Orel - 03 03 2009 - Languages and Hygiene

Halyard Tavern: Main Room

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Warmly lit by torches along the walls and lanterns set upon the many tables

scattered around the room, the main room of the Halyard Tavern is an often-

populated area. One corner of the tavern is taken up by a stage, about a

foot or two higher than the rest of the floor, where live entertainment

performs, while circular tables, both large and small, are set up in front

of the stage, spreading out into the center of the room. Meanwhile, around

the perimeter of the tavern, booths are set, and, of course, the obligatory

bar rests against the far wall, a bartender or barmaid always on duty.

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Paige gets the 'tender's attention with a little motion of her hand, smiling. "Strawberry cordial, please," she murmurs, "with just a dram of rum in it? Thank you.."

Timber watches the two curiously with a look of an outsiders curiosity. Things were so much different here. He seems to have forgotten about his writing for the moment.

Drystan slides up next to Paige, leaning casually against the bar. "Evening, princess. Feeling alright? Had me worried last night." That's all he can think of to say about that.

"Oh." Paige's ears flutter briefly, settling back in her blond hair, and a smile develops on her muzzle. "Drystan. Yes, I'm fine, no need to worry.." She turns the coin in her fingers slowly. "I just had a talk with Orel, after all."

A rat slides in from the back rooms of the tavern, his tawdry faded and ragged clothing the same as always. He winks to the bar hare and moves out from behind the bar. Glaring at Drystan before smiling at the others present. "Evenin all!" He peers at Timber, pawing for the stone that hangs around his neck.

Timber shifts his attention to the rat, still just observing quietly. He narrows one eye then looks back to his parchment and starts writing again in his language.

"Glad to hear it." Drystan rubs his fingers together, and two coppers appear. "What'd you order, dearest?" A cheeky wave goes to Orel.

Paige glances at Orel with a smile of greeting, then responds to Drystan, "A strawberry cordial, with a dram of rum in it." She slips her coin back into her sash.

Orel smiles back shyly at Paige and slips over to press something into her paw, he then moves over to Timber after getting two tankards and sits down opposite him, sliding one across. "ye worked oot tha old lingua yet?"

Timber continues writing for a moment, then looks back up when the rat comes over and starts talking to him. His ears lay back almost in an embarrassed way, "La mak'al'a su bruchi veckara...No word." He looks down at the table, stairing through his writings and saying two of the few words he knows.

Orel grins and taps the tankard, pusjhing it over to Timber, "Ale.. coom on, tis akle."

Timber looks at the tankard, "Ale?" He reaches out and takes it, giving it a sniff. He was still waiting on his tea to show up, but the server got distracted at the bar.

Drystan smiles and lays the coins on the bar before her, and offers a paw to help her onto a stool. "Excellent choice."

Orel grins, "Ale..." he makes a drinking motion with his tankard, then shrugs and takes a swig of it. He then points at himself. "Rat..." at the foxes, "Vixen." is said to Paige. "Charlatan" is said of Drystan then a point at the cat. "cat."

Timber takes a small sip, then nods. He points at Orel, "Rat." Then to the two foxes, "Vix'en, Char'la'taan." Then to himself and he shakes his head at what the rat said about him, "Tralnir."

Curse you, rat. Drystan glances over at the word 'charlatan.' "That's Drystan to you, Ratface."

Orel pats his muzzle, "Why yes.. ah got a ratface? Tis tha meant tae be an insult?" he smiles mildly at Drystan. Licking his claws and wriggling them at the tod before turning back timber. "Table" he wraps the table.

Paige's ears give little shifting motions in their low position, head tilted fractionally. She watches Orel's attempt to teach Timber words with amusement. "You're so nice to be helping him that way, Orel.." She fingers the pouch he gave her a moment ago, not opening it.

