[Reaver's Latitude Tavern: The date is September 4288. It is now night.]

The Reaver's Latitude Tavern is where the locals come to drink, game, talk, and generally relax. The atmosphere in the main room is crowded, smoke-filled and noisy. In the southeast corner, to the right of the main door as you enter, is a large stone fireplace; on the other side of the door, a window shows the flickering torchlight from the village street. The furniture is coarse, yet comfortable; mostly plain wood, but a few of the chairs have upholstered seats. Hardly any of it has escaped the years unscathed, though; nearly every table, chair and barstool carries nicks, dents and stains, whether from bar fights or simply clumsy customers. The wooden floorboards are regularly swept clean. At the far end of the room is a long bar, and on the wall over it a large, hand painted sign. Behind the bar you can see a door leading to the tavern kitchen. A staircase along the west wall leads up to guest quarters where weary travellers can rest and relax.

Jonathan Bing says, "Greetings lass! Welcome to the Reaver's Latitude. Can I be getting you something then? Just take a look at our menu..."
Jamie says, "With Clara, she is staying faithful to me, and the children adore her."
[Timothy just looked at me.]

[Jamie:

Before you is a girl who appears to be in her mid-teens at most. Her eyes are very blue, almost an icy blue, that usually sparkle when she is happy. They seem to look tired much of the time, but still tend to sparkle as they alwayshave. Her hair is long, almost to the small of her back, black and wavy. Now however, it is put up, less easy to be pulled by infant hands that way. Her skin is pale, and her hands small and slender. Her right finger is now fanciedwith a beautiful ruby ring, with diamonds set on either side. Placed atop her head is a silver band, the V point containing a small crystal drop, which dangles. Crystaldrop earrings dangle from her ears as well.
Jamie wears an interesting material combination when it comes to this gown. Thetotal styling of the gown is that of a ballgown with the fitted bodice and fullskirt starting at the waistline. The bodice is made of heavy white silk with a jewel neckline. It is sleeveless which makes it perfect for those warm summer events, but with the neckline encircling the base of Jamie's neck it is modest andin no need of jewels about the neck. The full skirt of this gown is made of a light green, tiny printed silk. With layers of white tulle underneath to fill outthe voluminous skirt. On her feet she wear a pair of white leather sandals while in her hair and at the waist line of the skirt is a white and yellow daisy. Her wait has gone down quite a bit since having the children, though she is not as slender as she once was. She could still turn a few heads however, and possibly still be the same Jamie, just different. Her attitude has changed greatly however.]

Timothy is seated with Jamie, a glass of whiskey in hand. His blue eyes turn to Antha, a faint smile and a nod, offered in acknowledgment.
Antha mimics the acknowledgement and makes her way over to Timothy and Jamie.
Jamie looks to the new arrival and smiles. "Good evening." Lifting her glass of brandy, she watches Timothy a moment.
Antha gestures to a seat at the carved table, "Good eve'. May I join you?"
Timothy gestures toward the open chair, reaching to lay his lute across his lap. "Antha... guid eve tae ye, lass."
Timothy nods toward Jamie, "Have ye tae met?"
Antha pulls a wooden chair from another table over to the one Jamie and Timothy currently sit at and straddles it backwards. She extends her hand to Jamie, "Nice to meet you."
Jamie tries to think, but is unsure, other then her children and Timothy, he memory seems to be going, or so she thinks. "Um, I do not believe so." she extends a hand to the other girl. "A pleasure to meet you as well."
Antha shakes Jamie's hand and then rests her arms atop the back of the chair. "Your jewelry is exquisite, if I may say."
The corners of Timothy's mouth quirk, his blue eyes moving over Jamie with quiet assessment.
Jamie looks to it and smiles a bit, "Thank you, much of it has been gifts." My latest piece I got for my birthday was rather nice, I think those in my old home really like to spoil me." she doesn't give any names, Timothy may know who she is speaking of anyways.
Antha hmms and cocks her head. "Old home?"
Timothy casually trails his fingers across the strings of his lute, his attention on the conversation between the two ladies.
Jamie nods, "Where I was born, where I lived before I came to Waes a long time ago." feeling Timothy's eyes on her she glances to him and smiles at him, before continuing. "It's called Piquaximir." she's not going into the full story, she is tired of telling it, and she is sure Timothy is tired of hearing it. "My father was close with the King there, and we keep in contact."
:nods, accepting this as fact. She gestures to Bing for a whiskey before turning back to Jamie and Timothy. "How long have you two known each other?" She directs the question to both. Antha nods, accepting this as fact. She gestures to Bing for a whiskey before turning back to Jamie and Timothy. "How long have you two known each other?" She directs the question to both.

