Constables of the 14th Ward Part 3

As Raul chastises the dwarf, Alarion stands in his battered but (thanks to Thea) clean armor, walks to Mattie, and goes down on one knee to speak to her in a controlled voice. Though his tone is soft, his eyes are now stormcloud-grey. "Goodwife, has our new team member offended you? Be honest, please"
 

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Mattie Bulgar

"Why, yes, I"d say so! I was just on my way to have a word with Magistrate Ironshirt about it, too. I mean, the very idea, speaking to me in that way, after all this time and all the ways I've tried to do my small part to help the squad."
 

Raul stares angrily at the dwarf as he throws his badge on the table. "Feel free to dine elsewhere instead of with us; the Alpha squad eats and dines here. Sounds like you'd be happier back at your locksmith shop anyway, since that's "what you do." Raul adds the quotes in the air to emphasize his disdain for the newcomer's actions. "There you can have any kind of manners you want. The Magistrate doesn't like Alpha squad Constables who throw their badges on the table like orcrats trying to impress people with a shiny new dagger. So you may not have that badge for long anyway."

OOC: No way that behavior passes without comment!

"Oh we ride a mighty high horse indeed don't we Brother Raul. I left my shop at the asking of the Magistrate, and I did so because you lot couldn't keep us common folk safe anymore. So by all means go running to the Magistrate. I am sure Old Ironshirt can't wait for someone to question his judgement on whom he hires." retorts Braz reaching for another stave.
 

SoulFetter

Sweet Gods, I hope they get the pecking order worked out soon.

SoulFetter pushes his plate away and leans back in his chair, causing it to creak and groan alarmingly.

"Braz, I believe you meant no harm but it's a bad day to be coming on so strong with us. We saw a friend die today (thanks be to Meda he's back with us, but it was no pleasant death to witness) and had to leave a job unfinished - which doesn't sit well with the Alpha Squad. Tempers are a little on edge, and Mattie's a dear friend so insults to her don't sit well with us either. Insults to our professional skills also put our backs up.

Still, you're meant to be one of us and a cooperative spirit is essential to our survival . . . perhaps it would be best if you stepped out of the room for a moment to allow us to cool a bit, and when you return we could start over."


[sblock=OOC]Hmmm. The Barbarian playing Peacemaker. Who'd a thunk it?[/sblock]
 


"Oh we ride a mighty high horse indeed don't we Brother Raul. I left my shop at the asking of the Magistrate, and I did so because you lot couldn't keep us common folk safe anymore. So by all means go running to the Magistrate. I am sure Old Ironshirt can't wait for someone to question his judgement on whom he hires." retorts Braz reaching for another stave.


Even Brae bristles at the dwarf's newest comments. He stands and locks eyes wih the newcomer. "Brother Raul gave his life this morning in defense of the 14th Ward, and the City of Lauralie Summerhome. It is only by the grace of Meda that he sits here now. And as only one arm of the law here in the ward, we can certainly not be everywhere at once." The cleric looks around at the faces of those in the room. "Now, if everyone can get along for a few moments, perhaps we can discuss our mission, and what the plan is for tomorrow." He glares at Braz. "Are you here to help, or not?"
 

Braz looks at Brae and gets redder and redder in the face. He jumps up wagging a finger and opens his mouth to emit a verbal barrage. But just as he does so Soul Fetter leans across and shoves three staves so far into Braz's mouth that he falls back into his chair and starts to choke on them

Braz has no choice but to start to chew to clear the blockage. Braz glares alternately at Brae and Soul Fetter.

"He's ready to help and to listen to plans now" say Soul Fetter with a laugh as he pushes a beer over to the dwarf to help him clear his mouth.

OOC: my apologies to Mowgli for commandeering SF.
 


Alarion stands and returns to the table. His formerly friendly features still cold, he sits beside the chewing dwarf and places a tankard of ale before him, in case he needs it to wash down the staves. He then speaks in a soft but steely tone. "Master locksmith, I have no doubt of your abilities. And I really do not mind you slighting ours, as you have yet to see us work. But I will NOT tolerate disrespect for a lady, particularly the kindly proprietress of this establishment. Thus I will say this: Once you finish your tasty repast, apologize to goodwife Mattie. An you do so, not only will we have peace, but we will respect you all the more. An you not, I foresee little harmony in our squad's future."
 

OOC: Great pic, Helfdan! You know, it would be nice if I could compile an album of pics of all the constables. (As far as I know, Alarion's and Brae's are the only two available so far.) Iggy might even have you all pose for portraits and then create a "Wall of Fame" in his office? :D

How's this for Bocephus all dressed up to go courtin'?
 

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