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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Maidhc O Casain" data-source="post: 2515231" data-attributes="member: 29558">A Dark and Stormy NightMost of the guests and all of the staff of the Wick look on in amazement at the light hearted exchange between the bon vivant and the diminutive imp.  The Stills relax visibly, seeing such obviously worldly folks reacting with relatively level heads to the presence of a Faeborn, and the Fingle girls follow their lead."Probably wake up tomorrow with our feet on backwards!" mutters the old tinker, and the fellow in burlap nods sagely at this pronouncement.From the back of the room, the slender man dressed in the black of mourning is heard placating the mercenary: "Easy, Eadon.  I don't think the little fellow presents as much danger as the stories would have us believe.  Save your energy for the trip tomorrow -- bandits on the road will be far more threat to me and this."Mrs. Wick finds her backbone and declares bravely: "We do have cats roaming about, but you'd make an oversized rat for them were they thrice as large as they think they are!  If you wish to stay in a room some of you will have to bunk together, but you're welcome to sleep here in the common room if you wish."  With this (somewhat forced) sally, she elbows her husband, and they begin bustling about, bringing out light refreshments, ale and wine, and arranging the tables to accomodate the entire group rather than smaller groups of 3 or 4.It's still fairly early in the evening -- about 30 minutes to an hour after sundown -- and (unless you wish it) none of the guests are tired yet.</blockquote>

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