The Kings Ale House

[Carlotta]

His voice cut her brow line up and drew her attention toward the
sound of his voice. Her brother, who had his cittern tucked behind his back
stood firm in place. "Michael, you will take me over to him or I will walk
myself." The threat came as beautifully from her tongue as her songs and with a
smile, she tucked around him and proceeded slowly with Michael on her heels.
Like the loving, doting brother he was, he eventually took her hand and
guided her to where Otto sat, positioning himself between them, much to her
dismay. Her hand tapped out and brushed along his arm until she felt the
strong line of his jaw. "Hello, Otto." Soft and sweet, much nicer than the
glare that Michael was giving to him. "My brother and I came to perform. I needed to get out of the house, how lucky that you happened to be here. I have to admit, I've missed you dearly." -d-

Irritation flashed in those eyes as Michael sat down between
them. Otto slapped down a heavy purse full of coins. Drawing back the strings
as he took a handful of shillings. If coercion wouldn't work to get Constance
alone, then perhaps bribery would. Kessler slapped a dozen shillings
onto the table and passed them over to Michael. '' That's for keeping your
sister safe for me. Why don't you run along? Go buy something nice. I'll look
after Constance tonight. '' He said, his face blank as he turned his
attention to her. ' I'm glad I ran into you here. To tell you the truth I was
rather afraid of meeting the ferryman if I came calling upon you at your
home. No doubt your father is out for my head. '' A soft chuckle given as her fingers teased along the line of his jaw. Otto catching her hand, covering it with his own large one. Fingers gently intertwining with hers.


Anyone wished to see her flattering or seductive side, just
enter chambers with her when she was working over the Magistrate to get one
of her, unsavory, clients off the hook. She had a way with words much like
writers, poets, and bards, only her's were used in quite a different manner.
"Well, what it's about. A narrative if you will. Have you finished writing it,
or still in the process?" Yes, an inquisitive creature she was by habit. Only
way to learn, was to ask questions, and thus she was. Cup again on the rise to
sip from, and her chosen seat gave her a vantage to note the peathingy, the
woman who joined him and the young boy. Body language spoke louder than
words, and there was quite a volume to be read in the mannerism of the trio.
Enough it gained her curiosity, and thus peripheral utilized to keep tabs, as
focus rested upon her conversational partner for the moment.

:: Flashy cuffs outlined his wrists while thick embroidered
sleeves ran down each arm. Black gloves coiled round each finger as a large
blood red stone poked over his 4th finger, an oddity to be sure. A richly
embroidered vest with oversized buttons slid downward across his torso covering
what appeared to be a top heavy shirt boasting a wide clutching ribbon.
Matching pants along with rich leather boots knotting just beneath his knee
caps, the entertainer was topped off with a pointy brim hat hosting a triangular
bulge rested low across his brows. Lending him a rather devilish appearance
over all. Handled in one gloved hand a black and gold cane which upon
flicking the blunt tip of one thumb he'd enable a flint switch which in turn could set its bottom tip on fire. Point it at someone’s nose close enough they'd be minus some nostrils hairs. This particular mate, jester, classic playwright, guest of honor in some circles stepped in to the Alehouse, the cane swung upward to ride upon one broad shoulder. Indeed, he'd be conceived as being rather flashy, but devilish handsome as well. Depending on one's tastes of course. One has to prefer the rouge look to the primmest pompous look of lords and nobles. Sadly he needed a shave, but that was a habit he'd yet to break. :: " Good evening, " :: The jolly good tone sped across the charcoal filled air of
fresh fire smoke filtering the room. His keen senses flickered along with
the fire light. As it lent him a natural spot light. What was he from hell?
Or simply one of dark countenance. :: - D

"Well," he breathed, for that was a question he was familiar
and comfortable with. He sipped his cider, considering how much to answer.
"It is a story of love," he said, as if this were a grand and original idea.
He crossed one ankle over the other, and then smirked at himself briefly
before continuing. "In a roundabout fashion. It is about a very silly sort of
many who, upon being made to realize he is foolish, summons a Muse to inspire
him to wisdom, instead, poor fellow, falls in love with her." He took a drink
of his cider and shook his head sadly. "But of course, all's well that ends
well, and it ends well enough." He slanted a look door wards, hearing a
general greeting. And he recognized the man entering, since he had a studied and
perceptive eye for trouble, and he remembered immediately that this one had
nearly gotten into a scuffle with the castle guards. Nonetheless, he raised
his mug in toast to him, in response to his greeting, and replied to Carlotta. "You will, of course, be obliged to come see the play if you wish to see how," he teased.

