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Definitely. Thanks looing forward to getting more involved. I'm glad i waited to post and have everyone else to interact with. ^^
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Marcon Eye of the beholder/Dawnhaven

The guards were different here, he thought. Not standing at attention allong the walls or spaced evenly behind the prince. Instead they seemed to be scattered about the tables enjoying their breakfast while others were intimately watching the blond and the woman in red converse thusly. He gave it a shrug as a sign of the times or maybe since the town or villa was still being formed decorum was not as important for the time being? With another bite of stew he watched the events unfold.

A few more bites after the two royals departed to go about their day a little put off that the Prince didnt stop to the new face in his realm but then again it seemed to Marcon that the young man had his hands full and was rushing from one engagement to the next with little to no time in between. He would make a note to find some time later, maybe, or just see about the locals. Hell he wasnt a man with any real title other than Sir or champion, and it was clear by their note of his presence no one in this place really seemed to pay the old man any real mind. Feeling his heart sink a bit at the thought and with the last bit of stew on his spoon gone he wiped his mouth and stood up, "All right now lets see about this door."

As he sized up how he was going to cut out the actual door from the heartwood, it occurred to him that the best possible size was the actual door itself. Approaching the building Ivor stepped up to the door and began to un-wedge it from the frame. It took a bit of effort considering he put it there to begin with, he hoped he wasn’t breaking anything else inside with his racket. Finally the door unjammed with a loud crack as more wood splintered away from the remaining hinge plates. Looking inside Ivor wanted to make sure that people were both okay and that he didn’t cause more damage than he already had. Giving a sheepish grin to the people around, he simply stated, “Ivor sorry, but I must borrow this door to make a new door; excuse me.” Politely, he backed both himself and the door out of the tavern. Walking back to the log, he placed the broken door over a flattened area and using that as reference, started hacking out a shape with his hatchet.

Gathering his bag from the cart and strapping his tool belt he walked back to the front of the tavern slash inn to give the ...pine door a good once over. Seemed too splintered from the battle to be in tact, save for a poor set of hinges that were torn from the wood. The frame held and the door being pine was not ...alright. He would walk over to Ivor and give the burly guy a once over wishing he had about a hundred of these beasts in his last campaign. Watching him hack away at the large log for the door. "I'm called Marcon. You really..." He stopped himself not wanting to fight the man feeling something off about him. Maybe if the champion was thirty years younger a good sparing partner but now, time was not on his side to take on any newcomers of this size. Though he thought what a tale it would have been. "I have new hinges for the door when your done."

"Now then..." He looked about the streets and what not his mind still wanting to see the perimeter in his old captain mindset but instead went about trying to locate a current build going up to speak with whomever was currently in charge and offering his services. It wouldnt take long. A home by the looks of it half framed and the stones for the supports being mudded in place. The old warrior walked up to the crew, "I'm a carpenter looking for work, if you have need of me. Marcon Brand is my name. How many crews are here in Dawnhaven? Are there any plans or markers for the construction going on?" He wanted to ask about the perimeter wall if any was in the process of being erected but thought that type of questioning by a new face just might get him into a spot of trouble, so he refrained.

From the looks of things they were building level by level most of the buildings he walked by were a smart two story and not very elaborate. The old man admitted that they seemed decent although just a touch disorganized. Seemed two people teams were trying to do everything all at once which were slowing down the framing crews. who were pissing off the stone crew, and the helper teams were just sitting about waiting for the call for more lumber to be bought about. With a deep sigh Marcon shook his head and put on his stern face. "You there what's your name? Right..No Everyone just stop! Who is in charge of this... site?" He bit his tongue figuratively holding back the harshness of his captain mode.

"In charge? Is that a joke? We are just trying to get this up and move to the next, but the wood isnt exactly being cut in the amount or sizes we need all the time. and then there is the stone masons that seem to be in a hurry to encase the work before its even done." An average dark aired man said who was one of the three carpenters.

"Right. I see that. Alright, fine stone masons you have other sites? Go ahead and start on the footings for them and only the footings. Where are the lumber carfters at right now? Give me the plans for the build."

The carpenter crew burst out laughing and snickering at the old man. "You kidding gov? The plans are all up in 'er heads. Three room home nothing fancy, that's what the 'plans' say." The second younger carpenter with corn blond hair spoke out of turn and by the head nods everyone seemed to be in agreement with the statement.

