Life at the Stumble Inne

[Ekaterina]

The night held a chill in the air, but the evidence of spring was prevalent in it being one that could be weathered with a simple cloak. In the midst of what some would consider nowhere, sat the looming building of the Inn, just off the beaten path of the main road that lead into the Port of Kiel. The upper floors windows were dark, but lower held a soft glow that beckoned invitingly in the dark. Once one entered, they might be mildly surprised. The outer shell seemed in disarray and disheveled, but the interior painted quite a different picture. Entire structure of wood, rich in color and hand waxed to a fine finish. The massive hearth in the corner glowed with the warmth of the fire, the scattered tables sat dormant, in wait to have their chairs filled. A long bar ran the length of the back wall; various drinking vessels, kegs and bottles lined its back. A door at the far end that bar and back behind it, lead to a room behind it. At the bar she stood at the very end, a steaming mug grasped between hands. This night, she was adorned in a simplistic cotton gown of forest green. Long flaxen mane fell freely, save for the tiny braids that crowned her head to intermix within, common for the women of the Northern people.


"ALAS AN INN!" His voice boomed like thunder, roaring into the open winds as his arms stretched out as though he were to embrace the structure before him. Some men thanked the heavens when coming upon a temple, but Hall gave prayer whenever coming upon any establishment that resembled a tavern or inn! "PIP! PIP!" Mad storm-blue eyes quickly dashed around to find the scrawny red-headed elf boy that was his unfortunate companion.


"Yes....... Sir?" The poor lad huffed and puffed as he attempted to catch up, for his pace was easily delayed by the fact that he was forced to carry all their supplies as though he were a mule. His own green eyes followed the man's expression towards the inn and he sighed. "Sir..... do... you... really think that this is a good id...."

His statement would never be completed for already the barbaric monster of a man made his way in. The wooden door slammed open with such a force that it bounced off the wall and almost smacked the following companion in the face as he tried to catch up. Hall paused in his steps, taking a moment to become familiar with the comfortable surroundings and to inhale that welcoming scent of booze. The man that stood there was a giant of flesh and muscle adorned in fur, leathers and weapons. A weather-worn face was covered in a thick unkept beard that rose to meet a matching unkept mess of dark brown hair. His storm-blue eyes matched the amused smile of scarred lips as they scanned around. Of course they would fall upon one specific item of interest; the young lass in the green gown. His eyes were like glue upon the woman as he soaked in every detail she had to offer and his grin showed that he was curious to know what details were yet to be seen. The man had no proper breeding and thus allowed him to act in such a manner with no guilt.

"Sir, shall I secure us a seat? Perhaps a nice hot meal?" Poor Pip always trying to sway the thick head of his friend. Oh well at least the boy would get to rest his tired feet for a spell.

When the door was burst through, she didn't jump, nor make a startled sound. She heard his announcement of arrival and was somewhat expectant of company. Instead, her head turned as those expressionless eyes of icy blue fixed upon that stormy gaze of the massive man. As he did the head to toe assessment, he would find she was returning the favor quite blatantly. Then to the young companion that entered with him. The Norse woman then pushed from her lean against the bars end to ease around behind it and stand. Attention back upon the two patrons. "I'm sure that door did you no harm Minn Drottinn, to deserve such actions." Touch of a smirk to form upon lips. "I take you for being a drinker of mead..." This spoken to the mammoth man, then attention to the younger one. ".. And you a golden ale." She could be totally off base, not that she really cared, it was more a game for her own personal amusement.

Hall's grin grew larger as she sang the song of drink to his ears. His mouth opened as though to say something in response to the stranger woman's guess.

But fortunately Pip jumped in. "Forgive us, m'lady..." His voice was weak and Trembled when speaking to the woman; for unknown to her the elf-boy was extremely shy amongst all females. "We were just looking for a place to rest and to perhaps get a hot meal." Eyes lifted to look at Hall before returning to look anywhere but the lady. He smiled kindly as she spoke of drinks. "No, I do not drink any liquor, M'lady. Such does not do me well." Once again a look was given to Hall. "And same goes for...."

A massive arm swung to push Pip completely off balance and forcing the lad to fall against a few chairs and then onto the floor. "MIND HIM NOT WOMAN!" He stepped closer, the look of mirth ever present upon his face. "Mead is just Fine...actually anything that warms my senses would satisfy me. As a matter of fact I hope to sample all your bottles at some point tonight." His voice trailed off as his eyes trailed her. "And perhaps..." A brow lifted. “I might get a chance to sample some other of your goods as well!"

Pip's face grew white as his friend was already making eyes upon the lass. "A.... a..... what he means is food. We want food is all!" Pip shouted in a pitchy tone from the floor.

Attention upon what looked to be the frailer of the two, and when he was swept from his feet a brow would arch slightly. Crystalline blues turned back to the monster of a man then and she'd just simply smirk. "Mead it is." Attention returned to the boy on the floor. "I understand well his intent, you have entered the lands of the Viking." As if that explained it all. Men like the large one were common place upon the warriors that frequented the lands. She'd then turn and snag a large mug, this taken to one of the kegs to be filled. Then a glass snagged and she'd fill it from a pitcher of water. Both items taken in hand as she turned to face them. "So are you going to eat and drink standing, or sitting on your arse?"

Hall obediently threw himself into a nearby chair, his eyes never once leaving the lovely female nor the drinks that she carried. "YA HEARD THA WOMAN PIP! GET OFF YOUR d**n ASS, BOY!" A fist slammed hard upon the table.

"Um....thank you kindly M'lady." The boy's voice trembled as he had managed to pick himself off the floor and make his way over to where his friend now sat.

Hall had wasted no time in chugging the much needed liquid and once he devoured the last drop he placed the tankard back upon the table and looked at Pip. "WHATCHA DOIN' BOY!? PAY THE WOMAN!"

Pip didn't even have a chance to sit before he was commanded to pass over coin to the lady. "Oh. Yes...of course." Hands quivered as he fumbled to find the small leather pouch that held what little coin they still possessed. "How much, M'lady?" They were running low on funds, and Pip knew that usually meant Hall getting the 'sticky-finger' sickness again.

Looking to the boy. "Five silver if you want food, that's for both and includes this drink only..." Attention turned to the larger man when this was spoken. Then back to the boy. "Only five copper for the mead, no charge for the water." Attention back to the mammoth of a man. "If you'd be so kind, if at all possible, curtail the volume of your voice. If I get a headache, I'll be forced to close the bar and shoo you back onto the road." A grin to now form and attention was back upon the boy. "There's venison stew with brown bread if you still wish a meal."

The lad looked nervous as he tried to count out their coins.

Hall on the other hand seemed the exact opposite of his friend. "I AM NOT LOUD!" He retaliated, that smile never leaving his own lips. Unfortunately the man knew no tone lower than the one that he gave; to him he was being quiet.


Pip looked up from the purse for a brief moment. "Inside voice... Sir.... that Is what she means." Pip had tried numerous of times to teach the man any type Of mannerisms, but they never sank in. Repetition seemed the key though.

Hall chuckled then looks back upon the lady as his arms crossed his chest and his legs rose to rest upon the table. "I much prefer to be the soreness between your legs than to be the soreness in your head, woman." The man had brass when he spoke, but at least the crude statement was spoken at a reasonable tone.

"And if I had a copper for every time I heard that statement, I could fill this Inn with coin." Smirk to grow as her eyes met that of the massive man.

Pip turned twenty shades of red; if he could he perhaps bury his entire self in the purse that he held. "I.... um..... I...... um..... coin...... only enough to pay for the drinks, M'lady." Five coppers were handed over with a shaky Hand.

She'd then take up his tankard and looked to the boy as he handed her the coins.

"WE HAVE NO MONEY!?" He roared at Pip. "WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN!?"

The empty bag was shoved away as Pip sighed. "My guess it would be a toss between the last tavern we visited and the sleeperhouse you were at, Sir. Both happened currently and were the last two establishments we... err... you were at prior to this one..... sir."

A brow rose hearing the conversation, and she couldn't help it, she began to chuckle. Attention then to the massive man. "My stables could use a good shoveling, I think that would be worthy enough for several pints." Looking to the boy and then back to the man. "But you have to do it, not he." Indicating the smaller of the two. Then back to the boy. "I'm not usually one to give charity, but given the circumstances you are in, I'll provide you a meal for the pittance paid."

Hall roared with laughter at the offer. "I DON'T CLEAN UP HORSE nuts!" An open palm smacked the edge of the table as he sang his laughter. Then he grew quiet for a moment and stared at her. "Perhaps a better bargain could be
Arranged, M'lady?" Wink. Wink.

Pip buried his face into the palms of his hands, sighed, and regained his composure. "I will gladly clean up your stables, M'lady. Or provided any service that you are in need of." His youthful face wrinkled up for a moment. "I am not talking about what he is offering though, M'lady. I meant work." His finger had pointed towards Hall. No, Pip certainly did not wish to be associated with Hall's type of 'service'.

That had her smirk to grow as she gazed upon Hall. "I doubt it!" And she'd wink back at him. Attention turned to the boy. "That's not necessary, it's not you who squanders your funds. I'll not see the sweat of your brow be that to which fills his belly with drink." The coins placed within the depths of the pocket hidden in the skirts of her gown. "I'll get your meals and a refill of your drinks." With that she'd turn and walk away from the two without a backwards glance and into the kitchen she'd disappear. The sounds of dishes being moved about could be heard from behind the door.

A backhand was given to the boy's head.

"OUCH!" He squealed as his hand rubbed against the red hair. "What was that for, Sir?"

Hall frowned then his voice began to mock his friend. "Oh M'lady! I shall I Service thee? Whaa...whaa!" His mocking voice was very feminine compared to his usual brutish tone; his hands flailed in flutters as he batted his lashes towards the youth and even flung his messy mane back against his shoulder.

Pip softly chuckled and blushed heavily to his friend's jest towards him. "She is right though, Sir...I shouldn't have to work to fill your needs."

Hall smiled as he returned to his comfortable position. "You forget boy that you gain experience as my companion." Experience coming in the form of loose woman, drunken brawls and endless bottles of liquor with the occasional stock or dungeon thrown in for fun.

After a few moments she'd return to the common room of the Inn, carrying a tray with several items upon it. Two large bowls of steaming stew, and two plates with several slices of brown bread on the side. Two glasses of water and a large slice of apple pie. The tray would be set upon a nearby table to free her hands to set the items before each. The massive man was given a bowl of stew, bread and water, the rest of the items were set before the boy; yes only the boy got the pie. She heard Hall's last comment to the lad and being one who never bit her tongue, she'd make a comment herself. "Experience?" Snorted chuckle. "How to consume drink and keep the company of diseased laden women?" Softly tsk tsks, looking to the boy, then back to the man. "I would say it's you who could learn from him. A pity for thick skulls." Grinning and a glance to the boy and he'd gain a wink. "Enjoy your meals." She'd then turn to head back to the bars end and the mug awaiting there.

A brow rose as he examined the water. With the man's record he most likely never truly seen water in a glass before let alone expected to consume it. He gave it a sniff, his tongue a slight taste and he quickly shoved it away. "Hush woman! Pip enjoys my company and has gained a ton of useful experience! Haven't you boy!?" All eyes were directed upon the poor elf.

Who busied himself with pulling the meat from the stew. "What? Huh? Um.... yes Sir... lets see I've learned that if Miss Bertha in Harloshire ask if I wish to See her treasure to NEVER NEVER accept the offer!" Now that was an experience Pip would never be able to clean from his memory.

Hall looked back at the lady and grinned. "See. The boy learns something new everyday." A heavy sthingyful of stew was shoved into his mouth, the gravy dripping down his chin and resting in his beard. No manners!

Leaning against the bar as she faced towards them, mug held in one hand. "Oh, JA, indeed an important experience in life." Slow shake of her head and roll of her eyes. Then looking to the boy as he picked through his stew. "So tell Me, besides the avoidance of drinking and sleepers, what grand experiences in life have you learned?" Mug lifted to sip of the now cooled substance. She accepted the larger mans behavior, it wasn't something uncommon in these parts.

Pip's glances took double and triple takes as he was taken aback by the woman's questioning him. Confused eyes finally fell upon Hall's as though he waited for direction.

"Well go on and tell the woman!" His hand shooed at the boy.


Pip nodded, scratched his head and thought for a moment. "Well..... um... I..... I mean we.... we have been on many amazing journeys. I have witnessed my lord's strength on many occasions, and we have been in many strange....very strange predicaments that would serve for some fun tales. And we have been in many lands, experienced many cultures and customs. I.... I... am... very happy indeed to be in his service, M'lady. Though at times I would rather see the inside of a library or a temple then that of a tavern or bordello."

Sipping her coffee as she listened to the lad tell of his encounters. An occasional nod before the cup was lowered and set upon the counter. "So that means you have no skills in which to defend yourself?" A simple inquire. "And
your friends’ skills don't count as a counter measure. I've no doubt he could hold his own in the face of battle." A glance given to Hall and then back to the boy as she awaited the answer to her question.

Hall chuckled, he knew this game but he would not interfere just yet with the conversation going on...he was too busy stuffing his mouth with delicious bread.


"Oh, no... M'lady. I can defend myself well if I need. I choose not to unless the situation is desperate. I.... I am not fond of violence. " A glance was given to Hall after that statement.

" Can't ya do somethin' with whistling and animals or something?" Hall questioned as he slurped up the remaining drops of stew with a piece of bread.


"Yes... I can communicate with certain animals, Sir." He blushed as he looked back at the female. "I am sorry, M'lady. Forgive me, all this time and I have forgotten to introduce myself. I am Piplock Poxs, though you may call me Pip if you wish. This..... err.... my... friend here is Sir Hallvarthr Rig Volund, son of the great barbarian king Gordo Bash of the Ror'lear Mountains."

Though the introduction was meant only to make Hall look good, the man did not seem please when introduced in such a way. His look, though silent, spoke volumes as his eyes coldly glared at Pip. "Hall....just Hall." The bread was shoved into his mouth as he lowered his head. Ooo, someone touched a nerve.

"Hmm, interesting. At least you have that." Mug lifted to sip from and attention shifted from the boy to the man as introductions were made. The addition of the title only caused a brow to rise. "Well, that does explain a lot then." Just a thought spoken aloud, not directed to anyone in particular. "You can call me Kat ..." And she'd look directly at Hall. "...And no, I don't answer to here kitty kitty!" That said, she'd carry her mug behind the bar and set to the task of refreshing the contents.

" 'Ow bout Puss-Puss instead?!" He chuckled as she had answered his question before it leaving his lips.

Pip simply smiled kindly towards her. "It is a pleasure Lady Kat. And I would like to thank you for your hospitality, you have been extremely kind to us." His head lightly tilted in her direction as he recited the praise.

