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The_Brony_Marek

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Chat At The Black Gull

==Yeah super short but what ever   =

It was a nice, warm spring morning...somewhere else in Mossflower. It was cloudy and cold this morning around the Black Gull, the weather throwing in a mix of light showers today just to spite the beasts on the road. It makes travel here that much more of a chore these days.   

Bandit didn't come here as often as he had in the past, mostly because it was getting harder to make the walk the more often he ate here. One could hardly recognize the head guard of Ferravale as he kicks back in his chair, eating a leg of wood pigeon like it is his last meal. He wears simple comfy attire, having no shame in how his stomach hangs out of his pine marten vest. This was Bandits day off and no one was going to ruin it...   

It was a nice, warm spring morning...somewhere else in Mossflower. It was cloudy and cold this morning around the Black Gull, the weather throwing in a mix of light showers today just to spite the beasts on the road. It makes travel here that much more of a chore these days.   

Bandit didn't come here as often as he had in the past, mostly because it was getting harder to make the walk the more often he ate here. One could hardly recognize the head guard of Ferravale as he kicks back in his chair, eating a leg of wood pigeon like it is his last meal. He wears simple comfy attire, having no shame in how his stomach hangs out of his pine marten vest. This was Bandits day off and no one was going to ruin it...   

Marek walked into the Gull, right now cloaked as he made his way to a table near Bandit. He looked over at the head guard and shaked his head before sitting down and ordering an ale and whatever the special of the day was.   

Well, nearly no one could ruin his day. The fox nearly chokes at the sight of Marek. He wasn't exactly the fox's favorite stoat. The fox may have forgiven Marek of his many crimes but never past the point of viewing him as a rival and sometimes slight annoyance. It was a step up from 'someone who needs to be assaulted with a battle ax'.   

"Ho HO!" The fox laughs from his chair, "What's dis? Did the cook finally tire of his own cooking? Maybe you are here to steal recipes?"   

Marek looks over at Bandit as some wild greens, a roll, and oh look wood Pidgeon arrives. He quietly eats and downs some ale before he speaks "Mr. Bandit, how nice to see you and I do not need to steal recipes..I make my own or my workers do. I came here for a change of....view" He frowns slightly as he stabs down at a piece of food and then slowly eats it, sipping is ale and getting some more in the glass.   

This causes the fox to laugh once again. He stands, sliding his way against the bar next to Marek. The fox wasn't nearly as hefty as he once was, although by the empty plates on the table behind him one could imagine it wasn't from a lack of effort. "I hear ya. Myself I can't believe the cheiftess banned wood Pidgeon from the village. This be the last place a fox can come, kick back, and be...vermin I guess." He leans his back against the bar, "What brings you here?"   

Marek says, "Sometimes something more verminish helps one think...and the tavern still reminds me much of....Zaram" The last word say quiet. He clears his throat “And I am getting ready to head off elsewhere for a while, where...I am unsure"   

"GOOD." The fox says happily, patting Marek on the back, "Town will be quieter without ya. No offense." he says quickly, "It's just that there are certain beasts that trouble just...follows, even at no fault of their own. Assassin, kidnappers, monsters trying to devour them. Things just...happen around them." He takes a swig of his drink, "We both fall into that category, It's why I'm thinking about a vacation somewhere as well..."   

Marek makes a fist as if he wants to punch the fox and then just unballs his fist and sighs, he then asks "Yes but are you not the Head Guard..who would be that while your away, hmmm?"   

"Someone good enough to take my place, but not good enough to replace me." The fox smiles, "I've trained the guard well. They can step up and take over for me if needed. It would be nice to take some time off before whatever happens next. Our track record for invasions is startling high..."

Marek says, "Yes but the Mossflower Defenders should keep things in order or least I hope Mr. Xander does. I shall be leaving him and Mr. Patch in charge of the tavern as well, and maybe hire a bouncer before I go to keep things...on order."   

"Right. Order." He laughs, picking his teeth the beast pushes off from the bar. "Speaking of duty I need head back to the village. Take care on your trip Stoat. Try not to get into trouble." That's about as good of a goodbye as one would get from bandit as the fox staggers towards the door, belly swollen with ale and meat.   

Marek rolls his eyes and downs his ale, he motions for more...and grabs the weasel’s arm to keep the ale bottle there as he hands him a couple coins of gold and the weasel nods quickly and seems suddenly happy as he skips away.