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The_Brony_Marek

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Registered: 2016-11-20

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I Have Something Important To Discuss

Now ICLY this happens Thursday May 18th around like lunch time or right before Lunch time, anyhow its mid day basically and the tavern is busy, but not so busy Marek can't have an important discussion in his office.

FV:Tavern
Outside a sign swings on a rusty creaking frame above the doorway of the tavern depicting a faded painting of what appears to be three rather rich looking skeletons slumped over a table around a black chalice, perhaps such a thing could be taken as a warning but it doesn't appear to work on the locals. The noise within on a normal day is usually heard before the door is even opened and only rises in volume when one actually steps inside.
There are the typical qualities of a tavern within, from the bar to the chairs and booths and the odd drunk who never seems to move it's the little details which encourage a patron to pay his tab if he likes his fingers. One look at some of the staff or customers might give the impression but the room is decorated to the fiercer tastes with bones, mostly skulls cropping up here and there to fill a gap on a shelf or decorating the walls above the doorways, fireplace and bar, a pair of axes joining the one over the fire with some signs that they've been yanked off to join in a fight a couple of times. Some of the comfier chairs are lined with fur and very rarely one might be found with a few pointed bits of bone to decorate the back. Despite the looks there is entertainment and fun to be had, some form of music usually played on a small stage in the corner and at least one bouncer usually tries to keep the peace while beasts gamble, drink and be merry.
A small door behind the bar leads out the back to the kitchen and cellars while one wall has been opened up in a wide arch to increase the space off into the next room where what seems to be a wooden fence with gates on either end has been set up as a fighting pit as further entertainment and something to bet over.

It’s a busy day in the tavern and the owner had to get a couple more workers, one knows what to do and another is a slow worker and seriously driving Marek insane as the stoat shakes his head and hands the weasel a mop "Just clean....good grief" He looks around and shakes his head as he mixes a couple drinks and serves them.   

Xander walks into the tavern and smiles, it’s good to be back home...well almost home anyways or maybe it’s home as his Uncle Zee's hut is his now. He makes his way to the main area where Marek is and looks back to make sure whoever is following is still back there as the other two with him had other stuff to do.   

Cynthia stays close to Xander. She never liked this tavern and in her mind it’s still creepy. She catches site of Marek and sighs as she watches him, yeah she remembers him as he made her clear and work for a week when she refused to go home some seasons ago “Well your still here I seee....then again not the tavern without you." She adds a chuckle.   

Marek glances at the voice and focuses his attention on the mouse maid "And so lovely to see you as well Ms. Cynthia...ah Mr. Xander I am glad you have returned, your timing is off by a couple days...I need to speak with you on important matters that I wish to not wait for." He leaves the bouncer in charge, yeah no one will try anything dumb with the tall fox there as he heads to his office, "I suppose you both can come I do not care"   

Xander blinks "Talk? Bout wot I just go back and I had an issue with sand lizards and then a Thunderstorm happen and...well we walked from there as the boat needed repair but it was fine the captain will be able to fix it and yeah I am keeping an eye on Cynthia so she stays will me." He follows the stoat to the office.   

Cynthia starts to sit and then sighs, but then less creepy upstairs or so she remembers and so she follows them, "Where is that one mole, isn’t he usually in the tavern when its busy?"   

FV:Tavern:Office
This is the office of the tavern, not much in here except a desk made of cheery wood and a couple dressers against a wall full of scrolls and papers and such things. An oil lamp is here for light and you can exit back to the hallway if you wish.

Marek goes to unlock his office and stops, he first ushers them inside and closes the door as he speaks quietly “He died..." He leaves it at that and it’s clear it will not be spoken of again as he clears his voice “Mainly I am here to speak to Mr. Xander." He gets out blueprints and lays them down "For the Defender's base...Texo will help with that." He takes a deep breath "There is also the matter...of someone to watch the tavern while I am away"   

Xander already knows what happen to Zaram as he frowns. He sits down and looks at the blueprints, which he has no clue what to make of them "Yeah...good idea and I know there is still building supplies, and Uncle Zee left more than enough coins to help get other supplies, I even have a better location for the base, close to dirt road but a little ways onto the Ferravale path first and your go off it into the woods. There is like a small clearing and everything I AM sure with hard work can be cleared more as no tall trees, some normal bushes and a couple small trees and like weeds an things and..."He stops "Watch the tavern? F..For how long and who watch it?"   

