It was Cedar the bear, and to say that he looked confused was an understatement. 

It was a mixture of anger and disgust. His posture, eyes, and how they looked at them, the beating thump of his great heart. Jazdia, once a Sentinel of the Elven nation Varenheim didn't really need her eyes to identify a confused animal, and Cedar, despite his druidic background, was still part beast after all.  

And his growling further reinforced this assessment. 

Jazdia listened, and that was a lot of resentment in one sentence. The Bear finally finished talking, and the Rosenving girl was slightly stunned before she shook herself awake and chimed.

[b][color=#a4161a]"If it isn't my favorite bear! Cedrick? Cedar? Which one's the right one? Anyway, what's with the long face? This day out of all should be one filled with joy!"[/color][/b]

The greeting, cheerful as ever, but it was clear The Bear did not share the sentiment, and it onfly deepen frown in his bearish visage. 

[color=7bcdc8]'...a cause we saved deh prince,..or acause we shud be happeh as people gittin ripped apart in de damn street?'[/color] he scowled, his tiny eyes darted to Yvonne as if searching, and expecting the reply to come more thoughtfully. Of course, it was hard to deliver such a response when you keep lashing out.

[color=7bcdc8]'Cause only one a' dem thangs worth bein' happy 'bout...though from de way dey's actin, dis whole damn place be thinkin' it de secon' one... crazy fuckers, all o' 'em.'[/color]

[color=ec008c]"What about new clothes?"[/color] Jazdia interrupted. Now Cedar's simmering anger was turned to the elf, but she tried to keep herself composed and unprovocative. [color=ec008c]"Most people buy a new set of clothes once a year. To know that our host had prepared one for a special occasion is enough 'something' to be happy about." [/color]

Pausing, Jazdia let her word hang between them, it was still a sharp rebuke, delivered matter-of-factly, but that was the gentlest she could muster,

[color=ec008c]"Let us not tarnish the hospitality provided by not cursing in his palace. About his people, about their way of life and the law of the land." [/color]

Cedar's ears flipped back and forth irritably. And for a mere second, Jazdia thought he would bark or growl some more. What actually followed was Bear hunched his back a bit, retelling what he just saw, fortunately with a slightly calmer tone. 


[color=7bcdc8]'....it wut I was GUNNA do... afores I laid eyes on e'ryone all up each o'er's arses an' carryin' on out 'ere...climbed deh wall, an' looked out tuh see what de commotion was. ... idjiots up on de wall was making dumb fuck noises 'bout havin' ta be up 'ere, insteada out seein' it, an' gettin drunk...an 'ats when I seened what 'eys up tuh. Tiein some beat down barstard up tuh some horses, an slappin' 'em on deh butt ta makes em pull! Ripped at fellar inta chunks, righ' ere in da street, wit' all em people cheerin'! ... .. I jus' wanned sum damn clothes!'[/color]

The accent and the cursing were so overwhelming Jazdia could only shake her head when he finished. 

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A comment about missing quite the sight rose to the tip of the tongue, but seeing how upset the bear - whose exact name was still an enigma - were, Yvonne tactfully changed course. Just a little bit.

[b][color=#a4161a]"They quarterin' someone? Must've been a damn mean motherfucker then, no one will miss the bastard."[/color][/b]

[color=7bcdc8]'YA HAS A NAME FOR IT!?'[/color] His grumble echoed in the palace hall and both women tried to not shake their heads in exaggerated patience. 

[color=ec008c]'Yes, the condemned gets divided into four parts of himself. That's where the name came from."[/color] 

There was a pause, a hopeless pause radiating from the bear that was currently experiencing an extreme cultural shock. Jazdia's deadpan explanation regarding the origin of the name further depressed Cedar, apparently. 

[color=7bcdc8]'What deh hell's wrong wit' you humans?!'[/color] Cedar rambled again, but now in a lower tone. None of them feel inclined to answer that. 

[b][color=#a4161a]Who's getting it though? Any idea?"[/color][/b] Yvonne shifted Sparky, who seemed to be very informed of things somehow. She could bring up some names that may be deserving of the treatment, but there's the small little problem where those people were recently killed by her party. Cant execute a dead man now, can they? 

But Sparky only inclined her head, tactfully shushed her with a single raise of her eyebrow. [i]Not now![/i]

Regardless, she shrugged and patted her disgruntled friend on the... waist, because the shoulders were too tall. [b][color=#a4161a]"Dont overthink it, people can make a spectacle out of damn near anything. These people ain't seeing blood all their lives, they get curious. Especially when it happens to someone very much deserving of it, yeah?"[/color][/b]

Perhaps Yvonne wasn't the best choice for comforting someone.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Anyway, clothes! Since we all need some, let's go together."[/color][/b] A glance confirmed that the maid still stood respectfully aside, waiting for them to stop chatting. Cedar, who seemed to be still in deep thought, but had nobody to entertain his grievance could be heard muttering under his snoring breath. 

[color=7bcdc8]'... clothes.  Yeas... clothes.. uh needs sum clothes'.[/color]