"Holy nine hells. So this is all free formed with nothing more then three rooms and square? How are the lumber teams suppose to cut on that? Alright look.." Marcon glanced about the area and found a piece of wood er stick of sorts and started to draw in the snow. but it wasnt really working. Going to his cart he came back with a piece of charcole type pencil and a flat board to draw up some plans. "So here is what I'm seeing, and here... is what is going to happen. I'll make variations to change it up a bit but we can use the same cuts on all of them. Support beams here and here and ...here. Then windows, two doors, ...oh we'll need mud for the masons so every third home is getting a root cellar." He looked about with everyone shaking their head seemingly glad to have a plan. "Right now I'm going to have a word with the lumber jacks about the amounts size and what we need on a daily. So where are they at?" He shoo'ed them back to work with his hands and turned to the cart and to the team. Seemed they were about to be used as sled pullers. Stepping up he gave the reigns a light whip and soon was off in the direction of the lumber camp. Already imagining the debacle he would have to sort over there as well.

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Becky Hill Sya -Dawnhaven

“Don't worry, I have enough gold. Can run a test menu and see how much return I see, you really might be overestimating what we have!” Sya said but with no harshness, Becky seemed rather cheerful vs the other Lunarians she had met, they seemed more dour but Becky was more a bright glowing fire of energy and good emotions.

“Where I grew up, we were lucky to get them at the Lord's feast. But we brewed some really good local Shine of Selene. We traded it pretty widely in borders. ” Becky had obviously grown up and lived in a far more prosperous place than Sya and would not hold it against her, her lover was a noble lady but had so far just wanted intimate companionship and mutual treatment of each other.

"Oh! I have a dozen ideas if the ingredients are there. I hope this merchant @The Savant can get us a steady supply. We dont really have a lot stock in the tavern for much else than loaves of bread but I can get up and start a little early on that. Might be goo to see about a brick oven to be built at some point. They help in the cold season and with drawing in the crowd with the scent. Muffins bread pastries and cakes, I'll have cornered the market in this town in a week if we can do that! You'll see!" She casually nudges the tavern owner with her shoulder giving her big hearted smile!

Sya lack of a coat was not a issue to her, cold weather never had been an issue and just stayed in her tavern attire, the long skirt kept the wind off but did not have heavy fabrics, magnetic for comfort when winter really hit but this was a balmy day for a blightborn.
“it will be fine.” Sya waved her worry off and began to head out the eye, the fire burner almost constantly and they had now burned down yet. “A large hot spring, natural, has a public and more private area. It feels really nice to just stretch out in the water. It's a luxury for sure. your skin feels so much better and aches all vanish..” She said with a soft sigh.

Sya held no such fear of the dark and strode out into the night with no apprehension, she had at least two knives on her though and was hardly helpless. She blinked and soon adapted to the changing light as the whole world resolved into grey shades far into the distance. “I'm sweet enough I'm sure.” Sya said with a cheeky statement, she was feeling more like her old self, unsure how that was a thing.

Walking side by side Becky was all smile and heavy footed as they trekked there way to the merchants building. She glanced about the town still in construction and noticed the design style was more from what she heard at least Aurellian with the stones in the build to be warmed by a sun that might neve rise again. Seemed like a sturdy design. She just missed the cobble streets of Lunaris in stead of this slush of snow and mud. Come spring the heavier carts will have a hard time in this place.

Her eyes lit up. "So its a large bath? A hot bath?! Like with hot water?" Her voice nearly turned into the child like squeal of her excitement! Hot water was for the rich even back home lugging pots of hot water to the tub was a chore, sure she found a work around by heating up a stone in the dying oven heat before and carrying that with tongs to the tub and heating the water this way was nice but she couldnt get in it for fear of burning herself against the hot stone. So best she did was hot water while the dark haired woman bathed with her wash cloth and soap on a towel spread out under her. A few times this made the curvy baker give a dish a glare for enjoying such things as a hot soak. Now she would finally have a chance to try this exquisite joy for herself after so long!! Becky wasnt sure where it was so she tried her best to learn the location from her surroundings. For sure the baker would be a regular to this place nearly every night if she was to have any say!

The sweet enough statement had Becky turning her dark eyes to her employer and smile. "Dont you worry none about that Sya, when I'm done with the menu everyone will know just how sweet your place is!" She waved out her hand in an arch, "People will come all over to taste these treats when the word gets out. They will say, Sya's place is the sweet spot of the whole land! Finger licking sugar shack of either kingdom for sure!" Turning her voice a little gruffer, "No place I'd rather be then at the eye of the beholder for tasty cakes and sticky buns!" She smiled beaming really at the thought of making so many new and exciting desserts for travelers to spread the word and like the tide have double the number return. Becky imagined a shameless image of her in a tub of hot water made of gold eating cake. Her foot steps getting a little faster eager to see this hot springs!

