Orel - 18 03 2009 - Bar-rat

Halyard Tavern: Kitchen

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This is the tavern kitchen. It looks much like any other kitchen. The far

right wall is lined with ovens built into the brick wall, their soot-covered

doors kept closed at all times save for moments of operation. The ovens are

approximately two feet wide by one foot high, with depths of four feet.

Thoroughly charred wood and dying embers are often in evidence, as the ovens

are very rarely not in use. Two long, narrow tables, arranged parallel to

each other, serve as counterspace for food preparation. A heavy door, propped open by a heavy sack of flour, leads into the kitchen pantry, and next to this doorway another one, often closed, leads down a set of stairs to the cellar, where the tavern's supply is stored.

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The staff in the kitchen are not currently cooking, vegetables are being chopped, mixtures stirred up and prepared but the large cooking range is currently still and cold. They have discovered a most marvelous thing, rats it seem don't care about cleaning out the filthy interior of the oven and so they are letting Orel go at it with a determined will. The rat has a bucket into which he is scooping the ashes, leaning all the way inside to srape them out. His long naked tail slithering from side to side as he works.

Meanwhile, Keita has been out in the main room! But now! Aha. She appears in the kitchen. Quirks a brow at the present sight. Uh /huh/. "I'm not givin' him a bath, this time."

Orel backs out of the oven and looks around at Keita, dusting ash from his ears, "Ahh ah nae be that filthy boss. And I'll take a bath o me own at home later. Promise!" He stands up, "They say I can help with food and such if I stay clean." He grins at that idea and then lifts his stone to peer at Keita.

Keita chuckles at Orel, nodding indulgently. "All righ'. Fine. And yeah. If you stay clean you c'n help with the food."

Poor Keita.. she has just doomed all her customers away from the food. The rat rocks back and forth for a moment and then drops his stone and steps forwards to hug Keita tightly. "When the storm comes... donot climb high... run long.... for what is sturdy will fall within when the waters come."

Keita's eyebrows quirk, but she returns the hug. "Guess I'm outta luck with m'peg leg, then, eh?" She grins.

Orel steps back and blinks, peering owlishly and confusedly at her. "Wha... yer leg? Ow did that happen anyway? Was it vermin?"

Keita dips her head in a nod. "Aye, t'was. Numbah o' seasons back, now."

Orel nods his head but makes no appologise for his fellow vermin, is what they are after all. "Did ye want me tae do anythin else now? Or did ye fancy getting tha meal n getting drunk wid me!"

Ha! "When'd I say I was gonna get drunk?" Keita protests.

You exclaim, "Ye said yer'd join me fer a meal n a drink! Ow ken tha nae mean drunk?""

The door between the kitchen and tavern opens partway, and Paige hovers there. Her hair is windblown and she gives a hesitant smile toward Orel and Keita. "Ah.. sorry. There was no one at the bar..."

Drystan's head appears over Paige's shoulder. "And we'd like a drink."

Orel puts down the bucket and washes his paws and dries them. "Let me then... wot do yer two want? I'll see if'n we be avin it."

Paige steps inside so Drystan can as well. "I'm not sure," she murmurs with a glance over at the tod. "I'll let Drystan decide - he's paying."

Orel smiles and bustles up behind the bar, he's not done this before wooo adventure time. "Lets see..." he grabs two tankards and waits to hear what they want.

Keita has gone over to the sink to wash up, herself. She's got to head back out to watch the bar, apparently! But she waits, watching Orel. Let's see how he does!

Drystan steps in behind Paige, and takes a place even with her, absently meshing his hand in hers. "I don't know, princess, what're you in the mood for?"

Orel waits and turns to look at the bottles, "I Could reccomend the Whisky? Or the Brandy? Or maybe you two would prefer Vodka?"

Paige gives Drystan a smile while her fingers link with his. "Something... fruity, I think."

Drystan nods, eyes scanning his options. "How about... a quarter cup of elderberry wine with apple cider and cherry cordial?"

Paige's tongue flicks against her upper lip. "That. That sounds delicious."

Orel tilts his head, the rat looking along the Firkin's. He takes a jug and draws some elderberry wine, adds in some Apple Cider and then tops it up with Cherry Cordial, stirring it with a wooden stick to mix the flavour together.