Hall rolled his eyes at the sight and simply shook his head, a lone hand snuck out to steal the unattended pie.

"Touch that pie and you'll lose a finger or two." Stated to the large man, though her back was to them. Behind the bottles was nestled a reflective surface, more to expand the low lighting without having to use an excessive amount of candles or lanterns. Cup refilled, she'd slowly turn and simply move a few steps to reach the bar. Mug set upon it's counter, a lean taken in comfort against its frame. "I wouldn't repeat it, none here about would believe you." Stated with a bit of a chuckle. "I figured you've paid well enough to earn a meal. There's plenty and soon what's left will be tossed to the wolves."


The men would finish their meals from that point on in silence and eventually leave. Then she would set to the task of cleaning up after them. How domesticated the actions performed, and so out of league to whom she truly was.

[Ekaterina]

The night held a chill in the air, but the evidence of spring was previlent in it being one that could be weathered with a simple cloak. In the midst of what some would consider nowhere, sat the looming building of the Inn, just off the beaten path of the main road that lead into the Port of Kiel. The upper floors windows were dark, but lower held a soft glow that beconed invitingly in the dark. Once one entered, they might be mildly suprised. The outer shell seemed in disarray and disheveled, but the interior painted quite a different picture. Entire structure of wood, rich in color and hand waxed to a fine finish. The massive hearth in the corner glowed with the warmth of the fire, the scattered tables sat dormant, in wait to have their chairs filled. A long bar ran the length of the back wall, various drinking vessels, kegs and bottles lined its back. A door at the far end that lead to a room behind it. At the bar she stood at the very end, a steaming mug grasped between hands. This night, she was adorned in a simplistic cotton gown of forest green. Long flaxen mane fell freely, save for the tiny braids that crowned her head to intermix within, common for the women of the Northern people.

Tobias had been traveling a majority of the day to reach the Chapel of the Nine. The Paladin grew weary and decided it was best to find a place to rest for the evening. Eventually, during the metal-clad clank of boot to dirt brought the dangerous cerulean gaze toward the establishment that sat alone. It was a little far back and it looked a little rough on the outside. However, it was might have been the better choice than entering a port city during the evening hours. His direction changed with his horse in tow. Metal-clad hand wrapped around the strap and gave the beast as glide of fingers along the neck softly before patting. “Small blessings, " he murmured faintly before proceeding further. As he grew closer he noticed the windows upon the second story being quite dark. Though, the bottom floor held a light illumination. He stabled his horse and gave another quick eye around the vicinity for any danger that may have loomed about. Feeling no need for alarm he snagged his bag, hoisted it over his shoulder, and then continued toward the main door. It was cracked slowly before one foot ventured in and followed by the other. Upon full entrance he softly closed the door behind him as to not disturb any other patron that may have appreciated their solitude. The architecture of the establishment from within was much more welcoming. The hearth was the first thing to catch his eye before scanning for any signs of life. He noticed a woman adorn in the earthen hues. A soft dip of his skull in sheer respect before he started to move in her direction. It was obvious he was a paladin just by the silver dragon crest emblazoned upon his Dwarven crafted breastplate. Despite how heavy the armor appeared to be; he was conditioned for it very well and it hardly made much of a sound given its design. Shield upon his back held much of the same engraving and his sword was sheathed and even fastened locked as to not draw any signs of hostility. A safe distance kept as he locked eyes with the female the moment she might have looked his way. “Pardon, madam. Do I have the privilege of addressing the proprietor? “He stood confident and proud. However, there were no signs of arrogance or thingyiness that may have attached it to many of his Caliber and class. He was slightly different. Given the distance shared she may have even caught the light aroma of rain that emanated from him along with an aura of serenity.

The opening of the door would have head to turn and those icy shards of crystalline blues expressionless state direct upon the new entrant. Slight nod of her head in his direction. "Evening...” Lean against the bars end to be Relinquished as she stood fully erect. Through a head to toe assessment would be made with those eyes before they rose to meet his own. "Ja, though I don't know how much of a privilege it is." Light chuckle and she'd slowly ease to take position behind the bar. "And I do hope you'll do no damage to my seats with the weight you bear." Head tipped slightly to one side as she faced him in full again. "In what way may I provide you service?" When she moved, he might have taken note to what would resemble a pantheric grace, a predatorial flow of motion as she moved. The gown was worn loose, but still evident was the fact the woman was well toned in the way she carried herself. Though she dressed the part and filled it well, this was not her primary purpose in life.

He felt nothing wrong with someone else looking him over. Given a switch in roles he would have done the same. Now that he knew he was addressing the owner he could begin to state his business. “I shall pass my judgment of such upon my leave. Honesty is a virtue I've not yet to break. “His expression held amusement within the kind lines that sculpted his facade. The mixture of hue between the sky and sea within visual sensory didn't drift no further south than her lips during the exchange of tongue. “I wish to board here for the evening. I lack trust in the walls of Kiel. If granted such; I'll not only provide currency but I'll remove this armor as to ease your mind. I've no
intention of leaving scars within your furniture. “Wood and metal normally didn't get along. It wasn't rocket science to know that much. Tobias did take notice the gracefulness of her movements. She was either a woman of seduction or a hunter of the night. Perhaps, even both. Though, he made no such assumption despite what signs were going off in the back of his mind. “What say you?” Curious as to if they had an agreement or if he needed to head out.

His first comment had her chuckling as she found the humor expressed. A nod of her head. "Your judgment servers you well. Not a time of day for one unfamiliar to make first appearance." It was then she'd chuckle again. "As much as payment is expected, the addition of knowing my furnishings shall be saved injury is priceless in and of itself." Teasing lilt to that tone and hint of a smirk upon lips. "Rooms are two silver a night, if you wish a private bath, add a third to the cost. There is a public bath provided at no charge. For a gold, you get the room with bath, provision of two meals and a reasonable line of credit at the bar." She learned long ago to add the word reasonable in there, as some had cut into her profits with the amount it took to fill their bellies. "This includes full use of the stables and provisions of food and water for your mount. I don't deliver meals to the room; you must partake of them here. No will I draw your bath, all that's needed is provided and you tend to yourself." Getting it out in the open that she was neither ones servant nor bed-fellow. Ground rules were important, and she wasn't one to beat around the bush. Blunt, brash, that she would be, but at least people knew where they stood.

There was wisdom within her chord. He could sense it. She must have been through a lot during her years. Again, his attention did not falter anywhere below the line her lips set when they curved into a smirk. Attentive auditory sensory relayed the information of payment and what was provided with such payments. Everything seemed simple enough. “More reasonable than the small-folk. I'll take the private bath and provisions for my horse. The poor animal more care than I can provide some days. “The paladin had a heart and evidently a conscience as well.” I appreciate your hospitality. “He was well spoken as well. That wasn't because of what he was but, rather who he was made into. He pulled the sack from his shoulder and his hand drifted into the small void of darkness. Four platinum pieces were withdrawn before the sack was closed and he placed it over his shoulder once again. The aforementioned currency was extended out to her with a light tilt of his head. “If I enjoy my stay for the evening; I may continue to utilize your establishment as my resting place. Consider this a future investment. “He, at this point, offered a warm smile and awaited clearance to head to his room. He really wanted out of his armor and a bath didn't sound half-bad either.


A brow to rise as she noted the payment extended towards her. A hand would reach out and only take a single coin. "This shall suffice and what's not used shall be refunded. If you chose to extend your stay, we'll renegotiate." Hand drew back with the coin that was then slipped into a pocket of her skirt. She'd turn to walk partway down the bar. "Would you prefer a room at the end of the hall, or closer to the stairs?" Men of his kind she's seen before, and knew all had their small quirks about confinement. "Towards the back of the building or the front?" She'd then stop as she pulled a small metal box from beneath the bar. With this in hand she'd move back to the end of the bar and set it atop the counter. Attention back upon him as she awaited the choice of his preference.

A single coin? Most establishments would have scrapped up all four in a heart beat. He knew he had chosen well with her simple gesture. The other three coins were replaced into the bag before nodding lightly to her. His gaze traveled with her while she inquired about his preferences. “I only ask for a room with a window. Nothing more. Wherever there is space available with that simple request will suit me perfectly. “Why a window? It was easier to gauge time in a sense. He took note of the small box and then turned to look at the door for a moment. He felt something tug at him but he disregarded it for the moment. “Is it always this empty here?” It was probably not the most appropriate of vocabulary but given where this place was he couldn't imagine she did get many visitors.

That had her chuckling lightly as she took a key to open the small box. "They all have windows." Stated with an air of amusement. A single key would then be drawn from within and the box to closed and was again locked. Offering the key to him, she'd then indicate the location of the stairs behind the false wall. "Up the stairs, to the right. The room at the end of the hall. You'll have windows on two sides of the room." One that faced the front, and the second to face towards the back. Once he accepted the key, she'd set into motion again to return the box. "Not always, though as of late not many travel this way. But it's not unusual during the winter months. Roads are not easily traveled due to the deep snows we tend to get."

Not one, but two! This must have been his lucky day. He took the offered key and then looked to her again only to tear it away in order to locate the stairs. “Well, color me fortunate.” His warm smile evolved into a satisfied grin. “I see, " he responded lightly. He offered one more look to the scenery around him plotting his next plan of action. “I’m going to head up and take care of some quick personal matters.” Gesturing to the platemail. “But, afterwards I'll return down here and maybe even provide you some company if you desire it.” There was nothing wrong with simple conversation, right? He was certain she had some tales about how this place came to be if not some bizarre depictions of the people that passed by here every once in a while. It was with that he decided to depart from her momentarily to head up to his room to check it out.

Again he gained a light chuckle from her with his first comment. A nod of understanding to the second. "You'll find a rain barrel set next to the hearth. Even though the rooms are unused, the ones with private baths I always keep a fire in. There's linen in the cabinet below the wash basin, along with a bar of mint scented soap." She wasn't saying he stunk or anything, but if he wanted to bathe, wasn't soap a required necessity? "If you'd like a meal, I could prepare it while you tend to your personal matters. Today’s stew has already been tossed to the wolves, but I have some venison steaks I can prepare, with fried potatoes and onions, and steamed green beans." It was an easy meal to prepare in comparison to the ones they work hard to prepare in the mornings for the coming day.

Tobias was on a roll with gaining some light humor from her. It was good and it kept things light. He was at the door when he caught the sound of her voice. Eyes reattaching onto her own. “Alright, and I would like the meal if it isn't any trouble to prepare. At this time of night I am more than understanding. “Most people wouldn't have even offered. A deeper gratitude was provided and then he vanished upstairs to take care of his armor and bath. This place must have done well for itself to have soap. There were some taverns and inns that didn't really provide that much. So, in a sense this was like a luxury hotel. After a short time passing, Tobias emerged again. A white robe with small ornate designs along the right side made in Tibetan fashion. Almost monkish. A fine sash of the light gold wrapped around his waist. Normally, he didn't sleep but rather meditated. It typically provided the same effect as long as he wasn't wounded or injured. He traveled to a table and claimed a spot there for now. Patiently, awaiting and watching.


The room he would find would again be something to view. Rich mahogany comprised the furnishings within, a simple desk and chair for writing and the full size bed with its goose down mattress and pillows, layered with furs for covers. He was in Nordic territory, hence furs being primarily used and considered an item of wealth. Being a meditate; he'd appreciate the thick fur upon the floor before the comforts of the hearth. The bath he would find to be somewhat of comfort, the cast-iron drum of near six foot in length resting atop clawed foot bases. When he returned she would still be in the kitchen, the scent of cooking food to waft through the closed door. A few moments later it would open and she'd peer out, and then disappear back behind it. Next time the door opened she'd step out with a tray grasped between hands. This would be carried and set before him on the table. Plates were made of wood, as was to be expected, as were the bowls. Upon the tray she'd serve him two thick cut steaks, a side of fried potatoes with onions and a nice helping of green beans. On another plate rested two thick slices of brown bread, and yet another would be a slice of apple pie. A small dish contained butter, to be used for the bread and his meal if he so chose. "And what would you like to help wash this all down?" Stepping back once the meal was set before him.

In some kingdoms it was expected to be treated as royalty. However, such civilities were taken for granted by most living to that custom. The paladin did not expect such generosity and hospitalities. The Inne was beautiful by many standards and had surpassed his expectations thus far. She had gone out of her way to make him a meal and he could not ask for a better room. Maybe all his praying did work. There were times he wondered about such in his faith. Even given his years in his service. His attention had fallen upon the hearth and his gaze became consumed even as the fragrance of food captivated his sensory. A reaction of inner salvation occurred along with a growl in his stomach. Tobias did not realize just how hungry he was. The sound of the door instantly pulled him from his momentary dreamscape and fastened to her. It looked absolutely divine and the aroma was enough to make you slap your momma. "Wow...," he whispered before looking up to her with amazement glimmering within those cerulean optics. “Water, please.” He was even further impressed by the quality of the Inne. “Thank you, again. It all looks delicious. “Compliments to the chef upon preparation. However, before he began to dig in -- he dipped his head lightly and offered a prayer.

"Looks can be deceiving." Stated with a teasing lilt, then she'd nod and turn to head to bar and behind it. Here she'd collect a pitcher of water and a glass, this she'd return to set on the table before him, careful to not interrupt what looked to be a moment of silence; perhaps to pray or give thanks. Once it was all before him, she'd turn and head to the bars end to collect her cup and return behind the bar. A kettle upon a small stove like setting kept behind it would be used to refill the rich brew her mug contained. The scent of the coffee would fill the room as it was poured. She'd then make her way back to her usual perch at the bars end. Though she never sat, just stood there and leaned against the counter in comfort as she faced it. This still provided her visualization of the room, front door, and the man settled at the table.

They most certainly could be. It was the reason he offered his prayer over the food to purify any intoxications that may have entered its properties. Was he accusing her of poisoning it? Not in the slightest. It had become habit given his span of life. One just never knew in the current world. He paid close attention to where she stepped and how during the length of time his eyes were closed. The sound of water had brought his attention up to her with a nod of gratitude to follow. As hungry as he was he took his time in preparing himself to consume the meal he before him. The most difficult decision was on where to begin and it was evident in the way his hands shifted a bit indecisively. Irises lifted to her position as a visual identification of where she was before he started to eat. Decent sized bites were taken out of the venison and then mixed with a slice of potato. Green beans mixed along and upon tasting everything beside the apple pie he took a small swallow of water. Now, that was heaven! The vocal caverns were clear and before he continued to eat he regarded her once more. “You’d think I'd have more manners than what I've displayed. I do, honestly. Amidst it all I forgot to give you my name. For what it is worth to you; I'm Tobias Schaefer, Paladin of the Silver Legion of Altima. “There wasn't any information he had a reason to hide besides one simple fact. What he was. Why? His breed was a dying race and they were quite hunted around many regions. Irony, really.


