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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 534505" data-attributes="member: 6294">&quot;Hooberan's Stockade&quot; by Wicht&nbsp; - Part 1It takes a while for Amberdale's inhabitants to recover from the festival.&nbsp; Even on the second morning after it concludes, there are still many sore heads being nursed.&nbsp; These are not helped by the bang and clatter of a heavily laden dwarf tramping down the stairs.&quot;Ulfgar.&quot; Ming Li inclines her head gracefully.&nbsp; She is the only customer in the taproom, the remains of a simple breakfast on the table before her. &quot;You are leaving?&quot;&quot;For a few days.&quot; The dwarf answers gruffly, &quot;My people's halls cannot be left in disrepair, filled with the stench of orcs.&quot;The monk nods her understanding,&quot;The memory of our ancestors must be respected.&quot;&quot;Aye.&quot; Ulfgar breaks into a rare smile, &quot;You're alright, for a human.&quot;&quot;I am pleased you think so.&nbsp; Do you require assistance with your task?&quot;The dwarf cocks his head to one side.&quot;Another set of hands would be useful.&quot; He admits, &quot;But I'm not much for talking.&quot;&quot;Good.&quot; Ming Li smiles slightly, &quot;I am close to understanding a new martial technique. Labour would occupy my body while my mind could reflect.&quot;&quot;Fair enough.&quot; Ulfgar nods, &quot;When can you be ready?&quot;Silently, Ming Li picks up her small sack of possessions, throwing them over one shoulder.&nbsp; Ulfgar barks a shirt, explosive laugh, wincing slightly afterwards.&quot;Let's get going, then.&quot;As the mismatched pair two move toward the door, the Padre comes down the stairs.&nbsp; It is the first time he has voluntarily emerged in several days, and he looks a little bleary-eyed, as if he has not been getting enough sleep.&nbsp; Ulfgar and Ming Li nod to him as they leave, earning a grunt in reply.It is only a matter of minutes before another member of the Company appears.&nbsp; The Padre has only briefly been introduced to the newcomers, and he doesn't even spare a grunt for Twinkle as she slips into the chair opposite.&quot;I saw Ming Li and Ulfgar outside.&quot; The gnome shares cheerfully, while the Padre shovels a stacked plate of eggs and bacon into his mouth, &quot;Ming Li said she wanted to go someplace where she could concentrate without being interrupted all the time.&quot; Twinkle frowns slightly, &quot;I'm not sure what she meant by that.&quot;The Padre grunts.As the priest's plate slowly clears, others of the group begin to filter into the taproom.&nbsp; Mantreus is the first to emerge, setting Shadow on his lap as he sits down.&nbsp; The Padre gives the cat an unfriendly star.&nbsp; It pointedly ignores him.&quot;Any of the others around?&quot; Mantreus wonders.&quot;Briar and Macwood probably won't be.&quot; Twinkle filches some of the Padre's bacon while he isn't looking, and feeds it to Shadow, &quot;They had a Post-Festival Party last night.&nbsp; It's just the three of us.&quot;&quot;Or not.&quot; Mantreus points at the door, which opens to admit Stormstrider and Elspeth.&quot;How'd you know they were there?&quot; Twinkle asks, eyes round, &quot;Did you use your magic?&quot;In answer, Mantreus merely leans back and looks mysterious.&nbsp; Not to mention smug.&quot;He saw 'em through the window.&quot; The Padre spoils the illusion.The two rangers take seats at the table, nodding to their companions.&nbsp; Stormstrider still appears a little uncomfortable in the civilised surroundings, but Elspeth apparently has no such qualms, happily accepting a lavish breakfast from Brent Birchwhistle.&quot;Where's Rose?&quot; the Padre asks her, his mind probably straying to the group's promise to keep the halfling out of trouble.&quot;I left her at the ranger's tower.&quot; Elspeth jabs her fork in the direction of the distant building, &quot;I think Captain Jarrek's made her nervous about coming back into town.&quot;&quot;Can’t imagine why.&quot; Mantreus observes dryly.As the rangers finish their respective breakfasts, Brent Birchwhistle arrives to take their plates away.&quot;I trust everything was to your satisfaction?&quot;&quot;Too much salt.&quot; Twinkle complains, ignoring the fact that she never bought anything, and being ignored in turn by Brent.