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Post by Midnightwolf on Nov 15, 2004 18:56:46 GMT
*smiles ferally and tosses some coin onto the serving girls tray* fetch him what he asks for..and clear up "policy" with your boss before making offensive comments to customers.
*inclines head to brollachan and turns to pyron as brollachan orders* So..you got anything going on that a man can take a cut of or shall we exchange pleasntrys for the rest of the afternoon?
*goes into a slightly moody introspection while waiting for pyrons response..obviously botherd some how by the serving girls speech*
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Post by Pyron on Nov 15, 2004 19:16:56 GMT
Well at the moment I'm afraid the work is a bit dry, as I have only just arrived in these lands. Currently I seek work of sorts. So sadly I cannot give you a cut of nothing. I haven't decided what I will do for the rest of the day, though I may do some exploring later on.
*thinks to himself* I hope that serving girl is alright, she didn't seem to bad a lass. Not her fault that Wolf takes after an animal in part.
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Post by Midnightwolf on Nov 15, 2004 20:43:49 GMT
*pryons voice shakes him from his mood and wolf looks at the man opposite him at the table* hmmm... thats a shame
*looks to the window and sees the sun an hour from setting* if youll excuse me i need alittle fresh air...
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Post by Pyron on Nov 15, 2004 21:08:42 GMT
Sure, I don't have a problem with you doing that. Hopefully we might meet sometime in the near future. *Midnightwolf gets up from the table and heads out of the Craized Heffer. [ModNote: And is next seen here.] Both Broll and Pyron remain at the table.* *The piper is playing 'When will I see you again'.* *Pyron turns to Broll* So what do you plan to do until sunset occurs?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 16, 2004 1:50:14 GMT
*Owen Vartern comes storming over, slamming down whatever was last ordered onto the table.*
Owen: 'I'll tell you what he's doing - getting out of my tavern! Normally, I don't mind customers answering back to the serving girls - livens the place up a bit - but the one you were rude to happens to be my niece, Etrusca. She's trying her best to provide a service, and she doesn't need people being rude to her.
'And she was right. This is a place for people to buy drinks first, socialise second, because me and my staff can't earn a living off chatter. The old 'I've got no money' claim is wearing pretty thin. So, you on the wall - finish up and get out!
'And why the hell don't I remember there being a fireplace in my bloody tavern?'
*Owen is angry, and too sober for his own liking.*
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Pyron
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Post by Pyron on Nov 16, 2004 11:13:31 GMT
*Pyron hides his anger at the mistaken identity, to prevent him doing something he regrets.*
My good sir, I am affraid you are slightly mistaken. You see the person that was so rude to your lovely neice has just departed. I'm sure if you ask your neice she will vouch that it was not me who was rude to her, but that it was MidnightWolf who was.
As for the fireplace, I didn't notice it arriving, so I can only assume it has been here for some time. I don't suppose that there were any market traders in last night that were trying to flog fireplaces.
*produces some coins* Here buy yourself and you neice some drinks with this.
[OOC: I thought animals were allowed or did Owen change the rules after that incident with the Moogle and the Frightknight etc?]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 16, 2004 16:53:22 GMT
*Owen is astonished. His voice is even louder and gruffer than it normally is, and yet people don't seem to be listening to him.*
Owen: Why would I need to buy myself drinks? As I believe I pointed out, I own this place!
*Owen addresses Pyron*
Owen: If this Midnightwolf was rude, and he's already left, then I can't very well chuck him out, can I? And my problem's not with you - as I said, it's with your friend on the wall, who answered back to Etrusca, and hasn't been doing anything in the way of drinks-buying.
*Fuming, Owen addresses the wall creature*
Owen: My niece correctly said that 'monsters and beasts without money' aren't welcome here, and she meant you, no one else. So instead of leering at me, do me a favour and get out. If you'd be so kind.