Keita watches this display with interest. The rat is acting almost /normal/. Who would've thought it?

Paige sidesteps a little to lean into Drystan, ears tilting slightly upward. As Orel makes the drink, the vixen smiles toward Keita. "How have you been faring, Keita?"

Keita tilts her head to Paige. "Ah - pretty well, thanks! Can't complain, can't complain. Orel here makes m'life easiah 'round the place."

Orel grins at Keita and waggles his ears at her. "Tis me joy tae elp ye oot me love!" He.. is a cad. He eyes Paige and carefully pours some of the conction into a tankard and then some into Drystan's and waits for the tod to pay him before he passes them over. He even puts the money in the cash box! all of it! Oh woe... the world is probably about to break in half or something.

The sky is falling! Pigs are flying! Hell is freezing over! Or, no, okay. Everything's fine. Keita just looks a little surprised, is all. "Thank, 'love'." Ha.

Paige smiles curiously at Orel. "You have a collection of 'loves' I think," she comments.

Keita smirks. "Don't worry, you're one of three I hear about often," she says of Paige.

Orel leans over the bar and catches Paige's paw and kisses it, "Yer all be sooch beauties! Aye cannae elp meself! Though if miss Keita wud ave me! Aye'd be ers n ers alone!" He would add a little umbrella to her fruity cocktail but sadly they do not exist! "Well have a try, tell me wot yer think?"

Keita snorts. Somehow she actually doubts he would. The doe chuckles and pushees off the counter she leans against. "Well. Why don't we get out of the kitchen so the cooks c'n work, eh?" And she makes a shooing gesture.

Drystan meaningfully slips his arm around Paige, brow raised at the rat's display. Ok, he's just insane. The fox takes a sip from his tankard. "Good, it's what I paid for."

Paige smiles timidly, muzzle ducking as her hand is kissed. That one then lifts to take the drink, and she sips it. "Oh, it's /very/ good. Drystan, I'm impressed, you picked a very good combination." She turns to leave the kitchen at Keita's shooing.

Halyard Tavern: Main Room

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Halyard Tavern ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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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Orel nods his head and lets himself be shooed out and parks himself behind the bar! HA! Everyone is going to have to deal with Orel now. He grins at

Drystan then smiles at the ladies. "Did ye be wantin a drink Keita? Bein tha boss n all?"

Keita shakes her head and hops up onto a stool, getting herself comfortable again. "Nah, Orel. M'good."

Drystan leads Paige around to the front of the bar, but eyes a few of the smaller tables. "Bar or table, dearest?"

"Mm, bar," Paige decides. She releases Drystan's hand to go perch herself on a stool a little down from where Keita is seated.

Orel picks up a wine glass and clean cloth and gets to work polishing it, humming idly to himself, pausing to serve someone a pint of ale. He seems to know his way around the bar, "Ye sure ye dinnae want anything boss? A drink? Shoulder massage? Bottle o rum?"

Drystan says, "You make it sound so childish. I meant /really/ like, not just. Like. Isn't that what I said? 'I really like you?'"

Paige's ears tuck back. "I don't mean to make it sounds childish, Drystan... It's very flattering..."

Keita's eyebrows shoot up. She looks between the pair, and her eyes settle on Drystan. Her look suggests that yes, it /is/ childish. And she smirks at him. Oh, man.

Orel has clearly missed something, the rat looks up and mms. "You two ok fer drinks."

Drystan glares a bit. "Well, what should I say then? 'I feel strong affection towards you'?"

Keita ducks her head. To hide the snicker.

Paige makes a little sympathetic sound at Drystan. "It's alright.. there's nothing to be embarrassed about..."

Yes. There is. Keita /coughs/.

Paige isn't glaring, it's questionable whether she's ever actually glared in her life. But her look at Keita is... disapproving.

Orel looks more baffled, the poor rat clearly is not keeping up. "Wot? we talking about? Did Drystan say something rude tae miss Paige? I'll throw him out of you like boss." Oh he'd enjoy that!

Drystan sinks in on himself, arms crossing. Stupid hare.

Paige just gives a slight shake of her head at Orel.

Keita reaches over and pats Orel on the back. "Nah, mate. Tod's already got enough t'be embarrassed about. Leave 'im t'stew, s'best."

