Malvoisin
First Post
As the last of the invitees (and Marcus) enter the tavern, Janiven casts one more glance out onto the street, as though looking for someone else. But, seeing no one, the lithe woman shrugs and pulls the door closed.
Addressing all within, Janiven gestures toward the food set upon the central table. "Well, don't be shy, help yourselves while we wait for everyone to arrive. The ale's warm, sorry." Taking her own advice, the meeting's hostess pulls up a chair and pops a healthy sized chunk of cheese into her mouth, then begins cutting herself a generous slice of bread. With her mouth full, Janiven turns to Mero. "You might as well tell him the truth now," she says, jerking a thumb toward Marcus. "He's already seen too much. We'll just have to take drastic measures if he decides to go running to the authorities. But, something tells me he won't," she concludes with a wink at the well-dressed young man. Janiven falls silent as she lays into the repast with abandon, leaving her guests to serve themselves and make conversation.
Addressing all within, Janiven gestures toward the food set upon the central table. "Well, don't be shy, help yourselves while we wait for everyone to arrive. The ale's warm, sorry." Taking her own advice, the meeting's hostess pulls up a chair and pops a healthy sized chunk of cheese into her mouth, then begins cutting herself a generous slice of bread. With her mouth full, Janiven turns to Mero. "You might as well tell him the truth now," she says, jerking a thumb toward Marcus. "He's already seen too much. We'll just have to take drastic measures if he decides to go running to the authorities. But, something tells me he won't," she concludes with a wink at the well-dressed young man. Janiven falls silent as she lays into the repast with abandon, leaving her guests to serve themselves and make conversation.