Return to Collinsel

• Location: The Thorn and Shadow (Collinsel)

• Participants: Dangeon, Moruwil, Stubb, Jazmyne, Amos, Sandy, Soclose, Carn, Hactor

(Sometimes Club)

Dangeon isn't carrying anything, but her manner today suggests that if such were possible she'd be armed with charcoal and checklist... As it happens, all she has is a mental checklist, but that doesn't much change her behaviour. "Right... And that little cask's the ballymost important, but not t'jollymost- that honour belongs to that flask..." She pointing out drinks. If she's left to sort these things out, they may end up with more drink than they really intend to have.

Moruwil is seated in a corner of the tavern, back to the rest of the crowd and the bar; the squirrel is even slumped over, cheek to paw and poking at a glass with the other. He looks across to a few of his shrew mates, taking a deep breath and blinking at them lazily. His footpaw playfully shoves the legs of one, "Smartsnout, you've come all the way down here, for what? Your family's back at the quarry..." The answer is noble, though spoken in a mutter, which makes the squirrel prince grin. "Yeah. I'm not even really sure we still have to be doing this, but I like it here..."

Stubb, by contrast, is weighed down by a pack that's too full by a half: bundles of cloth, bottles, and other paraphernalia unidentifiable amidst the jumble. All this despite a leg that is still wrapped tightly in bandages. The weasel leans heavily on a short length of driftwood that has been polished to a sheen by the pressure of his grip during the journey to Collinsel from Marshank. "Eh? 'F you 'ad yore druvvas, i'd be all flasks an booze. /You/ moigh get boi well enuff on drink alone, but tha rest av us ain' so constitu'ed," he grumbles to the hare in front of him. His eyes rise before him to look at the place where she's led them. "Oy. Dis place." He searches for Amos behind him. "Oi fough' you lo' was kicked outa here. Wha's she playin' at, bringin' us back on enemy territ'ry, eh?"

Jazmyne makes her way into the tavern and looks around, she walks slowly to a chair and sits down, she frowns and keeps the hood of her baggy cloak on for now.She is offered a drink and shakes her head, "Just...something with no alchol if ye could..thanks."

Amos has ended up carrying not only his belongings but Dangeon's and follows behind after the weasel with a few bottles and flask himself under one arm, "Like I know anything, hmph. Maybe she has fond memories of being boozed out of her skull, " He laughs, gathering near a table and dumping all his belongings. A polecat and ferret are playing cards unfortunately, but Amos mencinging glare and gentle suggestion that they shove off leaves the table empty, "Not that I couldn't use a drink."

Sandy, having no possessions other than what she was wearing, was empty-handed as she followed the group in. And, like the whole trip to Collinsel, she remained quiet. Must have been a lot going on in her mind to have her so quiet...

"Greetings! And hello!" Soclose cries, the osprey entering into the common room from upstairs. All bright eyes and beak, he ducks and weaves about the tables in the crowded room to rejoin the rest of the crew. "I figured rightly," he croons quieter as he gets closer, "you would choose the best place in town to stop, and so here I am!"

Jazmyne looks over at the door at the sudden arrive of the beasts, she blinks and recogizes a couple from before whe she was here but remains seated, she sighs a little and rubs her head as she has a headache right now.

"Wait, we got thrown thrown out of here?" The doe doesn't seem to remember... nor does she appear very bothered to learn such a fact. As Soclose calls it the 'best place in town', she takes the chance to grab such an excuse. "What the bally old birdy said! 's the best place in town!"

Dangeon then simply pouts and waves away Stubb's objections.

Carn files in behind the others, immediately looking around, familarizing himself with the place. He stands quietly by, content to let the others talk. As always, he's armed.

Stubb mishears Amos amidst the murmur of tavern noise that they've waded into. "Eh?" he squints, awkwardly shifting the weight of his pack. "De Skull an Candle? Don' fink dat's roun' these parts, ma'e. ..bu' den oi can' keep nuffin straight anymore." He strides up to the osprey and begins to slide his load off his back. "Good ta see you made i'," he says in a voice freckled with annoyance. "You got a room we can put dis in?" He indicates Amos' haul as well as his own. "Long as we're not put out again." He glances between Soclose and Dangeon.

