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Post by Stiletta/DGirl/Cassandra on Jan 20, 2006 16:59:53 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from here.] *Cassandra pushes the door into The Crazed Heifer slightly ajar, and looks round the door to see how busy the place is. There are a few people engaged in conversation at one table and at another, a lone man with a hood over his head sits and stares into his drink. She opens the door properly and walks in - the group round the table look up at her as she enters and she notices they have a surprised expression on their faces. This doesn't last long though, as after a moment or two they start chatting amongst themselves once more. Cassandra approaches the bar and calls out for the barman*
"Innkeeper, are you there? It is I, Cassandra! I have returned after some considerable time and I need some answers to what has been happening round here since I've been gone. Please sir, if it's not too much trouble" |
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 20, 2006 18:19:05 GMT
*Owen Vartern the tavern owner hears the young woman calling, and emerges from the cellar. He looks at her for a moment, trying to assess her age, and eventually decides that she's old enough to be served. He can't help being a tad wary of newcomers who demand information before they demand liquor, but for now, Owen is prepared to give the stranger the benefit of the doubt.*
Owen: 'Hello, Miss. I've not seen you in here before, so welcome to the Crazed Heifer. This being a tavern, we specialise in drink. And if you'd care to order one, I'm sure your other requirements can be catered for.'
*The piper, too, has been peering at the woman. He'd didn't fare too well in the music contest at Vanburn, and has been feeling insecure about his abilities. Keen to make an impression on the newcomer, he plays 'Stairway To Heaven'.*
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Post by Shadow Voice on Jan 20, 2006 19:51:59 GMT
*From some were in the shadows comes an icey cold voice.* "Mr. Vartren can supply you with liquied refreshment to quench your pysical thrist my dear young lady. But if you wish to quench your thirst for information......Then I am one who may be able to help." *When Cassandra looks to were the voice came from all she can see is a very vague outline of a figure standing like some sort of ghost or specter in the shadows.* [ModNote: Last seen in Lurking.] |
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Post by Stiletta/DGirl/Cassandra on Jan 20, 2006 21:14:40 GMT
*Cassandra peers into the darkness towards the figure but can't make his features out properly...she turns back to the landlord*
"One moment, sir..." *She approaches the dark figure*
"I would be most grateful for any information you could supply me with...especially regarding the boarding school. Why is it boarded up...has it closed? When I was called away it was full of life...now look at it."
*A wistful look clouds her face as she remembers the great days she had at the school...and the challenges too.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 20, 2006 21:24:28 GMT
*Owen furrows his brow and wonders whether his humble taverner's life is about to get a lot more complicated. Unable to hear the conversation clearly from behind the bar, he taps the barmaid Lanesra, gesturing towards the young woman and her shadowy interlocutor. Taking the hint at 'eavesdropping duty', Lanesra picks up a cloth and heads over to clean a table near the pair, allowing her to listen in.*
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Post by Shadow Voice on Jan 20, 2006 21:25:17 GMT
*The Figure takes something out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth then Cass hears a match strike and see's a flame flicker into life. The flame raises up to the mans face and revelrs a weather beaten face with ptich black eyes, black hair with felcks of grey and a slash of a mouth from which a cigeret is dangaling.*
*His face may be weather beatern but his hands are well manicured this and what she can see of his robes sujest some one of some meens and standing in society.*
"Yes Cassandra the Boarding school has closed. Ever since it was attacked by some manner of creature a few months back the structure was so badly damaged it was declerd unsafe."
"Although one of the techers still resides in Wolfenden. An Atlantian by the name of Zeytan. He has a permenat lodgings at The Wolfs Howl Inn."
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Post by Stiletta/DGirl/Cassandra on Jan 20, 2006 21:36:10 GMT
"Ah...Zeytan. I remember him well, he was one of the best tutors the school has ever had. Hmm...well I'll definately need more magic training as I missed quite a lot because of my departure. Thank you sir"
*She glances round the room and notices the barmaid wiping the table*
"One more thing, sir...are there any shifty new opposition characters I need to watch out for?"
