A Migraine and a Grumpy Squirrel! What could go wrong? :P
Ferravale tavern
Magramba the squirrel and a spoofed rat. Blisa the cat and Ferdinand the ferret.
Blisa is sitting by 1 of the windows, staring out at the scenery, holding her head. She looks like she's in pain. Ferdinand is sitting across the table, staring at her, plainly worried. The remnants of a meal are in front of them.
Magramba can't help but feel a bit uneasy in this place. The squirrel's eyes rove cautiously about the room, his tail active with apprehension behind him as he enters the room through the squeaky front door, which he inadvertently lets slam shut behind him, jumping a little at the sound. His paw rests on the hilt of his sword for comfort, a pack held at his shoulder with the other.
Blisa jumps and winces at the sound of the door slamming shut and looks over at the perpetrator. When she sees that it's someone she's never met before, she covers her pain with a smile and waves at him. She'll wait until he comes closer to welcome him to her father's village. Ferdinand, his paw resting on his sabre hilt, glances at the squirrel, then turns back to his charge, his brow furrowed with worry for her.
Cats = evil, at least in Magramba's mind. The squirrel nods curtly to the cat, making his way quickly to the bar, his cape billowing semi-dramatically behind him. "Coltsfoot and comfrey tea, please," he asks, sliding a copper across the countertop to the rat behind the island. "And hot this time. Not lukewarm, not boiling. Hot." The rat nods with an exasperated sigh.
Blisa has too great of a headache to really care if he comes over right now...but she does notice the rat's exasperation, and so she stands and walks over to the bar, Ferdinand the bodyguard ferret scrambling to follow. "What seems to be the problem?" She asks quietly, trying to function normally with her chronic headache. Oh, which today is a migraine. Joy.
The rat opens his mouth to answer, but is immediately cut off by Magramba. "Incompetence, as far as I can tell. Or perhaps a total lack of appreciation for the finer things in life, like a good cup of tea," the squirrel explains, short claws tapping impatiently on the scratched-up countertop. "The first cup I ordered was tepid at best, and when I asked for a correction, I was served a mug of scalding-hot /leaf water./"
Blisa sighs and climbs onto a nearby stool, deciding that standing AND dealing with this AND suffering from a migraine is just too much all at once. "We do have many patrons who come here, my dear sir. We don't have enough beasts working here to make every patron happy, I'm afraid. I am sorry that the service you received has been unsatisfactory." She rubs her forehead and sighs. Ferdinand whispers to the barkeep something about white willow bark tea with lots of honey. The petite cat then smiles and adds, "By the way, My name is Blisa Wyrmtamer, daughter of Scioto, who is Chieftain here." Which is why she took it upon herself to see what the matter was.
It may or may not be continued. We shall see :) Thanks for reading!
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