Moruwil gets a nudge back from one of the female shrews, and she casually points over in the direction of the new arrivals. "Sire, thems 'ee critchers we be tailin', er..." She looks awkwardly at Moruwil's tail, which points itself in her direction and 'shakes' at the inadvertant reference. "Ee, serry, er, sire's tail." The head of the squirrel, meanwhile, looks over at the group and promptly looks away again, "Okay, well I didn't expect that so soon. They made decent time..."

Sandy continued to remain quiet amongst the group, glancing about. Perhaps she just needed the right nudge to get into things more properly.

Amos stands imposingly near Stubb, rolling his eyes at Dangeon before they focus on the bird, "Nice to see ya again bird, " He says, while keeping a critical eye on the doe half expecting her to cause some trouble of some sort in her single-minded persuit.

"Thank ya sar! May ye be blessed all yer days!" sayes the old beggar loudly. His hoarse croaking begins to turn a few heads as he continues to praise and fawn over the regal squirrel.

"Of course, of course." Soclose croons with a nod, "It's up in the attic, windows looking out at everything, just the place for us I should think." He tilts his head and says, "We can see them coming before they get to us, /Hiee?/" The osprey ruffles his feathers and mutteringly says, "..and don't worry about being kicked out, likewise as not someone could lower a rope--let you back in again.

(Hactor) As all this was going on, an old beggar fox dressed in rags limps over to Moruwil and the shrews. Holding out a bony paw he begs, "Alms sar? Alms fur tha poor?" His good eye goes to the starngers for a moment, but then back to the squirrel, as his mind os only focused on food at the moment.

Moruwil leaps farther into the seat as the beggar startles him, "Whaa..!! Oh! Um... surely, sir; I have some extra..." He looks up at the beggar and down again, coughing into a paw and casting a weary eye across at his shrews, some of whom are staring. "'S not nice to stare at the poor of the community, lads and lass; we should be giving and supportive. Here you are." He drops the coins into the beggar's paw. "If you could just do a favor, and not mention our favor to any of the other patrons..."

The beggar perks up and takes the coins greedily and paw. "Anything sar! Jast name it!"

Stubb sees he's not going to get any assistance in lugging the sundries up the room, so after heaving a sigh, he begins dutifully to drag it himself, going step by step and causing a cacophony of thumps and clanks as he does so.

Jazmyne watches the others from where she sits, she studys the old fox and keeps an eye on him.

"Thank ya sar! May ye be blessed all yer days!" sayes the old beggar loudly. His hoarse croaking begins to turn a few heads as he continues to praise and fawn over the regal squirrel.

Moruwil doesn't want to afford Hactor any more direct a view of his face, so he seems to want to brush off the beggar in his brevity, "I said just don't mention the favor, okay? It's nothing; please take the change with my sincere best wishes.." He glares at the shrews and they immediately stop staring and start whistling ditties cacophonously.

Soclose turns about as one wing is bumped by a swinging bottle from Stubb's gear. "Look at all that stuff... /Hiee?/" he whistles as he lets the weasel go by. Settling up to one of the tables near the wall, the osprey takes up his usual pastime: staring fiercely at the rest of the patrons.

Amos grabs his own luggage and as Stubb begins to move the wildcat follows after him, "Ya ain't gonna help him bird?"

Stubb says, "Wou'dn' a been 'alf so much if de uvvers 'd chipped in..." He grumbles. "... An' me in da state oi'm in." His eyes briefly lift toward the beggar in the midst of the tavern. Then the weasel disappears up stairs, thumping his way toward the attic.

Carn leans against the far wall and crosses his arms, still sizing things up. While he's usually pretty confident, he's still not entirely sure about where he fits in here.

The ragged fox narrows his good eye at Moruwil, scrutinizing him. "Ya know," he grumbles almost to himself, "I tinks I know ya from somewhere." He fingers the coins in his one arms, his ear twitching with paranoia.

