Orel - 22 02 2009 - Paramours and Prophecy

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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Morning! Early morning and breakfast is of course being served, everyones favourite crazy rat is sat at a table idly prodding the breakfast served for him. The rat looks like he went swimming in swamp mud, his brown fur is streaked with flaking, dried in muck, his trousers are little better off, but then they are little more then rags anyway. His purple sash however seems to be relatively clean, if faded, bedecked with lucky charms and supersitious items as it

Ugh, early morning. Salem looks more ruffled than usual as she enters the tavern, hair completely down and tumbling around her shoulders. The doe is still trying to comb the locks away from her pale ears, which flicker about in a seemingly helpful manner. A yawn exposes her pink tongue and she fixes the lay of her jacket before rubbing her eyes. Nnrrghh. The rabbit glances towards where Orel is seated once her hands have dropped from her face.

Orel lifts his head and scrubs a paw at his whiskers, "Mmm it be ye! Me lass on tha lam! Coom join ole Orel fer soom brekkist! We gut.." he peers at his plate. "Fruit.. n bread.. n gruel." he takes the bowl of gruel, nothing bothering with cutlery as he eats straight from the bowl.

A step behind Salem in Trevor, looking not as well put-together as usual. It's early. He yawns as well, pulling the door shut behind him to keep the cold out, and tugs off his gloves. His hair is messy and as he moves to the bar, giving a smiling glance at Salem, he works his fingertips over the dark locks to smooth them down. "Order whatever you feel like," he offers Salem, and his gaze cuts thoughtfully toward Orel. Hm. "I've got you covered."

"Good morning." Salem chirps briefly at the rodent while looking over him and beginning to move in his direction. That is before the buck speaks to her, regaining her attention. She pauses with a look backward, then smiles ever so lightly. "I'm not hungry.. maybe just a cider. I'm not used to eating all that often."

Orel slurps up the last of his gruel/porridge and starts to lick his whiskers clean as he peers at Trevor, sniffing

the air, he doesn't say anything for now as he trembles slightly and peers at Salem. "Ye be stayin in tha town then?"

"Cider it is then," Trevor responds to Salem, quirking a fatigued smile her way and heading to the bar. He orders this for her and some food for himself, gesturing at Salem to take a seat at a table.

The girl nods to Orel, muzzle tilting towards him once more. "For now." Salem offers to the rodent. Her jacket is opened and the scarf that usually hangs in her hair is wrapped around her waist, dangling towards her knee on the right side. "We'll see how long it lasts.." She nods, but then a glance is sent towards Trevor when she notes the snuffling motion Orel makes in his direction. She seems thoughtful as if going to step towards the table that the doctor gestures at but ends up staying there. "Hold on a moment."

Orel sits up straight, eyes widening, "The flesh knitter! He who weaves the wounds of all together with needle and twin! With potions and ungents he chases ill health away. But he does not believe in the charms of power, he would shine a beacon if he did." he sways from side to side and laughs, "he can never forgive himself for loosing her.. he could have saved her if he had the power of the true charms at hand! BUt no... no skill alone can save only so much without the spirit to back it up." He flops in his chair, staring vacantly at his drink and raises the glass of water and tips it over his grimy head. "Mmmm fresh... clean water is nice.. so missy glad ye stayin... ye found a place tae kip yet? Me shack could be a cosy spot fer two."

Trevor is going to say something in response to Salem, but then the rat goes off. His brows lift a fraction and he looks the faintest bit amused. News travels here - he's been warned about the prophesizing rat already. "That's a bit of a funny talent you've got there, friend. Must make a good bit of coin off the rubbish, right?" The comment is pleasantly stated rather than rude.

That is kind of what the girl was waiting for. Both of her ears splay in a thoughtful manner before she smirks at the rat once he is done with his rant of sorts. She casually steps back away from the resulting splash that comes with Orel tossing his glass of water on his head. "That's very sweet of you, but Trevor has offered me his guest room while I'm here." Now she goes to head towards the table to sit down, looking curiously at the buck.

Orel sighs and leans his muzzle in his paws and watches Salem, "Ye sure ye dinnae want tae reconsider? It be a nice warm n cozy shack." he leers at Salem then turns to Trevor, peering through the stone with a hole in it that hangs around his neck. "Such a sad hare.. no belief... no belief... so sad."

The 'tender serves out the cider, glances at Trevor. He gestures toward where Salem has seated herself and while it's being delivered his hand dips into the inside pocket of his jacket, drawing out a pouch of coins, and taking enough to pay for both of them. He eyes Orel. "I believe in medicine. Herb lore. Real things with real functions, not lines on my hand."

Quietly the doe watches the two of them as they begin into this conversation, not stating her opinion on the matter. As the cider is delivered to her she smiles thankfully to the tender before going to bring the warm mug in towards her - letting it radiate close to her muzzle and chest. Really the girl doesn't know what to think at about this point, both ears settling into her dark locks and her eyes half closing again.

Orel sighs sadly, "Shame.. .shame hare... ye be missing sae much." he grins at the hare and sways back in his chair, "Ye dinnae believe in tha prophecy's of tha Badger Lord, the fire mountain is steeped in legend n history of what is tae be!" He chuckles softly, drawing a small charm out from under his sash, he holds it up, it dangles from a raw-hide thong, two stones, three small beads and a single tooth. He slides out of his chair and pads over to Salem, "Fer ye... yer need it, there be others oh yer blood who wud hunt ye doon.. hide frae them!"

"I'm not a Long Patroller either," Trevor points out. His plate is set down on the counter near him and he picks it up, along with a cup of ale, and goes toward the table to sit across from Salem. As he settles in the chair he moves his bag from his shoulder, dropping it to the floor, and keeps an eye on Orel. The delivery of the charm causes a slight frown.