First the son of a Barbarian King to grace this establishment tonight, now that of a Paladin, the clientele was looking up. Even though the Kings son was barbaric in nature, the Norse was use to men like him; and had no problem dealing with them when prompted to. "You can just call me Kat..." Offered with a bit of a nod of her head. No titles, no last name, perhaps it was she that had something to hide? Or it was just the simplicity of who she was. "And no, I don't answer to here kitty kitty either." Teasingly stated, she's been down that road before. "Though I find it strange that one of your caliber travels this far. Either you're lost, or on a sabbatical." Yes, she knew what a Paladin was, she's come across some in her travels, though rare were the occurrences.

Kat! The name bounced around in his cerebral faculties for a moment before offering a light nod of his own. A few more bites were taken and washed down with the clear liquid. “The fact you had to clarify that makes me curious and somewhat concerned. “He laughed and then shook his head lightly.” Regardless, an honor Kat. “He was full of smiles before returning to his meal. Sense of hearing on full alert in case she began to speak; and she did. So, he brought his focus up to her again after popping a piece of bread between his lips to chew. Once it was swallowed; he responded. "Unfortunately, I can never become lost and the assumption of being on a sabbatical is only partially accurate.” Hand came to glide along his chin for a moment before leaning back in his chair a bit. All four legs were still on the ground. “An old friend called upon my aid to seek out a holy relic. The Chapel of the Nine is rumored to house this relic. However, the power is supposedly emits I should have felt by now. “A slight discouragement in his baritone. "Tsuyosa will just have to wait a little while longer. " A second more and his attention drifted back toward the fire only to place another piece of bread in between his lips.

"One gets use to jeers and taunts when working in a position like this and tending to a populous of Norsemen." Slow shake of her head and a smirk to appear. "Nothing to be concerned about, I assure you." Mug lifted to sip from, and she'd continue to be attentive as he spoke. His tale of the relic brought a memory to the forefront of her mind. Her own quest in the accompaniment of an old friend, of a destructive item to which they sought and found. Though her friend had not been seen since the day he presented the item to her, and that she still kept hidden away. More due to the powers it held and the devastation it could cause. In this remembrance, her gaze had gone somewhat distant with that thought. Then draw back to the here and now, she'd refocus on Tobias. "Must be quite some form of power if it can be felt before being seen."

For a few moments he was quiet as he finished up his main course. The butter had gone untouched but he was giving that apple pie the eye. Such was the ways of temptation. Gaze found that of Kat's. " It was used in the Immortal War between the Primordials and the Elementals. Its purpose is to neutralize other powerful artifacts so that their devastating power cannot mar the land or realm. In return; it adverses the effect. What land is bare and fruitless becomes rich and fertile. The blind is given sight and the ill are made whole. " Lightly touching upon the subject as he finally took a slice of that apple pie. It was worth it too! He took his time in tasting its texture and delighting in the simple pleasure of its sweet goodness. " Okay, that alone was worth a platinum piece. " He began to grin as he finished up. More of the water was drunk and then he brought his focus up toward Kat once again. " I don't know if I'll ever find it. It changes places so constantly. Never safe to keep in one place. " That was the worse part of the situation. It never stayed put long enough for when he did catch its trail.


Brows furrowed slightly as she listened to his further explanation. Deja-Vu perhaps? She's push the very thought from her mind, for it would be impossible. With his comment on the pie, she actually laughed this time. "I'll be sure to let Radulfr know you appreciate his hard work." Yes, the pie was made by a man, not the woman who served him now. Although she had prepared the meal herself. Then the continuation of the story would captivate her once again. "I have heard of such items ..." Not a total lie, cause she had heard. ".. but I'm one who has little care or interest in things that use magick. In all truth, I have no trust in such items, and little in those who wield them." Vikings were a superstious lot, but their barbarian heritage left them no tolerance for such uses and avoided them at all costs.

Something told him she knew more of the tale than she was letting on. However, if she did then he would allow her to tell him if she desired. It made no sense to try and force such information from her. " If he bakes like that all time I may have to make this a permanent stop. " Tobias had a major sweet tooth. He was like a kid in the candy store when it came to things like that. She had heard of such items? He noted the plural ending. " I would suspect such. My old friend mentioned of a woman of Nordic descent. Much to your description though you seem a bit taller. However, he claimed she had a very ill will in regards to it. I've taken caution in using any sort of magic in these lands. I've enough problems attempting to find this artifact in a strange land. Let alone having the people of said land angry and irritated by my presence. " His glass was held in his hand before looking down to his plate. There wasn't anything left and he had quite the full stomach on account of it.

"He'll definitely round your belly with his talent in the kitchen." Stated with a grin. It was his words that had her looking at him, studying him a bit closer as he spoke. "Being of Nordic descent is perhaps the reason why. It's the way of our people. Brawn and brains are what's given credence, though when it comes to the men of the lands, they're usually more gifted with the brawn." As truthful as those words might be, it was said in a joking manner. There were those whom were graced with both, and it was usually these men who led the others into battle. "As long as you don't use it to alter ones surroundings, or person, you shouldn't have any problems. Though if one feels threatened, that could ultimately change."

That warranted a bright smile for the man did have a talent in the kitchen! That was certainly agreeable. " Quite an intimidating lot to one who may not be prepared. Though, over the course of time I've adapted to such perceptions. Though, in any case a laugh is a laugh and a fist is a fist. That much is understood through every race and ethnicity. "He listened to her additional warning and he nodded once again. " Simply defense. I doubt my words will give anyone reason to raise arms against me. " The corner of his lips began to curl heavenward. " Besides, I managed to make you laugh at least once this evening. That has to mean something. " A grin surfaced before taking in more of the water.

She'd raise her cup of coffee in a form of a salute in his direction. "Indeed you did, and it's gained you a fine piece of pie this night." Said in jest. "And the fact I didn't spit in your water." Added to further such. Not that she did such things. The hell she didn't. Piss her off and you'd never know what you'd find in your food or drink or what it would do to you in return after consumption. Devious little minx she could be when crossed. "Then you should find no opposition here, outside the usual male chest beating to prove who's more superior to another." Amused glint in icy blues. "The women may chase after you, not caring about your vows of chastity. In fact, they might view it as a challenge, to be the one to tempt the Paladin to their bed." Viking women were unlike most others, they were brash, forward, and held a strength that equaled to some men. As bloodthirsty as their male counterparts when it came to battle.

"If that is all it took... ", he added in humor. Spit in his water? "I think you may have just shattered my hopes of tasting your saliva. " He tried to pass an upset look but he couldn't do it. His smirk gave him away as he shook his head lightly. He didn't want any opposition. While he didn't mind a good fight from time to time the method doing it through hostility often ended in death. And, judging Tobias hadn't lost yet in that sense. " That isn't just here. Territorial dominance is everywhere. " It was the truth of the matter. The woman? Oh, he could see her enjoying telling him that too much. " I'm sure the Nordic women are very lovely beneath the bed sheets. Though, I don't think beauty will be enough to throw away my divine access. " He even looked to her. However, he figured such thoughts didn't cross her mind. If they did; she didn’t' let them show. " It's tough sometimes, though. Have a woman's warm touch glide along your face and edge you to the ends of a tempting world. You'd think the divines would have more compassion. They have no such mercy, though. Even raped I'd lose my gifts and I wouldn't put it past some women. " It was an interesting subject and he just lowered his head and chuckled. Very amused and entertained by his host. " I'm sure you've suffered a similar fate. Though, I doubt the touches you were rewarded were those you wanted. " Kat held a lioness' portrait. She was beautiful, proud, and dominant in many ways. He could see it and it made her attractive. Hence, his statement.

His comment would have her out right laugh this time, a full embodied sound that lasted longer than those prior. "I'm sorry to have doused such hopes." Mock sincerity, her own smirk would belie the truth, as well as the amused glint in icy blues. Head tipped slightly to one side as she pondered on his comment. Then a slow shake of her head. "I would say I could relate, but I've never been touched by a woman in that way." And said with a straight face mind you, she even lifted the cup to sip from after having said it. Two sips to be exact before it rested upon the bars surface once more. Looking over at him and she'd smirk. "There are those who have tried, and they all failed in their attempts. Some returned stubs where hands once rested." A gleam in her eyes, perhaps amused at her comment, which either was true or more of that joking side of the Norse. The former would be more correct though spoke in the way of the latter. "But then there's nothing divine about me to lose. It's just a matter of what allowed and what not, and nothing is allowed to which I give no permission."

Yeah, he walked right into that one didn't he? Well, at least she was laughing and it inspired his own chuckle to surface. " Well, that added an interesting twist to the subject. " It was just the vivid imagery of another woman cupping her face and he closed his eyes. He had to rid himself of that perception. Temporarily at a lost of words while she drank from her mug. " I can only imagine. Rare to find a woman with a backbone that isn't bed ridden. " There was a fine line in finding a woman who was strong willed and just strong mouthed. " In some ways that is more of a blessing. However, I've not experienced life on your side of the gate. " He was comfortable where he was and so he remained put. Several times he had thought about shifting toward the hearth but only his eyes occasionally drew to it. " At least I don't have to worry about you sneaking into my bed this evening. " There was a grin that crept upon his lips. " I've got no reason for you to give me stubs. " He said that matter-of-factly with a lopsided smirk.

Light chuckle. "Those who use the position on their backs to get through life, are those who have either little to no skills, no education, or are simply lazy in providing for themselves. They're an epitome of existence and find themselves alone when not beneath the grunting rutting of some male." She had noticed his attention drawn to the hearth several times. It would be this to prompt her next action. She'd turn and refill her mug with coffee, and then fix a second. Once both were prepared, she'd turn and make her way over to one of the winged back chairs that set before the fires warmth. She left the one in which the ottoman rested before, a more manly rendition of the seating she chose for herself. Her cup set upon the table that rested nestled between the two, the second closer to the opposing chair. Both set with a slight shift to enable those sitting upon them to view each other while in conversation, as well as enjoy the fires warmth. Her chosen seat allowed her full view of the front door; hence why it was chosen. His last comment had her chuckling again. "Fear not Tobias, I've no interest in ravaging your body or tainting your divinity." Said with an amused tone. She'd indicate the opposing chair. "I think you'll find this more comfortable to relax in while your meal digests." The coffee was there for him to accept or decline, it wasn't hurting anything to simply sit upon the table. "Nor do I worry over your overstepping any invisible boundaries." He was a Paladin after all, that gave him some merit.

As harsh as her perception sounded she was beyond accurate. He couldn't fault the logic utilized. So, he nodded as if agreeing to the segment. At this point he noticed she was making a second cup of coffee. Was she expecting someone? It was his first instinct. His light peripheral followed her toward her new location and watched as she made herself at home. " I didn't figure you as such. I've got the hint that your the type of woman that I'd have to keep my focus before me in order to see the sting of your blade. " She could take that as she would but it wasn't an insult by any means. Now, he understood what she was up to. The glass of water was finished off and he placed it upon the table before claiming the spot she had gestured to. The coffee was taken in hand as he gave it a light tasting. Strong, but he didn't mind. " You've too much faith in the what I am... and now the who I am. " He simply grinned and sipped at his dark liquid. After it went down he continued, " I've seen self-proclaimed righteous men take advantage of women before. Given the circumstances and despite our wisdom of other's ability -- what gives you that comfort? " He wasn't making a statement simply looking to satisfy his curiosity.

Settling back in the comforts of her chair, hands to rest upon the arms of its side. "Perhaps it's my being a woman that you need to keep a focus on before you that gives me such comfort." Right back at him, and it was said in a teasing tone with the accompaniment of a grin. "Ja, there are those that no matter what code they follow, tend to enact in the way of the man who has no code or honor." Head to tip slightly to the side as it rested back against the chair. "Intuition perhaps, I like to think I'm a pretty good judge of character and understanding people by watching how they act, what they don't say as much as what they speak. Sometimes lack of actions speaks louder than actions witnessed." Now she'd turn the table on him. "What makes you think I'm not one to be contended with to turn your back upon me?" Brow to rise with the inquire and a smirk upon her lips. She'd now reach for that cup of coffee and draw it towards her in order to enjoy a sip.

She was very good at this. " Touché, " he replied with an interested smirk. Then, he fell silent while she provided more of her insight upon his earlier revelations. " Frightening in some cases. A man or woman who takes a vow. Given that power of authority and trust only to decimate it's meaning by acts of selfishness and misguided delusions. " Human nature did as it always did and it urged instinct over common sense. He was on the receiving end of her words of her dialect again. Not only did she give him more to contemplate upon but she spun the subject to focus on him. " I believe you've got enough honor within your traditional ways to give me at least the peace in knowing who dropped me. That and I am sure you are already aware that my chest is more exposed than my back. " She wasn't the only one with a keen eye. There was a lot of training involved and it was to be respected. " However, I can simply be given an illusion and led to believe an unspoken assumption. Mystery and the shadow -- it is what you like. " He shrugged lightly before bringing the cup up to his lips. A moment to savor it's flavor before regarding her again. " But, I am a man so more than likely I'm wrong. " He grinned and brought his gaze to the fire. Slowly, that grin drifted and his mouth became straight.

A few more sips and the cup would lower to be cradled atop her lap between her hands, elbows resting on the arms of the chair. Icy blues would meet his gaze as they spoke. "Sometimes the reason they seek said power, is to only gain a position or cover for their ultimate act or deed. Power sometimes brings forth the darkest recesses of a man or woman's character." The answer to her question had her chuckling again. "That's the thing about women, Tobias, we're a hard creature to understand." If it affected her that he was close to the mark about how she was, no outward indication would be offered. She remained looking content in her comforts and the company she kept. His last comment had her softly laugh. "You are a man of intelligence and insight, somehow I have a hard time believing you're often wrong. Perhaps mistaken or mislead, but you find your way to the truth in the end; if it's something you want to find." As he stared into the fire, she'd take the moment to silently study his profile. He was quick witted and indeed a wise man, and that was a dangerous combination to someone like herself.

