Ale with a side of MURDER

Another day another gold coin, so the vixen tells herself. Of course in this case it's another day off of her service to the community. It wasn't the worst job, Inkpaw admits, she got a free room and enough tavern food to put some flesh to her bones, but if the vixen were able to hold down a normal job then she would not have turned to a life of crime.

Inkpaw wears a slight scowl as she services the many tables in the tavern. She is a brown fox with a black paw. Her green tunic and trousers are looking a little tight from the afore mentioned tavern food.

Zurrgg enters, with 3 weasels and a martin and grins, "This is the places boys, do sit down and let us order drinks, then maybe we can have some fun"

Inkpaw glances at the beasts as they enter and her scowl only deepens. She could reconize trouble a mile away. She was after all, trouble herself. She hides the feeling under a pleasent smile though as she greets the beasties that enter. "If you are lookin for fun you lot came to the right place!" The vixen slides her way towards the group, gesturing for the far room, "You lot look like you would enjoy a seat by the fighting pit. What kind of drinks would you like me to get started for ya?"

Zurrgg looks at the vixen and grins, "Some strong ale for me and my pals and not to worry" He lays out enough coins and some for a tip"I have enough and my idea of fun is not always in a tavern, why the village inself has fun to offer. Watch a fight, cause a fight....touture an enemy or two"

"Ah, one of those types..." The vixen chuckles to hide her nervousness. "This way gents." She leads the party to a more secluded table in the back room near the fighting pit. A pair of rats are going at it in a brawl amid the cheers of onlookers.

Returning shortly with a platter full of ale the vixen goes about setting out the drinks. She reconized them as dangerous beasts. Which was good. You could ear a propper living off of dangerous beasts if you knew how to play them right. It was like a playing a finely tuned instrument...one that could clobber you if you played it wrong...

"I must say it's about time we got some good ol' fashioned vermin in this town. What brings you lot here? Just passing through or...business?"

Zurrgg smirks as he takes a long drink of his ale, the others stay close to him and two weasels discuss something among them selfs when the wildcat speaks "You could say bussiness, see I hope to have a lot more friends soon and to pay one beast a visit and show him how much I missed him with a gift" He chuckes coldly.

The vixen only responds with a sweet smile, "Are ye now? I'm sure he would appreciate the unexpected visit. Perhaps you need help finding him? Or someone else as well? It's a small town and only one tavern. You get kind of aquainted with all the locals in some way or fashion. Their names, their addresses, their routines. Like the guards for example. Pesky creatures, going about arresting perfectly law abiding creatures. They might not take so kindly to your...visit. But they can be easily avoided...if you know their routine of course." She's not sure how many more hints she can drop.

Zurrgg smirks again"I worry not on trouble of guards and I like my visit to stay a surprise." He lays a paw on his blade and grins widely, "It will be fun, for me..I will even make sure he has a warm fire for these cold nights" His buddys laugh and one weasel says "Yeah boss...a fire ta keep him warm, more liek burn down......." His sentenxe is cut short as a dagger is flicked into his throat and the wildcat goes to make it appear the weasel is simply napping with his head resting on the table as he cleans off the dagger and shrugs "Well , see thats fun...one can;t be too excited after all can they?" He looks around "You saw nothing vixen, our frie3nd is simply...sleeping" He smiles coldly.

The vixen's laughter is more of a relex laced with fear, "Rigth! Sleeping! Silly creature, taking a nap and totally not just..." She rubs her throat. Inkpaw was about to let them know that the head guard was out of town today, in Redwall, that would show the fat tailed Bandit what for for giving her community service! But given the callus murder she just witnessed, perhaps that is not the best thing to say...

"If-if you need to take your friend outside to sleep off his drink, there is a back door through there." She begins to back away, platter held up infront of her almost like a defensive sheild.

Zurrgg smiles, no not a happy smile "Oh...he will be fine there, won't he?" His other-friends- nod thier heads "Yeah..yep boss" They are totally not saying much out of fear. He looks at the vixen"You could be nice to tell me if a stripe dog lives around here, any info is nice "

Only the vixen eyes can be seen over the platter, "Stripe dog? You mean a badger? Uh, sure. One comes here every now and again. I don't know his home address but...he leaves in the village to the west!" The vixen's tail wraps around her leg. "Was there...anything else you needed?"

Zurrgg narrow his eyes and clears his throat"This village or another? And yes a badger, I hate badgers and this one casued me trouble up north. I had wanted to kill him but he got away...I wanted to kill his son but someone I worked for took that away from me...no matter it was fun to watch him suffer, and the look on his face when his only child died in front of him"

The vixen's tail tightens aroundher legs. "Down the road to the right. Keep going west until you pass the market. Can't miss it." The vixen begins to step away from the crazy wild cat.

Zurrgg nods as he nods to the others to stand and of course they do, well all but the dead weasel he just..sleeps , yeah a long never wake up sleep....he smiles at the vixen"Your reward for info is you get to live, enjoy your life" He then snaps his fingers and the beasts that came with him, the live ones, leave.

The vixen seems to cringe as he walks past. She closes her eyes, waiting for the inevitable knife to the gut that never comes. Propping one eye open the fox glances at the door then to the weasel left at the table. Great...now she would probibly have to clean that up.

Then inkpaw realizes that eventually beasts are going to ask questions about this, questions she can't answer with out incriminating herself. "Screw it." She leaves the platter on the table, moving for the back door exit. Her community service has just officially ended...