[I] [Inn/Open] Winter Festival For The Locals
The Scythe
This is always an open thread. Vintner Greenhaven is my character and
basically a permanent resident at the Dragon's Inn. He helps keep the
fires burning. Figuratively, of course.
[Vintner Greenhaven]
It was the wee hours of the morning. All around the common room of
the Dragon's Inn remnants of the Yule feast could be seen. Some folk
had made it to their homes or beds, but many simply lay down in their
places. Even Hugh and the staff had found their beds, for only the
one day out of the year leaving the cleanup for the morning.
As the embers in the hearth burned low, idle harp strings whispered
the fading threads of a joyful song. Vintner sat on a bench, nimble
fingers slowly caressing his instrument. The last lit candle was on
his table and flickered warmly over him. It had been a wonderful
time, and many of the locals were there. Few of the exotic travelers
that used to visit though. That had been Hugh's one complaint. He'd
been an adventurer back in the day and missed that folk.
As Vinter played the last few bars, he surveyed the crowd. Good folk
all, and solid friends. But none to write songs about. Hopefully
soon some would return and new ones would arrive.
His last chord echoed softly. Gently he sang "And to all, a good
night." And he blew out the candle.
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[Brion]
As the last candle was blown out Brion Hillrover stretched his long
legs, and rose from where he had been sitting by the fire. The Bailiff
slowly eased himself from the chair, and took his empty mug over to
the counter. A tall man, with his bright auburn hair worn with both
warrior's braids, and the braid's a laird. He absently rubbed the
metal ring in that braid, and still looked a bit bemused. To be a
Laird of the Montfort sept of the Hillrovers was something he was not
yet used to, which was one of the reason he had sent his men back to
the ranch - he had not been back that long on Montfort, and he wanted
to feel the rhythms of the town once more.
It had been good to share a fine meal with many old friends, and get
caught up with the news. And watch many of those old friends
celebrating new lives and new hopes.
He knew Fawn would make sure the fire was banked, and murmured a "good
night" for the ghost of the Inn.
Then he strode over to bid Vinter a good evening.
The Scythe
The elf had been about to depart for his room when Brion approached
him,
"Ahhh, Milord Hillrover," he said with a slight smirk and an over-
flourished bow. The bard had picked up on Brion's uneasy wearing of
his title, and didn't mind giving him little ribbing.
Then he smoothed it into a friendly grin.
"How go the affairs of the people and the home, young master?"
Perchance here was someone at the inn to write about after all!
The Scythe
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Elfseeker
As Vinter played the last few bars, he surveyed the crowd. Good folk
all, and solid friends. But none to write songs about. Hopefully
soon some would return and new ones would arrive.
His last chord echoed softly. Gently he sang "And to all, a good
night." And he blew out the candle.
Karsha poked her head through the door, then let her body follow, turning
her head to give her companion the finger to the lips for silence. Her smile
made it the joke it was intended to be as he followed, smirking wearily. As
he moved to make room at a table(more or less gently where the shifting of
sleeping bodies were required), she sauntered over to the bard, smiling
easily; "Seems we missed quite the spectacle. Name's Karsha, and the tall,
dark and silent one over there I call Negrath. I don't think I've seen you
before. Have you been here long?"
OOC; mucho sorries for my absence. kinda puzzled that the group has been
silent this long and not been taken over by commercials and the like, but
all to the good. anyone for sparking things back up these days?