Jazmyne stands slowly and grunts, she is not feeling all that great from travel and little rest and too much travel is not wise for her right now, she makes her way to the older fox slowly and stops close by him to get a better look at him.

Soclose blinks his eyes and glances away from the others, "/Hee?/ I've already been a big help! Now you expect me to hop up those stairs with bottles on my back?" The osprey gestures towards the bar, "There are enough people to fill and carry bottles over there..."

"I was thinking more... kegs than bottles!" Dangeon pipes up, ears twitching to Soclose.

"...Wouldn't be the first crazy old beggar to say that to me, unfortunately... I'm a very indistinct-looking fellow. Please move on, or I can pay that brauny gentlebeast over there a decent sum to see you out." Moruwil motions to the nearest staff with a glass, addressing them as they approach, "Could I have another of the same? And... please, in addition to keeping /my/ tab, could you please keep your own, on beasts who ought not be in here?"

Amos huffs and follows Stubb up to the attic.

Then the old beggar gets a wicked grin and replies in a smooth tone, "Well well well. It would seem ya just can't stop running into pesky foxes." He then eyes Moruwil's fur and whispers, "Hmmm. Such a nice shiny coat." Then with a slight bow and fire in his eye he turns to go to the bar.

The bartender is none too fond of orders, least of all from self-important woodlanders. A menacing lip draws back over yellowed teeth as he gracelessly refills Moruwil's glass from a cloudy pitcher. "'Best you leave my business ta me, rich kid." His smile is not a friendly one.

Carn finally steps up to the bar, leaning forwards on it and looking over the numerous bottles kept behind it. He looks down the bar to where the barkeeper is unhappily serving Moruwil, and decides it might be best to wait until he calms down a bit.

Stubb limps back into the midst of the room, casting a weary eye over the poorly lit mass of bodies. He checks the stairs behind him for signs of Amos. His paw clutches a small stone, half a fist in size, that he squeezes in a slow rhythm to calm his nerves.

Jazmyne gets to where Hactor is, and stops in front of him, she holds her head sightly and looks at him, a weak smile.."F..Father.." This is about all she gets out as she passes out, lets hope hactor catches her :).

Soclose raps his beak upon the table to call Stubb back over to where he is standing, "Ahoy!" the bird calls. "Make your way back over here and we'll talk about celebrating," the osprey glances back over to the bar. "And maybe empty a few more bottles."

Moruwil takes the glass, indignantly; meanwhile some of the shrews growl under their breath at the aggressive reply. The squirrel is content that somebeast else has occupied the older fox's attention, so he looks back at Smartsnout, "We're free of one of those foul vulpine and another sprouts back up in its place. At least this one is half able-bodied, heh."

Hactor goes wide eyed as the young vixen collapses next to him. He barley catches her, and scoops her up in his arm. He looks at her, his moth open in shock. Then he looks around, in desperation. "H-help! Me daughter has passed out!" He looks back at he, and whispers those new words to himself, "Me daughter."

Amos appears shortly after Stubb, lightened of his load he looks around the tavern for the hare to make sure she isn't causing any trouble, "Dang!" He calls, trying to make himself heard over the noise as he converages on the weasel's position.

Sandy glances over to the bar, folding her arms. Maybe she was considering buying a drink...

The osprey's voice is distinctive enough to be heard over anything; even over the sounds of an awkward vulpine reunion happening mere feet away. So Stubb, his attention narrowed by compounded exhaustion, hunger, and irritation, cuts through the crowded tavern toward Soclose. He shoots Amos and Dangeon a beckoning gesture as he goes.

Dangeon perks her ears as Amos calls her... and then blinks at a fox's cry for 'help'. "Pffft. 's what happens in a bally pub..." She mutters smirking, before catching Stubb's look. Ooh. Alright. She starts to wander that way.

Carn turns to watch the scene playing out behind him, having missed what was said and understandedly confused. He takes a few steps over to Sandy, "Och, any idea wot's goin' on?" he asks, as quietly as he can.

Sandy perked her ears after hearing Carn address, apparently, her. Turning to him, she just gave a little shrug, and a weak smile. "Uh... Sunday night chaos at the Thorn and Shadow?" she suggested.

