Fatima stared after the bard as he returned to her table where the familiar elven man sat. The table where Yual no longer stood and from which her cloak and book were missing.

At her feet lay the lute he'd offered her. She bent down quickly and picked it up, surprised by the lightness of it in her hands. She kept her eyes on the bard, prepared to release the instrument if he appeared to change his mind.

A commotion at the doorway turned her head.

((of course the "lute" that Tatton placed on the floor was really a "FLUTE" that was missing it's 'F'. Which stands for "front" which of course is where the letter belonged .))


oops... sorry


(was supposed to be 'Flute'

 

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“Another job well done Nerul!” the infiltrator grumbled to himself as he slowly walked along the forest path yanking out the Hibernian arrows that were stuck in his pack at varying angels, “All this trouble to kill one insignificant Firbolg! (sighs softly) I need a drink.” Hours went by as he plodded along complaining the whole way when suddenly as if his prayers were answered he stumbled upon what appeared to be a tavern in the distance “DAMN! ! ! Lost on top of it all” he cursed as he fumbled in his pack and pulled out a badly sketched and worn map of the Hibernian frontier. “Hehheh well this is worthless” he said while crumbling up the map and tossing it over his shoulder. Thinking nothing else could possibly go wrong the Infiltrator decided to stop in the tavern for a drink; perhaps the patrons could help him with some directions when he arrived.


Upon opening the door to the tavern the Infiltrator was quite shocked at what he saw, Dwarves, Elves, and Highlanders alike dancing, drinking and conversing together. “Surely I’ve died and gone to hell” he mumbled as he cautiously walked in. Scanning the room for a secluded seat somewhere near an exit in case he needed to make a swift escape, his eyes fell on an empty table near a window “Perfect” he thought as he walked over taking a seat and patiently waited for the barmaid to come bring him a drink.

Crispian leaned back, resting against Toby's upraised knee and looked over the room. This was an odd calm amid the storms of conflict which did sweep the three realms. He spotted a Saracen enter and got up, walking toward where he took a seat near a window. "Nerul!" he said with a great smile and a salute. "ou got lost too?"

 

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Upon hearing his name the Nerul looked up from his drink to see a familiar face "Ahhh Hail Lord Crispian! It is good to see a familiar face. And aye friend though I am ashamed to admit it, it appears I did get lost. But we'll keep that between us hehheh. Please, have a seat and join me."

Spying some familiar faces in a sea of strangers, Kytania slowly meanders her way over towards the two men by the window. Smiling a friendly greeting she says jovially, "Mind if a weary mercenary joins you, my friends?"

Nerul upon seeing his friend Kytania approach stands up smiling. "Lady Kytania that is a question you don't have to ask. Of course you can join us please take a seat"

Raking a hand through her blonde hair, she smiles gratefully at Nerul and Crispian as she takes a seat. Motioning for a drink and food, she chuckles. "Now who would have ever thought we would witness a mixture of merriment such as this?"


Grinning as she tugs off her pink gauntlets and setting them aside. "Long time no see, Sir Crispian. What brings you out this way? Or, for that matter, you Sir Nerul?"

"What brings me here you say" Nerul Sips his ale and looks around the room and whispers "well ya see I ummmm . . .I got lost and stumbled upon this place accidently heheh shhhhhhh"

Chortling softly, she shakes her head. "And to think I followed you through Lyonesse all those times. Thinking you knew your way around, and all that."


Smiling as the barmaid brings her some food and ale, Kytania discreetly slips the woman a few coins. Settling down to sate her hunger, she catches Nerul's eyes and pauses. "Would you care for some stew?"