Tobias was enjoying his time and conversation with Kat. A conversation of profound acumen was becoming rare and when presented with the opportunity to indulge; he took it. A curse of his heritage in some aspects. " Unfortunate to the victim(s) in any case. I'm supposed to be a man of reason and justice. However, there are times I wish I could extinguish such anguish from the world. " It was the goal of achieving the impossible. "Then, I get to thinking about how much a smile would be worth without it some days how often we take that for granted. " The brightness within his irises dimmed with a sliver of silver dotting them here and there. But, his disposition lightened upon her following comment. " I don't think women are hard creatures to understand. I'd something along the lines of impossible. " He even flashed a set of ivory before they hid behind the cup. Then, she caught him off guard with her compliments. " I suppose that makes someone like me a little dangerous to be around. Those who like to keep to themselves or prefer to remain left to the unknown. I'm persistent, sure. Yet, I never push. " He rose his cup in her honor before removing another sip. Focus was within the flames and how they danced. " I had a mentor once. I often wondered why he looked into the fire... " Then, he gradually brought his gaze back to her. " I asked him why he did so. " Once more his visuals were captivated by the small inferno. " He said only because it is the only thing shadows cannot consume. No matter how dark an area can be... a single candlelight can be seen beyond the distance of mountains and guide the furthest lost soul home. " He smiled. Simple, gentle, and warm. " I didn't understand it back then... but I do now. "

"You know what they say, push and you might get pushed back; though caught off guard you could land hard upon your arse." Said after laughing about his comment on women. Men were the same way, at least to her anyways, and her thoughts on the matter would be spoken aloud. "It's how women counter the impossible and stubborn nature of men." When he spoke of the fire, her eyes drift to gaze in that direction, so when he glanced in her direction she wasn't staring at him still. "When I gaze into it, I see beauty and the purest form of power. The way it moves and shifts in colors can be hypnotic. It provides warmth when one is cold, the ability to cook meat instead of eating it raw. But then it also has a destructive side in its wild nature. It can devour an entire village in a blink of an eye, cause disfiguring injuries or death to a man in matter of minutes and in the most painful of manners. It moves without thought or true purpose, as long as there’s something to feed it's hungry nature. But as much as it can destroy, it can also help to rebuild. A forest lost to fire enriches the earth to make it fertile and grow more lush than before. It's something that demands respect, but is most often taken for granted." All the while she spoke, she watched as the flickering tongues of the flames lapped about the long lengths of oak and pine logs. It caused the sap in the pine to boil and occasionally pop when over heated.


The saying couldn't be any truer. Her open thoughts on the subject men and women had motivated laughter. Though, it simmered when she revealed what she saw when she looked into the blazing heat. The coloring of nature's greatest dotting his visuals as he looked on. She went over both sides of it's power and his mind took over and put it all into perspective. "As are most elements. Magic is hardly any different. It's power to revive and to destroy are incredible. Some fear it, others banish it, few accept it, and many abuse it. " He set his cup to the side and then knelt down on the rug before the fire. His hand extending outward into the hearth itself. His flesh should have been seared and his clothing in flames. Yet, he pulled his hand back with a small ball of the fire. It was twirled around his fingers lightly before he allowed it to snake back into the masses. He simply leaned back and continued to stare. " If such power is there... if men could put aside their lust for power... if only... " He sighed. " I wouldn't be needed and I could be normal. " He then chuckled and stood to his feet. " You know that is a very dangerous word: if. " He looked to her again. " I find myself saying that word a lot lately. But, then I have to think to myself... who else will be that candlelight? " He offered her a kind smile. " ... or the destructive force driven by a hunger? " He was growing tired and he had stayed up much longer than he had anticipated. " I apologize. I let myself wander too far when I grow tired." He provided a bow. " You've a beautiful place here, Kat. I enjoyed the shared conversation and the meal was excellent. But, I better retire or I fear my of my random ramblings may torture you. " A hint of jest as he turned toward the stairs. Just before he vanished altogether he’d pause looked to her once more. " Pleasant dreams, Kat. " And with that he shuffled off toward his room.

"And you, Tobias." Would be the words to follow him up those stairs. Once she heard the door close above, she'd rise from her seat and begin clearing away the dishes and tending to them in the kitchen after.

[Ekaterina]

The majority of the day had been spent hunting, and having only returned a few hours prior. Still adorned in the garments worn to tend to the task, the Norse wore deer skin pants tucked neatly into the top of like boots. Tunic of the same fashion belted about waist. The tanned hide had been dyed to reflect the same color as the night with its lackluster midnight hue. Long flaxen mane drawn back into a long braid that rested at the center of back and cascaded down past hips. Radulfr was in the kitchen prepping the meat of the several stags, boar, and rabbits. She killed, gutted and skinned the creatures, then tended to the hides, so now it was his turn to tend to his portion of the job. Thus it placed her behind the bar to tend in his absence, and since the place was devoid of patrons, Honey Meade would be her chosen drink this night. Resting with her back against the counter behind her, facing towards the bar and room in a lean of comfort. Tankard grasped between hands as it was being slowly sipped and savored. The window had been left open to permit the fresh coolness of the early spring air, although a fire did burn brightly in the hearth, so to not have to attempt to start damp wood later.

The paladin had also been on his hunt. The Temple of the Nine had sworn to him that his relic had been within this area. It was just a matter of figuring out where. However, that wasn't his only problem. A creed of thieves had also taken a liking to the object. Even through the interrogations they seemed to be just was informed about the holy object as he was. Tobias had to remember the virtues of patience and diligence. Although, his nerves were being tried. Fortunately, the days had been kind with the weather and he was thankful for at least that much. His horse soon found solace within the stable of the Stumble. The pack was lowered off the beast and slung around his arm before he began his approach toward the main door. Recently, he had been using this place as his base of operations. It was outside the port city and its disconnection was perfect. Even its host was hospitable. Silver platemail was adorned from the collar south. Helmet beneath his arm with his shield upon his back. The long sword sheathed, of course. Right hand pressed upon the door to grant him entry but he was cautious as to not mar the wood with metal. A conversation he remembered very well, indeed. The thought inspired a smirk as he noticed the familiar woman behind the bar with a tankard in hand. “Okay, so the Norse women are a little more than I anticipated.” He flashed Kat a rather sly smirk and pulled his pack from his shoulder. "I owe you for another five days.” Consistent. He liked it that way so he didn't forget the payment.

Crystalline blues would rise upon hearing the doors opening and a brow to rise as she took note of Tobias' entry. Tankard lowered to reveal the hinted smirk upon lips. "Never underestimate a Norse." Playful wink shot in his direction. Tankard would be set aside and she'd turn to grab on that was empty. This would be carried to a barrel and filled with ale and topped with a perfection of foamy head. Turning to set this upon the bar, hands to then reclaim her own tankard of Meade. "Glad to hear you intend to extend your stay, and I also thank you for not destroying my furnishings with your metal suit." Teasingly added to the last and a grin would predominantly show. Back to her lean of comfort back against the counter behind her. "I don't know why you chose to wear such here a bouts. If you're trying to be inconspicuous, you're sadly failing in that get up." Tankard used to indicate his armor worn. "You should let me show you how to dress to better intermix with those you may seek answers to your questions." Although she may have more than she led to believe, but for now she'd remain tight lipped about it. No need to stir the pot if the object to which she had knowledge was not that he sought. As well as a promise made to the one whom nearly lost his life to claim the last piece, to keep it safely hidden until his return. What if he didn't return? Then its placement may very well never be known and lost when she took her last breath.

Well, at least she wasn't throwing anything at him or cursing his name for returning. Her wink brought laughter and he shook his head with her comment regarding the Norse. “I dare not do such. I fear I'd already be underneath the bed sheets of some if I had. Strength is impressive and cunning is more so. “He noticed the ale and lifted his ultramarine gaze onto her once more.” Why would I scratch that of which that keeps me warm and with comfort? Besides, there was a saying that hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned. Least I get on your bad side I'd lose out, no?" He cautiously placed his helmet down along with sliding the pack from his shoulder. The ale was taken and raised to parted lips. “It’s protocol. I doubt I make many friends with such representation; however, I've no shame in claiming to be who I am." A slight cant of his head and it was clear the deviousness that crept within his handsome facade at that very moment. "You looking for a reason totouch me, Kat? I don't know what to say?" Such was the tease in his chords before removing another sip from his tankard. " Honestly, I gave my noble's attire to a man whom needed shelter from the rain. The suit is heavier than I like but my body's grown used to it's bulky nature. I've the coin for another but I've yet to meet a tailor who could 'manipulate' the fabrics to my liking." A glean of silver crossed his light blues before looking to the stairs. A bath sounded nice and getting out of the battle field armor sounded even better.

Grin would easily shift into the formation of a smirk, and was that bedevilment that glinted in those icy blues? "Lose? Depends on what you view as a loss. But I assure you, no matter what the case, if I get scratched, I bite back." Tankard rose to take a drink and then lower before she'd continue. "It's not a matter of shame, Tobias, it's more a matter of being viewed as one someone can confide in; even if it's to brag on information you might find as value." A hand would rise to indicate the area around them, though words would bespeak of areas more distant. "In a place like this, guards are nothing more than thugs in fine linen. Such armor as yours is an intimidation factor and would cause lips to press tight and tongues to be held." She knew the area very well, and for more reasons than the fact she lived and worked here. His accusation of touch would cause laughter to sound. "A reason to do so?" Slowly shakes her head. "If I want to do something, I assure you I won't come up with an excuse to do it, I just will." Another playful wink directed his way. "But I promised that I'd not molest you, and it's a promise I'll keep." Crossing her heart with index of free hand, although fingers of the one holding the tankard did cross. "Then you should make your own, it's what I do. Why waste time with someone who doesn’t know your likes as much as you do?" Shrug of shoulders. She noticed his glance towards the stairs. "Have you eaten yet tonight? I was about to partake of my evening meal. Nothing special, roasted pork with potatoes and cabbage. Honey glazed carrots and fresh baked bread. I do believe Radulfr got a bit exotic with his baking last night, and there's a triple layer chocolate cake for dessert, the center layer resting between crusts of fudge and topped with a sweet cream topping." She was making herself hungry with the offering of the menu and her stomach would announce this very fact with a slight rumble.

Kat's wit never seized to amaze him. She was very quick of mind and the responses he got from her only proved such. “I was simply referencing your hospitality and comfort.” He left it at that for he was positive she had drawn more conclusions than what he mentioned. At this point he listened to her perspective and nodded lightly. She had his interest for certain. Attentive ear consuming the knowledge she was bestowing upon him. Tobias comprehended what she revealed to him. “You’re right. I need to stop relying on the regulations of formality. Perhaps I use it more of a safety clutch than I realize. "Thoughtful expression touched his face before he was slammed by another playful delivery.”You don't say? Such a crime to some. Celibacy seems so miniscule when the temptations of having your hands indulge my flesh with your touch creep within my mind." Jestful. Every word. Yet, the temptation of the element was very real. "It's a fortunate matter I've not to worry with such realizations." He wasn't so bad at the game himself for being a Paladin. The mention of the cloth drew his next bit of commentary. "I know there are only three people within the known world that can craft the cloth that I require. I've simply not had the pleasure of running across them recently." It had to do more of what he was than who he was in that regards. However, the thought of eating had triggered a full on focus. His tankard half empty by this point. Mouth salivating at the mere thought of the food she mentioning. “I spent the lunch hour in the poverty stricken region. I had a small packed lunch but I wasn't the one who got to eat. Perhaps my heart bleeds to much. I'd be privilege to dine if you'd have me." Never forcing himself upon anyone when it came to such. He finished off his ale at that point. "I'd like to tend to my personal matters quickly if that doesn't interfere." Unless she stopped him; he was going to head up and take care of himself.

Her grin would grow wide. "I'm the epitome of temptation in so many ways." Teasing tone of voice added to the jest, or was it truth stated in a playful manner? There was that glean in icy blues again. With her all seemed a joke in manner, but then perhaps it was a facade. "You limit yourself it seems in things, I understand you have a calling to fulfill, but there shouldn’t be limits." Tankard set upon the bar, her own emptied with the last rise. "Bleeding hearts ends in inevitable death, and usually painfully." Tease and truth all rolled into one again. A nod of her head. "When you return, I'll have the meal at the ready before the fire." She remembered he enjoyed sitting before the hearth and would arrange a table so he could do just that while partaking his meal. When he moved to head up the stairs, she would turn and enter the kitchen. Hers and a male’s voice would be heard coming through the door, and occasional laughter. While Tobias was tending to himself, she'd be moving a table to sit between the two winged back chairs and it would be here the meal would be awaiting him, along with his drink. She would be set in her usual seat to await his arrival before beginning to consume her own awaiting food.


The woman gave him plenty to contemplate. Thoughts of their subjects and conversations coursed through his mind as he dissembled his armor and took a quick bath. Her statement of being the epitome of temptation was light but he couldn't help but feel their being more truth to the subject. Limits. He had hundreds of them. Thousands beyond his call. Though, all in all she was accurate on many accounts and perhaps he needed to forsake protocol in order to find the powerful artifact. He could smell the food, and the aroma was absolutely divine! After a few moments he came down the steps. A silver trimmed robe over his shoulders with etchings of the draconic emblem colored black over his heart and down the length of the left side upon the white background. He noticed her waiting upon him. “I apologize for having you wait." Genuinely released as he claimed the spot across from her to look down upon his meal. "It all looks delicious. The aroma carried all the way up the stairs." He chuckled and prepared himself at the table. A short prayer had him closing his eyes with a dipped head. Afterwards, he raised his utensils and began to dig in!


Well, she wasn't waiting on him completely, with fingersshe had been picking at the pork. It was moist and full of flavor due to the herbs used in its preparation; as well as the potatoes and cabbage cooked with it. "No apology necessary, it was my choice to do so." His portions were a bit larger than hers, but then she figured a man to have a bigger appetite; not that hers was shabby in comparison. Only one piece of cake rested upon the table, and this set beside his meal. She wasn't one for sweets, the Meade created of honey that she consumed in large amounts was about as sweet as she liked. Although she did enjoy occasional fresh fruit. "I think he does that on purpose, opens the vent that leads upstairs so visitors will get a whiff of his cooking and become famished." Now she'd become more civil and finger picking would be replaced by the use of her fork as she too dug in. She had not the gross mannerisms of her kind, but she wasn't delicate in any fashion either. "Come any closer to finding your item?" Came the inquire when fork rested upon the table to partake a drink of Meade to wash down the food already enjoyed. Crystalline blues would rise to set upon him as that fork was taken in hand. Focus would then turn back to her plate as she began to eat again.


The mixture of flavors with the cabbage, the pork, and the potatoes was everything he thought to be. He was half expecting his own tongue to reach out and slap him across the face. It was that d**n good! It was clear he had been hungry by the pace took. He spun some of the cabbage around the pork and stabbed it together before raising the fork upward. A glimpse of the slice of sugary goodness was taken and he anticipated it's taste. "I doubt he'll have to worry about leftovers if it ever reached the general public." He grinned before looking back down to his meal. Tobias noticed her etiquette in comparison to those within the Kiel. But, he did not question her on it. Not yet, anyway. "I've spoken with the clergy of the temple. They can reassure me it's here within the proximity of Kiel. Though, I've also been notified that others of darker intentions have taken an interest in it as well." A look to her
and then back down to his meal. The potatoes were next on the menu. Sliding it's golden construction across the juices of the pork before slipping it through into his mouth to be chewed and swallowed. "It unnerves me that I cannot sense it with myself being within the city itself." He reached for his tankard so that the liquid could wash down his meal and clear his throat a little better.