It's Moruwil's turn to stare, along with the shrews, at the fox and the fainted family member. He turns back to them, "I don't like this one bit. Everybeast is looking in this direction, now. C'mon..." They attempt to leave their bill and walk out past the fox, in a conspicuous looking group.

Soclose's talons fidget as the bird keeps watch over the room. "You're looking shorter, or thinner--and better off for it," he remarks to Stubb as the weasel arrives. "Hee--just like meal time on The Dagger, get it before it's gone." The osprey murmurs excitedly, pointing a talon towards the bar, "Bit of a panic, I say I say! Someone passes out and half of them all get up and leave." He tilts his head and remarks, "/Hiee../ Best us be crafty about this, and don't ask for anything what the bartender is serving in that pitcher."

Carn nods to sAndy, glancing over at Moruwil and his group as they get up, "So dis is... normal?" he asks.

Sandy shrugged a little bit again. "Honestly, I don't know..." she replied, before glancing to the fancy squirrel and his crew. "The way he dresses, it reminds me of that ass master I escaped from... How fancy."

Stubb settles in at the bar. "Ay... good advoice, at that." His eyes do not linger long on the aforementioned pitcher, since Moruwil's gaggle of woodlanders is rather more notable. "So," he says, turning back. "When we headed back? Fink oi wou'dn' moind a noight 'ere 'fore we hit tha trail again. Can' say 'ow long de weavver'll 'old out."

Carn looks over at Sandy, " 'E does seem pretty stuck up don't he? Cannae stand his type." he frowns slightly, looking back towards the group."

Amos hmphs, "Ya make yourself useful as usual eh hare?" Amos says to Dangeon, turning towards the bird, "So what'cha got in mind you two?" Addressing Stubb as well.

"Aye, well!" Soclose croons, "I'm quite comfortable here for as long as you like it. No letters to deliver, no town business other than sit here inside? No speaking to the mayor?" The osprey stares over at the bar, catching Carn's frown. "I like the novelty. /Hee!/ Can't please everyone, though."

Sandy rubs her head a little bit, and sighs. "Sad when a fellow woodlander doesn't pay you any attention..." she said, somewhat ironically, before glancing over to the other group. "Wonder what they're talking about."

Carn looks over to them, "Nae idea, but ah hope they're gettin' drinks," while he has very little coin on him, he's willing to spend what he has on alchohol. Perhaps not the wisest choice, but that's his choice, nonetheless.

Stubb watches Carn and Sandy chat, though their words are a blur for him, obscured behind a curtain of hubbub. "Hmm?" he looks at Amos. "In moind?" He knocks the bartop to summon some assistance. "Very li'tle. Travel takes it out a me, ma'e." He glances over at Moruwil again, then toward a bartender, whose attention his knocking has successfully drawn. "What'll you be 'avin? Oi reckon Jayne won' go much longer wif a droi gullet. Ale for me," he says curtly, lifting a single finger.

Sandy smiled meekly, rubbing her hands together a little bit. "I've not had anything of that sort to drink for a good, long while..."

"Of course! Bally indispensable, me..." The doe answers Amos cheekily, then listens quietly. Well. She had -no- objection to staying in a pub, of course... "Ah! Uh! Something jolly strong and dark..." She requests.

Soclose says, "I'll have something in a bottle, then." Says Soclose, to round things out."

"I'll have something in a bottle, then." Says Soclose, to round things out.

Carn tilts his head slightly, "Any reason fer that, or jus' nae had tha oppurtunity?" he asks Sandy.

Sandy shrugs a bit. "Well, I have mentioned I was a slave, right?" she asked, wondering if that went over this squirrel's head.

Stubb eyes Soclose. "Gonna enjoy watchin' /that/." Beak and bottle? Should be a show.

Carn nods, a little sheepishly, "Uh, aye, guess dere wouldnae be much chance o; dat would there." he scratches his head, "Och, mind if I buy us some drinks den?"