“Relax, I can see perfectly, just all..greyish bluey green” Sya said, hooking an arm with Becky seeing as she was less sure so they would not get separated. Sya waved To Ivor, seeing him with a whole tree and spoke in a more guttural and harsher mix of border languages with Lunarian, Auralian and other loaned words. “Good morning, There's a big town clan meet, moon. Half way. Western sky. You might not have got and too few of us know this one, If you have spare firewood, I might need more, we have a baker to support Hunter Ivor.” Sya said to him and gestured to Becky next to her before she turned to lead them to the marketplace, much as it was one. Sya sounded almost more natural in that version than the common tongue as she had spoken the border language since she was a babbling baby. Sya was comically smaller than the giant woodsman though she had come to know his massive size was not intending harm to those maliciously.

The man she was introduced to set Becky's face a flame. He was big and burly with red hair as tall as any man she had ever seen! The wild look in his eyes made her legs feel like a new born deer. Her heart raced inside her chest as she looked him over in awe. Suddenly all the cake and spa thoughts melted from her mind as she found something more to life in the moment when her eyes soaked in every single mouth watering morsel that was this Ivor! Giving the huge mountain of a man a very impish wave using only the tips of her fingers to wiggle she hoped he would bring her all the fire wood in the forest to her door. Becky in turn would give him all the... meat he could ever want. "I am the cook." She said hesitantly biting her lower lip wishing she was more impressive sounding. "We were on our way to the merchant to see about supplies." Shyly darting her eyes up at him, only to have them settle back on his abs, they looked like a row of biscuits fresh from the stove, so hot ...and yummy. "I'll need a bout five bundles a day." She said in a very breathy tone, giving her figure a bit of a pose stance. She wished her hair was down but there was no time. Why the hell did she never think that there would be men out here in the frontier that would look like that!? Now he the mountain would be coming by daily to deliver, wood. The robust woman fanned her face with both hands. The heat from five stoves was all around her.

Sya had no fear as she wound her way about to the stalls and traders set up in the early morning. Flicking torches lit the wares and lamps of various kinds. “So, what do you think Becky? Anything you can work with?. The hot spring that way, post office is the tall structure, umm.. the postmaster is…Embrkin, however Pilades…is an acquired taste” Sya said with all honesty, he was perfectly hospitable but very much you liked him or you hated him.

She was still lost in her Ivor fantasies when she sleepily nodded to the "anything you can work with" comment. Coming to when she noticed he was gone and they were in what must have been the town square. She sucked on her thick bottom lip looking about the land seeing the buildings and finding it very hard to focus. She noted the market building and pointed still feeling the burning fire in her face she tried her best to form words, "That way. We need to place some orders with the merchant. @The Savant Then we can head of to this spa!" She was all excited but a little too excited, surely Sya would notice if she was to bathe now. No, it would have to wait for the baker to calm a bit before that.

Entering the market building she looked about. "Hello?"

mentions: @The MusePrince Astaros @The Savant
Interactions: Sya @PrinceAlexus construction crews @The Muse Sunni @The Savant ivor @SkeankySnack

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Post office...

Before he could escape up the stairs and back to his reading and enjoyment of tea. He heard another voice, unfamiliar like the last, and he let out a sigh. This time, he found himself in front of another blight born @amorphical, and she wasn’t familiar either. How strange… he thought while examining her deathly pale skin and bright crimson eyes. “Quite a few people seem to be needing those items today,” He chuckled a little bit while stepping back up to the counter. Parchment and a quill and ink. The lady before him might notice that her energy did not bother him at all. Throughout his eight years of being a blight born himself, he had come across a variety of horrifying individuals, and at first, it did bother him. The stares, the energy, and so on. Now he was completely desensitized to it.

“I’m the only courier around Dawnhaven and known to be the fastest and most discreet,” Pleiades forced a smile since he took her words as more condescending or snarky than anything. Almost sounding as if he felt like she should know that —- The woman in front of him was clearly not familiar with Dawnhaven or its resources or people. “And I am sorry but you can stand here and talk to me. I’m not meeting you anywhere else. I really don’t care to waste my time with formalities or distractions. If you need a courier, delivery, or similar service. I’m right here, Pleiades Porter is the name,” Pleiades grinned slightly with ingenuity. His tone was sassy in a sense with the woman because he felt like she was overly demanding and requestful. However, he thought about a lot of people who required him to deliver letters and so on. People were so pushy for quick and reliable service that it annoyed him at times. It was nothing personal.

