Stocking the Ferravale Tavern
Scioto is here, a couple guards stand where he is ummm.....sleeping in one of the booths of the tavern, he looks worn out but an ear moves every so often as he never sleeps too deeply, a couple other beasts are cleaning up...guess the horde wanted the tavern rebuilt, hey thats still cool:P
"Thanks." Derderin says to the beast that opens the door for her. Her many bandages are still on, and she seems a bit unsteady still on her footpaws, but she's not one to sit on the sidelines. She enters backwards, dragging a cart loaded with barrels and casks with all her might. She grunts, pulling it across the mostly empty floor to the back.
Scioto ears perk and he sits up and groans "Who..goes there?" His vision focuses finally and he nods "Greetings Derderin."
Derderin halts the cart and lifts a paw in greeting. "'Ello, Chief. Jus' me. Trying to get some drinks back 'ere. Nice looking place. I think we did a good job rebuilding it, eh?"
Scioto nods "Yeah, oddly enough had some help but hey" He shrugs "Less work for us, hope to open it soon, will be nice to have a tavern again and a large one at that"
Derderin nods, wincing as she brings her paw down again to grasp the cart handle. "Aye. Much bigger. Very loverly." She tugs the cart, and it doesn't budge. She swears under her breath, pulling it again.
Scioto stands and goes to offer some help, the tip of his tail is bandaged and he has a bandage on pne arm, "Need a little help?"
Derderin looks about to say yes, her mouth open, but then she frowns as she looks at the arm-and-tail bandages. "No" She says abruptly. "But thanks." No sense in having the cheiftan exert himself over a stupid cart. "How'd ya get that nice bandage" SHe asks with a wry grin, jutting her chin at his arm as she wrestles with the cart wheel.
Scioto answers, "One of Marek's horde beasts, the infirm has a good bit of injuried beasts and it took 5 of my men to get a badger to the infirm, one very tough one thats for sure "
Derderin raises an eyebrow as she responds. "I've no doubt the infirm is full, but I take full pains to avoid it. If I'm ever there, it means I'm dragging an injured drunk there. Hope it heals soon." She gives the cart one last final heave before it makes it behind the counter. "I know from experience that arm wounds are the worst. Maybe those and chest wounds."
Scioto nods "Mine is not deep, but still needed tended too, and my tail is 2-3 CMs shorter...not too bad, wounds could of been alot worse" He shivers a little "Like last time was in a tavern...very bad wounds then"
Derderin shakes her head. "Don't think of it, Sir." She lifts a small cask and sets it under the counter. Standing back up she brushes her paws on her tunic. She's not wearing her forge apron today- much too heavy for her wounds. "Doesn't a shorter tail affect your balance?" She wrinkles her nose. "Whatever you do, Sir, don't fall onto any of my barrels, please."
Scioto chuckles, "If it was alot shorter yes, a small..what tract of it..will not effect balance, I am just glad to be home the abbey and no offence agaist them..was seriously starting to get to me"
Derderin rolls her eyes. "Do I know! 'Derderin, don't move. Derderin, leave the bandages alone. Derderin, get back here. Derderin, don't leave the abbey. Derderin, what the 'ell are ya doin' in the cellar?' Good healers they are, but pesty!"
Scioto says, "Yes they do have some good healers, we have good healers here also"
Derderin shrugs. "Never had to go to the infirm here. All my illnesses are drink related, and I know how to treat those sorts of things." She grabs a bigger barrel, winces, nearly drops it, but manages to make her way to the counter behind the bar, sliding the big barrel onto the bottom shelf.
Scioto nods "So going to be working on any new ales and other drinks?" He looks around "Maybe a week or two, then have this place opened"
Derderin shakes her head. " I've got enough work making enough stock for the tavern, nevermind creating /new/ drinks. But this place'll be full of drink in about a month. Takes time to make 'em, ya know? And I'll try to keep more in stock in the brewery. But the tavern fire was really unexpected."
Scioto nods "Yes it was, don't think he even planed it or maybe he did who knows what went on it that beasts head"
"Ah well." Derderin doesn't want to talk about it anymore. She grabs another barrel from the cart, shoving it, too, on the lowest shelf. She works away, flling that bottom shelf, tail flicking behing her.
Scioto says, "We should have a little rememerance for those loss in the battles""
Derderin looks up from her work. "Never said we shouldn't...but that's for you to plan, if it's gonna be another event. I'll supply drinks. " She shrugs, lifting another barrel with a grunt. "Didja know anybeast who died? Sorry. That was blunt."
Scioto nods as he frowns, "Yes I did, we lost our head guard, recently a replacement has been found, have to wait to see how he fits in"
Derderin screws up her face as she trys to remember him. "R...Ray...raymond? Ralph? And who's this new guy?"
Scioto says, "His name was Raymond yes and the new one is Braen, he is the one that found me and got me out of where Marek had me as a tempary captive.""
