The Mistyvale Inn

[Vahene]

Faen casually reaches into her robe and removes a vial. She dumps it in
some ale, and shoves it towards Rhode at the same time she removes
Fuzzy from Rhode's person and puts the spider on the bartop.

Whispering quietly, "I am not a little lamb who is led by anyone. I do
have restrictions, people watching - but someday even the closest to me
will find out how much of a person I am. If Lochwar wants an avatar, or
a back up to his current avatar, that suits me fine. I follow my own laws,
my own rules, and if they happen to differ from the laws of the land from
time to time - so long as I still follow my own code, there isn't a problem.
I am not what I seem, and neither is my brother, though his facade is
much better than mine."

[Mon-da-oth]

Rhode turns reaching slowly for the offered ale while pulling his cloak from Faens lap. The hidden short sword leaving only the cut in the fabric exposing Faems upper thigh to show that it was ever there.

"Tanks fer da ale." he winks at Faen. "Is woulda beens alrights wit outs it thoughs."

He slumps forward slightly on the table and whispers harshly to Faen. "Shoulds Is sees yous as an enemy or someone wots will'n to 'elp?"

He looks around the room with an ironic grin on his face before turning back to gaze at Fuzzy as the spider exposes it fangs . "Powerful venom in dat little one dar. Thin hes be up fer milk'n from sometin utter den me finger?"

[Vahene]

Rhode turns reaching slowly for the offered ale while pulling his cloak from Faens lap. The hidden short sword leaving only the cut in the fabric exposing Faems upper thigh to show that it was ever there.

"Tanks fer da ale." he winks at Faen. "Is woulda beens alrights wit outs it thoughs."

He slumps forward slightly on the table and whispers harshly to Faen. "Shoulds Is sees yous as an enemy or someone wots will'n to 'elp?"

He looks around the room with an ironic grin on his face before turning back to gaze at Fuzzy as the spider exposes it fangs . "Powerful venom in dat little one dar. Thin hes be up fer milk'n from sometin utter den me finger?"

Faen smiles slightly, "I think we've settled any differences we might have
had with one another. I'm always willing to help if I am able," she
whispers. Fuzzy ignores the actual words said but crawls down the bar
and wanders around the tavern. If he heard what Rhode said
about 'milking', he tactfully ignored it.

[Kell]

*Ever so careful but with a smack so quick it's impossible to escape, Aswaith lays a hollow hand over the spider. When he lifts it up, he takes the startled creature to lay it on the palm of his other hand. He scrutinises it, squinting his knowing, trained eyes.* "Well well well.. Who let you out, mm? Don't you know that girls don't like your kind walking about freely? Or maybe it's just fun to hear them scream over something this small, mm?" A soft, friendly smile spreads over his lips, he cocks his head as he keeps looking at the tiny beast. "And you're pretty too. You should return home before they catch you. Kela titta Liante.."

[Mon-da-oth]

Seemingly satisfied with Faen's answer Rhode turns and watches Fuzzy scamper off into the inn only to be captured by Aswaith. As Rhode stares at the elf his expression is hard to read appearing to be a combination of amussment, disgust and down right hatred all thinly hidden behind a smirk.

[Vahene]

*Ever so careful but with a smack so quick it's impossible to escape, Aswaith lays a hollow hand over the spider. When he lifts it up, he takes the startled creature to lay it on the palm of his other hand. He scrutinises it, squinting his knowing, trained eyes.* "Well well well.. Who let you out, mm? Don't you know that girls don't like your kind walking about freely? Or maybe it's just fun to hear them scream over something this small, mm?" A soft, friendly smile spreads over his lips, he cocks his head as he keeps looking at the tiny beast. "And you're pretty too. You should return home before they catch you. Kela titta Liante.."

Fuzzy looks up at Aswaith and looks around, getting his bearings.
Hearing the elf's words, he points one mandible towards Faen, who
appears to be watching the exchange with an amused look.

[Kell]

Fuzzy looks up at Aswaith and looks around, getting his bearings. Hearing the elf's words, he points one mandible towards Faen, who appears to be watching the exchange with an amused look.

"Why don't you go back to your master then. It's safer inside her robes."

He gently sets the spider back upon the table, preparing to return his attention to the ongoing conversation between the ladies.