Soclose ruffles his feathers and croons, "Never you mind about me, you'd like me to hook my feet around one of those drinking cups of yours then?" He ruffles his topknot of feathers and answers himself, "Not likely! Floor's a bit of a mess as it is."

Sandy glanced over to the bar, smiling a little bit. "Well hell, if you're buying, I'm not going to say no..." she said, before giving his way of talking an experimental try. "...me son?"

"I guess I'll be pay then eh?" Amos responds, requesting the same though and hmphing, "Don't'cha drink too much, we ain't looking to get into anymore trouble Dang."

Jazmyne heads up the stairs to the upper floors of the tavern.

Carn grins at her, turning to the bar and walking a few paces away, returning a little while later with two foamy tankards of ale and a slightly lighter coin pouch. He sets one of these in front of Sandy, "Cheers," he says, taking a small sip of his.

"And just when have I eva- oh. Hm. No promises?" Dangeon grins.

Stubb punches Soclose playfully. "Oi suppose you know best what that... snout a yours can do." As the bartender deposits a frothy mug before him, the weasel grasps it in both hands and draws deeply from the molasses-colored beverage within. "Ah! Coulda put a jar a pickled swine juice 'fron' a me, an oi'd a enjoyed it about now--but oi still fink dis is bloody good beer."

Sandy watched Carn leave to buy the booze, and slipped back into her own little world, thinking about things, and especially hoping she didn't run into her ex-master, or anyone looking to take her back. Once he returned though, she took the tankard, and looked in it. "Uhhh... this is ale, right?"

Carn's brow furrows, and he looks at his tankard and then hers, "Um, it shoul' be. Is sumthin' wrong wit it?"

Sandy shakes her head and smiles meekly. "No, nothing's wrong... I was just making sure."

Soclose's beak raps the table, "Indeed! We osprey aren't known to get sea sick." He pipes, "--leave that to the gulls." He tilts his head and grasps his bottle by the side, tilting it up and back to pour into his beak, stopping the bottle up with some deft tonguework until it was safe to do so. "Say.. what happened to that door-lurker?" The osprey says, after setting the bottle down again, "Did we leave him back to...ah, guard the fort while we were away?"

Carn sighs a little bit, "Good. I'm sure it's nae da best ale, but i'd hate fer it to be bad." he sips at his tentatively, looking around the room, raising and eyebrow at Soclose's peculiar manner of drinking. He wonders if birds get drunk the same as other beasts.

Sandy lifted her tankard a little bit, apparently nervous about drinking it. Playing off the nervousness, she glanced over to the others, and gave a little groan. "Great, hare's gonna get 'bally' drunk and will probably start a fight or something..." she muttered to Carn under her breath.

Carn turns away from his quick study of Soclose to answer, "Och, that's what it looks loike. Maybe we'll get lucky an' she'll jus' pass out," he chuckles lightly as he replies.

Stubb stifles a laugh as he discreetly observes Soclose's acrobatics with the bottle. "Hmm?" he says, coughing strategically and obscuring his amused expression behind a half-hoisted flagon. "Oh. The gull?" He shrugs. "Fink 'e followed for a whoile. Tough ta keep track a you winged toipes, you know. Oi've given up troyin'."

Sandy shrugged a little bit, not caring. So long as she didn't do something stupid. With that, she finally took a drink, but didn't say much else.

Stubb puts the mug down and scratches the bartop with a nail, tracing the sedimentary scrimshaw of years past that adorn its rough surface.

Amos hmphs, "I mean it, no getting into trouble or meeting strange beasts. Ya stay in my line of sight and I'll keep you plied with booze. Deal?" The bartender gives them both an amber brown liquid and Amos downs his with a satisfied sound.

Stubb eyes Amos.

Carn takes a pause from sipping at his drink to study the room around him. He sighs, though at nothing in particular. He keeps an eye on the door and on the other group a little further down the bar, from which he can pick up small bits of their conversation.

Soclose seems oblivious enough to Stubb's amusement, as the bird's stare seems merely as fierce as usual. "Bother," he manages after another drink, "he might show up at any time then." The osprey absently preens the feathers where Stubb punched him earlier and croons, "Not that I have much faith in their sense of direction, mind you, no! /Ayeh!/ But they're like bad pennies, or foxes, or somesuch..."