Michael, like any twelve year old boy, was easy swayed with the
idea of having money to spend. He gathered up the money and left the cittern
on the table for Constance if she was so inclined to play and sing. He did,
however, lean into Otto for a whisper of words, "You hurt her in any way and my
father will wear your bones as a necklace." With that said, he turned and
brushed a kiss to his sister's cheek and headed toward the door, nearly
running into the magic man from a few days back. Wide eyed, he crept passed him, keeping a close eye until he was out the door. Constance took advantage of
the empty space between she and Otto, moving closer to him until she was
comfortably stitched to his side. She took the opportunity to press a kiss to
the corner of his lips and settled her free hand over their entangled pair.
"Ignore my brother, my father is protective, I am his only daughter." An
apology, of sorts, though she was not the type of woman to allow her father to
hurt the poor man. -d-

Oh no. The opium addict had made his return, would the man
never cease to stop tormenting him. Otto briefly considered reaching for the
Matchlock pistol that fit snugly within the breast of his jacket and shooting
the man between the eyes. His initial urge for violence was suppressed as he
felt Constance worm her way next to him. Michael's threat being ignored, but
at the least his bribe had gotten rid of the brat. His lips brushed against
her own gently. Before pulling that vipers gaze off of the man who
had muttered the greeting. '' I know, but if I have to leave the country..I'm
afraid I’m going to have to kidnap his only daughter. '' He said with a small
chuckle to himself as the servant refilled his goblet a sigh escaping
his lips as took another swig. '' Do you want anything?'' He asked one
eyebrow arching.

A smile formed as he outlined the plot. "Sounds very
entertaining. I most definitely will be a member of the crowd on opening
day." Then a bit of a playful grin. "And ending too, if it's good." Teasing
nature in her voice to be easily noted. Now mind you, many things are
interpreted by the way they transpire, and such would be the case now. Seeing
the boy lead the woman to the man's, who was obviously of position, table
.... the boy paid a rather handsome amount and then departs to leave the woman
who was instantly upon the man only left one to decided it was an arranged
situation. It wasn't uncommon for a noble of stature to pay for his evenings
accompaniment and the pleasures such provided. Her own brothers practiced this
often enough. It would be the flashy entry and booming voice that drew her
focus next, to see the puppeteer. "Ahh, someone who has been wishing an
introduction to you, MiLord Blunt." Glance in Eolus's direction. "He's also in the entertainment business." Offering further. It was then she couldn't help but
to smirk. "You might have heard of him...." A glance in Garan's direction.
"....He introduces himself as the Great Garan." Humor still rested in her tone
as a hand would release it's hold upon the mug and rise. A greeting wave, as
well as one to beckon Gar to the table she shared with the Playwright.

His cane would hook one chair forcing it to be dragged
across ale house foundations. As Michael sped his way, it would seem Gar's
chair wound up on one leg teetering there as the boy passed. A thin smile
grew before he'd wink at him then allow the chair to find itself resting
naturally upon all fours once again. He'd bow some at the greeter's toast
offered by Eolus, while still pulling the sluggish chair. He'd bring it to
where the majority was seated, glancing over towards Ottoman, and his lovely cohort, his polished teeth sped into a wolfish grin. Before mildly shifting into a hefty smile as his bark wood eyes landed upon the lady Carlotta, and her seated guest. What could he say other than he did have a GREAT smile,
dashing? nuts.. most of his teeth appeared to be straight edged with the
exception of one sliced upward and to the left. The cause of its damage due
to some poorly performed stunt? Hardly. He'd received that chipped tooth from
dealing with a bloke who tried to remove his head from off his shoulders in
what some would term, .... combat. His final approach caused him to pause
before the lady Carlotta and Eolus, " Mind if join you? " Naturally he
always..expected some resistance from the fearful, but he liked to let the
majority of table patrons' rule, especially when some believed he was an
incompetent fool. Just like, he wanted them to believe. – D

"Does he now?" Eolus murmured, his tone perfectly ambivalent,
and just for Carlotta's ears. He smiled swiftly, no teeth, in reply to
Garan's shining grin, and gestured elegantly to an empty chair, leaning back
comfortably. "Have a seat," he added for effect. He was not entirely sure what to make of Garan. He had already surmised the man was not a fool. What he was,
however, was a different matter. At leisure to look him over now, Eolus did
so, noting the cane, the stubble, and the politeness. He himself was rather
more polished. He knew how a gentleman acted, and acted the part of
gentleman, to an extent. Presently, though, his hands were stained with ink,
and he'd forgotten to put on gloves, so the effect was somewhat spoiled. "This fine lady tells me you are a man who should be met," he said lightly. "And so, allow me to introduce myself. I am Eolus Blunt, master playwright." He hesitated, and then added, "The King's own playwright."

