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Current Back ... not back ... not sure, but I’m itching for an adventure
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A moment of silence, for our princess has returned to the force.
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Sometimes, shit just burns ....
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Crunch time on wedding preparations. If my presence is spotty, this is most likely why.
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So I just got my last Christmas gift - EXPLODING KITTENS!
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Lerraina

Location: Gorlf Northern Territory, The Nearly Burned Down House
Interacting with: Everyone present, Calanon @POOHEAD189





Lerraina used to be the type of person to wear her emotions on her sleeve, publicly broadcasted for everyone to see. Getting burned more times than not, had coated her sleeves with a hard, opaque shell. Of course whatever training she had received helped to coat the ash and soot, and smooth over the calloused surface. It was hard to pretend to be someone else when your emotions suggested otherwise. Had the shell not been present, her cheeks might have flushed a bright red. Not necessarily by the question that was asked, but by the pure genuineness behind it.

She was wasn't the greatest at reading others, but she sensed no hidden agendas with this one. It was refreshing to say the least, perhaps though made her even more weary. She hadn't been in this type of situation in a while. And despite being a woman of her age, it still took her by surprise. She wanted to let herself trust, to let the shell wither away, even if he wasn't the right person to let her guard down for. More than anything, she was just tired. Tired of the act, tired of the facade. Tired of the thrill it gave her that she just couldn't seem to give up. Middle aged and a mess, yeah that about summed her up, enough to brighten the monotonous down beat the rain and fire had seemed to fill the room with. One thing she did learn through all of this, there were too many personalities brewing between each cover, to take any one of them too seriously was suicide.

She must have stood there for at least a minute, caught up in her own contemplation. As more of their companions finally piled into the rickety building, she refocused on Calanon. A small smile flickered upon her face and she dipped her head in appreciation. ”I appreciate the offer, but I believe if I don't get some rest soon, I may not make it through tomorrow. Perhaps another time, though.” Open ended and vague, aside from the exhaustion that seeped from every pore. No promises, but opportunity, for nothing more than a chance … A glimmer of hope for friendship, even if it wouldn't last. Sure, he probably didn't mean anything by it, and was just trying to be nice. But even that was a pleasant change from the piss off sort of exchanges she would so often have.

She had exhausted her energy just to save the damn shelter for one measly night of what would most likely amount to a restless sleep, spanning 3 hours at most. Without breakfast, without lunch, no snacks and supper would be something small to keep her stomach from caving and rotting the rest of her organs with its decay. Her time with the ranger was brief, after which she found herself a snug space in which to sleep. She dismounted her bow, and lay out a blanket or two, before sliding up into the corner. Always with her back up against a wall, her hand firmly docked on the cold metal blade at her side. She watched her surroundings for a time, before finally drifting off.

Come morning she would have more energy to work on the illusion of 'who was Gretchin'. Come morning, she would be the first to rise and scope out the perimeter, if she could. Breakfast however, would be among her top priority.
@POOHEAD189 haha not at all, I love it. She is so stupidly conflicted right now, and this post will certainly show that.
Will put up a response today to try and wrap things up :p
Isabeau had not moved from her spot within the group. As each made attempt to address or calm the scared man behind the bar counter, she had only drifted towards the back, slowly and cautiously moving into the tavern, assessing each guest and their threat level. The conversation turned back to Sakaala. How overly gracious of the best woman to make such an offer. Not only would she not use a room and still part way with her coin, but she had also offered to fix the man's door. The barkeep stared at the large beast, whether it was out of awe or fear, curiosity or suspicion, it wasn't clear. But he slowly nodded to her and stuttered a single word. "Thanks".

Her nose wrinkled in thought, which had been split among too many variables to count. Dizzying to say the very least. Taking a moment to breathe, she shut them out long enough to gather enough coin for the barkeep. Enough for the room, dinner and enough gin to drown her pesky conscience and its thoughts.

"I will take the first room then, and gin along with my dinner please. Thank you." Her mouth seemed a bit dry, and her voice slightly hoarse with exhaustion. She glanced towards Ajax, though not at him persay, but more to spot the artifact on his person. She trusted him enough that he wouldn't kill her, either he had no reason to or she amused him somehow. But she couldn't yet make up her mind on whether or not she trusted him with the artifact. Everyone was at risk, but perhaps the question was Is he stupid enough to linger on it long enough to be corrupted? Is he stupid enough to keep it from me?. Creases formed around her lips as she pursed them. She hated not trusting people just as much as she hated having to trust people. Neither made her job any easier, and moreso it just gave headaches and heartache. But there seemed to be little choice in this matter, she have to trust him, as she imagined it wouldn't end well if she tried to take it from him. She loosed a soft sigh and turned her attention back to the barkeep.