You exclaim, "Awwwww!" he whines, "Yer sure I cannae toss im out in the mud? It'd be fun! Ye cud elp me.""

Paige's little muzzle forms a frown. "/Orel/, please. Stop it."

Orel sighs and backs his ears and hangs his head, "Yes'm miss Paige... sorry."

Drystan mutters to Paige. "This is exactly what I was talking about yesterday."

Paige ducks her head. "I'm sorry." She sets down the drink and rises from her seat. "I shouldn't've.. said anything..."

Aww, poor rat. Keita gives him a sympathetic glance. Passes her flask his way.

Orel looks sad and then oooh flask! He gladly accepts and takes a good long SWIG, "Mmmm tasty... wot is this?"

Drystan glances up, flicking an ear, consternation evident on his face. "Paige..."

"S'my special brew," Keita says with a surprised smirk. How has she NOT introduced him to it? She's faltering in her old... er. Age. Thing.

Orel coughs a bit and thumps his chest. "Mmmm is gud.. we cud get real drunk on this stuff together yer know?"

Keita quirks a brow. "Indeed. And I've done it. Lots o' times."

Paige gives Drystan a quick, hesitant smile, and moves toward the door, shaking her head a little.

Orel grins at Keita and nods, "weeel wot say me n you do jist tha? We'll stick one o tha others on bar duty n me and you can walk down to the sea-shore n get drunk! Like a proper crew!"

With a sigh, Drystan dismounts his stool and follows after the foxmaid.

"I think gettin' drunk with the likes o' you would be a bad idea, mate."

Keita chuckles and pats him on the back, then holds her paw out for her flask.

Orel awwws and hangs his head, holding the flask back out. "Awww aye'd be gud ah promise Keita! We'd av fun! N a fire n food n ged drunk together loike mateys!"

Keita smirks at him. "M'not gettin' drunk out on the sand. C'n hardly walk in it /now/, let alone drunk." She takes a drink from the flask. "Mayhaps sometime we c'n get the whole staff t'gethah 'n' close the bar for an evenin'. Do it propah."

You exclaim, "Weeel that'd be nice too! We cud ave a proper shin-dig together n aye be sure everyone would appreciate it!""

Keita dips her head in a nod. "Aye. We could 'ave a propah roast. Free alcohol all 'round." Keita looks like she's enjoying this idea. "I'll have t'invite some folks, s'well." Hmm.

Orel nods his head, "sure! We cud make it a spring party! Yer you woodlanders ave them right? Big shindigs wid food n booze fer the season starting right?"

Keita nods. "Aye, yeah. That's comin' up in just a coupla days, ya know." She grins. That's /perfect.

You exclaim, "Arrrr that'd be great! We can ave a real woodlander spring party!""

Keita pulls out a parchment from a drawer and a quill, starting to figure some things. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I'll do tha'. C'n you let the rest o' the staff know, Orel? And if ya've got any lady friends ya want t'invite, s'fine."

Orel smiles, "Sure... aye'll let em all know. Wot about the hares frae the mountain? Do they come down? They don't like us Vermin kinds."

Keita smirks. Waves her dismissively in the general direction of the mountain. "Ah, buggah them. I'll invite a coupla friends, anyway. They c'n come if they want."

Goshu walks into the Tavern, the vulpine looking about at the various beasts before taking a seat at the bar. Finding the hare in the room rather busy, he works on lighting his pipe instead of ordering a drink at the moment.

Orel grins and leans on the bar, the Rat is the barman at the moment, he nods to Goshu as he walks in and turns back to Keita. "Well it'll certainly be interesting .... ah naer been tae a woodlander shindig before."

"Well, m'not exactly a typical woodlandah, but I'll try t'keep it 'authentic' for ya." Keita snickers.

Orel grins, "Will we ave tae 'ang anyone oop by their ears and slit their gizzards? Or is it jist dancin n music and food? Aye cud add a noice vermin flavour to it If'n ye wanted."

Goshu nods to Orel, finally realizing that the rat behind the bar seems to be the tender today! He flinches upon hearing of 'slitting gizzards'. "Ahem...whenever you have a moment, Sir...a glass of white wine, please, if you have any."