Light chuckle in response to leftovers. "Rarely are there leftovers around here. What's not consumed by people is fed to the wolves. What better way to gain their trust and loyalty than being the hand that bares free food?" Brow to rise as she peered up at him from beneath the veil of lashes, and the hint of a grin. Stabbing at the candied carrots, only a few rested upon her plate. These would be consumed in only two such actions. A larger portion of pork and chunks of cabbage is what filled her plate. It would be these than now held her forks direction. "Hmm ... really..." In response to the darker attentions to the item. "When it comes to power or wealth to be found, many will crawl from all levels of life to seek it out, or hire those to do the job to keep their hands clean." Another glance up at him. "..So sometimes darker intent is not that of the ones seeking, but the one they seek for." Slight shrug of shoulders. There would be a long bout of silence before she'd speak again; perhaps it was because of the food consumption. Or she was taking a Twix moment only in the form of pork and cabbage. Tankard lifted to drink from, which also had eyes to rise and settle upon him. "Perhaps its because it lies not in the city." Stated as if a casual observance, or thought to be shared. Another drink and her food would become the point of attention yet again.


Friend of the pack was she? There was a lot of talk of experiences that filtered from her in terms of philosophy and perspective. "True, but eventually you'll get bit. A wild animal is always unpredictable and trust is only distinguished within the pack itself. Hand outs become expected and when you least expect it... you pull back a nub." Says the man with the bleeding heart. Rather ironic. Tobias couldn't help but feel there was more to Kat than just the proprietor of the Stumble. Kiel had offered a lot of insight itself. People never being what they claimed to be and sometimes being even something worse. "I try not to think further than I must upon the thoughts of others. Seeking to understand their purpose and reasoning behind the action brings about a storm cloud. When it grows it becomes tougher to see through and your own goal becomes skewered with searching shelter from it. Yet, try as I might not to judge -- it comes." The silence was shared while he finished off his pork, cabbage, and potatoes. The carrots had been saved for last and he ate them one by one without a drink in between. “Like now for instance. There's this instinct in my soul that is just yelling at me that you're more than just an Inn Keeper. But, I prevent myself from assuming such matters only because I've no reason to disbelieve my eyes." Again, ironic. " That would be the obvious. But, why would the clergy tell me it is within the city... and it not is?" Now she had him searching internally for answers.


Light chuckle to sound and a pause of fork. "That is not just the philosophy of a wild animal, Tobias. It's the same with man...” Or woman, but she'd omit that part. Peering up at him and she couldn't help but to smirk slightly. Finishing off her meal, she'd then rest back upon her seat with that tankard in hand. Free hand rubbed her now full belly, tankard to presently rest atop the arm of chair. Eyes to settle upon him. "Sometimes in understanding another’s way of thinking, it helps in direction of any course taken. It lessens their ability of surprise and permits the learning of mundane practices. Never know when such can become useful in actions that take place in the future." Casually stated. His comment about her caused her to grin. "Well, your instincts would be correct, for I am. ..." Head tilted slightly. "... I'm also a hunter, a provider, and protector in a sense." On a broader scale than was being admitted to, but stated that it might be taken in a literal sense. It was then she seemed to form a contemplative look, with a slight pursing of lips in thought. A deep breath taken prior to speaking. "It could have been moved without their knowledge? Or perhaps someone has already found it and not letting it be known?" Just some scenarios to put out there. "Or perhaps it's being contained in a manner that it's not so easily sensed."


The exchange of verbose was adding to his palate of her. "Whoever makes a beast of themselves gets rid of the pain of being a man." He sighed lightly while absorbing everything she was telling him. His entire plate was cleared and he shuffled the piece of cake before him. "Regardless, pack mentality always has the advantage. Individually, I've got the strength to push through. Though, I've a feeling what I am up against isn't going to be very forgiving." Tobias knew how to read someone. Knew how to understand motif and react upon it when he absolutely had to. "I rely too much on my codes and dictations of honor. I only hope truth is all my ear can detect. Though, you and I both know that within the world we live in it is impossible. There is no peace without war just as their is no light without the dark." The corner of his lips shifted heavenward upon recognizing her grin. "Protector?" Slight tilt of his head followed. The subject shifted once more and he allowed his question to fall unanswered if she chose. "This is where you are going to laugh at me." He leaned back a moment allowing his back to rest against the chair. He hadn't forgotten about his cake. “Since we were on the topic of comprehending the intentions and logical designs of another. If I told you I thought the clergy was lying to me... what would you say then?" At this point he leaned forward. Ultramarine pools fastened to those crystalline blues. “What does your instinct tell you to do, Kat?” He specifically asked that question for a reason. He drove his fork into the chocolate cake to take the first bite. Yeah, talk about a sugar rush! It was hinting within the enlargement of pupils.


"Are we all not beast on some level? ... The only thing that separates us at times is the ability to speak." Tankard lifted to take a drink before it lowered, hand upon abdomen halted in motion to now simply rest there. "There is safety in numbers, but sometimes it's the lone wolf who prevails. Even if their purpose serves another, and there are codes attached to some, their actions they account only to themselves." Tankard again on the rise as she listened to him and she did not laugh. It would slowly lower as her eyes held his. "If such is your gut feeling, then perhaps there's truth in that. I'm sure the only reason you hold onto the thought it isn't true is because of who and what you are. Wouldn't that be the ultimate betrayal to someone like yourself?" A pause to let him consider it for a moment. "Maybe they are unsure of exactly where it is, but have an idea of the location. They feed you enough information to get you to seek what they desire, giving you the beginning of a path. Then leaving you to your own skills to find its true destination, to put your life on the line of ascertaining it so they don't their own. .. Or, perhaps, they've already paid too great of a price on their own and now use another that would be a lesser loss." Head to settle back against the chair, but her eyes never to leave his in their hold. "You could very well be the sacrificial lamb. It's not unheard of for men of the cloth to use others to tend to the diabolical schemes. They are still men after all, and can be taunted with wants of power or wealth."


"Some of us more so than others.” He allowed that topic to die down with that soft-spoken declaration. Once more she managed to captivate his thoughts with her own view points. "As the days go on that I spend within this city I watch what I believe in and the faith established by such dwindle. The ultimate betrayal would lie in the knife within my hand. Man has always been their own undoing. I'm not blind to it despite how much I wish to be some days." He started consuming the cake once again. Then, he shot it down his throat with a swallow of his drink." Through impressions unknown to me I feel like I've told you more than you should know. Yet, for whatever reason I continue to speak of this as if it you were a shield brother." There was a light shrug before casting his gaze onto the fire. "I know not their purpose or reasoning. I simply follow until I come to a wall." The mention of being a sacrificial lamb had a moment of intensity shoot across his visage. "Then, that would mean their Gods do not exist... and I am following a blind religion." His hand to his chin came and he closed his eyes. "What does one do when the very foundations of their life tremble; threatening to shatter the very fabric of reality that they stand on?"


When he made the first comment, she looked at him long and hard. Something tinged at the back of her mind, but she'd speak about it not; not now anyways. She listened as he spoke, the tankard to rise and finish off the Meade it contained before being placed upon the table. Both hands now folded over her abdomen as she watched him as he spoke. "Greed is a powerful thing; it causes destruction on many levels." Head to tilt slightly to the right as if to rest upon the slight outing of the winged back. "Its not that their Gods don't exist, in the beginning, they could very well have believed in their purpose and cause. Over time, temptation leads good men to do bad things. Innocents is destroyed in much he same manner. Something transpires to lead one to change, perhaps to turn from light to darkness, or reside within the area considered gray." There was a bit of conviction to those words, perhaps a bitter edge to that tone and her eyes would divert at this point to gaze upon the fire. "You evolve!" In response to his last question. "You learn from it, embrace it, and open your eyes to the truth." A glance in his direction. "Illusions are a wonderful thing, Tobias, but they can't and don't last forever. Foundations crumble over time; nothing is indestructible, no matter how much we try to believe they are."


Greed; the ultimate corruption. The lives of so many millions decimated by the carnivorous characteristic. Tobias nodded to Kat indicating that he understood her statement to it's fullest degree. He couldn't debate it nor would he try. "I cannot see how one who had put so much work, faith, and blood into something could turn their back on it? You'd think that such motivations would keep them from covering their faces when the moment those trials and tribulations challenged them." There was irritation slipping within his visage. Not because of her but because of the reality of the subject and how it stung. “No one is invincible. But, temptation is the edge of ruin. I'm certain many men of come to touch you and caress you in the ways they shouldn't have. While the thought is indeed there; I can stop myself." So, he says anyway. "And, even so you'd imagine that the allurement would be enough to have those very men and those very women turn their heads to prevent looking into the eyes of Medusa." However, Kat had proven to be all the wiser again. d**n her and her logic! “If life is nothing but illusions then what I do believe in? The circumstance for someone like myself becomes a double-edged sword. Do I follow the faith of my power and mind... or, do I bend to the will of my heart and forge it's claim?" At this point he began to smile as a particular thought had touched his mind. "I've asked you a hundred questions tonight out of curiosity and the desire to see from another’s perspective. But, now one truly looms: How many life times have you lived?" He finished off his cake upon his inquire and then sat back with his tankard in hand.

She began to chuckle, it couldn't be helped. "So you think me to be a woman who's easily accessible?" Just speaking her thought had her laughing again and a slow shake of her head. "So wrong you are there." If he only knew the truth he might fall out of his seat, and perhaps laughing at that. "Temptations are on many levels, it depends on the want of the individual, or something they got a taste of and desire more." Her head to turn as she gazed upon him fully once more. "There are those who are able to turn their head, but there are those who are beguiled and unable to draw their eyes away. Is not proof in the stones that stand in testament to that fact?" A slight shrug and focus would turn back upon the fire. "Is your faith that in which is depicted by other men, or in your own belief? ... Do you follow the herder like a sheep? Or are you capable of free thinking?" Glance over at him. "If you chose to base your belief on man, then you failed before you began. Conviction begins in your heart, not your mind. If you let them shatter your belief, then you're no better than they are, because you let something other than yourself chose what you believe. Even the Gods have no control over men’s actions; they simply make them pay for their choices in life when they die. For those us Norse, the ultimate goal is to walk the halls of Valhalla, but not all are bestowed such greatness. Instead of raising a mug of Meade with our fallen fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters of ancestry, we walk the halls of shame where all turn their backs upon those condemned." Another shrug of shoulders. "You have to choose what you really believe, in your Gods and your purpose, or the path that others set for you. In the end, it's you who pays the price for actions taken in life." Looking back to the fire as she contemplated his last question. "I've died many times over in
this lifetime, I can't say how many times I've truly lived."


That was his sign that he was growing a little tired. He had not intended on her interpreting him in that direction and upon repeating the earlier thought had him nearly face palming. “My direction of thought wasn't meant to be taken by means of you being easily accessible. I could only wish." He smirked keeping the manner light. "I simply implied that I'm positive many men think in that manner. They desire you and want you. Whether you give them that satisfaction is your business. For all I know you've got all their hearts bottled in jars in your kitchen." She took him off in another line of thought and he pondered upon it before answering. " I was born shortly after the first breathe of man. It is their directives and motivations that inspire me to remain near, my curiosity that follows their orders, but my heart is truly my own." That was a fact. "It just disappointments when someone who claims a position of authority used that power for their own personal benefit when it is intended to guide and help accelerate the lives being held within their hands. " The description of the legendary Hall of the Slain had him on the listening end once more. " Heaven is interpreted in so many different ways around the world. But, I've never truly thought about it. My entire purpose for becoming a Paladin was to be that extra hand that someone needed so they could pull themselves out of the lake and take a deep inhale of fresh air. One of the few who could claim righteousness by it's true nature and disrupt the tyranny that many have used it to hide behind." He looked upon her as she answered his question. “What does it take for you to truly live, Kat?” Yeah, he went there! Liquid swam down his throat upon taking a swig and then his eyes locked onto her once more.

She'd not further on the first, realizing she had misinterpreted, and best to let that sleeping dog lie. It would be his next response that had her attention intent upon him. "Borne as in the literal sense or the cause you follow?" A need for clarification there, for it could be taken several ways. "Life is full of disappointments, Tobias. Only the naive and innocent can view it as all roses and daisies. As long as you believe, that's what matters. If they fall from the path, then that's their destiny they'll eventually face in the end. You at least have reserved your seat at the great dining hall." Putting it in perspective of her own belief. "You do what you feel is right, just like everyone else does. Not all may view it in the same light as their own way, but it's what it is." Slow roll of shoulders and she'd rise to collect her tankard, a hand extended to take his as well to refill it. That was when he asked his last question as she stood there and met his gaze. "I stopped living long ago. I simply survive and play my part in the games of men." If he gave her that tankard, she'd carry it with hers behind the bar to refill it.


Now the question came: should he reveal his age or allow her to engage it the way she chose to. “The cause I follow only came later. There was no need for Paladins during the age of Dragons. Just the communication of Voice and the art of maw and claw." Life was full of disappointment; he knew it. All too well. Yet, to this day it had not deterred him from what he felt was his rightful purpose. "You think so? The idea behind it is much more of a relief than spending eternity in an abyssal darkness. Imagine how uneventful that'd be" He smirked as he continued to listen. " I wouldn't necessarily say like everyone else. Some of the beasts simply feed off the anguish of another. Enjoying what torment they can bestow on someone less fortunate. It is there where my place is; between them." He took his tankard to be refilled and he watched her as she trekked that way. " You've an iced heart and yet somehow I get this portrayal of it not being entirely true. I doubt you suffer from any sort of fear or nightmare. "Just an observation." Whatever the case maybe I don't think you're quite done 'living' yet." He seemed oddly intrigued by his statement.

His response was answer enough, which meant he was much like her sister; even though her sister and she were not of the same blood. Filling the two tankards, one with ale and Meade, she'd slowly make her way around the bar and back to where he sat. Handing over his tankard, she'd await till it was in his hand before she'd move to reclaim her seat. Once settled it was only then she'd finally speak. "That's why I said, each have their own reasons, purpose and eventual belief. It's called personal choice, and you have to be prepared to face the end with the choices made. Some paths are by choice, some are forged through actions of others that detours them. Some paths are simple, whilst others are more complicated and complex." Head to rest back against the chair as she gazed into the fire. "Just like there are those who lead, those who follow, and those who walk alone. We chose what we do, and as much as we would like to blame others for our downfalls and bad decisions, in the end we have only ourselves to hold accountable." Looking over at him. "No, there is little I fear and I don't suffer from any infliction. And I have my bouts of feeling alive, with purpose." It was then she'd chuckle and look back towards the fire. "I'd say I've become more complacent than anything, and not in a bad way. I don't make excuses for my life, nor seek pity. I care little of what others think, and put no thought into them. I do what I want, when I want, and if it makes me feel good. I've learned the truth and lies of life and see them for what they are. If that is considered an heart of ice, then with pride I accept that title."