[Carlotta]

Poor Constance. It interactions did seem to point in one
direction, when the truth was most certainly in the other. Her hand drifted
down the pale blue fabric of her dress and the white beneath it. Common
clothes, nothing spectacular, but they hugged every curve like a second skin before it flared out at her hips. A hand pressed over the top of her chest, gently pulling the fabric up slightly. "I would have dressed in something nicer if I had known that you were going to be here," she admitted against his jaw,
before her head pulled away slightly. "I have wanted to spend time with you,
but my father has been keeping a very close eye on me." Her hand gave his a
delicate squeeze, and inclined her head toward him. "I missed your company."


Oh how appearances could be so deceiving. If only Otto would
have known someone thought Constance was a prostitute. A prostitute being
pimped out by her twelve year old brother. It was the kind of thing that
would have made the Count laugh hysterically. '' I know. Your father is a
very..tough man. It was foolish of me to cross him in the way that...'' A
pause given as he groped for the words. '' we did..'' A sigh escaped his lips
as he teased his lips against her neck. His breath warm on her neck. '' Are you
going to be anywhere near Court tomorrow so I can see you?'' He asked one
eyebrow arching.

Glance directed over to Eolus and she'd offer him a kind
smile. Then upon Garan as he approached the table focus turned and the smile
directed upon him. Eolus gave the invitation in words she had offered in
motion. "A good evening MiLord Garan." No introduction need be made on her part, as the men were quite capable the task. Though it did prove one thing, she was a woman of her word. Having told the man she'd see to his introduction to the Playwright if such presented itself. Her pact made and kept. For now, she'd
maintain silence by sipping her tea, listening to the men as they spoke,
curious as to where the introduction might lead.

" Apparently I already have one. " His bottom lip curled
upward at the offer of having a seat. ".. but thank you, I will make use of
this one. " Tapping the top half of the chair's spine he'd been dragging
alongside him. Planting his chair closer to them, he'd lean forward in
order to shake Blunt's hand expecting compliance, only to pause at hearing
him state, "The King's own playwright." Out of the blue coming from Otto's
table a voice would be heard exclaiming in a rather mocking tone, " Surre, you are the kings own playwright, but is the reason you are the kings OWN playwright
because you're the ONLY playwright? " " Be quiet fool, " snarled Garan in the direction of the invisible voice. The ventriloquist forced a shrug, saying back to Eolus, while continuing to grin, " I believe sir you are most likely the kings favorite playwright, ignore the fool. " Settling down upon the tufted seat of his chair, his cane would rest against one corner of the table. His brows creasing his forehead as he'd sideways greet Lady Carlotta, " You look
marvelous lady in this light, I'd enjoy seeing more of you in the daylight hours. " Whether or not he'd still be shaking Eolus hand would remain to be seen, either way, he'd finalize his entrance, " I am known as Garan the Great, the cutting edge of the entertainment world. Well met sir. " – D

Eolus allowed the dragged along chair a look, and the corners
of his mouth quirked into something of an unwilling smile, and he inclined
his head. "You are truly -- be-set," he acknowledged, and was startled to
hear the mocking exclamation. He looked over, and his brow furrowed slightly. He
had not made any enemies that he was aware of -- and it wasn't even a very
good insult. Moreover, he did not see who had said it. The gentleman and his
blind lady were much too occupied with one another. And here, now, was Garan
to the rescue. He slid a look back to the man, shook his hand firmly. "Garan
the Great," he repeated ponderously. He wasn't entirely sure he'd heard of
the man, which meant little enough, since he'd only arrived in the King's city
recently. It would have been better form to exclaim of the stories he'd
heard, but right now, he felt more like testing the man, and did so. "You are
the cutting edge, are you? And just what, pray tell, do you cut?" The sally was
light, and seemingly did not require all his attention. He slid a look to
Carlotta, to appraise her reaction. He wondered what she thought of this
Garan.