Derderin 'ahs.' "I'll have to invite him over for a drink then, sometime." She drags the last barrel from the cart. THe cart groans as the weight is released, but the side cracks as Derderin drops the barrel back with a loud pop of her shoulder, a string of obsenites coming from her mouth.
Scioto blinks, he decides to not get invlolved, he nods "Yes I am sure he is around somewhere, maybe looking for Nightbreath"
Derderin scowls, closing her dirty mouth. Good thing there aren't any little kids in here. She jerks her paw from under the barrel. THe bandage hangs down, torn. She sighs, then tears it off with her sharp teeth. It gets stuffed into a pocket. THe skin under the bandage is furless, and scaly. She rubs it absentmidley, pulling her unic sleeve down to cover the wound down to the paw. (it goes up her arm). "Let's try this again." She mutters. "Hm, what?" She asks Scioto. Swearing loudly makes it hard to hear others.
Scioto says, "I said he was around here somewhere"
"Oh, the new kid? Cool." The barrel goes with the others, without incident this time, thankfully. Derderin sighs as she straightens up, staring at the empty, now cracked, cart.
Scioto hmmms "I wonder is a blacksmith can fix it any or carpenter depending on what is needed for the cart'
Derderin snorts. "Oh, I bet the blacksmith /could/ fix it, but he threatened to eat me last time I was over there. I'll fix it myself." SHe grins. "That lizard sure is a nasty l' fellow. Where'd you find /him/?"
Scioto chuckles, "I heard he theaten to eat and may of ate some of Mareks horde during the take over that most left him be and he wandered into the tavern one day and told of his skills and offered them, I do not expect him to leave the smithy much once cold weather hits"
Derderin laughs out loud. "Oh yes. I had no choice but to leave, with how burnt I was, but I'm not surprised he stayed. And we'll get along eventually, once he realizes he needs some warm drink this winter." She grabs the cart handles and starts pushing it towards the door.
Scioto says, "I just hope everyone gets back ok, I sent word to the abbey it was ok to return now""
Derderin shrugs. "They'll all come back eventually. Until then, this village is going to be scary quiet. Hope that won't frighten ya." She winks, dropping the cart to prop open the door.
Scioto says, "It is rare I get afriad of anything so no worries on that"
"You've no sense of humour, cheif." Derderin sighs, going back to the cart. "Well, I'm off to the brewery. Gotta fix this cart, and tend to my drinks. I'll see you around, Cheif." She nods at him before leaving the tavern, kicking the door shut behind her.
NOTE: This next piece happened much later, but I thought I'd add it here as an extension, rather than a whole new log, as it's so short.
The sunny day would usually have prompted Derderin to take a break and go outside, but the Chieftan is pushing to have the new tavern finished and fully stoked in the next few days. Which, for this polecat, means no breaks. At all. Her forge apron and gloves have proved too heavy for her still-healing wounds, so she's discarded them on a table. The bandages on her arms, legs, and head look newl-wrapped, clean and white. She rubs the one wrapped around her forehead as she sighs, staring at the barcounter. It's covered in glasses. And she has to dust every one before putting them away.
The doors to the tavern open as a young and pot bellied brown fox enters. He looks around the tarvern and nods approvingly. Striding up to the bar he sits down on a stool and orders a drink, "Howdey! I'll take an ale please."
Derderin looks up sharply, eyeing the young creature. "This place isn't open yet, young Sir. But." She breaks into a feral grin. "I'll be 'appy to give anybeast a drink, s'long as you don't tell the Cheif. And don't go blabbing about it to any other creature ya see."
Bandit nods with a smile. "Sure thing. I'll take what ever you recommend." While he waits he examins the interior of the tavern. "This place is starting to look pretty good."
Derderin shrugs as she turns away, studying the wall of casks and barrels behind her. "Aye. Took long enough. And I've still got barrels left to bring in. " She sighs heavily through her nose, swiping a glass from the counter, giving it a quick dust with her rag, and filling it with a light colored liquid from a small firkin on one of the shelves.
the fox swivels in his seat until he faces the bar keeper again. He is about to make a reply when his stomach growls loudly. "Heh, I don't suppose they finished the kitchen yet, have they?" he chuckles.
Derderin slides the full glass gently across the bartop to the fox, and smirks. "Aye, they've finished it. There's a few cooks in there now. Besides me and you, we're the only ones in here. Want me to go see if they've got something?"
Bandit wags his tail happily. "Sure thing. I am hungry enough to eat a horse at this point!"
Derderin chuckles as she wipes her bandages paws gingerly on her tunic. "Well, ya wont find any of those around here. I'll see what I can do." She leans around a doorway, shouting into the kitchen, "'Ey, Lida! Can I get a plate in 'ere? Got a friend lookin' f'r munches." The answering shout isn't disernable, but Derderin nods her head and comes back to the bar, sliding into a stool to continue her glass cleaning. "She'll get somethin' f'r ya. So now, how long've ya been here?" She asks.
And here Bandit had to go. Consider it a work in progress.
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