Cynthia sits in a chair by the other wall and looks bored, she listens somewhat to them talking.   

Marek clears his voice "You Mr. Xander and Patch, two beasts I trust and I do not have a come back time as I do not know. I need to go on a trip, figure out things and what to guess do in life. A quest to find myself maybe call it, I do not know. I have lost some of the trust I gained cause of Mr. Quade's lies...some I gained back yes but not all of it and some I never totally gained at all."
   
Xander blinks "Umm..wot?!" He frowns, "Watch a tavern? With Patch? But I have the Mossflower Defenders...I am leader now remember, and the group has grown a little bit, just a little and I have thought of using here as a meeting place..maybe...why me? Why me to watch the tavern and wot would I do anyways?"   

Cynthia frowns, well she could offer some help "I..I could help cook if it’s needed....hey learned from the best since my father is Friar of Redwall and I..would be willing to make...well more verminish stuff too"   

Marek looks at the mouse maid "Maybe...and some vermin stuff is no longer made...much to complaining but chieftain’s  rule not mine. No more wood Pidgeon...there is still fish and...eel, but no Pidgeon or dove as before...shrimp is around and a vermin version of skinny and duff." He then turns to Xander "Mainly just keep things in order, have the other Defenders help...I trust Patch not to lose coin of the tavern, and this or the abbey can be a meeting place perhaps for the Defenders, that is  up to you Mr. Xander as you are  the leader now. I Am only an ally, not fully a member even and will be away anyways. You are to have the office, dust it once a week. My room is to be dusted as well as Zaram's once a month and left alone, nothing moved and there is one guest room for important guests to Ferravale above the tavern as well such as say Mr. Benar or...someone such as that stead a day or so at Ferravale"   

Cynthia shrugs, she can cook and rather stay in Ferravale for....well reasons.   

Xander listens as he thinks for a while "I...ok I guess. Am I allowed to have any other helpers, I wouldn’t have them upstairs I would tend to all that myself."   

Marek leans his elbows on the desk, his paw stump has a sort of covering now, simple and plain for now, "Someone trustworthy yes. I am guessing your be in Mr.Zee's hut" He pulls out the keys showing him which goes to what door and repeating it a couple times and then lays them in front of the badger.   

Cynthia looks between them, quiet as she is being respectful       

Xander takes the keys "Ok...Zaram's room..keep locked, your room keep locked....office, supply rooms, guest..tavern door key ok" He says quietly "You know your be missed by some Marek and...when does this ..well start.?"   

Marek shakes his head, "It starts tomorrow, that is when I leave and the only beast that would...miss me, truly miss me is Lilymoore..." He opens a drawer and pulls out a wrapped gift and hands it to the badger “For...Lily....from me. Please make sure she gets that Mr. Xander" He frowns as he sighs deeply “Now...please leave my office, it is  still mine till sunrise tomorrow...good day and I will lock the tavern later tonight and open it tomorrow as I keep a key with me still...now go and leave me...alone" He grows quiet.   

Cynthia frowns "You ok Marek?" Hey she may not like him but the guy sounds depressed right now.   

Xander frowns and stands, "Ok..." He looks at Cynthia "Let’s just go I need to get you to the abbey, I am sure Lacota be happy to see you"   

Marek stands and basically pushes them out, “Leave" Firm but a listen now tone and the door is locked from the inside with a click.   

Cynthia blinks and looks to the badger trying to figure out what all is going on. “Whats wrong with him, why is he....well so moody?"   

Xander leads her downstairs and on outside "Long story, maybe later I can explain it..let’s just get to Redwall we can get there by Dinner maybe"

After they leave the stoat breaks down, he breaks down in a fit of sobs. Sobs for Zaram, sobs for worry of weather Lilymoore will still be his friend, just the sadness of leaving and not knowing what the future holds, he is leaving behind what he is use to and he is unsure when he will return or if he even will return. He needs to go on this quest and it will be one of the hardest things he has ever done in his life.

*** This is what the gift is ****
Wrapped in light silver paper with a red silk bow, opens to a simple wooden jewelry box with a vine pattern on it. Open to ……a  small gold bell, that will ding and has Lilymoore engraved on it  in fancy letters. The Gold bell is on a gold chain . With the bell is  a note ++  To Lilymoore, Let our friendship forever ring true.... friendship is golden....signed Marek Redthorn ++