"Do not say that, Otto. He cannot control every aspect of my
life." Her lips brushed to his. Certainly, the voice hadn't come from their
table, there had been no point for him to speak! Of course, the voice
brought a lift of her brows. "Is someone trying to start a fight? How horrible." Oblivious, really, Constance was content to keep close to Otto and enjoy the warmth of his body, especially with the twist of cool wind that spilled in with each opening the door. "I would like, if you would, perhaps you could talk to my father. I imagine that he will not have such a dislike for you, once you speak to him. You, much like him, were a soldier. He will respect that." She just wanted her father and him to be on good terms, because she certainly enjoyed spending time with him and had no desire to stop anytime
soon. "I may be near court tomorrow, I will make Michael take me out. I
would not miss a chance to spend time with you." -d-

'' Did he just call me a fool!?'' If Otto had one fault it
was pride and Garan had just made a foolish mistake in wounding Otto
Kessler's. There was the sound of a scraping chair as he made his way to his
feet. ' I will speak to your father later.'' He said leaning slightly on that knobbed cane as the 'cripple' made his way towards Garan the Great. '' On your
feet.'' He said grasping the man by his collar and wrenching him out of the
chair in one quick movement before releasing him. '' If it is your intent to
start a quarrel with me sir...then I would ask you at least have the decency
to speak to me face to face. Instead of skulking here like a coward. Garan
the Great? You couldn't make the local village idiot laugh. If anyone is
the fool it is you.'' The knobbed head of that cane was pushed towards
Garan's chest. '' If you would like to settle this with fists rather than
words I would be more than happy to oblige you. '' Otto was a big man. Despite his injury he still loomed over Garan and his injury wouldn't stop him from
punching out what was left of Garan's teeth.


Cup lowered and a narrow eyed glance would be spared in the
direction of the voice. Just as she was about to turn attention back upon
present company, the one across the way would rise and create a scene. Cup
would be quickly set upon the table as the man grabbed up Garan at her side, and she would then rise. Though not to retreat to some corner, oh no, that Irish
temper had been sparked. "You are out of line Sir!" Turning on the man in
Garan’s defense. This must be the form of the insult directed at the
Playwright, and now the man attacks the Entertainer when the man did nothing
more than defend the Playwright with a compliment. "I suggest you step away
before I order you hauled away." No idle threat to be made, it was within her power to do so, and she'd hesitate not. "The only one starting a problem here, is you!" That inner fire glimmered within the Barristers chestnut hues. Yes,
bold she was, uncommon to the meek and mild women of their time. Then again, she held a position that was not easily gotten by the fairer sex, let alone
recognition in the trade. A step would place her between the two, her back to
Gar and facing the threatening form. What would he do? Hit her? A mistake that
would be made on his part if he laid a finger upon her fair skin; and not
just due to the powers of the Court.


The look of comfort would spread across Garan's features.
His hat being removed from off his head would come to rest upon his lap.
Twisting his sight towards the rapidly approaching Otto. He'd lean back upon
the stems of his chair legs to see if the man had protection to call upon. Before allowing himself to rest easy, however he would let the 'cripple' pull him from out of his seat. Standing firm while the man turned rowdy he did all he
could to not smirk, but.. alas, some things were impossible. " Try not to
wrinkle this shirt it was tediously sewn together by a woman who's crippled
son, laughed for the first in years upon my spending time with him. " His
fingers would have wrapped round Otto's grasp helping him to release him. " Oh..you heard the fool's mockery as well? " Nodding to Otto, after all he'd thought it might have been extremely difficult to figure out it was Garan whom had tossed his voice in Otto's direction. He assumed he'd figured it out, still, Gar reached for his own cane. " A duel is it you wish? I'd suggest.. sir, you're position be that of a man learns to serve all men , rather then be
such a 'respecter of persons. Tis a sin you know in God's eyes. You judged me for my appearance the last time we met. I'll not allow you to continue to judge
men as though there blood was less pure then your own. Yet.. you'd willingly
put men like myself on the front lines to fight a bloody death in order to help
keep your riches and station in life. It's .. pathetic. Do I make myself
clear? " –D

Eolus stood up when Otto approached, something between
deference and caution motivating him. The man dressed and acted the part of
quality. That was to say, Eolus suspected that he was better bred than any of
them here at this table. Now, Eolus had little enough in the way of awe for the
nobility, but he had a finely developed sense of danger. Not only of physical
danger, either. Displeasing his patrons overtly could result in theaters
closing, in a lack of patronage from the nobility altogether. These were not
consequences he intended to explore, which was why a thin grimace escaped the
carefully controlled mask of his face when Garan did not immediately cough
out an apology, when Carlotta stood up and gave the man orders. Thank God she was a woman, at least. Garan, though, was doing none of them any favors. He took a step back, turned his face into studied calm, and watched.