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Post by Shadow Voice on Jan 20, 2006 21:48:45 GMT
*Shadow Voice ponders this question.*
"Well the son of the old Count of Brinkatore, a Marcus Wolfgang Brinkatore has taken up residence in the area he seems nice but his allainces are suspect."
"There's also a Mercerny in town by he name of Leytan again were his loylties lay are up for debate."
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Post by Stiletta/DGirl/Cassandra on Jan 21, 2006 16:56:53 GMT
"I will keep my eye out for them then. And now I must go and find a room at the Wolf's Howl Inn, I have much to attend to in the morning. Thank you for the information sir...here, have this for your help *gives two gold coins to the stranger* Goodbye sir"
*Goes over to the bar and addresses the barman*
"And here are two gold coins for you, for your trouble" *Tosses two gold coins onto the bar counter* "And do not worry, I promise I will be in here for a drink tomorrow" *Grins*
*Puts hood of travelling cloak up and departs The Crazed Heifer*[ModNote: Continued here.]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 22, 2006 15:46:40 GMT
*Owen looks with slight puzzlement at the coins. If he's now being paid for not serving any drinks, then maybe his life is in fact getting easier...
Lanesra joins Owen behind the bar, and reports what she managed to overhear of the conversation. It pleases Owen to hear that neither the young woman nor the man are agents of the Opposition, who are still banned from the Crazed Heifer. But as he looks over at the shady informant, Owen feels uneasy. If the man had confessed to being of the Opposition, then at least it would be clear where his allegiances lay. The sticks that he sets fire to and places in his mouth don't seem magical, yet do seem to be of another place and time.
Owen waits to see what the man's next move will be, hoping for his sake that it's the buying of a drink.
The piper plays 'Agadoo'.*
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Post by Shadow Voice on Jan 22, 2006 20:00:35 GMT
*Shadow Voice dose indeed mover over to the bar though still keeping to the more dimly lit area.*
"An Ale please."
*He asks Lanesra.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 22, 2006 20:30:11 GMT
*Owen can't help but be a little disappointed. Ale is standard fare, and he'd hoped that the stranger would order a more obscure beverage that revealed something about him. Moments later, Lanesra places a flagon of ale on the bar. Owen watches, keen to make sure that, however enigmatic, this customer is a paying customer.
In the old days, the Crazed Heifer had a designated 'information waitress', Mellisandre; but these days, all the tavern's maids are self-appointed information waitresses. It helps them with their cravings for gossip, and allows Owen to keep up with local goings-on as well. With this in mind, Lanesra attempts to strike up a conversation with the prospective drinker.*
Lanesra: Enjoy your ale, and when you've finished, we've plenty more! We... I've not seen you in here before, Sir.
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Post by Shadow Voice on Jan 22, 2006 20:39:57 GMT
*Shadow Voice drinks his ale slowly and looks hard at Lanesra.*
"No you haven't have you Lanesra."
"Been to busy trying to chat up the young lad from the brewery to notice much of anyone recetnyl haven'r you."
*See's the shock in Lanesra's face.*
"Like I said my dear Information is my buissnes. I see all, Hear all and Know all."
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 22, 2006 20:47:30 GMT
*The barmaid quickly forgets her manners.*
Lanesra: S'pose I could just watch 'im from the shadows, like you've no doubt been, but I find chatting 'im up more fun. An' anyway, what concern is it of yours? Interested in me yourself? Or maybe in 'im...
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Post by Shadow Voice on Jan 22, 2006 20:55:13 GMT
*Shadow Voice cold and callou lagugh quickly put Lanesra back in her place.*
"THAT is my concern in it girl. Power Information is power. It can bring down Kings and Queens, destroy or create just like magic, it can be used to make a person rich or poor, and it can be used to simply get under the skin of a Serving wench."
"And don't you think your been just a little hypocritical Lanesra?? Considering you were just a moment ago earves droping on mine and Cassandra's conversation?"
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