Keita snorts. "No... no. I think we'll skip tha' particular tradition. Too messy for the tavern," she reasons. Then nods to Goshu, glancing up from the notes she's making.

Orel smiles at Keita and grins, "Nah... we cud do anudder tradition! Noblood involved." He then ambles along the bar to get a glass an the white wine. Filling Goshu a glass and offering it to him. "here we go sir."

Goshu smiles a bit, taking the glass and soon paying, a rather good tip included. Keita gets the vulpine's smile turned to her. "Good day, Miss" He offers, before turning back to Orel, taking a sip of wine. "Much obliged, Sir."

Logan Whitepaw, in his new uniform that he sports happily, steps into the tavern and gives himself a moment so his eyes can adjust to the light before looking around at the creatures. He gives them all a small nod and a small smile at Keita, being the only beast he knew...Aside from Orel, but Logan can't help being freaked out slightly by him....

You exclaim, "Ahh aye be nae sir! Jist Orel... Keita's rat, she keps me aboot tae do all tha filthy jobs. Boot sometimes leds me up front if'n aye be clean!" The rat looks quite a bit different to when Logan last saw him, he's clena for one and apparently the barman for the night. He counts the money into the cash box, all of it. Seems he don't steal from his cap'n."

Which is good of him! Keita is content to sit and allow Orel to do his work. She occasionally nurses at her flask.

Goshu sips his drink, turning briefly to nod to Logan. Then, his attention is back to Orel. The artist gives the rat an appraising look. "Orel it is, then. I suppose I should not be rude. Goshu Da Ruingate, humble artist, at your service."

You say, "Goshu... mmm i knoos Ruingate! Place oop north>" he shivers and peeers through his stone at Goshu, it is attached around hs neck by a thong and has a hole in the middle of it. Peeering at the fox interestdly"

You page, "Orel is a Verminous Oracle type. So if there is anything interesting about your characters past/present/future you might want him to see and spin crazy prophetic tales about do say :)" to Goshu.

Goshu raises a brow as the searat as the beast starts to peer at him through the stone. "Yes...yes, certain beasts do. Not a place I wish to see again, if I can avoid it, for all they did for me..." After a few sips of wine, "I...do not mean to be rude, but...why ever are you staring at me through that...stone, good Orel?"

Orel with trembling paws the rat drops his stone and draws back. "Great one.... ahhhh the cold took her... the cold took her and the clan was no more... but the Gate of Ruin took you in and raised you high! Oh great one... dinnae slay this humble rat! Twas jist me fate tha led me see tha darkest seecret o yer soul... no beast will 'ear o tha exaltedness o who ye be." He sways, eyes covered in a milky white film, unseeing, at least not seeing anything in the room as he trembles, jaw hanging open and drooling. He sinks to his knees behind the bar, head propped up on the edge of it and shudders. "Regent's guard for one... the other lies a gibbet, swaying in the wind The last.... in brown robe behind the Red Walls in the embrace of the bells. Beware the one who is your third.... your death they hold.... but you can take it back if you beware they who are your third!"

Logan is politely silent, waiting for a silent second before quietly and quickly asking the barkeep for the usual. Anything strong. He rests his head on his crossed forearms and absently listens the the chattering.

Some beasts would be laughing at the poor rat for seeing so much, falsely claiming that he's a charlatan. Others, for the rat's accuracy, would no doubt try to slay the seer. Goshu, however, hardly changes expression. He lifts his glass up to take a sip. If Orel, or any of the others were to look, they could see the vulpine's paw shaking heavily, enough that some of the wine spills to the bar table. It's all the fox can do not to break the glass in his paw. For all that it's hidden in his face, his eyes have more than a bit of awe and fear in them. Silent for several minutes, Goshu puts down his drink. "Please...calm down. Sit up...please...there is...no reason to kneel to me." His voice finally cracks under the weight of the rat's words.

Sadly for Logan, Orel is currently the barman... and is having a nice prophetic fit. Slowly... the rat twitches, he blinks and his eyes slowly clear of that milky white film and he starts to stand up. "Ugh... did I slip?" He asks looking baffled, he glances at Goshu and the fox can probably seein his expression, that no... Orel knows exactly what just happened and probably what he said. "Yes great-one.." he mumbles nad quickly gets Logan's drink, takes the money and puts it in the cash box.