[Carlotta]

'' Oh I'm out of line? I won't stand to be mocked from
across the room by this beggar. '' A bark of laughter interrupted her speech.
'' Have me hauled away? I am Graf Otto Kessler. Ambassador of Emperor Charles
V. An attack on me is an attack on the Emperor himself. Whether it be verbal or
physical. '' Otto Kessler above all else considered himself a gentleman. He
would NEVER hit a woman. It was a cardinal rule and one that he had abided
his entire life. '' Do not dare to threaten me. You wield far less influence than you think Madame. As for you...'' Those fists clenched and unclenched. '' you are a madman. First you insult me, and then claim because I confronted you
I'm sending young men like you to die on the front lines. Do I look like I am
commanding an army? I'm an ambassador. I responded to your insult because you
deserved it. Not because I'm some sort of noble, it was because you insulted
me from across the room. Don't turn this into something else that it isn't.
Especially after I helped your friend by sending my own doctor to care for
her...and footed the bill myself. I would advise you in the future to keep
your mouth shut. The only reason I'm not demanding a duel at dawn is simply
because it would look bad if I assaulted..an English citizen and my position
at court won't be compromised by someone like you.''

Constance was in awe of what was happening, when she heard the
scuffle across the room, she climbed to her feet. Cittern in hand, she
stumbled across the room, bumping into a table, then chair, and finally a
person. Unfortunately, it wasn't the Count she stumbled into. "Are you blind woman? Watch your step!" "Actually, yes." Murmured toward him before she continued her trek, finally reaching Otto by the sound of his voice alone. "Otto," she began, gently setting an hand on his arm. "Let us leave. It is not worth being angry about. His insults mean nothing if you do not acknowledge them." The voice of reason, it would seem. "And you," she said, turning her attention to the fool. "Have no sense of gratitude. He helped you, you return it with disrespect. It only reflects badly upon you -- and one day you will
cross the wrong person who will not listen to the reason of an intelligent
woman," that woman being Carlotta, though she hadn't particularly agreed with
her threats toward Otto. "And you will be found face down in the street like
a piece of discarded trash." Spoken as sweetly as she could at the moment.
"Watch your tongue, lest it be cut off." With that, she gave a gentle tug to
Otto's arm. "We should leave now. Forget him, we can go to my father's
tavern -- or perhaps not, he has been fiddling with his axe at the thought of
you." Her smile flared and she nodded in the direction of the other two.
"Good evening." Then she was tugging Otto to leave. -d-

"The only attack I've seen, Sir, is the one you initiated
here." Bitter retort. "One to which I stand a legal witness to, no matter
ranking or position." How she despised those who tossed titles around,
wielding them like some shield, as if it placed them above the law. "Over an insult directed towards the Playwright ..." Her hand would indicate the man. "...that you have claimed as your own." The man must be looking for a fight with the Entertainer to go to such lengths. A glance towards the woman who stumbled
towards them, and to her comments she'd also respond. "Threats only add fuel
to the situation." If the man thought to sway her with his introduction, he
was far off course. In fact, she now knew the face of an enemy. Of course, he'd not know that he was. None knew of her actions on assisting the King to seek his
goals of ending his loveless marriage. Not even the King himself, as she had
yet all the information gathered in which to present; although she was
getting closer. A light touch to Garan’s arm as she stepped aside. So much
for a night of relaxation, and a glance towards Eolus with an apologetic
smile. One day her quick temper was going to be her undoing.