"On second thought, I would like the strongest stuff you got, and I'll take that now, thank you.
Lerraina

Location: Gorlf Northern Territory, The Nearly Burned Down House
Interacting with: Everyone present, Calanon





Glancing around, she noticed the figure that had been tossed out of the burning building walking away. The near lifeless body of a half orc just upped and left ... not the most comforting sight. Was he thought to be dead? Was he not a threat? Was he going for backup with intentions of killing them all in their sleep? Lerraina wasn't a very trusting woman, and despite her best efforts, she often thought the worst of situations, especially ones like these.

The flames had finally been smothered out of existence. A few others had eventually come to help making the flames that much easier and quicker to get under control. Covered in ash and soot, decorated with splashes of mud and soaked to the bone, she couldn’t help but chuckle. This was not at all how she pictured her day going. Praise was not something she sought, or was completely comfortable with getting, however this time it actually brought a sense of relief. She had made no enemies this day. Perhaps not all was lost. Though there was one thing that would make it all better, if she managed to get any out of this little venture. Food. Whether the meal was hot or even good, it didn’t matter at this point.

Lerraina took a moment to inspect their work, and the condition of the property salvaged; a job well done indeed. For it still stood, and ignoring the mess, it would be a lot dryer inside than it was out. She glanced around at the others as they went about their own affairs. The druid once more, off to pry into other people’s business, Keystone cautiously checking the perimeter. There was not much more she could do at this point, save for the attempt at being social. And what other way to continue to win their good graces was better than that? Swiftly moving between the chitter chatter of others, she came upon Calanon with an extended arm. "Thank you for the help"
Sorry about that. I'm on it.
The man stammered and staggered with his words. It was very unlike an owner of such an establishment. It was very unlike him. Though considering their new patrons, he was lucky he didn't soil his pants. For they were not brown, and that would've made the embarrassment much more public.

Her very quietly and cautiously placed the weapon on the bar counter, glancing with an o so weary eye between Ajax, the beast woman and the Knights who had seemed to at least try and be nice. The humans were a common enough sight. Even the hin, who was noticed to be asleep through this whole ordeal. But 'twas the beast woman who frightened him most. You didn't see many of them round these parts. Perhaps it would have been best to not lock the door that evening. But it couldn't be helped now.

"10 coin fer the night, then. Each room. I ain't got enough, so I'm guessing you be sharing with each otha. there be only 4 tha havn' been reserved yet, up the stairs and to the left. I can warm ya up sum suppa and send it up."

He had mustered up whatever courage he had left just to speak. But his words came out plainly, covered in fear and dripping in angst. He found himself just wishing for the day to be over, and had hoped the Knights were kind enough to keep their beasts in check for their stay.
I may have time to get something up today, I will certainly try to get something up soon regardless
@Lady Amalthea I love love love the new avatar and signature! :) she is my fav
The tavern wasn't nearly as full when several of the group had visited last. Though there were a small number of tables occupied, most of the chairs leaned on the hard wood, rounded surface that occupied the space they surrounded.

The barkeep was startled when remnants of the door splintered in every which direction. Being a barkeep, nothing seemed to startle him all that much. Terror flooded his features as he ducked behind the bar. Typically tavern owners don't want much trouble, it's bad for business. So they're up for defending the ale stained, rotting floor boards and rickety tables and chairs, right up until their last breath. But so much was going on in this town, right under their noses. They weren't used to magic, not of this caliber of destruction anyway. The storm was enough to make them close up shop for the evening, but he couldn't shut out those seeking refuge from its havoc. But with the house atop the hill collapsing and so many new faces in town over the last two days, it was more trouble than he cared for. Rightfully so, he wasn't expecting them to bulldoze the door down either.

The barkeep was an older man, typically jolly with his customers. But to those who knew him, he was the cautious type, the business type. So it wouldn't have surprised them that he hand an ax hidden within the shelves behind the bar. Small enough to stow away without his customers noticing, but dangerous enough to do damage to trouble makers who couldn't take a hint. It was out of terror that he grabbed his ax. After the surprise over the shattered door had melted away, he jolted upright, ax in hand. "Whadda ya want! We got nuttin here fer ya trouble makers" His pupils were dilated, his palms sweated heavily around the shaft of his weapon. He might have been holding it backwards, his nerves were quite on edge, and his attention solely on those who had busted down his door.
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