C.A.R.P.S.

Bombour looks up from a letter that he is reading.

"I need to talk to Ghost, Mohdri, Sylas, and Galen. If you could step back behind the bar for a moment."

OOG: PM me or email me and I'll talk to you.

Ghost looks up from where he is sitting. While he gives the appearance of relaxing, the tightness around his eyes and thin line of his lips tells the close observer all is not as it appears.
He stands and stretches at Bombour's request.
"A-yep. Whatcha need?" he askes heading for the door that leads behind the bar.

Thane Galen, Mohdri, and Sylas, after you are doing speaking with Bombour, I would ask to please be able to speak with you as well. This is no easy time, and I can understand if you are busy, but I beseech you. It is a private matter, and I can speak with all of you at once, or individually, as is your choice or as time permits. Thank you.

Ghost


(OOG: email me highfeather@hotmail.com)

Ghost looks up from where he is sitting. His shoulders are slumped as if he bears a great weight.

"Yeah." He says in a dispirited voice. "I'll get in line. Talk to Bombour first. Then come see me and we can take a walk or something." He sighs and looks at the bottles behind the bar for a moment as if considering then shakes his head and goes back to looking at the floor.

*From under one of the tables a drunken voice comes*

Right with you Bombour.

*He climbs out from under the table*

I will be right with Ghost, you as soon as I am done talking to Bombour.

*he stands (barely) and continues to drink*

*Raven glances at Ghost's expression and frowns. She then turns to Galen and the frown deepens. Softly, a haunting melody can be heard as she begins to play a silver flute, eyes distant and distracted*

*Nyrhtak stumbles into the Inn, trips, hits his head on the side of the bar, then crashes to the ground. He props himself back up from the bench, finishes off a flask, then looks over to Bombour, a small trickle of blood running down his forehead.*

*he states in a slurred manner*

Givehame anosher durink Boubouerrr.

*then plops down onto one of the benches, eyes on Bombour*

*Raven stops playing for a moment and if he will let her, gently dabs away the blood on Nyrhtak's forehead*
(if he doesn't, she apologizes, moving away again)
*the flute begins to play a low melody, softly soothing yet somehow spirited*

yoosh bette watch it wish thatt clothh laydee. thaz a dengerus wepen.

*Raven merely nods solemnly in acknowledgement while continuing the calming melody*

zass rite.

*Nyrhtak nods his head and bangs it on the table again*

oww. now Bommbur, howzabout that drunk

Here you go Nyrhtak, and enjoy it. to what shall we drink?