bar for a cup of tea, smiling to those she's met before, nodding to the others.

David grins at Kell's laborious packing and preparation for smoking. "Do you enjoy doing all that work to smoke?" He asks with a lift of a brown brow.

Kellington nods to Cameran as he prepares to depart and then clears his throat softly before answering David, "Stuffing some junk in the pipe ain't that much work. It's worth it."

Antha looks to Dedric patiently, awaiting his response.

Timothy tips his chin up to watch Cameran rise, "Ah needs shae ye wair the'fairge be. An'wair thair buildin'. Haild oop." He turns his head to drop a kiss on Antha's cheek, "An' ye, lass...ye oowe me dinnair, eh?" He rises, gently pulling Antha up with him.

Talandra turns around so she can lean on the bar, sipping her tea watching all that is going on in the tavern around her.

David smiles in a wise way, then shifts uncomfortably in his chair. He ends up sitting at the very edge of it, leaning forwards onto the table. "I could just cast a spell...and bam...instantly feeling like you'd smoked it."

Antha rises along with Timothy, but gazes at him squarely before asking: "How do you figure?" A trademark smirk accompanies this remark.

Kellington mutters something at his table.

Discreetely, Antha mutters to Timothy, "You're taking away the only comfy seat in this tavern."
Cameran pauses at the door, looking back. "Hay'ap than mon." he smirks a little, and leans against the door as he waits for the knight to get done with his flirting.

Tounasu-no-Kumo dutifuly holds the pipe up until its packed, whereupon he skitters to the other side of the tabletop.

Timothy winks at Antha, "Auh'll spake ahn it in a wee bit." He grins down at Dedric, "Bonnie tae wit ye, mon. Verra shair we'll meet agin." He casts a final grin to Antha, "Auh'll be back la'er, fair lassie."

Antha smiles wolfishly. "Is that a promise or a threat?"

Timothy chuckles, murmuring, "Baith." And he turns on his heel, heading over to join Cameran. He claps the man on the shoulder, "Ahm ready."

David stands up then, perhaps at some encouragement from Kell, and directs his voice towards Tim and Cam. "Oh! Sirs...uh...I'm sorry for the other night."

Cameran heh's and shakes his head. "Ay'an sae y'are. Oot than...WHISk...shoo." and he opens the door for the other highlander, miming a boot in the rear.

Timothy turns his gaze on David, accepting the apology from the young mage with a smile and a bow of his head, adding a bit of warning, "Ah troost i'wilna haippen ain, Laird Dafyd." And here he thought changing lieges would get him away from any form of teaching...growl-grumble.

Antha heads over to the bar, the table now being vacant, and plops down in the stool next to Talandra's. She order dinner from Bing and he scuttles away to go prepare it.

Cameran turns at the last, looking back at David, with a stern regard. "S'nae ahs yes need tae sae sarrah tae lad. Wa're nae th' wans tha' was scart by yes." and with a chuckle, he heads out.