C.A.R.P.S.

pointed ear wine is for pointie ears

*rowen looks freaked out*

bob do i have pointie ears???

She squirks a not-so-elegant eyebrow at Bob when he mentions the Elvish wine and presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth, clucking disapprovingly, "No accounting for taste, huh?"

When Rowen asks if he has pointy ears, she nudges him with the tip of her boot, "No, you don't have pointy ears, ya rum-pot! Honestly, what are you gonna do if we run into trouble here? Point a corkscrew at the enemy?"

Snickering, she looks at Bob, "On that note, I'll take a rum. And maybe we should move him out of the main walkway? People might think he's dead if they see him just laying here...he tends to do that a lot, ya know!"

Bob pulls out a ugly looking pair of scissors from behind the bar, "hmm, if ya do I think I can fix em!"



"One rum commin up, that's the brown one right?" Points to the color chart of drinks posted on the front of the bar.

Coming in to the Inn looking a beat-up Eve sets at the bar (looks down at Rowen then at Bob.) “That girl hits hard.” This is said to Bob as if he knows exactly what Eve was talking about. “I need something that will take off the worst of the pain and warm me. “Under her breath especially if I am going to keep up with that little sister of mine.” Dwarves for me please. {OOG: I don’t know what color that would be}

Looking around again Eve sees Mirathelyn smiles to the best of her ability and nods hello.

A knowing smile crosses Bob's face and he pours you a tall glass of the good stuff and a second one for himself.

"To da goooood stuffs!"

Miles walks into the tavern and notices Eve. Approaches her and sits next to her.

You look a little tired, darling. Which of the girls is getting the best of you this time?

Looks to Bob. I'll have one of what she is drinking please.[/i]

*A Guthrie climbs out from under the bar and looks around. He stops for a moment and looks at the Bartender*

"Hey, who are you?"

*He then shifts his gaze to the red haired woman*

"Hey, who are you?"

*After slight pause looks at the guy who just sat down next to the Gypsy*

"Hey, Who are you?

*Starts to look flabergasted as he scans the bar for a familiar face, Notices Rowen passed out on the floor and immediately dismisses even trying to talk to him and settles his gaze on the Gypsy woman and begins sputtering out questions in an excited, scared, and rapid fashion*

"WHO ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE? WHERE AM I? ISTHISABADDREAM? AMIBACKINTHENECROWHATCHMATINGY? WHYWASIASLEEPUNDERTHEBAR? WHEREISSYLAS? WHOISTHEGUYBEHINDTHEBARANDWHYISHEGIVINGMETHATLOOK? ISEVERYTHINGOK? WHODIED? WHOLIVED? DIDWEWIN? DIDWELOSE? COMEONLADYTELLME!!......Oh, and do you have anything to eat...Im famished, its been at least an hour since I last ate."

*picking his head up looks at all the new people pats his coin purse as if making shure that its still there*

wow little man gnomes person you talks way to fast slow down. i cant undermastand you.

and miss jingle jangle you would never make a good assassin you makes way to much noise.

look i have hands hehehehehe

*rowen kind drifts off in to his own little world and starts to make shadow puppets and barking*

“She did not get the best of me Miles. I was trying to show her how to use a short sword. I am sorry but that girl uses all strength and no grace when fighting. She could pick up a tree is think. “


Looks at the Guthrie. UMMMMM. This is Miles he is my blood. With and evil shining in her eyes she says "but you can call him Miles TOgo. That is Bob form the village I think and he helps out here at the bar. I am sorry but I have not known Mirathelyn for that long so I know nothing of her. This is not a bad dream it is real.” When he says Necrowhatchmatingy Eve laughs. “No you are not in the Necroverc. Plus, Bob is giving you that look because you where sleeping under the bar for no reason. I don’t know how you got there. No one is dead that I know of and I believe we have won the last battles we fought in. Sylas is over there points to him. Eve picks up the Guthrie and kisses him on the cheek I have missed you. I was hoping to see you last moon when we came back form the caravan. But you were now where to be seen." Picks up her dink and take a long drink.

Glares at Eve MY NAME IS NOT MILES TOGO, IT IS MILES PATHSTRIDES, YOU KNOW THIS.

You never did answer me, I asked which of the lovely girls it was?

Glancing at the Guthrie Hello. How was your nap? Hahaha.

*Lochlainn walks in looking very tired*

Vaellar! Good to see you.

*Stepping over Rowen and taking a seat by falling into it.*

Bob, can I get a glass of the darkest thing that you have back there? Thank you.

Smiling with her eyes and lips Eve says “I like to call you Miles Togo because it fits you. It was Lyen, the girl hit so hard, she may not get many hits in but the ones she does connect hard, like hammer.”

"What the he** is going on with him looks at Rowen. Shefrent cor moreshen girmaryn potchinfing. That one is crazy."

*The little Guthrie breaths a sigh of relief at hearing its not a bad dream, and another even bigger sigh of relief when he hears he is not back in necroverse.*

"I am very sorry I was absent, I have been dealing with some......things. Hopefully I will be around more often now."

*Looks over at the man and extending his hand*

"Hello, Miles. Im Vaellar, Guthrie extraordinare, crafter of magical goods, and procurer of things tasty and delicious. Speaking of which, does anyone happen to have anything tasty and delicious that I could procure???"

*Pauses for a moment then looks over at Lochlain*

"Hello Lochy! Eww, you dont look so good...did you just get beat up by a wood elf? I hear they are rather violent these days."

Bob lines up a bunch of cups on a tray on top of the bar and fills them all up.
Then he pulls out a bunch of cheese and bread and cookies from behind the bar and piles them on the tray as well. Then he hands the tray to the little Guthrie. Thane HAY warned me about yous. He said to make sure Mr. V gets his food or he gets grumpy... something or other about my not liking a grumpy Guthrie. One dark ale for Mr. Constable, another water for Rowen (hands him a light ale), and some dwarven stuff for me and Mr. ToGo," he says with a wink at the sylvani lady.