Goshu puts a paw to his face, rubbing to get the tears that have slipped down his face rubbed away. A minute or two more, and the fox has something approaching a look of composure. "My...apologies, Orel. It seems you are a beast that knows quite a bit. I do not mean to be rude, but I wish to know how you came across what you know about things. And...it is Goshu, please. And...the other things you said...do you mean...my children?" Despite the public setting, the fox isn't about to let explanations of the rat's seemingly supernatural knowledge slip away.

Orel is caught in a trap... he looks around widly and then slumps against the bar. "I see things gre... Goshu.. is me curse... is why aye stopped bein first mate on me ship n washed ashore. Aye went frae first mate, tae tied ooop in a cabin ravin n frothin, tae being sunk twice before I wound oop ere..." he glances at Goshu, "Yes... it be yer children... tha other things aye sawed... ahh yer goin tae orf me in a dark alley ain'tcha?"

Goshu sighs, closing his eyes and taking a swig of his drink this time, far more than is probably polite for drinking wine. He opens his eyes again, staring at the rat intently. "/Mister/ Orel. I am an /artist/. An artist lives and dies by his reputation. To kill a beast such as yourself would ruin me, and all of the hard work I put into growing that reputation. I have /no/ intention of harming you, so long as you do nothing to threaten myself, my mate, my children, or my friends in this village. Now, please, be /calm/." He shakes his head again. "This may not be the proper place, and forgive me, that I am pressing you so. But...I love my children. I want the best for them, and what you know...if too accurate. You mentioned...Red walls? Perhaps, Redwall Abbey, in Mossflower? Are...you telling me one of my children will go to the Abbey?"

Orel picks up a glass and starts polishing it, "One will stay in the Ruined Gate, one will swing in the wind.... and the third will go to the Abbey where Bells sing out."

Goshu nods to the rat. "That is all you can say, then? No, that is more than enough. Thank you for your words, Orel." With a slightly shaken look, he starts to nurse on his wine. "I will keep all of that in mind...I have never been one to believe in soothsayers and the like...but, you know much. I will be keeping an eye on my young ones, it seems, moreso than I thought would be necessary." He plops down a silver coin. "Buy yourself a drink, good Orel. Perhaps, one day, I can change that horrible fate you seem to intimate for myself, and a dear child of mine. If you have /any/ more visions concerning my young ones, please do not hesitate to call on me. You know the home on south street, the somewhat large one, with the rose garden out front? That is my home. Do not hesitate to come. In fact, it would delight me if you were to come by, even if just for dinner. And..." The fox peers over the beast's clothing. "Perhaps, I can get you a better set of clothes...no offense, but I am sure the owner would find it a good t

Orel accepts the coin and hides it in his sash somewhere. "Wot be wrong with me sash! N miss Keita gave me these trousers! After aye ad a bath!" he shudders, "Did ye know i got to ave a bath at least twice a month! In hot water with soap! Tis unnatural... but she gave me magic soap... tae help keep out tha diseases n ah ave charms tae keep me safe too." he shivers, "Tis un-natural, to not ave a layer o grime n grease tae keep out tha bad humours!" He's rambling now... shivering a bit and nods, "Ah seen yer house... ah think. Yer seen me shack? Is doon south street too... liddle thin built oot a drift wood between two warehouses... n... aye will tell ye if'n ah see anythin else.... ah see stuff all tha time is a curse n a gift."

Goshu raises a brow as the beast starts to ramble. "Perhaps...perhaps I have misjudged your clothing..." he offers, somewhat lamely to the beast. On the subject of baths, "That, I have to say, is a mere superstition, Orel. Look at me. I bathe daily, at least, often twice if I have been working hard. Yet, I am in excellent health. Most beasts enjoy a good bath, you know. I do my best thinking in the bath. And....magic...soap?" The vulpine hides his muzzle, stifling a chuckle. At the mention of Orel's 'home'. "Wait...you mean...you /live/ in that decrepit structure? I...forgive my harsh words, but it looks as though it may tumble down at any moment upon the beast's head that lives there. C...certainly...you can find other living arrangements?"