He put the items that the woman needed on the counter. A small stack of parchment paper along with a quill made out of one of his feathers, and a small half-ounce bottle of ink that was corked. Pleiades seemed confused, “A bargain with the prince?” Pleiades sounded baffled at the question. Shrugging his shoulders at the thought which caused his wings to shift slightly, unfold a little, and refold neatly. “What do you mean by bargain? He practically asked me to not hurt people or fuck everyone in town to death but that isn’t a bargain? He tells me not to accept sexual acts as payments for my services either but I only can promise that doesn’t happen in Dawnhaven” The man sounded unsure as he pushed the items to the other side of the counter so she could reach them more easily. Even in his uncertainty, Pleiades chuckled at his words, since he casually accepted sex from people outside of Dawnhaven. He was trying his best to behave in this small boring town.

Slowly to not be misunderstood Olivia reached outward from her cloak with a coin purse listening to the Blight figure at the counter. The cream colored woman paused realizing she was still in regal mode from earlier with the Prince of this new territory. Relaxing her posture, "I see, My apology I've never used a courier before... Of course, Sir Porter. When could you possibly dispatch this letter for me and how much would it cost to deliver?" Her tone was far softer and warmer when addressing the other blight born. Her eyes constantly glancing at the enthralling wings he was adorn with. "I need this to go to a lady in waiting named Jaylen she is the keep at the far west end of the region of Durantel, which is to the north of here."Secretly wondering if he could fly or just glide? Olivia would pay for the items and service with a fair tip of 20% for her earlier rudeness. Feeling a little sympathetic being blight borne herself, knew how someone with huge wings and sea green skin could have trouble with clientele. Though there was something oddly soothing about his mannerisms and tone that would in a different setting and circumstance might of made her more receptive. The woman with the snow white hair pursed her lips as she scolded herself for being so curt with him. Impatience was a poor excuse for lack of courtesies in a first impression and now she had feared to have already left a negative mark on Porter.

He put the items that the woman needed on the counter. A small stack of parchment paper along with a quill made out of one of his feathers, and a small half-ounce bottle of ink that was corked. Pleiades seemed confused, “A bargain with the prince?” Pleiades sounded baffled at the question. Shrugging his shoulders at the thought which caused his wings to shift slightly, unfold a little, and refold neatly. “What do you mean by bargain? He practically asked me to not hurt people or fuck everyone in town to death but that isn’t a bargain? He tells me not to accept sexual acts as payments for my services either but I only can promise that doesn’t happen in Dawnhaven” The man sounded unsure as he pushed the items to the other side of the counter so she could reach them more easily. Even in his uncertainty, Pleiades chuckled at his words, since he casually accepted sex from people outside of Dawnhaven. He was trying his best to behave in this small boring town.

"Would it if I wrote it over here? Do you have any wax for a seal?" The ruby eyed woman asked in a kind and respectful tone. Realizing how much she was learning of the world and common way of speaking to people. Casting the occasional glance out from under the black fur hood. Looking back at the guard who never identified themselves... and left. "You came very recommended, by the guard who also guided me to you, establishment. I appreciate your service in this town. I honestly feared the town wouldn't have a service like this available."

On the far end of the counter she would set herself up and start to write the letter to Jaylen. The dark cloak hiding her figure creating a dark wraith like shape as the feather moved in twirls and twists accentuating her letter loops. When it was done a few minutes later Olivia folded the letter into a what would resemble a rectangular envelope pouring the hot wax over the triangle tip of the message before pressing the seal into the wax. Looking up from under the hood at the winged man, she half heartedly smiled at him while handing over the parcel.

The white haired monster chewed on her own lower lip slightly as she tired to formulate the precise way to go about asking intimate details to a stranger about information she had a personal investment in knowing. Taken back from the admission of violence or sex, seeing the other with more interest on who the dark angelic figures partners would be. Surely other birds were too small... "I am in negotiations with the prince, however Prince Astaros seems to have ulterior thoughts to the negotiations in myself residing here. Since you are a blight born I was wondering to the particulars of what he might be interested in to allow my stay. Perhaps you Sir Porter, might have some insight to that topic?"

@The Savant

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streets of dawn haven- Post office

He pushed into the post office, he thought it was the post office, it was tall, a several story structure that looked rather much like a tower that matched the description a passer by had given him anyway. He passed a woman who raised his hairs on the back of neck who seemed to have more grace than a human.

The woman had been dressed in dark clothes with very pale skin if his view of her hand was correct, hooded, Cloaked and clad in furs. She gave him an automatic urge to move his hand to hilt but made no such movement. The woman screamed danger? His gut feeling said it was dangerous, and he never ignored his gut feelings. “Postmaster? you around?” He was curious about the whole thing, people said the postmaster was a monster, a man, a bird.. many rumours but what was the truth?