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Post by The Brollachan on Nov 16, 2004 18:57:23 GMT
*Broll is offended and starts to sulk* But I have been here before in another form and have paid for drinks before. It's just in wall form I know not of how to transport money and pay. People tend to get offended if I produce the money via my mouth. My thirst, particularly for knowledge as well as drink is always present. Still I suppose if you insist then I must go. Though it's never a good idea to offend a creature that travels along the very fabric of these places. Much damage can occur through when travelling if I am not careful and am careless. *Fades away into the wall of the Craized Heffer* [ModNote: The Brollachan is next seen here.]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 16, 2004 22:50:03 GMT
*Owen stands still for a moment, then nods at Pyron, before walking off, muttering to himself about freeloaders and fireplaces. Slevela already has a measure of Winterian whisky ready for him when he reaches the bar, and Owen knocks it back, shivering slightly. He finds his smile, and looks over at the piper, who's fallen quiet.*
Owen: Something adventurous!
*The piper plays 'Good Vibrations'.*
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Post by FrightKnight on Nov 17, 2004 14:02:27 GMT
*Just outside of the tavern, FK walks by. It has been a while since anyone saw anything of FK- some of the Powers That be would say tha' twere a good thing. Well, they'd say it out of earshot of FK, of course. The memory that FK has of the Crazed Heifer is unpleasant, considering that lat time he became a teensy bit drunk and got involved in a teensy bit of trouble with the tavern owner. FK makes to go off, when he hears a pleasantly vibrant piece of music* Aww, I can't not go in now I've heard that. *FK, this time with enough cash (OOC: FK managed to earn enough money- just enough to get by- during his time off. It's not like he's a millionaire, though. Within a couple of months he is likely to be broke. again.) to purchase a few non-alcoholic beverages, steps boldly inside and prepares for the devastating reaction that is.... um... silence, apart from the glare of the tavern owner. Strange, there was supposed to be this recoil of horror. Nevertheless, FK is thirsty, and so he confidently strides up to the bar and booms...* I demand your finest fruit juice beverage, stirred not shaken.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 17, 2004 14:35:34 GMT
*Luckily for FrightKnight, Owen has had his tantrum for the day. Plus, the Winterian whisky has gone to his head, and he's temporarily forgotten about the previous incident with FK, and the ban he put on Opposition employees entering the tavern.*
Owen: Trus, serve this... gentleman, would you please?
Etrusca: *A little nervously* Finest fruit juice? That would be... unbruised pear. Take a seat, Sir, and your drink will be brought over.
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Post by Pyron on Nov 17, 2004 20:05:44 GMT
*Pyron notes the time* *thinking* "hmm the market traders and shops should be open by now. Time for me to buy some things, and see if I can do a few deals" *Pyron gets up to leave, taking his glass up to the bar. Pyron then leaves off towards the marketplace and its shops.* * The piper plays "When will I see you again" as Pyron leaves the Craized Heffer* [Pyron will continue in the market place, "a helping hand"]
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Post by FrightKnight on Nov 25, 2004 23:49:01 GMT
*FrightKnight heartily drinks the pear juice. The taste is cool and refreshing, and most agreeable*.
Ah, it's been a little while since I've been in here alright. I've almost become fond of this tavern. Particularly the music. It may seem odd of me to say this, but...I like this entertainment. Much better than the regime under Lord fear, the 'no fun ever' rules...
*FK pauses. Has nayone been listening to him, or has he just been idly talking to himself for the past minute? And does that matter?*
*There is a moment's pause, before FK shrugs and says*
Same again, please.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 26, 2004 0:42:06 GMT
*Owen overhears the name 'Lord Fear' and grits his teeth. He reminds himself that if any Opposition minions come looking for trouble in his tavern, he'll readily supply it for them. The frightknight isn't causing trouble - he's a paying customer, and even seems somehow mellow. Owen decides to let him be, and goes back to pondering the fireplace.*
*Etrusca brings FK another juice, as the piper plays 'Tomorrow's Just Another Day'.*
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Post by FrightKnight on Dec 7, 2004 19:09:15 GMT
*Having had all the refreshment a FrightKnight needs, FK decides the best course of action would be to leave the tavern and go out in search of the latest events.* *Upon walking past the piper, FK pauses momentarily to think about tipping the fellow. Then it occurs to FK that he is a FrightKnight, for crying out loud! He's not supposed to be nice! What on earth is getting into him?* *FK shakes his head and bursts out of the tavern for some fresh air. This is no time to be having some kind of personality crisis!* Must be evil, must be evil, must be evil! Maybe it's best if I go in search of someone- anyone for a bit of that therapy involving herbs and things. Reaffirm my quintessant evilness. (*FK leaves the Crazed Heifer for...another place. Perhaps the Marketplace.)
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