Timber glances at the table, then points at it with a smile, "Ta'ble." Then he points at the three again, "Rat, Vix'en, Char'la'taan," then at the ale which he takes another longer drink of, "Ale." He pats his chest with a paw and bows his head in introduction, "Tralnir."

You exclaim, "Tralnir!" he claps, "Wonderful!" He giggles and peers at Paige, "anythin tae make ye appy Paige. Besides is mumbo be irratating tae tha ears." he points at the hare. "Hare... mmmmm he lifts the stone that hangs around his neck, "stone.""

Drystan waits patiently, paw extended still. "So... Did'ja want help getting on the stool...?"

Paige blinks a little and smiles, hand setting in Drystan's, using the help to get onto a stool, where she perches with her ankles crossed. "Oh I'm sorry.. I'm sorry, Drystan," she murmurs, "my mind must be elsewhere... But thank you."

Timber smiles and nods at Orel when he repeats his name. He looks from one to the other when Orel talks to Paige, but says nothing. He looks at the stone curiously, "St'one." He takes in a deep breath and tries to remember the words that he learned the other day on the beach. After taking a drink he points at the stone, "Wh'aat stone ?"

Drystan shakes his head, smiling. "No problem, dearest." A glance goes to the barkeep as he hops onto his own stool. "I'll have the same as the lady."

Orel taps the stone, causing it to sway back and forth, "Me seein stone! Lets me part tha veil o tha dark realm."

Timber watches the stone move. He had no idea what the rat said, but he could gather that it was important in some way. He motions at his eyes, "See?"

Paige's tail swats sideways, just barely brushing Drystan's in a playful manner. Her head ducks a little. "I'd think you'd want something stronger, Drystan," she comments.

Orel clutches it to his chest and squeaks, "No... no no no no nononono!" he shakes hsi head, "Mine!" he snarls." Never try and touch it!"

Timber moves back in his chair, grabbing at his staff defensively when the rat's demeanor changed so rapidly. His voice is a little excited, "La nu'uan karrano! No keep."

Drystan wrinkles his nose, waving dismissively. "Nah, I don't drink for the strength of it, I drink for the sake of drinking." His eyes twinkle as he leans onto the bar, laying down two more coppers, and swishing his tail over Paige's.

Orel sniffs and calms down an nods, "Not yours... no one touches it." he lets go of it, letting it dangle around his neck.

Timber also calms down, but he keeps his thin staff in a paw. With his other paw he pats his chest, "Tralnir no keep." He shakes his head and points at the rat, "Rat keep." Then he tries again, "Rat see?"

Orel nods his head, and grins, "Yes, rat keep, rat keep good." he smiles softly and flicks his ears.

"Ah. Well that is a wise way to go about it," the vixen says with a slight nod. She glances at Orel, intrigued by his reaction to the pendant being touched. "Orel.. what is that stone?"

Drystan snorts lightly, chuckling. "His wife."

Orel growls at Drystan, "it be me seein stone, it lets me see... at least... lets me channel wot ah see so it disnae all coom at once." he growls. "Any hole with a stone will do. But they be ard tae find."

Timber continues to be a little on guard from the outburst. He repeats, "Good." Then he points at the two foxes and asks, thinking that he has the meaning of that word, "Good?"

"A .. hole with a stone? Oh, oh sweet Orel," the vixen chuckles, shaking her head, getting up to move toward him, "you've got it all backwards my friend.."

Orel smiles at the vixen, "Paige" he points at the vixen as she approaches. "mmm... she very good." he nods to

Timber then peers at the vixen, "Oh no lassy... is wot I said it be."

Drystan watches with unending disappointment as Paige slips off her stool and walks off. "What more do I have to do..." Murmur.

Timber looks at her, "Vix'en. Pai'ge very good." He nods to himself once, then he bows his head to her and pats his chest, "Tralnir."

Paige gives Drystan a quick smiling glance and then steps to Orel, hand out, fingers halting a few inches from the stone. She smiles curiously at the rat. "Can't I touch it.. just once, Orel..?"