"Excuse me, sir Might you direct me to a place for dry goods? A pen and parchment? I need to send out a message to another town urgently. Would you know of a place in town that I might do this?" Her words as cold as the air outside. The woman beneath the dark cloak smiled feeling the guards uncertainty about her, the tension. Her hunger tried to stir but was quickly stifled by her strength of will. Silently like his own shadow she followed him to the place. A building that resembled a tower of sorts. The gentlemen never offered his name and the Lady saw no reason to be so intrusive. He was a guard for the town and that was good enough. Just two ships that sailed close to one another in the night.

Entering the place felt humid from the steaming of wood to turn into paper. The few lamps placed in various spots secured by wall anchors for illumination. Even in the day the building and world was cloaked in shadows and darkness. Much like the cloak she wore. She waited her turn watching the guard make his request and the man who looked to her like some fallen angel from a book she had read once before in the library when she was but a girl. The black feathers and dark hair was a sight to behold and one not easily forgotten but his skin was a pale color of the sea. He was tall yes, very tall as he stood there waiting on her as she stepped forward with her request looking up at him allowed her gaze to drift beyond the fur lining of the hood and free the ruby eyes from the dark eclipse.

"Are you the one? I am in need of parchment, pen, and ink." Her voice calm and indifferent, her gaze was piercing and ominous, but not threatening. More like the hiss of a serpent that sweetly promised its warning if one should venture too close. He could see the pale skin from her face down her slender neck to the open top below like a princess born of snow and yet very much alive. She wore the simple brown blouse and black ankle length skirt hiding the knee high boots beneath. "I will need a courier as well in a urgent matter. The fastest one you know but the most discrete. Might you put me in contact with such a person? I will require their name and a meeting place, in town." Her eyes glanced about to se if there was a writing station, but then rethought about who might over see her message and decided the room back at the tavern to be more discrete. She stood at the other side of the counter watching the angelic creature, did the blight actually create such a sight? Truly she thought it was a curse to shape people in such a manner. The prince had the courage of his father to allow such creatures as the blight created to dwell in such close proximity. Hesitantly she cast as side glance as she found herself asking the question. "Did you have to strike a bargain with the Prince to stay here as well?" The Lady's voice was that of shy curiosity. Even as the ruby eyes were no less inviting. She squinted her gaze trying to notice any tells in his answer. Not many chances to meet another born of the blight and this town seemed like her chance to learn more about 'her people'.

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Lord Coswain@The Savant Pleiades @PrinceAlexus

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@The Savant

Maybe Olivia was directed to the post office. surely they would have writing material on hand?

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@The Savant

Be advised... I dont know when or where but I swear one of my characters will rp with you at some point... some time... some how.

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Eye of the beholder

“Very well. I am eternally grateful for your support.” He held his warm diplomatic smile as he locked eyes with her, bowing his head slightly in a show of respect. “We can assign guards to your cargo. The Lunarians here know the mountain paths well and can ensure their safety. In fact, I will speak with Lord Coswain, who arrived yesterday. He should be able to assist you in this matter.” He glanced toward the Lunarian guards scattered among tables in the tavern. Though fewer in number than the Aurelian guards, they were valuable for their knowledge of the land. He would send a mixture of Lunarian and Aurelian guards with each cargo train—the Aurelian guards would need to learn the ways from their new Lunarian brothers.

“I do have one requirement, however, if you are to live here.” he stated, returning his emerald eyes to her red ones. “We will have a formal interview before I allow it.” He studied her for a moment, letting his request sink in. “We must discuss… your condition.” he said, gesturing to her and meaning her obvious transformation into a blight-born. Although she was the Lady of Durnatel, she did not simply get a pass without having to go through the same scrutiny that all the rest did. The aura she gave off was intimidating, especially with those piercing eyes staring at him, but he did not let her appearance deter him. Ivor had been just as intimidating, if not more so, yet he had assimilated into their society quite well. If the Lady could control the last large town from Dawnhaven while maintaining proper behavior and continuing supply trades, it would be ideal.

The marble colored woman sat there and listened intently to the Prince. The mask near flawless except for the slight flex of her jaw at the mention of an 'interview'. 'Discuss your condition'... her condition? He wanted no, insisted to talk to her about her condition? Was it a game to him?! Sitting there all warm and rosy cheeked, breathing, ...alive like it allowed him the right to poke the demon across from him in such an open venue. Her eyes gave the slightest of squints. Was this his plan? Was it why he was meeting her here? Caging her in the trappings of decorum? Did he really think it would keep him safe? It would, but inside she seethed hearing the voice of her father telling her how she was just out maneuvered at least in this matter. No... her people needed this alliance.

