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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carlo-One" data-source="post: 7876769" data-attributes="member: 7015827">Rahnee smiled as Brok plunked himself down beside her. She answered Losifan’s question: "Oh, no, no family disagreement! Actually . . . " - she leaned forward as if to impart something confidential - ". . . I think they sent me to deliver horses in hopes of persuading me to stay at home and be the properly dutiful daughter." She chuckled and then mournfully sighed. "Alas, it did not work. I have always been sort of the black sheep of the family. Bah! Who wants to sit in burdensome dresses, daintily doing needlework? I ask you, sir! Would you be content doing that when there is such a gloriously beautiful world out and about? Actually, I have been trying to persuade my brothers that Clan Roaringhorn should extend its trade routes into Westgate on a regular basis. As a member of one of Westgate's leading houses, what do you think of such an idea? After all, tis said that Tymora favors the bold!"Losifan appeared amused by Brok-Tul and Rahnee's exchange, but was only half-joking when he began speaking again. "Mercantile competition is a serious thing in Westgate, serious even for Waterdhavian nobility. Additional trade opportunities are always welcome, since everyone appreciates unique and quality goods - such as Roaringhorn horses, for example! I have observed that additional competitors are not liked by anyone, however."The bearded noble turned to Brok-Tul. "No bandits seen this trip, at least. They rarely attack bands of well-armed travelers, although a small group might seem vulnerable. But your comments intrigue me sir, what could you possibly do that would upset the fair lady's brethren at such a great distance? It seems at least she does not object to it."Rahnee answered first. "Master Urdo, if you know anything about my brothers, then you know that it takes absolutely nothing to persuade them that a good brawl is in order! Their happiest moments are drinking, brawling, wenching, fighting, brawling, drinking. . . did I mention drinking and brawling?" She grimaced slightly and then chuckled. "Now if my Lord Brothers could only figure out a way to export brawling, Clan Roaringhorn would have the market cornered!"Brok-Tul's own rueful chuckle grumbled out, "Yeah, I hear that it's prob'ly gonna be some kinda initiation to be had in the Roaringhorn family. Approve of me or not, I'm sure when we meet I'll have ta either cure some hangovers, sew some arms back on with Helm's blessings, or both." Brok seemed thoughtful for a moment, switching to Rahnee's other foot. "Could ya do us a favor, Lord Urdo? We just packed basic rations an' took some tealeaves. If ya have anythin' more eatable than iron rations, we'll set up a teapot of Holy Tea ta chase evil spirits off once we get a hot kettle boilin' here."Losifan still appeared a little puzzled by Brok-Tul and Rahnee's allusions to what would happen when Brok-Tul met her family, but left it aside. (Not surprising that the Westgate noble did not assume that a half-orc would be marrying into the Roaringhorn family. Guess who would be coming to dinner in Waterdeep? --R) "Some tea would be welcome. I'll have one of my men throw a pair of rabbits on the fire as an evening snack." He motioned to the mercenary standing on the opposite side of the fire, who disappeared briefly into a tent and returned with a brace of rabbits, placing them on a spit over the fire. He continued, "I don't suppose you were in Westgate when the announcement was made about the candidates for Croamarkh? I'd be interested to hear who has put themselves forward." As only blank stares answered Losifan, he dropped the subject and joined the others in a welcome late-night meal, retiring soon afterwards.</blockquote>

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