[Antha:

Obviously of island-born decent, her skin is a creamy bronze and her pin-straight hair, which is plaited to the small of her back, is silky and raven-hued. Under straight, black brows, her eyes are like cold marbles. The right one is azure and the left is darker than coal; a strange quality that is unexpected from her apparent heritage. Her soft pink lips are pouty without having a pouty expression; in fact, her lips seem curved into a perpetual, contemplative scowl. Although her disposition seemed standoffish and tough, her exotic looks are appealing.
She stands at 5'8", wearing a necklace of carved wooden beads above a crimson, form-fitting shirt. The sleeves are non-existent; the straps are thin and criss-cross on her back. Her bosom is not overly large, but generally pleasing. Arms exposed, you can see a marvelous tapestry of muscles; a network of sinews and tendons that likely covers her entire body. On her legs, she's adorned in a pair of loose mud-brown pants that hang on her hips. Her feet are covered with plain brown boots.]

Timothy casts a dimpled grin to Jamie, answering softly, "Since the womon afore ye was a lass oov nae mair that 13 years."
Jamie thinks on that one, "And now I'm 18, and it seems like I have known you much longer then that." she smiles at him.
Bing delivers Antha's whiskey and she thanks him politely. She wraps her lips around the rim and takes a sip. "So you must know each other like the backs of your hands."
The troubador leans down to check the tuning of his instrument for a moment. Satisfied, he starts to play Come All Ye Fair and Tender Ladies.
Timothy arches a brow at Antha, "The lass an I have been friends fer a time."
Jamie glances to Antha and smiles, "Pretty close, we've had alot of good times, and bad, like any friendship." she glances to Timothy again, "More good though I would say."
Antha hums along with the troubador music to herself for a few minutes before saying, "So, how's your day been, Timothy?"
The rafters creak ominously.
Timothy plays along with Eric, "Quiet. A goot a loot oov paperword doone. An' ye, lass?"
Antha smiles brightly. "I visited the castle library. Like a treasure box of literature, it is."
Timothy inclines his head, "Aye. There is little the library doesna have. What is yer particular interest?" "I browsed through the geography section, but the poetry section was marvelous and so comprehensive."
Jamie smiles to Antha, "You like to read as well then? I had visited there several times, and can never seem to find an end to the books there." she then waits for her to answer Timothy first.
Timothy is more listening then speaking at the moment. He's just enjoying the company.
Antha replies, "Every chance I get." She grimaces and admits: "I went there hoping to be able to help our friend with his quest...I got kind of side-tracked."
Timothy rests ankle to knee, "Ahhh, an' has he any loock?"
Antha shrugs despontedly. "I haven't seen him recently."
Antha turns back to Jamie. "What kind of books do you enjoy?"
Jamie says, "Oh everything I can get my hands on, though I do enjoy reading about plants, as well as cultures of other lands." she smiles dreamy like, "Though poetry and novels are in there too, I just read anything and everything."
Antha smiles thoughtfully. "Why plants?"
Jamie shrugs, "Well I like flowers and plants, like watching them grow and bloom. Some of the books give me ideas on how to take care of them, and perhapse one day...." a glance to Timothy, he's heard this dream before, "I can get a buisness started where I can provide plants for other peoples homes. To fancy there yards with plants they might not find just any place." she counts off on her fingers, "There are things like orchids and beautiful exotic flowers that can't grow just anywhere, and I plan to gather some and replant them in green houses."