He was the ruler of this land and his word was law, just as Olivia's was in her domain. If this fell apart now, then people would suffer, loose hope, and she would never again gain access to see Sya. He had agreed to the trade and even guards for their protection. The cost for troops was a steep one so that alone had made the negotiations a success. Now her people would have work and trade to sell their wares.

Olivia committed the name Lord Coswain to memory. Keeping herself so isolated in her domain over the many years had cost her dearly in networking, and information. The lady had no memory of ever hearing that name at court while her father ruled. The pale lady's mood was only tempered by the thoughts of her beloved Sya. Olivia did have the two coachmen but against a blight borne they would be of little true value so kidnapping her treasure was a definite no. The ruby eyed woman knew tearing her from the tavern was impossible as well. Olivia found herself bound by invisible chains and Sya was the base.

The Lady detested his request. Knowing anything about her condition would weaken her and who was to say the prince could be trusted to keep his tongue? What if more persuasive persons were to gain the knowledge. "I am grateful for your time in these matters as I am sure you are quite busy. I understand. It is your right, I will not go into detail in this setting my many reservations on that caveat. I would respectfully ask you reconsider your position. For now I would be disinclined to acquiesce your request. I apologize for not being able to be more, gracious to you in that regard." Her tone was still like a the surface of a reflecting pond. The woman's face was the faint hint of a smile. She would not be that easy to rest her throat in his talons, no it would take more than that. He was the prince to the king, yet he was far from home, so many dark things lived in the forest. Who would be able to say which one made the final blow. No... Nothing like that she told her dark self. She may have done things for her people but his death would not be among them. There would be another opportunity to gain a foot hold in Dawnhaven. Olivia would just have to be patient and wait for an opportunity to manifest.

Word would likely get out fast now that Olivia had revealed herself to the people of Dawnhaven, but she would be protected under Dawnhavens sanctuary. If the Lady of Durnatel could behave herself, Flynn, at least, would keep his mouth shut.

“Can you stay another day? I have much to attend to today. We can have our interview tomorrow, perhaps?”

"You do me much honor with more of your time." She gave a slight bow of her head to him for the generosity. "May I have the particulars of our next meeting? For the discussion of the convoy details, at least. Then we may revisit possible conditions for developing a private retreat home for myself here in Dawnhaven. I wouldn't be opposed to paying you directly of course for the privilege. Your tavern..." She motioned to the room about her, "while ..charming, lacks certain amenities, most of all rooms for extended durations."

She would rise and curtsy meekly, after prince Astaros had given his reply and taken his leave of her, holding her smile as she bowed her head slightly. The second he turned his back to her she would motion for the two coachmen to follow as she walked briskly up the stairs. At the top she had the two move into their room. Her face a clear pout. "It seems we have much to do, or rather I do. The two of you will take the carriage and return home. I will send word to Jaylen later in a very long letter. I thank you for your service to me." Without warning she bowed her head to them. As quickly as she could the Lady returned to her room and shut the door having little patience she used her shadow leap and poofed out of her dress to a few feet away. A feat Olivia had to learn how not to do when she moved about in that manner. It was quite the incentive to honing one of her powers. The ruby eyed monster wasted no time in donning the common trappings of brown blouse top and black ankle skirt. The knee high boots and simple black hair tie before fetching the big black bear cloak. she didnt wait to tidy the room or place things back in the chest. No she needed to get out into the town and find a dry good store, a courier, and Sya.

Alex looked at his brother and sighed both still standing in the room. "Well brother we seem to be done with this job for our Lady. Looks like we will need to go back. Though without her protection we might need to quicken our pace a bit." He smirked at his brother who smirked back shaking his head.

"I guess so.. Glad we stayed for breakfast." John said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Ill get the horses you do a carriage check. If we rush back we can make it in a few days. The horse should be well rested for the journey back." By the early afternoon they would be turning their back on Dawnhaven and the monster they had brought to their door step. Wile John gave a look back from inside the plush carriage, Alex said a silent prayer for the town peoples fortunes.

Olivia would venture into the town and search for the dry goods store, stopping to inquire from a guardsmen as to where to purchase writing material and the location of a courier. She stayed under the black cloak deep inside her cave not even to look out to see his face. She was alone now and felt nervous, but not for her own safety.

Interactions/mentions
[/b], Sya, Royal Guard of Lunaris: Adonis Cowain @PrinceAlexus, Prince Astaros @The Muse
[/b] Lord Coswain @PrinceAlexus, Courier: Willis Philips @BOOM

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Becky Eye of the beholder 7-8am

“Becky, Becky” Sya reached out a small hand to pause her mid way, the woman had energy but Sya had to try and keep up with her! “For one, due to a room. Relocation… we may be able to find you space. I have a smaller room with a balcony spare.” Sya said she could shift the two coach men to the Best, hand Becky the back room and get her out the basement. Her blush could not be stopped though at exactly how the room came available, nore the smile.

