Artur Hawkwing
First Post
As often as it opens and closes, one might wonder why the door for the Dunn Wright doesn't double as a fan for the establishment. It goes through yet another undulation, depositing a tired looking, but clean, half-elf into the main room. He doesn't hesitate to send his feet directly to an uninhabited spot at the bar and he gives his order. His dark hair is combed somewhat neatly and he has a well made looking quiver slung across his back, from under which the head of a large hammer peeks out. A mug arrives to his hand and he turns around, taking in the inner parts of the Inn. From a table near the back, a slim, female form gets to her feet, though being Halfling she doesn't have all that far to go, and she makes a beeline for him, carrying a paper wrapped package. He spies her, smiles and sets the mug down, greeting her as she approaches.
Well, hello, Nel! Taking a break from the kitchens are we?
She approaches, matching his jovial tone.
Sadly not. The days figs must be prepared and I'm already behind schedule. Lady Atchka heard of your return and sent me with this.
She thrusts the package out from about three paces away. Marcus eyes the package a moment before taking it with his right hand, nodding.
Unusual for her to send one of the household staff. How is she doing?
He takes the package and looks it over as he asks the casual question.
She's doing well. Honestly I wish that her opinions were listened to a little closer. The house has been a bit upset since she and her Mother arrived. Speaking of her Mother, I have to get back to the House. Before I prepare the figs, she wants me to do a quick measure for her, something about needing a new dress.
The Halfling shrugs and starts for the door, leaving a cheery "Take care!" behind her as she makes haste for the door. Marcus looks back toward the table Nel had come from, a trio of Gnomes, none of whom he recognizes, seem to be arguing about some design or another on a piece of parchment. Shrugging, he unwraps the package, carefully conserving the wrapping and quirks an eyebrow at the small, well made, bound book. A faint smile crosses his face as he gently touches the front cover before opening the book. A bowl of something hot and steamy arrives at his elbow, accompanied by a plate with a few slices of fresh bread. This he takes and, placing the book beneath his left arm, he looks for an empty spot to sit and eat.
Well, hello, Nel! Taking a break from the kitchens are we?
She approaches, matching his jovial tone.
Sadly not. The days figs must be prepared and I'm already behind schedule. Lady Atchka heard of your return and sent me with this.
She thrusts the package out from about three paces away. Marcus eyes the package a moment before taking it with his right hand, nodding.
Unusual for her to send one of the household staff. How is she doing?
He takes the package and looks it over as he asks the casual question.
She's doing well. Honestly I wish that her opinions were listened to a little closer. The house has been a bit upset since she and her Mother arrived. Speaking of her Mother, I have to get back to the House. Before I prepare the figs, she wants me to do a quick measure for her, something about needing a new dress.
The Halfling shrugs and starts for the door, leaving a cheery "Take care!" behind her as she makes haste for the door. Marcus looks back toward the table Nel had come from, a trio of Gnomes, none of whom he recognizes, seem to be arguing about some design or another on a piece of parchment. Shrugging, he unwraps the package, carefully conserving the wrapping and quirks an eyebrow at the small, well made, bound book. A faint smile crosses his face as he gently touches the front cover before opening the book. A bowl of something hot and steamy arrives at his elbow, accompanied by a plate with a few slices of fresh bread. This he takes and, placing the book beneath his left arm, he looks for an empty spot to sit and eat.