Tobias leaned upon her approach so he could claim his ale. Upon leaning back he lifted the tankard to the edge of his lips and tipped it back. She further clarified and concreted the philosophy shared between them. “Nothing in this life ever seems simple or easy.” He laughed at the thought and removed some more from the tankard. “I’ve no qualms sharing the loads of another and bearing their weights. I seek no payment nor reward from them, either. Yet, the moment we step off kilter I'm the one at fault. I know how it goes." Again, he laughed and his memory recalled a few instances. However, as she continued he caught a few lines that inspired a fuller smile. “You’ve put effort in sharing your thoughts and ideals with me two evenings now. Am I not classified as 'others'?" He couldn't help but allow his lopsided grin to fasten to his features. "I wouldn't necessarily refer that to the same heart of ice as I had. Nordic gives you that advantage." More ale was consumed. "I'm simply saying that for one assumingly so cold; the element around your shoulder seems awfully warm." Attention drifted toward the fire. "I'll be heading up to rest soon. So, you'll be free of my ridiculous questions and silly philosophies shortly." Reassuring her the torture is almost over for her.

That had her chuckling again. "Yes, you would fit in the category of others. Sharing thoughts and words isn't the same as sharing something more tangible and on a deeper level." Tankard lifted to take several drinks before she'd lower it to gaze upon him in full. "Some say keep friends close and enemies closer. But what if you didn't have any friends or their numbers were few? Does that make all others enemies, or a friend yet known?" Brow to rise as she'd grin slightly. "Perhaps its because you speak so freely to me, that I feel I'm able to do the same in return; to a degree." A bit of a shift upon her seat. "It's because I'm sitting before a fire and properly dressed for warmth." A bit uncomfortable in being viewed as something other than a cold hearted? Perhaps. His last comment had her chuckling again. "Ridiculous?" Slow shake of her head. "On the contrary. I find it interesting to say the least. Even those of us who live in frigid conditions enjoy the warmth of company once in awhile. Keeps me on a level of civility in an uncivil world." Referring to the area around her. "Never know, by accident you may learn some shocking truths." Playful wink in his direction. "But you did say you intended to extend your stay, so I think there may be more than just this night to be spent in banter and philosophizing, yes?"


While he could continue to dissect her thoughts on the subject matter of 'others' he decided it best not to. Though, the second half to that little segment had him thinking. “Well, that's when you know you've reached that gray area we were chatting about earlier. The problem lies in the fact most people are color blind." A light hearted grin slowly dissipated into a smile while he listened. “To a degree; of course. You already know I'm not one for requesting more than what I am giving." Then, she pointed out the rather obvious and he was laughing lightly. "I'd have never guessed." Yeah, that smile wasn't fading any time soon. Not with the level of conversation being exchanged anyway. "You have a sick sense of humor, Kat." Lifting his tankard upward for an additional sip. "I commend you for it." In terms of enjoying his company. "Shocking truths? I suppose that depends on how much of an illusion I have before me, no?" Those eyes sought her own out as she caught him with a playful wink. "Wait? Is that a bit of anxiousness I hear?" Canting his head lightly as if he had heard her right? However, his expression become slightly more serious in conjunction to the subject of business. "That is my intentions. The banter and philosophizing with said company is an added bonus. You're coin will be given to your help if I do not see you during the hours of the rising sun." Obviously, he didn't have his coin pouch with him or he'd have given the payment then.

"I see colors quite vividly." In response to that gray area. Then she was chuckling. "Sick? ... Yeah, I've been told I am a bit raw at times, but most state more brutal. I blame heritage." Going back to their earlier conversation of putting blame on something or someone else, but she was chuckling when she said it. Head tilted slightly and now she'd grin. "Who said the illusion is just yours to uncloak? hmm?" Teasing lilt to her tone. Then to the question of being anxious, she had to chuckle again. "Maybe hopeful, but don't put more into that than the enjoyment of banter over a shared meal. I lock my door at night!" That was a definite tease, she knew she didn't have to worry about him, he was a Paladin after all and they didn't change their spots. "Radulfr is always here when I'm not and tends to many of the business tasks. He will also see to any replacements needed in your room, just leave him a list of what's needed." Tankard lifted and she'd polish off the contents before setting in the table before her. It was then she looked up at him. "Perhaps next time we speak, you'll tell me more of this item in which you seek. I have no interest in going after it, but it does make for a good tale and I do enjoy those." As if he was telling her a fairy tale before she went to bed.


He just couldn't win, could he? The woman was good at what she did in many terms of the word. “I wasn't so sure you were interested. I suppose I will need to add more intrigued to keep you guessing what is behind the veil of mystique." As if the Paladin had any real mystery behind him anyway. However, her next statement had him laughing and then shaking his head. “And you have a key to mine. I feel real safe." He had attempted to say that with a straight face. But, you can bet your top dollar that didn't happen! Then, their conversation veered toward Radulfr. "I'll be sure to do that if I happen to need anything." His own ale was finished off and at this point he stood to his feet. "If you'd have asked just a bit sooner I could've told you some of it's tale. But, it's just going to have to wait till the next time." Smiling all the while. He looked directly at her at that moment. "The epitome of temptation; it has been a pleasure no doubt. The food was marvelous and the conversation profoundly fulfilling." He took a step back and offered a light bow to her. "Until we have the honors once more -- I bid you good evening and sweet dreams, Kat." He straightened himself out and then he started to head up the stairs to his room. Meditation was in order.

A smirk to appear upon her lips as her eyes followed his rising. "I'd only use that key if I got scared in the night and sought consoling or a sense of being safe." Adding to that tease and after it was said she'd chuckle again. "Surely a man of your caliber wouldn't take advantage of a helpless woman." Just the comment was laughable in and of itself. "Ahhh, but to center a conversation on one thing, doesn't allow for the unveiling that takes place." Slowly she'd rise from her seat. "But it does give cause to look forward to the next meeting, for tales being told that is." It was then she smiled, not something done often, but at the moment it was in true form. "A pleasure indeed and a nice respite from the norm. A sound sleep I wish for you, and may your dreams be sweet as well." Forward tip of her head to his bow. "Good night Tobias." She'd watch as he moved to head to his room, and once out of sight, she'd set to the task of clearing their dinner dishes and retiring to the kitchen to help Radulfr.

[Ekaterina]

Unseasonably warm had been the weather as of late, and thus brought the early spring storms that usually came later in the season. The fresh scent of the wilderness now wafted upon the gentle breeze that flowed, in the wake of the latest bout of storms that recently passed. Chill of damp air to meet the warmth of ground, creating the dense fog that hovered over the ground, and at times would make visualization of roadways near impossible. The main road that leads into the Port of Kiel would be along that which the welcoming glow of light could be seen off in the distance. Set back quite some ways, but yet close enough that a traveler could see the light, would rest the quaint two stories Inne off in the distance. No sounds to be heard beyond that of the creatures of the night that stirred with the rains passing. Although shadows of movement could be noted through the windows. Several rooms were rented out, however the patrons were still sound asleep, and the movement came from the tender, Radulfr and the Norse with whom company was being kept. It was time for her morning meal and this was being enjoyed before the warmth of the hearth, that the man was presently tending to while she consumed her breakfast and enjoyed the stout brew of rich coffee.


Common sense would have had the girl stop hours ago; before storm started up...misfortune of ignorance cost her to ride the spring rain out perched beneath meager cover. Of course even when the storm broke traveling didn’t get much easier. Pace came to a near crawl thanks to the fact that the girl was trudging about bare foot, little concern had been given to footwear since the day had started out on the beach and now she was paying for it. But there was a silver lining to the day that never seemed to end... a light at the end of the tunnel? Or from some city not to far off. Better yet that Inn came to view and with a renewed vigor the girl started towards it. Hands set to the door and a gentle push was given to it, just enough to let that lithe girl slip in. At all of five feet three inches tall and on her best days capable of tipping the scales past a hundred and five pounds it was anyone’s guess how she hadn't been snatched up by one of the beasties that went bump in the night. Attire certainly wasn't suited for any sort of extended traveling either, thin silks two flaps were strung together by a strand of tarnished gold that Chain that hung from the girls hips. A top was little better than a square patch that served to keep the girl modest but cover little else, it too was held in place by tarnished gold chain, two lengths from the bottom of each corner wrapped around to meet at the small of the girls back while two from the top criss-crossed over flesh and clipped into the thin D-ring attached to the leather collar, it was one of Krix's favorite outfits on the girl and would have Been perfect if she kept to the beach...at least she was inside now for what it mattered. Bare feet still caked in mud from travels fell with that soft pitter patter as the girl ventured in further. Doe brown eyes darted around the Inn before the girl sighed out in content...at least for now it was over.

When the door opened, the Norse would pause in the partaking of her meal to glance up in its direction. Radulfr would move from the fire to take his place behind the bar. She was about to return attention back to her meal, until the state of dress of the woman registered in her mind. This had those icy shards of crystalline blues to fix upon her, and brows to furrow slightly. Had another slave trader lost one of his concubines from his ship or holding pens, and she managed to make it from the city to here? Such would be her thought. Across from her on the other side of the table laden with food, was another winged back chair that sat before the warmth of the fire. Knowing how many of the slavers mistreated their product, not that she genuinely cared, would be that which spurned her next actions as a hand motioned to the chair across from her. "Better sit before the fire or you'll catch your death from cold." Came the calm tone of voice to address the woman. A glance then to Radulfr. "Another setting and mug of brew." This set the man into motion before her attention returned to the newly entered.

Through the haze of mist hanging in the air, a tall figure walked down the path towards the small establishment in the distance...his leather boots crunched softly upon the gravel beneath his tall frame, as he walked with the air of a man who was accustomed to having his path clear when he walked. His thumbs were both hooked upon the sword belt that hung low across his hips binding a slender gladius to his waist. His face was weather worn, his skin carrying distinct characteristics of a man who spent a great deal of time outdoors and in the direct light of the sun. He simple clothes, a black and gray tunic that while not splendid was new, and a pair of leather britches that matched the hue of the tunic. His face was partially concealed beneath the locks of his black mane tumbling forward to conceal his brow, shielding his pale gray eyes as they danced within their sockets ever watchful of the world around him at all times. He made his way to the door and raised his left hand to push it aside gently, darkening the doorway as his eyes panned the interior of the Inn

It did not take long for those doe brow eyes to settle on the dance and flicker of flames, course was altered even before the offer was made, when words came the girl paused mid step and gaze turned for the source...better fortune already! That Cheshire grin showed itself and all to girlish giggle was had "Oh no, Mistress would not be happy at all if her girl fell ill." Sheepish shrug of the shoulders before she continued on, that chair across the woman was far to inviting to leave alone and Huriva was all to happy to get off her feet if even for just a short while. No fan fare was given when that lithe form plopped down opposite the woman. Restraint had to be taken from keeping way ward hands to herself and leave the woman’s meal be, it was rude just to help yourself to another’s plate right? At least that’s what Marila always said. There were certainly more important matters at hand than filling an empty belly though "Maybe...no, surely you know where Huriva is, yes? You can even help her get back by pointing her in the right direction right?"

So the woman was owned, and from the comment made, and was not a lost treasure of some slaver; whom she might have assumed the next entrant to be. Though the term would be enough to announce the owner was female, and hence remove such a suspicion from the Nordic woman's mind. Crystalline blues would rest upon the man whom entered, that was until the scantily clad fem claimed the chair and then after spoke. As for food, she didn't have to wait long before Radulfr was putting a piled plate of sliced fried potatoes and onions, a slab of salted pork grilled on each side and pile of scrambled eggs with the accompaniment of a sweet roll. "I've never heard of a city or village named Huriva. You're about five miles from the Port of Kiel." Then attention would turn upon the male. "If you'd like to partake of the morning meal, simply pull up a seat." Indicating the table that she and the woman occupied before the warming blaze of the hearth. Radulfr returned back to the bar, either ready to head into the kitchen to fetch another setting, or serve the newly entered at the bar if he refused the meal offer.

Ryu stood rooted in his place for a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust to the change of light inside the Inn; it was more of a habit by this time but old habits died hard. The features of his face were sharp the line of his jaw square and from the look of his nose it had been broken more than once. His eyes trailed from the smaller woman darting away from the doorway, to the one who regarded him when he entered. His head dipped slightly as he spoke in a sharply raspy voice “Eggs and Coffee would be nice if you have it.” Once his eyes had adjusted he walked inside, drawing up a chair, he unbuckled his sword and placed it on the table with the hilt facing him and then sat down with his back to a wall. Another old habit, his eyes trailing once again over the slave sitting at the table, and then the woman who seemed to be the owner “Morning.”

There was that little grin again along with another fit of giggles when the woman spoke, so tickled with the misunderstanding it took a second or two before she was able to bring herself to words again "No silly! This girl is Huriva" Index extended and pointed upward at herself "She needs to get back to the Witchfire...to Mistress. She's going to be sore enough at Huriva for being gone this long." Of course the girl wasn’t ready to dart off into the night just yet; Krix's wrath would be much worse if she went and found herself dead. Food came just in time, gaze turned to the male who set the plate down but quickly dropped to the spread of food...it had Been a very long day since she'd last eaten anything but there was no piggish rush into the offering. Index finger extended again and poked at the cut of pork and bottom lip stuck out in a bit of a pout "Um, is...is there maybe some fruit?" The girl wasn't going to turn her nose up to the sweet roll of course and quickly snatched it off the plate and set to nibbling on it

The Norse was adorned in clothing fashioned from dyed deer skin. Midnight hue coloration of leather vest like top, laced from top to bottom where buttons normally would be, and matched the pants with legs tucked neatly into the top of same hued soft leather boots, the tops ending just below the knee. Though lackluster the surfaces, top of daggers hilts would be noticed rising just above the edge of said boots, and strapped to the top of thighs. Long, thick flaxen mane left to fall freely over shoulders and flowDown her back, intermixed with the tiny braids that ran about the crown of head; as was the way of her heritage. "Morning." In return to the mans greeting, then attention to Radulfr as she offered a nod that set the man in motion to fix the mans request. The woman’s words had those icy shards of blue fix upon the slave, as expressionless as the stoic features of chiseled face. Evident she didn't find the humor the woman seemed to. "You're about a days travel distance from the place you seek." Mildly familiar with the place, having passed through there a few times. She'd look to the plate before the woman and then back up to her. "You have a problem with free food?" It was more a statement than a question. "Perhaps you can find such when you return to your Mistress if you have a problem with a mans hard work." Her tone wasn't harsh or threatening in any sense, but calm and cool and spoken softly. Soon Radulfr would return to set a plate before the man, piled high with scrambled eggs and two sweet rolls, along with a steaming mug of coffee before he'd return to the task of tending to the fire.