Becky was between two orders and three pans holding the spatula in her teeth, "Thus fune..." She tried to talk through the wooden handle. Her hands adding peppers and herbs to the eggs making them really special. Her eyes caught the hourglass on the counter about ready to be empty, she reached for a hand rag and bent over to open the stove. Grabbing the tray of fresh muffins she thought, 'blueberries' as she took out the tray and set them on the counter behind her. "Thuney!" She said muffled through the wood thinking honey should be a more simple matter to get around here. At least she hoped it would be. There were simply too many things the young cook took for granted back home. With a sigh she turned back quickly from the counter and the muffins to the three pans all sizzling. spitting out the spatula the raven haired woman smiled, "Order up!"

“Anyway” She said with more emphasis than needed, Sya doubted Becky cared who she slept with, she was already a reborn emberkin. “This…is, I have to take your world for it, food draws no benefit for me.” Sya said and explained why she had not tried any of the food, it was not an insult just her changed nature.

“I thought I'd be closed till after the speech” Sya said as the place just got busy anyway, Dawn Haven just followed its own rules and did its own thing regardless of what you or anyone else wanted.

“give me a few minutes, I Have plans and we can talk on way,” Sya said as Becky clearly had an idea she needed more gold for. A trip down to her strong room and she had a heavy pouch securely on her person, her knife and for good measure one in her boot. Sya was used to living on the streets too long.

Her return from the basement she headed back up noting Becky was a tidy sort. “We can go to market, and il direct you to post office, Prince has a speech planned, we better do it sooner than later. I want to spend some time in the hot spring too beforehand.” Sya said as she had worked hard and taking part of the morning off was her privilege she earned.

She did not bother with a cloak, the cold did not bother her and just wore her normal tavern dress though the design did not hide a red mark on her neck and shoulder she wore without shame. The only really necklace she even owned was a small hammer on a leather cord and hoped she could get more vibrant fabrics.

Taking a double glance she saw Sya with the one big eye and for a second was really taken back. How did she not notice it last night? Shaking her head thinking how tired she was after being literally carted off from her home. The poor woman, the deformity was really different but hey she knew Captain Jack and though he had only one eye from a battle with a debt collector it was hardly anything new. Lots of people she met in Lumanis had only one of things that should have been two. Either from fights, accidents, or gambling people seemed to be kinda careless. The thick baker thought it might have been due to the loss of the sun light. Shaking her head not wanting to be rude to the woman who despite it all was running possibly the only respectable place in this new town smiled at Sya with a nod. "Food has many benefits. Sometimes its just nice to taste something that rekindles a fond memory from the last time such a morsel graced your lips. Sometimes its the discovery of a new flavor or food that sparks ...creativity." She blushed slightly thinking of the delivery guy and something to do with the honey. Or that new hire with the red hair and how she had the silver laugh when ever they rolled the dough together, and the playful fight over flour after. "Well yes, there are many benefits to food." Rebecca said in a more hushed tone looking more at her work of plating the last orders for the breakfast rush.

Wiping the bacon grease and sweat from her hands on the cloths she nodded at the sweet tavern owner. "Yes! I'll be right there just have to douse the oven and we can let these muffins cool. I would like to stop at a market. I'll need honey, and blue berries for next time. I'm not sure of your budget but it will be a good investment, I promise they will sell like, oh hot cakes! Did you ever try them? You must they are flat wide cakes with butter and honey are simply amazing! We can add some fruit on the side for a little extra." She giggled, excited about getting more ingredients to add to the dishes. The extra is always how taverns got you. Well them and bakeries. She would always insist on asking if the customer would like the little extra, most of the time they wanted it and only needed the question to indulge themselves in the adding of sugar for a few copper more. She smiled deviously.

Taking off her leather apron and patting the sweat from her face she followed Sya's movements out of the tavern. Talking on the way sounded great! Becky wanted to get to know her boss more. Her eyes glanced at the marks on the woman's neck with a knowing smile. Seemed she wasnt the only one cooking up things around here. It was nice to know someone had taken interest in the poor woman. Until she wondered what her partner looked like assuming it was some town drunk that had a wooden leg they could laugh and talk over their bonding of having only one of things. He must really love her the baker thought sweetly about the two love birds. "Okay.." Sounding a bit uncertain. Seeing the stove was done smoking out the last of the doused fire. "Dont want the tavern to burn down while we're out. I'm ready Sya."

