Quote from: Artifacts of Amber;770305Alric listens to the devote trio. "Mighty nice of you". Alric politely nods.

"Karnath if you have some social obligations I am sure me and Caden can scare up whatever we need at the saloon."

In either case we continue to the saloon and find a spot to claim as our own for the moment and order a beer and lunch if possible, for myself at least.

Karni waves to Alric, "I will catch up with you, thanks!"

Quote from: Opaopajr;770269A trio splits from the gossip mill to stop Aldric, Caden, and Karnath, and most notably focused on Karnath, studying her for any symbols or the like.

"But there are a lot more people here now who believe different things. At least "Preacher Sometimes" is a good man who tries to do right and hold this place together. I understand why he's often found nursing a double shot in Geraldine's private rooms."

"However you — " directed to Karnath again, "should go visit the Elder's Place. They'd be delighted to see you and send word back to the 'People of the Sun' about properly receiving so important a member."

Karni shows her shield ensign, that of the Moon and the Spider Woman."The Goddess smiles on the city of the valley, there the people number as reeds. I will also raise a sacred beer in her honor to you, it is all part of her web, like spun from the ear to stalk in blessing. The Sun and Moon together, I will see the Elder's Place and afterwards meet with 'Preacher Sometimes'. Karni says with a graceful, yet easy smile.

Caden follows Alric to the saloon, he has worked a thirst. He will keep his ears open for any useful tidbit he may hear in passing or at the saloon.

Hanalee & Bright Feather

Blushing Phlox Home

"What use is someday when it is already too far? He was like the moon on earth to me, brightness in the dark..."

"I will not find another like him. Not here, not ever. And ties try to hold me here. But I won't be held forever." OOC: Brightleaf, Passive Perception success. She's not just talking about Livonia's Lament...

Looks to Brightleaf, "He spoke of your kind with great love, and sadness. Said I reminded him of happy times, over the mountains. That I was a second chance." Returns to looking at the mountain peaks.

Gets up and goes slowly to a large basket of similar ornate, white linen, likely more of her trousseau. Pores through it, finds what she wants, and returns to you both.

"I cannot leave you empty handed. You are kind, you listened though you came for goods, but... You both must marry, too, find happiness like I." She presents you both with little embroidered kerchiefs with a pink flower on one corner. "This is a gift. Remember love."

Returns to staring at the mountain peaks.

Geraldine's

A jaunty piano tinkling joined by the indeterminate chatter of the rarely thinning crowd merges into a welcoming warmth. Over it all periodically peals a hearty feminine laugh, coming from a tiny ball of 'presence' that floats around the room, visiting tables in turn. A motley crew mobs a bar where a stoic staff serves rapidly with hooded eyes, nods, and wry smiles.

This room has a high roof with a balcony along its edge, some boarder room doors showing along that edge. The edges of this room's first floor shows large double door portals leading to more private, large rooms also bustling with life, or by the bar, a kitchen busy with orders. Bulletin boards, both inside and outside next to the entrance, are periodically visited by people coming and going from this busy place.

Menu

Special: Mesquite Big Horn Sheep with Red Grass Grain & Pine Nut Pilaf — 8 sp

Roasted Ground Squirrel, Corn Pone, & Nettle Greens  — 1 sp

Succotash & Rattler Bits — 6 cp

Dried Brook Trout Fritters — 4 cp

Bar

Ale (4%), gallon — 2 sp, mug — 4 cp

Small Beer (2%), gal. — 1 sp, mug — 2 cp

Whiskey, well — 3 cp/shot, top shelf — 6+ cp/shot

Sage & Chamomile Tea, pot — 8 cp, cup — 2 cp

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"Those gnolls have got to be the ones. They needle us about up in our claims, they scrounge around our dumps, and they scurry about along the paths."

"But they are just like the kobolds, just bigger. Who else is going to be as sneaky and daring than those so small they think no one notices?"

*ahem!*

"Sorry my halfling friend, that isn't to say all smaller creatures are brave and sneaky thieves."

"Oh, I was just clearing my throat. I too think it's the kobolds, it's just what they would do, those bastards."

"Yeah but you got a hate on them ever since they took residence in your claim, knowing shit about silver but liking the location."

"Damn right I do, and you three best do the same before they find our town just as cozy!"

Caden saunters up to the bar and orders a drink. "Whiskey, the cheap stuff."
He is not much of a conversationalist, but none the less he will ask who ever happens to serve his drink if they know much about this graveyard business or at least know someone who does.

Caden

Geraldine's

A welcoming female human, who looks like she's seen plenty and handled her own, takes care of your drink. "The cheap stuff? That's further down Main Street. We have no intentions of rotting a gut here." She smiles friendly like as if sharing a joke, "I'll get you a shot from our well, though. Three copper."

"The far, old graveyard? Not much. Try not to visit if I can, as there is plenty of death around here as it is." Puts both arms on the bar and looks up to think, her arms bigger than most women her size, "Best I can think of would be "Sister Joyous" as she tends to the new graveyard along with her healing rounds."

Straightens up, slaps the bar twice as she breaks to serve another customer. "You'll see her around soon enough, just wait for the blood to spill somewhere down this street. Perhaps she'll know a thing or two."

Bright Feather gives Blushing a grave look..."I shall treasure your gift, though if it's not too untoward of me I feel there is something else holding you from going to your heart's true home" glancing at the mountains then back to her.

Bright Feather

Blushing Phlox Home

"Yes." You think the lips moved, but her voice is outside her, around somehow and hollow. Her eyes remain fixed, unblinking, to the mountain peaks and old.

Geraldine's

Sitting beside Caden. "I'll have the Squirrel, pot of tea and after the meal 2 shots of Top shelf one for each us."

Turning to the person who apologized "Understandable! I know some of us wee folk have a certain reputation and all I can do is show I'm not one that fits that mantle." He smiles congenially.

When the meal arrives he slides across 4 silver for the meal and liquor. "Thanks kind barkeep. Thanks for the information as well"

Shifting closer to Caden and speaking somewhat more quietly. " I think we may have to seek out this Sister Joyous. Since it may be later tonight before any shenanigans requiring her healing occur in town, At least I hope. "

"Who are you? And why hold her from her true heart's desire?"

Caden thanks the woman both for the drink and the information. He turns to Alric "aye it seems we should make a few inquiries of her and I'm not of the mind to wait all night about it." Caden takes a pull at the shot " think we ought to wait for the others?"

Hanalee clutches the kerchief close, her mind driftng back to simpler times. She watches Bright Leaf engage with Blushing Phlox, who seems dark and strange now. "Perhaps it was a mistake to come here," she mutters, watching the other two women carefully.

"Don't see why we should wait unlessen you think they might be able to gather more information from this Sister than you and I."

Alric swigs back his shot after fininshing his meal. "Burns right peaceably on the way down I do say. "

Caden agrees with Alric "Lets get a move on then, I figure we can gather what we need to know just fine on our own."

Hanalee & Bright Feather

Blushing Phlox Home

A wracking cough tears the silence downstairs. She gets up, still in a reverie, apologizes in that same haunting, disembodied voice, and goes downstairs.

You hear an old female voice, "Is that you, my flower? Dad is having another fit. Needs another herbal rub. And I need your help to the slop jar again. I'm so sorry dear..."

The trousseau amid the bedroom, with the peaks in the window, leaves a tableau of marriage's joyful promise. A light summer breeze comes in while you two are there alone.