" First blood was drawn you .. Graf .. Otto .. Kessler.
Ambassador of Emperor Charles V. You only sent your personal doctor
because you wish to impress a certain woman, not because you carry
compassion. You seem disturbed that cost you something valuable, .. money. Yet you clearly make it a point to mention coin. " Gar's hooded brows would slant towards Carlotta, not that he didn't appreciate her vocalization on his behalf, or Eolus' for that matter, but this particular commander was quite accustom to handling ambassadors, nobles and the like. " When one can offer their services
without personally benefiting from it, then .. sir.. I would believe and
support any campaign set forth by you that carries nobility coupled with pure honor." Noting the encroachment of the lady whom stumbled his attention was
wrought upon her uneven mobility. " ..lady, " addressing Constance, having
heard her comments, " What you worry about, has already happened in a very
different way.. but when this .. trash as you call me, rose up, he was
decorated honorably for it. Walk safely m'Lady with your escort. " He'd watch
as she urged him off, this brought him to inhale slowly. Turning to look into the faces of both Carlotta and Eolus, " I ah.. " His bottom lip would press in
hard as he'd shake his head some, allowing his canes blunt end to poke
against the ale house's foundation, " I'd like to apologize to you both for being.. brutally honest. If you'd prefer I moved to another table I understand." -

Eolus had said nothing, and moreover intended to say nothing.
He chose his words carefully, and right now it seemed best to say nothing at
all. He was regretful that he was even peripherally involved in this
confrontation. He did not doubt that Otto would remember him, and remember him
unfavorably, and he hadn't the luxury to be oh-so-cavalier about the man's
rank. Ambassador to a King! Worse than he'd thought. He smiled thinly,
without any particular emotion, and inclined his head to the lot of them. "If you will excuse me, I regret I have business," he murmured, backing up and shrugging
into his cloak again. Time to retreat.

'' I'm quick to mention coin because let me tell you!
Doctors are expensive, so is taking care of one of your sleepers. You asked for
my help and I gave it. Not because I was trying to impress anyone it's
because I am rich and generous. Period. You both can take your preachings..and
shove them up your ass! You ungrateful sleeperson! Go die of the pox, the world
wouldn't shed a tear..'' Those pools focused on the retreating playwright.
Contrary to what Eolus was thinking, Kessler was a fan of the writers work
and he was going to do something to prove a point. '' Hold.'' He snapped at
the writer..one hand grasping the purse that was filled to bursting with
coin. A small fortune. He tossed the bag towards the writer. '' I'm a fan
of your work. Accept my patronage and with that I bid you all farewell.'' A
courtly bow was executed before Otto retreated out the door with Constance on
his arm towards the coach that waited outside. His patronage was merely to
prove and point (and he was a fan). That he was generous. He wasn't doing
these random acts of kindness for his own personal gain.


She'd simply listen, not another word would be spoken. Her
mind already set, an audience with the King would be sought for several
purposes now. If the man was trying to gain favor with Henry, he was not
heading in the right direction. She'd watch as Eolus moved to depart, a glance
spared in Garan’s direction. Turning she'd collect her now cold mug of tea,
stepping around to gain a servers attention; without bellowing like others
did. And gained she did, for her tips were always good ones. Mr. Peathingy, as she
mentally moniqured him, wasn't the only member of wealth present at the
moment. Now that the squeamish was over, and the man was leaving with his
consort of the night, she would reclaim her seat by the fire's side and try to
salvage what she could of her evening.

"My lady, you should know your place. Woman or not, you are
speaking to an Ambassador to the king." Polite. "I did not call you trash,
perhaps you should listen better." With that, she was following Otto's lead
out the door, more than happy to leave. Escape, even. "I am sorry that he
offended you, Otto." She followed his lead, keeping her body close to his to
avoid running into another patron. A shiver crawled up her spine when they
stepped outside and she stitched even closer to him to leech body heat. "I need
to dress more appropriately for the winter, but business has been slow and I
do not care to pester my mother for money." Strife! Grinning like a fool,
she smeared a kiss to his cheek and settled in comfortably at his side. -d-

As the coin pouch was hurled towards Eolus, his hand would
with lightening speed capture it. Pressuring its contents it could be heard
crinkling within his tightening fist. Glancing towards Eolus, he'd hold onto it. His eyes darkened in the frail light which barely met his gaze. Apparently lines had been drawn this evening that were just as invisible as his ventriloquist talents. Fire stroked the backside of his neck, which had little to nothing to do with the hearth. Rather he'd drop his gaze from off the departing couple to that of the playwright. He'd already tuned Otto's confessions and or surmations of why he did what he does, and when. It didn’t matter, when Gar stood ..silent, his chin slipped across the air in order to hold Carlotta's gaze. "Sometimes it pays to be a fool, I trust he will not cause you too much trouble before your king? For if he does, and it becomes difficult for you. Blame me, I will face your liege with respect but also with boldness. I will not let you take the brunt of his threats in your own homeland. Even a fool knows when to be quiet and when its time to stand up for something. " Was this Garan’s plan all along? A way to finally get INTO the castle? He'd attempted to do so through the guise of an entertainers talents, which oddly was thwarted, by Ottoman himself. Perhaps Otto had set into motion for him a new way of entry. Gar's eyes locked with the brown eyed woman, he was serious in every way about championing her if need be. - D