"Hot springs?" She wondered if it was to do laundry but then Sya brought no bundle. With a care free shrug she smiled at her companion. "Sure I've never been to one of those sounds like it could be an adventure." Her voice full of optimism. Without laundry it must be something non work related and after the rush she was ready for anything non work related.

“Grab a cloak Becky, let's find you some sugar before the whole town turns to madness. If you need some time?” Sya said with a more business like tone but could not quite hide her cheerful demeanour and fact she was rather much pleased with herself and proud.

The loud sound outside was jarring, it wounded like a whole tree was being dragged I'm through the streets.. surely not. No one was strong ernough unless they had a whole team of cart horses. Unless... She glanced over but the Royal guard who had arrived and took a spot by bar eating did not seem concerned as yet so Sya was not.

Really though it was jarring, whatever was moving or being moved must have been huge to generate such a noise and a low rumble as it did so. Maybe they where building a heavy palisade around the town and hauling in some thick hard woods to use? The town guard where numerous but feel safer with a solid barrier and if the Door incident was to go by the town guard reacted rather slowly. Too slowly. She would have to depend on the knight and his men at the Inn it seemed.

Dawn Haven. Well this was Dawn Haven she thought.

Becky grabbed her cloak with the rabbit lining she had gotten in a barter for some pies. Following her boss out the door of the tavern and into the dark street. Growing up in Lumanis, this was nothing new to her but at least the guards were more open then they were hear. Sparse would be the word that came to the bakers mind. The knife in her boot was giving her a little comfort but Sya was seemingly unfazed by the commotion so the thick raven haired woman just went with it. Keeping closer to her new companion never the less as they moved through the town. "I'm ready, lets get going. I cant wait to show you all the amazing things we can do with more sugar." She smiled and winked at the double entendre.

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Marcon

Sat eating the hot stew and looked about. The woman with the giant eye was very concerning but no monster. The woman in the red dress was as pale as death and certainly the ruby eyes was cause for concern but albino people he had heard of in his travels thought the rumor was they lived in the frozen north. Being well traveled he had seen many things that would shock a lesser learned person but not this warrior. The one truly shocking thing was the boy who was by the over heard conversation the Prince of the town. And the lady seemed to be a noble from Durantel? He had heard of the region but never had the business or reason to go there. They were actually holding a court in a tavern? He smirked and shook his head. How the new generation really let the old ways fall so far to the way side. Taking another bite of the stew he watched the meeting with some interest.

This prince really needed a better head on his shoulders Marcon thought. Glancing about he noted the two red haired fellows that also seemed to be taking an interest to the corner conversation. Brigands by the look of them, yet the old knight didnt really see any fight to them, in fact they looked a little frightened he thought. The Princes guardsmen must be waiting for his return outside. Surely they would be too late if someone inside decided to make a move against the monarch. The prince wore no armor or a notable weapon, another bite of potato as he tried to size up the seemingly care free youth. Either he was confident in his security or he really was no idea how fleeting the life of nobility could be. Truly most built large keeps built to the sole protection of a single person, or their family line, yet here there was no such construction even being started. Which would fall in line with the towns laughable defenses. A good walk around the edges of town might be due the old champion thought. Shadows had a way of lurking at the edges of towns and kingdoms. He had to admit, at least the stew was really good.

No armor, a single sword, hopefully out numbered would be a great way to start the day. Flexing his hand before his face he felt the stiffness of his knuckles from being broken more than once yet still answered the masters call if a bit rusty to react. Images of honor and glory filled his mind with the many opportunities this Dawnhaven presented to the grizzled knight like honorary gifts laid before his table. The smirk returning to his withered face as his hazel eyes narrowed into slits of excitement of finding bandits or even better a real monster! Most had the know all to build on the outskirts of a forest but this time they choose to build in the very heart of it. Sure why not surround the helpless with a dark forest until now people had no reason to venture and better yet bring only a handful of trained guardsmen to defend it while the walls wheren't even built. It was all so amusing to the old warrior. Yes, getting a lay of the land and the edges of town would be the very next thing to do. Maybe they would have more need of his skills as a seasoned knight then a carpenter.

Marcon watched the tavern girl with the malformed face speak freely to the prince with little courtly trappings or etiquette to know how brazen her act truly was. The prince also seemed to be less interested in courtly trappings and etiquette himself so maybe he was the type to over look it. The knight would have to remember this when it came time for his own dealings with this ...man. Letting out a quiet sigh he took the mug of ale to his face as the mans steely eyes kept Marcon alert to the surroundings. Waiting for his turn to speak to the Prince.

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