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Message: <blockquote data-quote="xnosipjpqmhd" data-source="post: 3487963">Let's Spend the Night TogetherYsa was tired and bored. If that pudgy one named Feristin pinched her on the rump again, so help her, she was going to spill hot soup in his lap. She leaned against the bar and dreamed of leaving this place, going off to live in a city with a handsome lord. She knew nothing of the world beyond Kingfisher Hollow and the Lucky Monkey.Her face brightened when another group of visitors arrived. Among them were several young men, and more than one were clothed in finery and appeared well-groomed. She watched with interest as they began to claim tables, then she rushed to gather their orders.***Jack, Oberyn, and Tateland walked up to the long bar, carved into which were the images of numerous cavorting monkeys. After paying for their rooms from the owner, Orin Marsh, the trio headed to a table at the other end of the stage, but Orin spoke up as Tateland walked by. "Oh, sorry, you'll want the far room."Tateland looked quizzically at him. "Excuse me?""Well, ain't you with the priest? You're one of them Cuthbert folks, aren't you?" He motioned to Tateland's holy symbol."I am a servant of St. Cuthbert," agreed Tateland. "But I am with these men. Who else is here of that faith?" Orin apologised, "I figured you was with the high priest. Sorry to bother. Sit where you like.""Thank you. Perhaps it would be best if I spoke with the high priest.""You know your own business," answered Orin. "Want me to pop over and ask him if can take a visitor?""Yes, please."While Orin stepped away, Ysa appeared and took the gentlemen's requests for freshly cooked boar. Oberyn added a bottle of Tavonin Blackberry to the order.Orin returned to invite Tateland to the private banquet hall on the west side of the building, and Tateland left.Meanwhile, Ysa returned with the food and drink. She had kept her eye on Oberyn, dropping the not-so-subtle hint that her room could be found up the east stairs, the second door on the right.Watching all of this unfold, Jack looked around for someone to invite him to a private party. His eye fell on the red-haired woman at the other table, and he found that she too was eying him, though not perhaps with the same intention."Bring a round of drinks for the group near the stage," Jack asked Ysa, "on me." He spoke these words loud enough that the men and women at that table would hear them over the ramblings of their rowdier compatriot on the stage. He called out in the tongue of the Olman, "To mend our rocky start."***High Priest Sarcem Delasharn was seated at the head of the long table in the banquet hall. On either side of the table sat devout men-at-arms. All three had solemn expressions and bore the symbol of St. Cuthbert.Tateland strode forward and gave a brief bow. "High Priest."Sarcem stood and waved Tateland to a seat. "Please, brother, sit and eat.""I thank you for the generosity. I can always eat." Tateland tore a leg from the roast pheasant on the platter in the centre of the table. "I am merely an acolyte of the order, Father, so forgive my rudeness, but what leads you away from the temple?"Sarcem waved his hand to show he didn't mind the question. "The rainy season approaches, and my auguries tell me it will be a harsh one. I go to Griffondale to receive additional wands for the Lowering of the Waters ceremony. While everyone else focuses on a week-long Flood Festival to celebrate a change in the colour of the flags flapping over the keep, it falls to the faithful like us to ensure that the revelers don't drown in their own filth."Tateland nodded as if he understood, chewing on the pheasant leg all the while.***Perhaps it was an unfortunate happenstance that, before Ysa could bring a round of drinks to the men and women with the compliments of Monterey Jack, the highly inebriated man on the stage finished his song with a warbling scream, twirled in place, and stumbled down the steps face first to the floor, because that seemed to signal an end to the night's festivities for that group. They grabbed their unconscious compatriot's legs and dragged him across the hardwood floor, leaving the room.Bolgrim and the gypsies also retired to their rooms for the night, but not before one of them--Simon--paid a brief visit to the private banquet hall.</blockquote>

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