Sandy remains quiet now, and focuses more on her drink than anything.

Stubb grins. "Gettin' a bit used to i', moise'f. Unwanted visitors, oi mean." He shakes his head. "An oi'm gettin' ta finkin' i' moigh' no' be safe ta stay in tha fortress, neiva." He taps the counter, making a point: "Oi 'eard somebeasts sayin tha foires was burnin' a' Marshank again." He sips his drink, almost emptying it. "What oi mean is, word travels fast. Wish i' didn', but facts is facts. An' now dat tha 'word' is ou', well... prob'ly we can expect unwelcome visitors, lookin' for a free meal or easy prey or..." He shakes his head. "Bloody 'ell. Maybe oi should a stayed at sea, ma'e."

Dangeon waves Amos' concerns away, and for one with big hare ears, she doesn't seem to have caught the conversation from the squirrels. "... 'M not goin' t' be goin' far, Bosscat, y' stop ya bally worrying... Sound like an' old molewife..."

Carn finishes his drink and sets the empty tankard on the bar behind him. He isn't planning on another one, at least not for now. He looks at Sandy for a few seconds, but leaves her to her thoughts, glancing back to the other group.

Sandy sets her tankard down, frowning to the others. The thought of someone attacking them just for staying in that place more than made her feel a little weary... And the thought also made her realize that Frigg might have had the right idea, leaving.

Soclose stares at the level in his bottle before taking another drink. "Ah-well-what-now?" The osprey croons, "Won't they be surprised to see the fires have been out then?" Soclose shakes his head and wonders, "And will we have to fight them when we get back? The weather wouldn't be on our side if we have to go siegelike."

Thankfully its a busy and especially noisy night at the tavern, last thing anyone needs is a hare getting into a fight with the said squirrels. Amos flushes and glares at the hare presently, "I am not and ol' molewife, and we got thrown out of here last time. I care not to again, " He pauses, opens his mouth again to say something else more daming but drops it and consoles himself with his drink. Turning away from the hare as he nurses it.

Stubb shakes his head again, this time in sharp dismissal of Soclose' speculation. "Oi don' expect we 'ave ta worry yet. All oi'm sayin' is," he chops the table with the side of his paw, "ain' no hoidin' from tha world. Sooner or later, somebeast is gonna get curious. That rat fellow's jes' the beginning." His eyes peruse the crowd in the tavern, which is only growing thicker and louder as the night marches on. "I' 'd be easier ta hoide in plain soigh'." He stops himself. "Well, for us. Maybe no' for you."

Carn looks back to Sandy, "Remind me why yore stayin' around wit dis group?" he asks in as low a tone as he can manage, "Yew don't really seem to have much in common wit any of 'em, cept for that mouse, an' ah guess she's gone now."

Sandy glances over to Carn at his question, and promptly finishes her drink. Though once the tankard was empty, she gave a weak smile. "Well... There is strength in numbers, and strength is something I need to be around. I don't think I could handle anyone if my master sent them to come and retrieve me... Even if he did, he'd probably just kill me himself for escaping, and I really, really would like to live long enough to enjoy freedom once again..."

Soclose ruffles up his feathers and says, "Why should I have any reason to hide?" His talons fidget as he croons, "Stay in the open, I say. Yes! And then you can see them coming from any side." The osprey stares out at the crowd to give them a good example, then back to Stubb. "It's why I make my home above, on the roofs."

Carn nods slowly, "So, why does yore old master want ta kill ya so bad? Usually when a slave escapes dey wanna get 'em back, nae jus' kill dem."

Sandy rubs her head a little bit. "I just assume he'd want to kill me, since I'm virtually killing him. I cooked for him." she said, giving a dirty little glance; hinting that she might have been the only one who could make his meals.

Carn picks up on this, "Well, dis is probably the last place ah'd look fer an escaped slave squirrel," he says, looking around the tavern and at the larger numbers of vermin present.

Sandy rubbed her head, grinning nervously. "Crossing my fingers on that one..."