Ryu sat in place, listening idly to the exchange between the two women, in the meantime his mind was already in a grind taking in their visual cues and forming a dispassionate calculation of the two women...It was not something he did consciously anymore, it was a part of which he was after all these years. His hands rested upon their palms atop the table as his pale eyes, hued after storm clouds trailed from the Free Woman to the slave. He was all even for a male, standing almost 6 inches above the average height. The tunic he wore hung loosely upon this torso, giving the cues of a body which was accustomed to strain and stress, his muscles were not chiseled for visual appeal but rather dense and hard, trained in the field and formed through the Wars. When his head moved side to side, the light struck a long healed scar that ran from ear to ear along the surface of his throat, from the look of it, it had slashed his throat wide open when he'd been gifted the wound, and it was probably the reason for the rasp in his voice. He tilted his head slightly to the man who brought the food, and he grabbed a fork diving into the food as only soldiers did with discipline and speed he shoveled the eggs into his mouth...stopping to wash it down with the coffee and a bite of the rolls

It was all to obvious that she was the only one who found humor in her little quip, the stoic response was enough to take the wind out of her sails and certainly settle her down a bit. But it didn't dissuade her from the meal at hand. Another few small bites were taken from the roll before it was dropped back to the plate...despite the lack of enthusiasm from the hostess she at least had her answer if only shy of a correct bearing to head. "Well, can you tell Huriva which way? And... Can she stay here for a little while?" It wasn't like she was asking for a room or anything, just a chance to stay in out of the elements. The retort about her requested menu change prompted that pouting bottom lip again "But...all food is free. This Girl just prefers things that were...less alive." It didn’t seem likely that the girl was going to have any other choice then what was in front of her, the roll was plucked back up and given a once over before attention was turned to the males plate "Hey! He got two...can Huriva have two?" Maybe it was a bit greedy but at the moment it seemed like her only viable option for breakfast.

The Norse was a contradiction in several ways. She handled herself with a regal nature, her actions flowed in motion and the way she sat was proper without being rigid in form. That was the end of subtle qualities beyond the obvious curvature of feminine form; proportionate to statue of only five six. Arms were toned without the over exaggeration of muscular form, enough to show the woman wasn't a stranger to hard work. Attention was still upon the woman for the moment. "The road runs north and south ... you want to head south. North will take you into the city, and in your state of dress, I assure you won't fare well there." It was a port city after all, and there would be many who would swipe the woman up to sell her on a distant shore. Then again she made a comment about the food. It was without warning that she'd take her fork, reach over the table and stab it into the slab of pork. She'd remove it from the woman’s plate and put it upon her own. "Unless you have a problem with potatoes and eggs, give thanks for what you got. And all food is anything but free!" Resting back upon her seat once the she finished such actions. A glance towards the man. "At least its nice to see someone appreciates Raludfrs hard work." The slab of meat would be cut with her fork and she'd take a bite of it to slowly chew and savor.

His head was bowed, and his body hunched forward slightly, his hand moved with an almost robotic motion shoveling eggs up and into his mouth, add to that a bite of the roll and them a coffee. Rinse and Repeat. In the service meals were valued, because one never knew when you're next meal would be it was something that had stuck with him, along with many other things. He went through the meal in record time, and pushed the plate slightly away from him, taking a last drink of the coffee before he motioned to the man who'd brought him the food “Thank you. Another Coffee.” His words were short, and clipped at the tail as if he was unaccustomed to speaking often and as a result did not quite possess the polish that others did. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned back in the chair, his ears still picking up the bits of conversation between the women...now that his stomach was full he watched the show before him with a slightly tilted head. His right hand rose to push back the mop of black hair combing it back easily across the top of his head as he leaned back in his chair

And now she at least knew where to go, though the regard to her state of dress did have the girls mind going with another series of questions it was decided best not to ask, lest she wear out her welcome to quickly. Though the questions went unasked the girl was till more than happy to sulk, even slouched down just a little further into her chair. The roll was dropped back to the plate after the woman saw to the removal of that slab of pork another poke was given to the portion fried potatoes then a quick jab at the eggs "No, Huriva has eaten them before." At least these ones weren't burnt or boiled to death with that awful fish that Krix enjoyed so much. "Of course food is free; you just have to go back into a kitchen and its there!" That naiveté was probably all to obvious about how just things worked, another little huff was given to the comment that probably was made as a general statement and not directed at her, that roll was snatched up the plate and the half eaten thing was waved at the man behind the bar "Huriva Appreciates it! The eggs aren't even burnt!"

A kettle would be carried to the table, refilling not only the mans mug, but that of the Norse as well before he collected the mans setting and returned to the kitchen. The woman’s comment about the food just had her pause in eating her meal to glance across the table at her. She'd not make a response, or indulge in an argument over the cost of provisions and the like. The last comment would gain a hinted snicker from the Norse and a glance in Raludfr's direction that was standing with a toothy grin to the woman’s response. Slow shake of her head and she'd continue to partake of her meal to its completion. The plate pushed away as the mug was taken in hand and she'd settle back to sip on the coffee before speaking again. "Now that the sun rises, the rains should be moving out." Dawn had arrived and the light of the rising sun was setting the fog outside to dully glow. The higher the sun got, the thinner the banks of rolling moisture would get until it would dissipate with the full light of day.

Ryu would finish his coffee and then stood with a nod of his head to the two women engaged in conversation. “Thank you for the food and coffee.” He would then set several coins upon the table before collecting his sword. A nod to the man who had been serving them, he then turned and made his way back out the very door which he entered. Looking up at the sky, then to the area seeing the fog was slowly lifting. Booted feet were soon in motion as he continued his journey.

Hopefully any bad feelings were warded off with words aimed at the cook. And with the other male dismissing himself to go do...who knows what it left the slave and the other. So what else was there besides small talk, a quick glance over her shoulder to one of those large windows caught sight of the rising sun and all at once the smile that had slipped away returned...even that jovial tone was back in the girls voice when she turned back to face the other. "Look, look! The sun is coming up again! Its so much better than those endless days of snow and cold." That little tsking noise was made, thumb and forefinger plucked up one of those slices of potato and in much the same fashion nibbled at it. Pausing between bites just long enough to speak up again "You've been to Mistress's Inn before? Huriva doesn’t remember you."

A nod directed towards the man as he prepared to depart. “Safe travels.” Offered as he moved towards the door and soon after to depart. Mug lifted to sip from as she peered over its top at the woman, then it lowered. "I've been by it, not in it. I make it a point to learn of the areas surrounding here." Coffee to be held between her hands and rest atop her lap. "The question is how did you come to be here? So far from your home and alone." Brow to rise. "It doesn’t sound like you're running away from anything or anyone."

That bite of potato was polished off and fingers were wiped clean on the naked flesh of her thigh. That bottom lip was captured between pearly whites and given a little nibble, but it was just as soon released when another fit of giggles hit her "No no, why would Huriva run away? What purpose would that serve...she just wanted to go down to the beach? Now that the snow is gone she can go outside again, mistress wasn’t around to ask though...but Huriva went out anyways...It was just gonna be real quick, but she got lost on the trail down to the sand. She thought if she kept walking the Inn would be just around the next bend...it wasn’t. Then it started to rain! But the rain stopped so she started walking again and ended up here." The story was rife with rambling tones one might expect from a long winded child going on about their adventures

Child like in nature the woman seemed to be, but the Norse could see she was anything but a child. It was why she didn't treat the woman as such. "You're lucky you came by here and not into the city, as I said earlier. There are those who would care little you belong to another and would have collected you in the same way they would some bobble to sell in a distant market." Stated prior to taking another sip of that coffee.

The frown was back again at the thought of someone so carelessly snatching up property that didn’t belong to them "Well, its very good that Huriva didn’t keep walking towards the light then...a very good thing! Mistress would be very angry if someone took what wasn't theirs. People can be so rude sometimes..." The plate still mostly untouched was slid towards the woman who seemed happy to help herself to the bit of unwanted pork "It is very nice of you to let Huriva stay here where it is safe, even for just a little while so she can rest."

"People claim the property of others all the time. Some will even kill to get what they want." Said as if talking about the weather. Icy blues shifted to the plate, then back to the woman; but nothing to be said. Radulfr would come along and clean the dishes from the table, including the plate of untouched food. It would be fed to the pack of wolves that hung around at the wood lines behind the Inne. "It's what this place is for, the road weary to rest in their travels. It offers quiet where the establishments along the Port do not." A glance towards Radulfr and a nod of her head in thanks, then attention was back upon the woman.

"Well, someone would be very foolish to try and harm Mistress...nothing can hurt her. She would cut anyone down if they tried to harm Huriva." Earnestly it probably wasn’t out of care or concern for the girl, simply protecting what was viewed as hers. Of course when the male returned a little wave was offered to him "It was good, really!" It was a feigned attempt not to insult since she had barely touched the offering "Especially the roll!" Cunning girl, was she dropping hints, a subtle attempt to get him to bring her another?

That would cause her to smirk a bit. "Does your Mistress know where you are? Did you inform her of what direction you traveled in case something might happen to you?" Did that drive her point to home as to the position the woman had put herself in? Radulfr would look to the woman and offer a wink, and when he returned to the kitchen he wouldn't be seen again. She hadn't touched her food so he didn't give a thought of bringing her anything else; figuring she was full.

"No, of course not! If mistress knew she would be here with Huriva...or Huriva wouldn't be lost." It took a minute but the intent of the comment finally sank in "Oh" It was the only response she could muster but it certainly hit home with the girl and got her to sink a little lower in her chair. "Well then...it is just a good thing that this girl is here and not there. But if that town is so bad, why do people go there? Shouldn’t they just stay here where its safe?"

Seeing reality dawn upon the woman, she'd just offer a slight nod and the sound of ... "Mmhmm" Again the mug on the rise to take a slow savoring sip of the flavorful brew. The mug to lower before she'd again speak. "It's a port city that caters to all walks of life due to trade and passage of ships. There are good people who live there too, but few would go out of their way to protect a slave. Especially with all the slavers that transfer their goods there."

It sounded far to reminiscent of a past she'd happily rid herself of, and certainly like nothing she wanted to risk running into again "You told this girl to go north then...no South! Yes...it was south to make sure she didn’t go to that bad city. But roads can be bad too sometimes, if people are coming from or going to the city...is there a way to get back home, like on a path that isn't heavily traveled? It would be very bad to make it almost home only to run into one of those bad people."

"Yes, head south." She'd even point in the direction for the woman to take once she chose to leave. It was then she'd slowly shake her head. "Wouldn't matter which way you traveled during the day. By road or to follow the beach. Ships and boats travel the coast that could easily see you and collect you along the way, or by horse or wagon. There are ways through the forest, if you know which way to travel; it's not a set path with a clear direction. "

"It sounds like Huriva should very well stay here then, until tonight. Just to make sure she is safe. Maybe there is somewhere she can sleep? Oh! And a bath!" The girl certainly wasn’t one for roughing it and she'd already been longer than she cared to go without soaking in oils and the like...the state of those dirty feet caked in dried mud would be enough to speak to that. Despite the girls worldly knowledge she knew very well that certain things just weren’t done for free. "Huriva can even bring coins back from Mistress, once she gets home of course...she's very sure that Mistress would be very happy that her property was well taken care of."

She was about to take another sip of her coffee when the woman spoke up about remaining till the coming of night and the askance of a room and a bath? She just stared at her for a moment and a slow deep intake of breath that was released in a like manner. "There's a public bath upstairs you can use, though I would suggest not being idle. Once those who are renting rooms begin to rise you'll find you have no privacy. And they're all men staying here so far, alone." Did she get the drift of her statement? The cup set upon the table and she'd stand to her full height with a bit of a stretch. Turning she'd head to the bar and behind it to rummage beneath the counter. Returning to the table she'd set a key upon it. "There's a small room at the end of the west wing..." She'd point towards the stairs and then indicate a left to be made at its top. "First door on your right, you can use that. It'll cost your Mistress a silver for the provisions being offered."

Delicate features twisted into a little grimace at the offer, a public bath! No, no, no, that just wouldn't serve her cause at all, especially for one who liked to lounge about for long periods of time. She was familiar with the accommodations of the Witchfire who also boasted a public bath as well as a separate area both in Krix's room and in the master suite of the Inn...hell the girl had already pushed her luck this far what was the harm in going further? "There is only a public bath? Nothing else...with oils and soaps?" Ever hopeful was the spoiled slave that her precious time would have to be rushed along lest she be the peep show for a mass of lonely men who might be the very same sort from the city she was trying to avoid. The key that was set in front of her was lifted and given a once over before attention returned to the woman "Mistress has lots of coins, she probably wouldn’t notice if more than one was missing..." An attempt of bribery? Sure why not.

A smirk to form upon the Nordic woman's lips. "There are places along the docks that provide such provisions, but at more than just a cost of coin to your Mistress. You'll be expected to perform favors in return for lavish treatment of the likes." A brow to rise. "The rooms that have a private bath here are all rented. Would you like me to knock on their door and ask if you could use their paid services? I'm sure they too would expect something from you in return."

The grimace certainly didn’t fade any, it seemed if she wanted soaps and oils it was going to have her risk a trip to the city and that was already off the table "Maybe...well, maybe you could just tell Huriva when they leave their rooms. It would serve you better to see her safe and not have her venture into the city." A way to protect her investment and make sure she got paid? "If Huriva has to go all the way to the city she might not make it back to Mistress to get your coins...a few of them, she can even get one of the gold ones too!" Monetary values had little bearing with the girl; to her it was just a big pile of shiny coins few if anyone kept tabs on.

"I have no way of knowing when they leave their rooms, and I have things to attend to down here and not the time to stand guard over someone wanting to bathe." The Norse was no guard, nor did she care about someone else’s property. The woman was on her own, the Nordic woman had already stepped beyond her norm in assisting her so far. "You have your choices; it's up to you what you do now. Stay and use the provisions I offer, or take your chance in the city and those who frequent the docks." Pretty cut and dried in her eyes. The mug would be reclaimed from the tables’ surface and she'd head back to the bar and then behind it to gain a refill of the heated brew.

