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Message: <blockquote data-quote="el-remmen" data-source="post: 4485852" data-attributes="member: 11">InterSession #26.1 – “Timotheus & Floris in Sluetelot” [sup]1[/sup]Later in the evening, the day before the Signers planned to travel to Lilly City, Timotheus Smith sat in the common room of Death & Taxes with a mug of ale in his hand. Sharing his table were a pair of iron merchants, with whom he was amiably swapping travel tales. Timotheus was raising his mug for another hearty swig when he saw Floris Tenbrook enter from the main square. "Hey, Floris!" he called. "Over here!""Greeting Timotheus! How is the mighty Bastard of Briareus, greatest warrior of the Signers of the Charter of Schiereiland?" He waved to <a href="http://aquerra.wikispaces.com/Barton+Digits" target="_blank">Barton Digits</a>, who quickly filled a mug and two shots of <a href="http://aquerra.wikispaces.com/Wines+and+Spirits+of+Aquerra#dwarvenspirits" target="_blank">dwarf spirits</a> for him. Floris raised two fingers and pointed to the table, and the innkeeper set up another. "Those are some mighty ugly ladies you are chatting up," the noble duelist said with a wink, gesturing to the iron merchants. "Go away now…" He said to them. "This is swordsman talk, not about pinching coppers or mining iron…" The merchants left grumbling as Barton brought over the drinks. Timotheus was momentarily nonplussed, but then waved a friendly farewell to the merchants. "See you around, Gavin, Miles! Give my regards to my Da next time you're up <a href="http://aquerra.wikispaces.com/Chalkour" target="_blank">Chalkour</a> way!" Knocking back his first mug, Timotheus set it aside to make room for the new drinks that Barton brought. "You're looking good," he said to Floris, picking up one of the shot glasses; it looked tiny in his grip. Floris handed his long woolen brocaded coat to Barton, and he straddled a seat, he wore black leggings beneath his kilt. "Throat's healing up good, yeah?” Tim asked. “Soon you'll be ready for another go! Though maybe a friendlier one this time." He grinned and took the shot"It's fine…" Though his hand went reflexively to his throat. "I don't have time for these friendly duels… I did it to humor you, my friend…to give you and your group a little boost. . There is not much reason to keep dueling someone if there is no issue to be resolved…" There was an underlying menace to his words, though his smile never died. He took a shot and followed it up with a long slow sip of ale. "Where's your cousin?""Not really sure where he is," Timotheus replied, the joviality of his voice making his obliviousness to Floris’ tone obvious. He threw down the second shot and followed it with a mouthful of ale and smacked his lips. "But you know him, he's probably off with a girl somewhere. Maybe with this new watch-mage Laurie… She's certainly pretty enough for his tastes. Speaking of which…" Tim lowered his voice. "Do you know her? Because she sure seems to know you, and I think she has some pretty strong opinions.""What?" Floris put down his mug of ale heavily and a bit came splashing out onto the table His tone grew even more grave. "Laurie? Laurie the fncking Purple? Is taking over for Bleys?" He looked Timotheus right in the eye with such intensity as if to pierce through it and read his mind.Tim grinned nervously. "Uh, yeah. That's the one… I guess you know her, huh. Old girlfriend or something?" Floris upset the table as he stood, the drinks spilling and the glassed scattering on the warped wooden floor as the table teetered back to stillness. He turned and began to storm out, but stopped and walking back and leaned on the table, putting his face right in Tim’s and whispering, his demeanor completely changed. "Tell your fncking cousin that he had better not have forgotten what we talked about when he first got back into town.[sup]2[/sup] I can only protect him for so long…" Floris hissed, at the edge of restraint. He turned, and this time, did stalk out.Timothes stood and followed Floris out onto the street. "What the hell are you getting angry at me for?" he demanded. He put a hand on Floris' shoulder, and said more quietly, "And I'm not done, I heard something I thought you should know. So can we go somewhere and, you know, talk for a minute?"Floris turned, fuming. "I don't have time for this bullshlt right now…" he looked around and seeing the street mostly deserted walked across it and to the corner of the alley that led behind Barakis' house, but then noticing light coming through the curtained windows, walked back across and signaled Tim to follow. "What is it? Hurry with it…" He asked quietly."She said she's gonna kick you off the council. Dunno if you can do anything about it, but I thought you'd want a bit of warning, you know?" Tim was uncomfortable. "But you didn't hear it from me, okay? I really don't need that kind of trouble."Floris sighed with exasperation as if Tim just said the most obvious thing in the world.  "Don't forget to tell your cousin," is all he said in reply and walked off, trying to end the conversation once again."Uh, okay, sure." Timotheus raises his voice to add, "Catch you later!"Later that night Timotheus went about town to do some more carousing and ended up being kicked out Laurie the Purple’s bed just before dawn. [sup]3[/sup]End of InterSession #26.1-----------------------------------------------------------Notes:(1)    This InterSession was played out on messageboards after Session #26, but before #27.  Since it goes chronologically in this part of the story hour, I chose to put it here.(2)    See InterSession #21.1(3)    This event was actually mentioned during the session, but it made more sense here than with the way I broke up the actual session installments, so I stuck it here.</blockquote>

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