Orel covers the stone with both paws and shakes his head, "Best nae... not withoot tha proper rituals! Tis me hole, ye'll unbalance it!"

Timber watches the two for a moment, then he bows his head to them and gets up. He moves towards the other fox and smiles, "Char'la'taan," then he taps himself, "Tralnir," is said with a bow of the head.

Drystan just smiles and waves to Paige. Yeah, you're smiling, so I'm waving. And... then there's a cat. "No no. Drys-tan. Drystan. Drrr-ih-stan Faaiir-a-dooon. Drystan Faridoon."

Paige draws the hand back a little, lips pursing in a bit of a frown. "Oh, Orel, /please/ can I..? Just once." Her fingertips brush against her lower lip, dark eyes showing a trace of disappointment.

Orel wriggles and looks around and then takes a small pot out of a pouch on his belt. He takes her hand and smears a thick green grease over her claws, he then hooks a finger through the hole so he has a firm hold of it and nods. "K... now yer ken."

Timber tilts his head to the side, "La....no?" Then he thinks for a moment and points again, "Drystan Faridoon...good?"

Drystan nods to the cat, watching Paige from the corner of his eye. "Yes, excellent."

What do you want to whisper?

Paige's whiskers flutter briefly and then she reaches out, greasy fingers settling over the stone. She tilts her head curiously as she touches it. "I think I'd like one of these... it's rather pretty," she comments.

Timber nods, "Exc'el'lent is good, var?"

Orel sniffs, "Yer ave tae find ye own... only ya ken find yer ole. tis is mine. ye can't ave it Paige!" He shakes his head, "Keep yer eyes peeled ye may see one. n wear yer bracelett, tis protection against fox diseases."

Drystan nods, eyes on Paige. "Yes, excellent is good." A paw raps absently on the bartop. "Bar."

Paige's hand drops from the stone, and she wipes off the grease on the tabletop. Now the pouch is brought out. "Is that what you gave me? A bracelet?" She tugs open the drawstring on the pouch and takes it out.

Timber glances at the bar, but then he follows Drystan's gaze to Paige. A moment later he looks back to Drystan,

"Drystan sul....uh...li...like?" He looks like he wasn't sure if thats the right word.

Orel tucks the stone out of sight behind his sash and nods his head, "Yes.. ah made yer a bracelet. Is proof against disease, as ye insist on bein all clean n lettin tha bad humours in."

Drystan snorts lightly, shaking his head. His eyes flick over to the cat, wishing he could smash that language barrier with a hammer. "Sure. Drystan like-ee, vixen prett-ee. Vixen nice and kind. Drystan... Drystan.. Drystan like-ee."

Paige's nose crinkles faintly. "I /like/ to be clean, Orel, there's nothing wrong with it.. it is next to holiness after all." Her tone is light and playful, and after studying the bracelet for a moment she offers it out to him. "Well .. go on then, put it on me."

Orel grins, taking the bracelet and unclasps it, sliding it around her wrist and doing it back up. "Nonsense! Tis bad fer ye, a gud layer oh dirt n grim keeps oot everythin nasty"

Timber looks back at Paige, "Paige nice." Then he looks back at Drystan and nods, "Paige nice, Paige pretty," he says in a confirming way. He knew those words. He smiles at the todd and points at Paige, "Go. Sul mak'lur nice Paige. Get."

Drystan laughs lightly and leans back against the bar. "Yeah, well. If only. I'm afraid it doesn't work that way around here, friend." The fox watches Paige for a moment, then turns to the cat again. "I've decided to teach you by immm-mmer-sion. I'm just gonna talk, and you pick up what you can. You too, maybe we'll learn together."

Timber listens to the gibberish that the fox was saying, trying to make sense of it. "Immer'si'on....immersion." Then he motions to himself, "I'm?" He looks away in thought for a moment, "La...erm...no get her?"