So much for her offer, the key was dropped back to the table top and arms crossed over perky swells and a little huff was given "Fine, Huriva will just have to go without her bath." She felt dirty just saying it, not that it mattered. Her sulking wasn’t long, worse then Krix finding the girl in need of coin to pay off a debt was hearing that she'd been rude to someone willing to shelter her. "T-thank you...Huriva will just stay here. There are many others that are staying here?" It always served a purpose to find out as much information as one could after all.

The huff and verbal temper tantrum only caused the Norse to softly chuckle. Looking over her shoulder at the woman. "It's up to you." Slight roll of shoulders in a shrug. Cup refilled and she'd just turn to face towards the woman, choosing to remain behind the bar. "Yes, all but four of the twelve rooms are rented, including yours in that count. Some are hunters, some just passing through." Not that she knew for sure their business, she didn't care as long as they paid for what was offered and didn't tear the place apart.

Math wasn't one of the girls strong suits, thankfully it was a small number but she wasn't above using fingers and toes. Her answer was reached relatively quickly and got another almost giddy squeal out of the girls voice "Eight, you mean eight! Right?" Baby steps right? It wasn’t settling to hear there were hunters here; surely that type of person was someone who would frequent a port city, as well as traipse about in the woods where Huriva was hoping to travel on her road home. That key was plucked up for a second time and petite form rose from the table...but she wasn’t setting off for her room. Hands fussed with that silk flap cut to a V to ensure the girl was modest before setting off for the bar where the woman was. Stopping only when flesh made contact with the bar top, elbows were dropped down and head perched on top of balled fists "So, tell Huriva about you! Can she know your name? Why you are here?" That ever curious streak was bound to get her in trouble one of these days.

Mug lifted to sip from, when it lowered she'd simple nod to let the girl know she was correct in her count. A casual lean against the counter behind her as she relaxed in her stance. Icy shards of blue fixed upon the woman as she approached the bar and she'd just grin slightly. "Ekaterina and I own this place. I check in before I head out to begin my daily hunt." Letting the girl know she was a hunter too. If there was more to her story, she didn't offer anything further than what she had. So noted by the way the mug was lifted and sipped from again.

Straight forward and to the point, but what did she expect. Thus far her experience with the woman had been...more formal then not. Just the same the girl light up brightly when the woman offered her name "Well, Huriva is very happy to meet you misses Ekaterina...that’s a pretty name. Huriva has never heard another person with that name. Does it mean anything?" A brow rose a little when the woman said she was also a hunter, she certainly fit the bill for it...clothing, demeanor, build. "What do you hunt? Little stuff...you don't kill fluffy rabbits do you! They are so cute."

"It means that if someone uses it, I'll answer." Stated when the mug lowered and she'd just smirk. Definitely not one who responded to flattery or compliments. "If it breaths, I hunt it. Most things I kill, and some I capture to deliver to the one who pays me to hunt what's lost." Brow to rise as her eyes fixed upon the woman. Vague she may have been, but it was quite clear her reference.

That hopeful gleam went flat when she got the response, it didn't seem like this jovial nature was winning over the hostess in the least "Well, its still a pretty name. Like Huriva...her name means kitten that’s why Mistress also calls her girl Murrpau" The vague hint sailed right over the girls head, but in her minds eye Krix would have no reason to pay someone to track the girl down.

"Seems your mistress needs to put a shorter leash on her
Kitten." Murmured into her cup when it was lifted to sip from again.

Her head thingyed to the side and that utterly blank expression probably spoke volumes "Mistress does not make her girl wear a leash." A curt matter of fact nod was given to the statement, but it was quickly followed with a heavy sigh. Boredom was an awful thing and this d**n shell just didn't seem like it was going to crack before Huriva wore herself out with repeated attempts "So...does misses Ekaterina have a family? Does she live here at the Inn she owns, or somewhere else? What does she do for fun?"

"That's evident." Brow to rise slightly as she watched the woman over the top of her mug. It would be tipped again and this time when the contents were finished off the mug was set aside. "My family is all dead and no I don't live here..." This meant she had a place elsewhere without having to say so. Looking back towards the woman. "I hunt." To her that was fun. She also drank copious amounts of Meade, but that wouldn't be voiced.

"Oh, Huriva is sorry...she didn’t mean to ask about your family in order to be mean." It was far to easy for the girl to get emotionally worked up over people she didn’t know. Her head dropped from its perch on balled fists and forehead pressed down against the bar top, reared back just a quarter of an inch before it was dropped back to the table top...banging her head against a solid surface was just as much luck as she was having in her conversation at the moment. A second later the girl brought her head back to its resting place...if she wasn't going to talk she was going to have to listen to the girl babble on. "Well, Huriva has a family. Mistress Krix and Mistress Marila. Oh! Also Master Kiernan...but he isn’t around much anymore. Normally she spends her days laying about in the tub, or in the glass room where the sun comes in. Mistress keeps saying she wants to take her girl out on a long trip with her, but every time it comes she makes an excuse so her girl cant go with her. One day she'll go with her, maybe she can even bring Mistress here!"

"People live and die; it's the natural order of things." Stated as arms rose to cross over her chest when she returned to her lean back against the counter. Now that had a brow to rise. "Kiernan? A feminine man who makes potions?" It wasn't a common name to be heard, and such a man had traveled through here a few times and she purchased his wares.

"Yes, yes! Master Kiernan...he kind of looks like a girl. Mistress gives him space in one of the rooms beneath her Inn to work on his potions. Silly Master Kiernan has even shrunken himself twice that Huriva seen." His ways were beyond the girls’ comprehension and she had never bothered to take the time to worry otherwise. "He is very nice to Huriva, talks to her all the time when he's around!" Another subtle hint in hopes of drawing out the conversation again though it would probably be in vain just the Same

It was definitely the same man indeed, for he showed her how his shrinking potion worked; although she didn't purchase that. It was the deadlier forms that she paid good coin for. "Strange man, but he has good products." And there was a wicked twist to that grin that appeared.

"Yes, sometimes he is far to silly for his own good. But his potions are much better than the peddler’s mushrooms. The way he just tosses them about, careless about what they do to others...Mistress said that Huriva could stab that evil man the next time he comes in. Maybe there is some juice here...if there isn’t any fruit? Or something to drink besides that black mucky stuff?"

She didn't know anything about a mushroom peddler, so no comment would be made in response. "I have coffee, honey wine, honey Meade, ale, whiskey and rum." The clientele she served were the rougher sides of humanity. "Things that you seek are served in the fancier establishments in the city." It was then she pushed from her lean against the counter as her arms fell to her side. "The morning passes quickly and I have things I need to do. Radulfr will be here to assist you..." It was then she stared directly at the woman. "... As long as you don't interfere with his duties and tending to patrons. He's not a sociable as I am when someone gets in his way." If you could call her sociable. A snort would be heard coming from the kitchen when he overheard her comment made and she'd just grin. "I'd say you have an hour tops before the patrons begin to rise, if you still want that bath." It was then she began to make her way from behind the bar. She would watch as the woman rushed off to the rooms overhead, and she'd make her way into the kitchen to give Radulfr some instructions on the slave, before heading out the back door to tend to her daily chores.

[Ekaterina]

The darkness of night blanketed the lands, the heavy dew of spring weighted upon the light breeze and deposited upon foliage and inanimate things. A light fog drifted over the ground, where the coolness of the air met its warmth and gave birth to the slow rolling banks of moisture. Yet within the Inn all was warmth and dry, with the blazing fire in the hearth, yet a few windows remained open to invite the fresh air inside. Radulfr was busy carrying full kegs from the storage room and placing them behind the bar. The Norse stood at the bars end, sipping from a tankard of mead whilst going over the books, taking note of the prior month’s costs and profits.


"A familiar scene," spoke a voice from the doorway. Randell stood upon the threshold as he kicked the dirt free of his boots, eyeing the interior as one might an old friend. The man, a merchant by his coat of a fine woolen cut, with trousers and boots of fashionable match, chuckled as he gave a nod to the pair in attendance. The frosty proprietress and the aged barkeep. Those two had changed as little as he did it seemed which seemed somehow refreshing.


Hearing the door would alert her to an arrival, but it would be the voice that rang familiar that had icy blues rise from the pages being read. A bit of a grin to touch unpainted lips as head turned to direct gaze fully upon him. "I see you don't scare easy, you've come back." Amusement noted in the soft spoken tone. A glance towards the door and then back to him. "Even enough to arrive without your guard?! A brave man you are." She never left the comfort of her lean against the bars end.


At least to him, anyway - time had a nasty habit of touching everything you knew far too fast, and even memory faded beneath its persistent touch. "Good to see you both in fine spirits," he remarked, shrugging back the folds of his coat to reveal the black tunic beneath, that wilting raised pin still glimmering on his chest. "Yes, I recognized no amount of arms men I could employ could protect me from that icy glare you have... if you felt compelled to use it on me. I felt it best to rely on my charm and naturally wit to safeguard myself against your displeasure." A wink as he approached, several silver coins rolling to the bar top when he set his palms to the counter. "That and I intend to be a very gracious patron, yet again. Though, I do hope you haven't been too merciful and taken in another annoying runaway?"



"Just don't piss me off, and you'll avoid it!" Smirking as the bindings of the book would close and her hand to rest atop of it. His last comment gained what almost sounded like a snort, then a chortle to follow. Slight shake of her head. "No, thankfully someone came to claim that one. The next that happens in, I'll simply ship off to the slave yards to be contended with." Waving it off. "Rats in the grain shed aren't as pesky as runaways." Radulfr had already set into motion, remembering the man from his prior visit. Before long a tankard of dark ale set before him. "A gracious patron you say..." She spoke as her tankard was taken in hand. "...In drink only, or have you developed a taste for the food as well?"


"Well, one must keep up his strength if only to maintain the proper propriety so as not to piss you off..." Randell returned smooth, sliding on to a stool as he took up his drink. "To laughter and cool tempers," he raised the drink in toast before taking a modest swallow. "I'll take whatever's still hot, no need to trouble yourself over anything fancy..." the man wore a sly grin, perfectly aware of the limited menu, but also never disappointed with whatever the cook whipped up. "How's business been, then... all things quiet?"



The tender would collect the coins as he moved to head towards the kitchen. As he passed the Norse the ledgers would be handed off to him. Books in hand the large barbarian would disappear into the kitchen. She would then ease around the bars end to now stand on the opposite side of the faux merchant. "You're in luck tonight, Radulfr made breaded venison steaks with a milk gravy, candied carrots and potatoes. No pie tonight, but he did make a sweet cream and honey cake." Resting with her back against the counter behind her as she faced forwards towards the man. "A bit quiet yes, but the roads and passes through the mountains would just be opening up and the seas to calm to permit safe travel. It won't be long before it picks up." Head tilted slightly as the man was openly being regarded. "What brings you to Kiel?"


It was hard not to feel a mouse beneath that feline acuity, but Randell was never one to be easily intimidated - her keen gaze actually fostered a note of respect in the man. An opinion that only grew since the last time they met. It was easy to tell, at least for those who knew where and how to look, that neither of them were as simple as they looked. "I seek passage back to Porthos," he replied in that quiet candor of his, when amusement faded and he took up the calm practice of conversing. "And as you said, the season of storms will soon be at an end and the seas safe enough to travel... safer, at least. Those waters are never truly placid... like some women I know. Calm waters hide the sharks below." A grin and another sip of dark ale. "I was also hoping to meet an associate of mine soon, but she's failed to turn up several times now..."



"You'll find several ships that will be able to accommodate you." Said with a bit of a grin, one that might cause someone to question the words spoken. His next comment had the grin slowly turn into the fashion of a smirk. "I could say the same thing about men ... several of them." Brow to rise slightly and the smirk would soon be hidden behind the rise of her tankard to drink. Several to be taken before it would lower. The door to the kitchen would open as the bulk of Radulfr stepped through carrying a tray. Upon it was a platter filled with three Swiss style venison steaks, they and the potatoes smothered in creamy milk gravy. Off to the side upon a smaller plate, a pile of candied carrots, and upon another, several slices of black bread. On the third small plate was a large slice of the cake he was told of. This and all necessary utensils would be set before Randell before the tender lumbered off to finish his choirs of restocking the kegs. An up nod of thanks directed from the Norse before attention was back upon the man across from her. "A woman traveling alone in this area, things could happen." Stated with a slight roll of shoulders in a shrug. "Or she is unable due to the road being traveled still impassable."


"I'm glad to know there are worthy vessels readily available..." Randell replied slowly, waiting for the bite. And there it is, he thought with a smirk of his own, though chuckling beneath it all. When the food was produced, his eyes took in the considerable meal, shaking his head slowly in disbelief. "Surely, you're fattening me up for market..." fork and knife were set to work, and he savored the first bite of venison with eyes closing and smile catching the edge of his mouth. "As for my companion," he explained between mouthfuls, "I doubt she'll lack for company, but if she does travel alone... well, many have underestimated her before, and while she remains, they do not." For a man who seemed oddly disparate about the details of his journey, that little nugget might've revealed to much in the merchant's own estimation, but it seemed more a calculated move by the look in the man's
Gray eyes as he observed the woman over another laden fork.



Head tilted slightly and the smirk would grow slightly to his fattening comment. "Well, bulk is more valuable than smaller packages ... so I hear." Grin to return as she continued to watch the man. Every movement to be noted, even down to the way he gripped that fork and knife. A brow to rise slightly upon his explanation of the one being awaited. "You keep some interesting company for a mere merchant. Must be some valuable wares you trade in." Eyes to meet his in an unwavering manner. "It’s always good to be able to hold your own, be you man or woman. Those who always prevail are usually the ones underestimated." Tick to mouths corner between the grin and smirk formation.


"While I'll reserve the argument over quality over quantity for another time, it is safe to say I deal in rather large packages..." His gray eyes glinted, chewing slowly now before sampling some of the carrots, and always swallowing before speaking again. "One meets a great many interesting clientele in my business, but few ever seem to provide adequate conversation." He now offered her a sidelong looks, considering. "It occurs to me that you're a woman who enjoys her puzzles as much as I do... idle curiosities better left untouched, and yet somehow we can't help but try to pry their meaning free, 'eh?" Setting fork and knife down, he picked up his mug again, raising it half way to his mouth. "And, if you can defend yourself half as well as you verbally spar, I truly think you're a fearsome opponent, indeed."


"Hmm, well, if such packages are in your accompaniment to travel, that would lessen the choices to be made on passage. It would definitely cross out a simple sailing vessel by the least." She'd not pry as to the contents of such packages, if he wanted her to know, he would tell her on his own. Brief the chuckle to follow after. "Puzzles?" Again that smirk to be born. "Puzzles are something to be studied as the pieces are found to fit the whole. I simply call that life." Playful wink. It was his last comment that actually made her laugh. "I can run fast when necessary." Leaving it at that.