Timothy smiles faintly in Jamie's direction though he continues to maintain his quiet. (mostly due to a minor rl crisis)
Antha takes of her whiskey. "How did you become interested in that?" She smiles ruefully. "I don't think I've ever met anyone who wanted to use plants for anything other than healing, or healing of the hallucenigenic sort."
The minstrel launches into a rendition of The Water is Wide.
Jamie shrugs, "Well, the gardens here in town, and the ones in the castle had started a good part of it, and since I have my own home, and wish it to be pretty, I thought it would be good to start there. Then start helping with others gardens, should they not have green thumbs, as the term goes."
"Sounds profitable." Antha says.
"I hope so anyways, I would like to be able to earn my own money, and not depend on others to survive." Jamie glances to Timothy again.
Bing nods. "Aye, I've heard that there's a deal of smuggling coming out of the port to the south."
Antha down the last of her whiskey, her eyes noticeably less lucid now. "Ahh. An honorable goal. So how the steps towards your goal going?"
Jamie shrugs, "Well at the moment, not gotten started yet, well, not to that extent, I plan to get the nurseries built and seedlings started. I will have to take a trip as well, to get some of ther other exotic ones brought back."
"Oh yeah? Where do you plan to travel to for them?" Antha asks.
Jamie smiles, "Wherever, too all the corners of the disc if I have to."
Antha smiles in return. "Sounds like quite a trip." She gestures for another whiskey from Bing. He brings it and she downs it quickly. She scowls a moment at the taste, then her face relaxes. She cocks her finger at you to indicate she would like to whisper something to you.
Jamie says, "Back home to get some of our grapes, and see if I can't get a good crop started, as well as some of the shrubs and trees that we don't have here." then at your gesture she leans in to listen to the whisper. "What is it?"
Antha whispers, "You've know Timothy for 5 years. He boasts of his..ahem..sexual prowess. You've glanced at him in a curious way for quite a while. I was wondering if you can vouch for him?" to Jamie.
Jamie blushes a very bright red and just looks at Antha. Then leans in to whisper back.
Timothy glances up at the whispering women, lifting one leg to tip his chair back, a cascade of notes falling from the lute he holds.
Jamie whispers: Well, I can't vouch for anyone else, but he and I had a situation a time or two.
Jamie senses, "Antha smirks slyly, "Really? I'm intrigued."" Antha smirks at Timothy and waves a dismissive, slightly buzzed hand as if to say, "Just girl talk."
Jamie smiles at Antha, though her face is still ssomewhat red. Then glancing back to Timothy she decides to just act as though a perticular question never was asked.
Antha giggles, unabashed.
Timothy arches one ebony brow, a soft rumbling laugh moving through his chest. He nods to the ladies and turns his attention to the music.
Jamie says, "So Sir TImothy..." she aims her attention at him for awhile, "Have you thought much about anoter sparring session in the Chantry?" she may be 18, but she still loves to have fun. "Or are you too buisy until the court returns?"
Antha whispers, "That's okay, I'll find out on my own. Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in him romantically; just sexually." to Jamie.
Timothy gives a gentle shake of his head, "Verra quiet. Ye are wellcoome tae droop by."
Jamie smiles, "Good, I'd been practicing lately, and I might just end up kicking your backside." she teases.
Timothy chuckles in response, "I'll give ye a chance tae try, eh?"
Antha rises a little bit drunk, "I'll see the two of you later. I'm just gonna go howl at the moon or something. Nice meeting you Jamie. Goodnight Timothy." With that, she heads out of the tavern.