Orel whines and hangs his head in shame, first his clothing now his shack, "Ah built it... wid me own paws... ah gut no fancy family, an ah be lucky Miss Keita lets me ave this job and root in tha trash after work. Wot does a old washed up sea-rat knoo aboot building? None o tha townsfolks be about tae elp me wid me buildin?" he looks down right miserable now, refilling Goshu's glass. "I guts a job ere... n i be keepin me head up above ground n behavin... wot do ye expect frae me? All ah knoo was killin n sailin... n i can't do either ere... or whilst me head be stuffed wid visions. Though... if ye want me tae coom round ah will... n... ah'll look at clothin k... but I gotta ave a sash."

Goshu looks at the beast, a bit of shame and pity creeping into his features. "Wait, wait...Orel...forgive me. Here I am, insulting you, after all you have told me. I...only say these things to help better you, Orel. We in this town, especially 'vermin' as we are so called, have to stick together and help one another. I will admit...for its crudeness, your shack does seem rather lovingly built. My concern is for your safety, and how beasts will take to you, considering your looks. Will you forgive a wealthy beast his insults, however ignorant and cruel they are? Might I be able to make up for my ill manners?" He nods to the rat. "I will find you something, I am in need of new ones myself. Perhaps I could invite you along to the tailor. And, please, do come by. I...should you be willing...would like you to further look at my children themselves. I want to learn more about their fate that you see, and if necessary, avert that fate."

You say, "Fate ken be averted... if'n ye listen tae er words... she whispers tae me... aye'll.. coom n look at em n see if'n she shows me things more clearly great one.." he wipes his nose with a paw and then washes it absently in the bucket of water behind the bar. "It be a nice shack... aye gut lemon grass n cushions and the roof is thick with tar so it won't leak... is all i gots..." he seems nervous still. "No one messes wid ole orel.. he just tha crazy soothsayer..""

Goshu sips that wine, relaxing a bit. "For your sake, I hope she knows when to leave you alone. She seems to have cost you one profession. You are a good barkeep. I would hate to see you lose a second, due to her meddling. It...seems you have certainly put some thought into your dwelling. Though, certainly, I think that it could use a good coating of paint. When I recently redid the paint on my home's outside walls, I miscalculated how much I would need. It's not at all useful for my paintings, rather useless to me at this point. I would be willing to part with it, if you would like to use that. And, it would be a pitiful beast to harm you. Though I may have just met you, I must say...you are a beast I believe I like."

Orel sniffs and nods his head, idly setting the glasses before him straight. "Ahh... is a job.. miss Keita... she loikes me tae read er fortune each day too.. ah.. ad tae learn me other trade on tha fly.. n... thankye... Mister Goshu but ah.. don't wont tae take yer charity... is nice tae offer me paint... but it'd just be a waste on me shack taint much but it'd look silly. But thanks... fer sayin yer laike me."

Keita has left.

Goshu shrugs, downing the last of his wine. "Ahh...how is she? I have been here often, but I do not think I have yet to actually meet the owner of this establishment. Then again...my memories of this place are usually very fuzzy. Excepting, of course, important ones. Today, for instance." The vulpine smiles. "Vermin seem to acquire enemies whether they deserve them or not. I make it a point to try to make as many friends as enemies."

What do you want to whisper?

Orel chuckles, "Tha be the truth Master Goshu n miss Keita be great! She taught me ow tae take baths... though ah still dinnae believe you. A gud layer o grime n grease will keep tha bad humours at bay. is tha honest truth."

Goshu smirks. "I hardly doubt you, she only runs the best bar in Halyard...nevermind that it is the only one..." The fox stretches, yawning. "Oh, excuse me. Perhaps it is a question of one's environment...a citybeast keeps clean to keep the...ahh...'humours'...away, and a...well traveled beast such as yourself keeps a certain amount of grease upon them to stay healthy."

Orel frowns, "Mmmm nedder thought it like tha before... mmm will think on it n cast tha runes see wot they say." he nods his head then peers at Goshu, "N it be a brilliant bar.

Goshu stands up, the fox giving one more smile to Orel. "Well, I should be off. My mate will complain, if I'm out too late here without inviting her. Orel, take care of yourself. Since you seem to be tending bar, and live so near one another, we may yet see each other again. Good day to you." With that, he slips outside.

- End Log