Carn yawns, "Ah guess ah should get some rest,, been a long walk 'ere. Nice talking to ya Sandy," he smiles as he starts for the stairs.

Sandy gave a little nod to Carn as he departed. Now out of anyone to really talk to, she just leaned against the counter and listened to the others.

Stubb shrugs limply. "'Cause oi'm toired a that loife. We been chased from Roongate ta... oi don' bloody know where, all over matters oi don' know nuffin' about." He looks at Amos. "Ain' we, ma'e?"

Amos has finished one drink and is starting on the second as Stubb addresses him, "Aye, but that don't mean we shouldn't have a bit of a adventure every now and then eh?"

"That's a long way to run and hide," Soclose croons, considering Stubb. The osprey tilts his bottle and drops it back onto the table, "And I think my bottle is empty!" He ducks down a bit to ask the weasel, "/Hie..?/ Hopefully you will figure out what it is you are being chased off from before it slows you down too much more."

Stubb nods to Ajax. "Don' moind adventure, 'long as it's us 'oo's makin tha plans." As the barkeep passes near, the weasel taps the rim of his empty mug; it is soon refilled. "An' we wasn' jes' runnin' an hoidin'," he adds testily, to the osprey. "Dangeon 'ere got 'erse'f kidnapped." He coughs. "Den oi did--roight 'ere in town," he points in a vague direction.

"Not my fault." Dangeon lies.

Sandy, a little more curious, decided to change seats, going to sit a bit closer to the group. Whether it was for the 'strength in groups' ideal she mentioned earlier or just to hear about things that happened before she encountered them...

Amos mews, "Yes its never ya fault ya non too sober to be much use, " Amos says in an amused tone. "

Soclose waves his bottle and shortly has it refilled as well, the osprey staring about at the patrons as he waits for it to return. "Yes, yes. Perhaps you just wandered off from the nest too far," he suggests. Spotting Sandy, he calls out, "Speaking of wandering off, here is..is the silent one back to see us!" He inquires with Sandy, "Where did your friend go off to? Did you know we have rooms upstairs? Is he going to sleep in the hall?"

Stubb mutters to himself, "Silen' one? Pff. Anyfing but!" But he grins a tight grin at her, not wanting particularly to cause trouble amidst what has generally been an amiable night.

Sandy gives them a weak little smile from being called 'the silent one'. "I just don't feel like talking much, is all..." she said, trying to sound like she was in a good mood.

Dangeon raises her paw as Sandy joins them, but, aside from giving Amos a slight shove for his comment, seems content to have her nose in a drink for now.

Soclose exclaims, "Of course, of course!" Soclose croons amicably, "don't talk if you don't feel like it. /Ayie!/ I never do!" The osprey's bottle returns and he moves it a bit towards the center of the table. "But you left your drink behind, I spy--so let us get you another one so you don't feel left out!""

The hare pushes against Amos but he stands solid and laughs at the attempt, "Ah, the flufftail returns!" The wildcat says at Sandy's arrival and goes back to drinking his own drink.

Stubb toys with his drink. "Now what was oi jes' sayin'..." He searches his thoughts. "Oh. Abou' Marshank. Seems dere's been some notice taken of our residence dere," he says, catching Sandy up with what he said earlier. "Oi heard a couple a rats talkin' bout i' earlier. Dey said tha foires is burnin' again. Don' fink dey know a fing abou' us, but dey're gettin' oideas. Sayin' the ole fortress'll roise again." He snorts. "Oi don' know abou' you folks, but oi ain' go' any intentions a leadin' a bloody rat horde, much as that ole foreign bloighter moight fancy the oidea," he grins, referring to Deathwatch.

Sandy leans against the counter, completely ignoring the flufftail comment... Asides a glance to her tail. "I already led a small horde. Mutiny is a royal pain." she said with a little sigh... Okay, maybe that thought wasn't totally hers. But still.

Soclose shakes his head and says flatly, "I'd rather watch than get into rat politics." The osprey nods and indicates his bottle, "They're cheap with their friends because they never have enough to go around, you-know?"