Maybe those large ears are picking up what's being said - or maybe not. Paige seems focused on the braclet, anyway, admiring it with more of a smile, fingering the different charms. "Well, regardless of what muck and grime might be good for.. I /do/ like the bracelet, Orel. Thank you."

What do you want to whisper?

Orel kisses Paige's cheek, "yer welcome, glad ye like it>" he looks at his fur and sighs, "Ad tae make me own bracelett too. Zoe insists ah be clean, yer like a clean rat too it seems if'n ye like clean beasts. Tisn't right."

Drystan sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He points at himself. "/I/ can't get /her./" He points to Paige. "/She/ can't get /me./" He points to both himself and the vixen. "/We/ have to get /each other./ Understand?"

Paige pats Orel lightly and briefly on the arm. "I'm sure you'd look very dashing if you were to practice, ahh.. better hygiene, hm, Orel?" she suggests with a smile.

Orel twitches his nose and tugs it at Paige. "Foine... foine aye'll speak ta miss Keita... aboot it.... but me clothes stay!"

Paige purses her lips thoughtfully. "Do you promise to wash your clothes, then?" she coaxes, fingers laced in front of her.

Timber shakes his head slowly and points again, "No get?" Then he looks down for a moment, then points at Orel, "Rat get?"

Drystan shakes his head, picking up his tankard and taking a long swig. "Not if I can help it."

Orel ears perk, he heard that but just grins over Paige's shoulder at Drystan and winks. "Ah do wash em! when it rains..." he finishes. "Aye'll think aboot it.."

Timber looks from the fox to the rat, then to the vixen and back to the fox. He makes a fist with one paw and holds his staff out with the other, "No? Not like home?" Then he looks down, "No right..."

Drystan laughs, nodding. "Exactly." He sees that wink. Aaaand... returns it.

"Well you should do it more often," Paige says with another pat on Orel's arm. "With soap, maybe? Drystan?" She glances at him, ears perked, waiting for his attention.

Drystan asks, "Yes, dearest?"

Orel smiles and settles back at his table, "Ah always use soap! Jist ain't as gud as yers!" he nods. "Well... aye shud get ome."

Paige gestures him over. "Don't you think Orel would look handsome if he cleaned up a little?"

Timber looks at the three, shrugs and just listens, trying to pick up words and learn their meanings.

Drystan hops off his stool and comes up beside the vixen, paws in his pockets. He leans about to look at the rat from different angles, then stands, thinking. "Probably not," he pronounces. "For all we know, there's nothing in there." A tentative paw touches Paige's arm. Hey there.

Orel grins at Drystan and snorts, blowing out his whiskers, "Ey nae! Yer be knowin ah was quite tha rat when ah was First mate o tha Britanak, ah still be tha same rat, jist a bit grubby frae beggin n living rough."

Timber mumbles under his breath, repeating the words that they were all saying.

Paige gives Drystan a light tap on the arm. "Be /nice/," she chides him with a little sideways smile, fingers brushing and then her hand falling away from the tod's arm. "I'm sure you were /quite/ the rat, Orel."

Drystan gives Paige a sidelong glance. "Indeed. Quite." He points back at the bar. "Y'know, your drink's been on the bar for a while now."

Orel smirks, "Oh ay still am... when tha sight disnae be upon me! nae aye shud git goin."

Timber is still sitting at the bar where Drystan was. "Be nice...I'm sure you were qui...quite the rat Orel..." he mumbles.

Drystan points to Timber and whispers in a conversational tone. "Immersion. He's a quick one, too."

"Alright, Orel," Paige says with a nod, turning away from him finally with an absent swish of her tail. "Have a good night..." She moves back to her drink, lifting it, taking a swallow.

Drystan follows her, hops onto his own stool. "Ready?" Without waiting for an answer, he sweeps Paige up onto her stool.

- End Log