Salem's attention slides from the hare towards the rodent when he begins towards her, but she doesn't seem concerned with having him so near to her. One hand goes out to brush her fingers under the charms to get a better look at them. Her thumb slides down over one of the claws before she goes to gather her hair out of the way and expose her throat to him so that the sea rat can tie the necklace on. Despite the frowning look of disapproval from Trevor, the gypsy doesn't appear distraught about the situation. And then again she is not looking to the doctor to note his expression.

Orel grins and nods, "See tha girlio knows wot be wot" he steps up behind Salem, draping the necklace of beads, stones, claws and tooth around Salem's neck, tying it in place, his flithy arms on either side of the rabbit's slender neck. He grins at Trevor over her shoulder, the rat could do so many things to Salem right now in this position and Trevor could never move in time to stop him. Lucky for Trevor, the rat likes his girlio." he gives her a sudden hug from behind once the necklace is on and squeaks. "There.. will keep yer outa thar sights.. at least fer as long as tha magic be valid! Sud last a gud full cycle o tha moon in tha heavs! 12 circles of 28." he slides away from the hare and sits himself down at a table. "Don't want a girlio like ya tae come to harm."

"Shrew," Trevor notes, leaning just slightly forward to get enough of a look at the tooth and claws to discern what kind of animal they're from. "That's... special. And I suppose you have a lucky hare foot somewhere as well." He gives a mild smirk at this and takes a few swallows of his ale. When the mug lowers, though, his expression is more tense, just the smallest bit annoyed. "... how about you don't touch her anymore."

Aw. Hugs from stinky rats. Salem oddly smiles at the embrace that she is given, her clean, white fur soft against his filthy arms where they brush at the bare portion between her collar bone and the top of her dress. The rabbit nods while tilting her attention up to Orel with a gentle smile. Nothing is stated, though, because just as the rodent stops talking, Trevor begins to do so. She narrows her eyes thoughtfully at the doctor before leaning back in her chair. "He didn't hurt me." The raven-haired beauty states bluntly to the buck.

Orel grins and orders a new drink fer himself. "me girlio doesn't seem tae mind a 'ug frae er seer n paramouor! So it be noon oh yer business 'are whom ah 'ug!" He winks at her lewdly and settles back in his chair. "ye be needin anythin else girlio ye jist led ole Orel know n if tha unbelivin Doc 'ere gets tae be trouble, ye led me know two." he looks levelly at Trevor then and smirks, "Hare's feet ave nae luck." he fglicks a glance at Salem, "Ah ave othe rfeet fer me luck."

"All the same," Trevor says a little gruffly. He lifts his fork, sinks the prongs into a piece of breakfast pasty. This makes it halfway to his mouth. "... /paramour/?"

Ah, problems.. so many problems. They follow Salem like a plague. She's beginning to wonder if she isn't exactly a curse in and of herself. Still, this is a funny problem at the moment and the first statement of 'paramour' by the rodent causes the girl to smile in amusement. It becomes more of a grin that is sent towards Orel when he winks at her before the gypsy glances back to the doctor. A roll of her shoulders is given in a shrug. "I can do what I please." She states in response to the one-worded question. "No one owns me."

Orel accepts his new tankard of ale and raises it to Trevor with a wide and happy smirk. "If'n ye be needin me fer anythin Me girlio.. jist be askin, ah be at yer disposal. Ye know were me shack be n this hare.. dinnae believe in tha important things."

Should that reassure him? Trevor looks dubious, ears back, bringing the bite of food the rest of the way out. He takes the bite, chews it, eyes on Salem. Swallows. "Of course not."

The pretty brunette brushes her hair back out of her eyes again while watching the doctor that sits across from her. "Never said I was innocent either." Is the last thing that Salem states to him before going to pick up her mug of cider and take a drink of it, making sure to blow off some of the steam from it first. Her tongue tip trails across the rim afterward to get any of the residue as well, eyes half closed and pointed down towards the liquid within the mug. It is when this is set down that she glances over her shoulder again, while she happens to be licking her flushed upper lip. "Whatever you say." She croons lightly at Orel, thickly lashed eyes half-lidded in that sultry look.

Man, this creatures are here almost as much as him, Logan thinks as he comes in and....Goes to the bar. "

Orel smiles at Salem and sits up straight, "Ye need boot call upon me me darlin girlio, ah be yer rat mi lovely lass." he wriggles his grimey claws at her in what from anyone else would be a co-quettish wave to a love and then sinks back with is tankard and grins at Trevor before turning to Logan, "Oh.. tis ye ya brawny one!" he lifts his stone, looks through it and snorts before dropping in.

Trevor wears an expression that suggests he might feel better if he were to throw something at Orel. "Of course not," he says again to Salem, and gives Logan's entrance a glance.

Logan 's drink comes and and he take a long drink of it...He winces; it must be some pretty nasty stuff to make the big hare wince too...He glances over at the other party, black eyes hooded. He has been having a bad day. Bad week, actually.

Instead of saying anything else to Orel, the gypsy just smirks before looking back to the buck at her table. She watches him thoughtfully, a gaze that is only broken when she glances up at Logan's call of greeting. A smile is offered to him, pretty and unassuming. "Morning." Then the raven-haired doe leans more into the table with her elbows pressed to the surface settling her head in one hand and sighing gently. The necklace of claws and beads dangles near to her mug of cider, though it is fitted close enough to her neck to not drag too much.

Orel smiles and emptying his mug the rat stands up and waves, "Ah... be goin ome fer nae! See ye late me darlin girlio." he waves to the bucks and staggers out.

- End Log