&quot;I've been asked to give you a message,&quot; the innkeeper continues, &quot;Captain Jarrek asked to me to send you to see him this morning.&nbsp; He has something he wants to talk to you about.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 534505, member: 6294"] [b]"Hooberan's Stockade" by Wicht - Part 1[/b] It takes a while for Amberdale's inhabitants to recover from the festival. Even on the second morning after it concludes, there are still many sore heads being nursed. These are not helped by the bang and clatter of a heavily laden dwarf tramping down the stairs. "Ulfgar." Ming Li inclines her head gracefully. She is the only customer in the taproom, the remains of a simple breakfast on the table before her. "You are leaving?" "For a few days." The dwarf answers gruffly, "My people's halls cannot be left in disrepair, filled with the stench of orcs." The monk nods her understanding, "The memory of our ancestors must be respected." "Aye." Ulfgar breaks into a rare smile, "You're alright, for a human." "I am pleased you think so. Do you require assistance with your task?" The dwarf cocks his head to one side. "Another set of hands would be useful." He admits, "But I'm not much for talking." "Good." Ming Li smiles slightly, "I am close to understanding a new martial technique. Labour would occupy my body while my mind could reflect." "Fair enough." Ulfgar nods, "When can you be ready?" Silently, Ming Li picks up her small sack of possessions, throwing them over one shoulder. Ulfgar barks a shirt, explosive laugh, wincing slightly afterwards. "Let's get going, then." As the mismatched pair two move toward the door, the Padre comes down the stairs. It is the first time he has voluntarily emerged in several days, and he looks a little bleary-eyed, as if he has not been getting enough sleep. Ulfgar and Ming Li nod to him as they leave, earning a grunt in reply. It is only a matter of minutes before another member of the Company appears. The Padre has only briefly been introduced to the newcomers, and he doesn't even spare a grunt for Twinkle as she slips into the chair opposite. "I saw Ming Li and Ulfgar outside." The gnome shares cheerfully, while the Padre shovels a stacked plate of eggs and bacon into his mouth, "Ming Li said she wanted to go someplace where she could concentrate without being interrupted all the time." Twinkle frowns slightly, "I'm not sure what she meant by that." The Padre grunts. As the priest's plate slowly clears, others of the group begin to filter into the taproom. Mantreus is the first to emerge, setting Shadow on his lap as he sits down. The Padre gives the cat an unfriendly star. It pointedly ignores him. "Any of the others around?" Mantreus wonders. "Briar and Macwood probably won't be." Twinkle filches some of the Padre's bacon while he isn't looking, and feeds it to Shadow, "They had a Post-Festival Party last night. It's just the three of us." "Or not." Mantreus points at the door, which opens to admit Stormstrider and Elspeth. "How'd you know they were there?" Twinkle asks, eyes round, "Did you use your magic?" In answer, Mantreus merely leans back and looks mysterious. Not to mention smug. "He saw 'em through the window." The Padre spoils the illusion. The two rangers take seats at the table, nodding to their companions. Stormstrider still appears a little uncomfortable in the civilised surroundings, but Elspeth apparently has no such qualms, happily accepting a lavish breakfast from Brent Birchwhistle. "Where's Rose?" the Padre asks her, his mind probably straying to the group's promise to keep the halfling out of trouble. "I left her at the ranger's tower." Elspeth jabs her fork in the direction of the distant building, "I think Captain Jarrek's made her nervous about coming back into town." "Can’t imagine why." Mantreus observes dryly. As the rangers finish their respective breakfasts, Brent Birchwhistle arrives to take their plates away. "I trust everything was to your satisfaction?" "Too much salt." Twinkle complains, ignoring the fact that she never bought anything, and being ignored in turn by Brent. "I've been asked to give you a message," the innkeeper continues, "Captain Jarrek asked to me to send you to see him this morning. He has something he wants to talk to you about." [/QUOTE]

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