C.A.R.P.S.

The small boy walks into the bar, eyes downcast, seeming unsure of himself. He then proceeds to sit down at the bar.
*with a strange accent he begins to speaks in almost a whisper*

"Excuse me, are there any Sylvani caravans nearby?"

The boys eyes never leave the table top as he awaits and answer.

*Valkren looks over to the boy*

"Hey, kid, where are your parents?"

*Hawke interrupts*

"Yeah, kid, there are. Wait here, and I'll go find one of them."

"Valkren, keep an eye on him, and see if he wants something to eat."

*Hawke leaves to find whichever Sylvani are nearby*

Damara can most likely be found somewhere in town, since she spent the moon in Midway. Her tent would likely be a good place to start.

At the mention of food, he seems to overcome his shyness a little bit.

"Do you have mutton? Or Bacon? Or....Ale?"

He seems to get a small mischievous grin as he mentions the ale.

*seeing as Nadya and Arya are not as in town as I thought they were... and I'm not going to try the Brothel... Damara it is*

*Hawke walks over near Damara's tent*

"Damara, are you here?"

*Assuming any response* "There is a little boy in the Inn looking for Sylvani. If I'm not mistaken, this is the time of day that Raymond spends passed out drunk, so I thought I'd let you now."

*Damara comes out of her tent*

"In the tavern you say? Alright."

*Damara heads into the Tavern and goes over to sit next to the boy. She smiles warmly.*

"What can I do for you, young man?"

((All of that is in the accent...))

~Raymond is sitting outside by a tree reading a book as Hawke walks by and beings to talk to Damara. Upon hearing his name he sets his book in his lap stands and walks over to Hawke~

(*to Hawke) Alright buddy you dont know me that well but I am always up befor everyone else even after a night of drinking so you know don't go aroun' telling stories on me like that.
~He then walks into La' Honor to drop off his books and grabs a bottle of hooch before he returns to the Inn. Upon entering the Inn and seeing the small boy with a loud and joyful voice he begins to talk.~

Cuzzin (with arms open wide to hug the boy) what are you doing here so far always from your carvan.
~He then gets very serious~

Arre yous in trouble what about the family do yous all needs you know some help or is this lika a friendlies visit.

~he pours the two glasses of hooch and hands one to the small boy~

The boy eyes Damara oddly for a moment then gladly takes the hooch.

"I am looking for those which lead the local Sylvani. I have a message that is not for the ears of these" he eyes around the bar carefully before saying in a louder, less unsure voice "gaujo".

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Hector shakes his head at the unnecessary secrecy.

"Treat the rest of the world as outsiders, boy, and you'll be seen as an outsider by the rest of the world."

(* to Hector) You know we are outsiders to the rest of the world right.

(* to boy) Little cuzzin thare are alot of Sylvani and didkai(Sylvani friends) here in midways. But we are all from different clans and caravans so we dont have a single leader. But if you wanna give the message to me i'd spread it to those who needs to hear it. Let's go for a little walk away from the gajes' and when we come backs we can work on getting you some mutton and bacon.

~As Raymond waits for the boys reply he refills both glasses~

Hector looks around and shrugs.

"You seem to be the only ones here treating you that way."

The little boy eyes the hooch Raymond poured him greedily, then looks down at his feet before saying

"You are not of the people metal one. You are gauja!"

The little boy throws the glass back chugging all of the hooch, before looking Raymond in the eye.

"If you have no leader here, I will move on. A request to meet was sent to us. So I suggest you discover who requested it, Cousin."

With that last line, the boys demeanor seems to change from meekness, to an air of authority.

"I shall wait for two days at my camp. It is less than an hour from here, to the north. Look for the storm felled tree, and yell a greeting of our people."

With that the boy turns and leaves the tavern.

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