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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3520666" data-attributes="member: 11760">Meanwhile, back at The Cat & The Fiddle, Ragglus Chaplin is polishing off another mug of green ale, listening to the competing bards perform.Emus Graymullet suddenly crashes into the bar, covered in leaves and mud, scratches and sap, having taken a more direct route back to town than the Baron's Road."Ragglus!" Emus begins in a near-panic, "Why isn't everyone up in arms? What's the emergency? Where's Argus?"Ragglus' thick eyebrows go further up and up his forehead with each question spat at him. Eyes wide, he looks off to his left at Argus Glangirn, still picking at his banjo, and jerks his head in that direction.Emus darts around the table and runs up to Argus. Ragglus can't hear the conversation, but he sees Argus bark a mocking laugh before berating Emus. Emus stands motionless but gets visibly redder. With a final glare at Emus, Argus starts picking at his banjo, again. Emus turns on his heel and stomps towards the exit.He stops to point an accusatory finger at Ragglus."I reckon your two new buddies have probably done something right stupid. Finish your damn ale and come with me, although I expect it's probably too late."Ragglus looks down at his ale to find it empty. Sitting right next his seat, Skeeter gives the plainative whine all dogs use at the table. Ragglus' eyes narrow as he sees the suds on the dog's muzzle.He's about to protest Emus' accusation, but just shrugs."They ain't buddies of mine; I didn't know the other one except to say he looked like a right sneaky bastard. Tock told me your chief's song was gonna make them Farrins mad, tha's all I know."Emus sneers and waves a dismissive hand before heading toward the door.Skeeter thumps his tail on the floor once, still looking up at Ragglus."Fine," Ragglus says, his chair scraping against the floor as he stands. "You owe me an ale, mutt."* * *Katadid watches Scimitar with uncertainty, but the arrival of his spellbooks comforts him somewhat."Heath!" he says with a start. "The dwarven riot! We have to-"Renraw snorts with disdain as Tock shakes his head."Ah, Kat," Tock says with bemusement, in the tone he always uses to explain things to his cousin, "I kind of made that up.""Ah," Kat says, still somewhat confused. "Oh, well ... "He sits quietly in the darkness as they trundle along. After a while, he searches in his bag and pulls out a piece of parchment and quill and begins writing. The ink spills over his hands often. He looks back to the road behind him and sighs.The cart rattles into Foxton on Moss. If the fugitives had been expecting resistance here, they're disappointed. All they meet are dark houses and a sleepy community smelling faintly of sheep settling in for the night. The shops are closed and the only sign of life in most buildings is a bit of light peeking through the shutters."Tock," Katadid says, with obvious embarassment. "How well do you remember my mother?""I remember her hair, Kat," Tock says as he unhitches the horse from the cart. "It was always longer than Ma's or any other Chandler's. Honestly, she seemed a good sort, even if she was kin and even if she was from our town. She laughed good and hard when I'd do something to make her laugh. How come?""Our mother was blind," Scimitar Kem interjects as he unloads his festival swag from the back of the cart. "Oh, the tricks I used to play on her."Renraw glares at his brother and forcefully grabs his staff and other items from him."Good luck on your journey," Renraw growls as he extracts the belongings of his that his brother is still trying to make off with. "If you head back to Maidensbridge, see that Rando is looked after.""I already looked after him more than you ever did," Scim answers. "Did you even notice he wasn't there most nights?""Just look after him," Renraw mutters."I appreciate the ride, y'all," Scim says as he hefts his bag over his shoulder again. "Keep your noses clean and perhaps we'll meet again someday. Of course, dirty noses may have our paths crossing, too."Katadid whimpers a little as Scimitar turns to walk away. He points a finger at the other's back and begins to say something.Tock touches his cousin on the shoulder."What is it, Kat?"Renraw stops his brother."Come back here and give him back his things!"</blockquote>

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