[Vahene]

Fuzzy skitters down table legs, up bar stools, and darts in and out of
fallen ale glasses. Covered with a myriad of things by the time he
reaches Faen, she just chuckles softly, her expression softening as she
pulls a small cloth from her robes and begins to wipe off her wayward
familiar.

"Found a friend, have you?" She teased the spider.

Fuzzy had the decency to look sheepish.

[Rheia Althia]

Maeve looked to Noa, an interesting look on her face as she finished the remainder of her ale.

"I can't believe how some people treat the guards with such blatant disrespect. I've heard of horrible things done to men for a simple word." She glanced around and her voice lowered so only the two could hear, "I don't know about them, but I wish to keep my head...those Guards have the power to do what they please."

Can't attract attention to myself, I have things I need to do...she thought to herself, jade eyes burning. Even if I wasn't hiding anything, being in the attention of the guards would not be good. I can only explain why I am devout to Tharon so many times...without them wondering. I have been questioned once already.

[SnorriHT]

Latishe glided down the stairs after the Tea party. She spots Maeve drinking with her friends. Latishe glances in Maeve's direction while spying Roggins She is drinking Ale. How inappropriate for a lady she thinks under a mask of friendly civility.

"Ah Roggins. Unfortunately we had an uninvited guest, the Tiefling Chia, who damaged the room. Here is some gold coin for repairs. I am sorry to inconvenience you, and would suggest that you consider permanently banning Chia from your establishement. May the Earthmother be with you."

Latishe then glided to the door and left the Inn.

[Kell]

*Aswaith speaks slowly in his soft, rather low voice. His accent almost makes his sentences sound like those of a song and the undertones of that song betray that he may not be as positive as the words are made to sound.*

"The highest trees catch most wind lady Maeve. Stay inline and you will have little to worry about. We're not allowed to speak, but we can think all we want. In our own homes, we can be who we want to be. It's on a large scale here, but aren't we forced to adapt in that type of ways wherever we go?.. Ultimately, it doesn't do us much harm to adapt. If it doesn't kill us..."

[Noa]

Noa glanced from the exchange of gaze between the woman and the elf, arching her eyebrows as she kept holding the warm mug close to her lips. She once again slightly cocked her head at Aswaith's words, his sudden serious attitude on the subject being a bewilderment to her. Noa quickly abandoned the initiave of questioning further when she remembered the lack of weight from one of her attire's pocket, it still worn under the breastplate. Remembering where the supposed weight had gone to, the face of a quiet elven female pongo suddenly came to her mind.

Thoughtful, Noa sipped a bit from her beverage with somewhat reddened cheeks and a few strands of crimson hair found their way to her eyes, interrupting her thoughts as she looked again to Aswaith and Maeve, awaiting to hear the latter's reply.

[Rheia Althia]

Maeve's inhuman eyes studied Aswaith as he spoke. Her ears picking up the lilting tone of his voice. She pauses a moment before replying.

"You have a point...it doesn't do us much hurt to adapt. Yet some cannot adapt, under certain conditions they either thrive or cease to exist. It is those that I worry for" Those luminous eyes then looked to her empty tankard and back to the druid as she smiled gently.

[BooBooSpooki]

A red-headed gnome stumbles into the inn, orders a stiff drink ("Be sure it ain't elven!"), and flops down close the Marak. She gulps it down in one go and stares at the illusionist for a while as the liquid kicks in.

[Kell]

Maeve's inhuman eyes studied Aswaith as he spoke. Her ears picking up the lilting tone of his voice. She pauses a moment before replying.

"You have a point...it doesn't do us much hurt to adapt. Yet some cannot adapt, under certain conditions they either thrive or cease to exist. It is those that I worry for" Those luminous eyes then looked to her empty tankard and back to the druid as she smiled gently.

"Hmm.." Aswaith nods thoughtfully "I understand your concern. In nature, those that aren't able to adapt eventually die. It are only the common, thinking races that can be so empathic and caring towards their fellow beings. I never did like the eat-or-be-eaten-idea. Much rather I'm one to live and let live. But if the authorities do not condone such an idea.. Where should one begin to save then? And perhaps rather; is it our place to decide who is to be saved or not? Or is it just the way things go and will things even out eventually?

I do hope you wont take me wrong lady Maeve. I don't wish harm upon anybody. My job here is to fix things, like it seems to be yours. But questions remain..."