Ordinarily, he would have been delighted to receive the
patronage of an Ambassador. However, the timing was truly abysmal. He was
not entirely sure what King Henry would think. He suspected, given the
notorious jealousy and fickleness of kings that it would not go well. And now, here was this man, this commoner, speaking of standing up to the nobility. It was too much. "Then you are not fit to even be called a fool!" he burst out,
exasperated. "Christ's wounds, do you have a death wish? Do you have no sense
of discretion?" These questions were rhetorical, and he did not wait for an
answer. "No? Of course you do not. Or else you would have feigned
humility willingly," he growled. "That purse is mine. I will thank you to
give it to me, that I may depart."

" Surely.. you jest Eolus. " Willingly tossing the pouch
over towards him.

That had her looking up at Garan with a bit of surprise.
"Trouble?" That gained him her soft laughter. "MiLord Garan, I doubt
seriously he will cause me any trouble." Slow shake of her head. "I do hold
the King's ear as one of his personal Barristers." Her position was quite often not understood, and she often felt it was because of her gender, rather than
ignorance of title. A glance then towards Eolus and brow rose as she noted
his raised ire. Slowly she stood and looked at the Playwright, her confusion well noted on features. Why was he angry? A glance spared between the two men, then a slow shake of her head as she turned to now stand before the warmth of the fire. "Everyone's lost their mind tonight." Spoken to the dance of flames she stood before.

" If I dare not speak the truth what sort of man does that
make me? Nothing short of a puppet who's strings are pulled by yet another
master. I choose to be my own master Eolus. I understand your concerns in
regards to Otto's position, but its time that men and .. women understand, ..
" He'd catch himself mid sentence. He himself was sounding more like an
ambassador. Instead his countenance would change, he'd shrug, twirl his cane
and lightly tap Carlotta's left shoulder while at the same time approaching
her. " Sleep well Eolus, perhaps we might share a more pleasant time together
in the near future. " That was partly a question, partly factual. His cane slid backwards over the breadth of his shoulder blade as he'd pull up a seat and be offering it to her. – D

[Carlotta]

He caught the pouch, clenching it tightly in his fingers. When
Garan went on, he put his hand over his face, dragged it down his face. He
was coming dangerous close to treason, if the wrong ears misheard. There were
plenty of ears willing to mishear in a tavern, too. He dropped his hand, shook
his head in disbelief. "Perhaps when you have had a bit less to drink, old
boy. I think the spirits must have run away with your tongue," he said
decisively. Blame it on liquor. It didn't always work, but it was a start. He gave Carlotta a wry glance, when she declared her title. Evidently, he did not
find that terribly reassuring. "I bid you both good evening," he concluded,
before turning and making his exit swiftly.


A glance over her shoulder when she felt that tap, she was
listening to the dialog being shared between the two men. Still, she'd keep
her tongue on the matter, as it seemed it was at an explosive height. The
indication of a seat would gain Gar a thankful smile. Though she was
disheartened that the Playwright was departing. That Otto man had ruined
the entire night, and she would now see a way to make the man pay, one way or
another. There were many things that were unknown about the young woman now placed as King's Barrister, a side of her that none would ever see. She'd be making another trip to the docks after the stroke of midnight, only this time it would hold a purpose. Not just a visit to stare longingly at the silhouette of a particular ship which presently sat idle. Slowly she'd turn to settle upon the offered chair.

" Should I sit in it? " He'd crack a smile, while pulling another chair in alongside it. Now there would be two chairs, one that she'd graciously filled, the other he'd left open. Rather he took to creating a mild half circle of empty chairs. Much like the rippling one might see when a single stone has been tossed into a calm water way. It's effect fanning outward in a much broader way.. he'd then take the seat directly next to her. Fanning outward his arm towards the other empty chairs, he’d comment; " In case we get visitors from the castle? " A voice would be heard behind them blurting out, " Run run, Otto will surely see you punished for speaking boldly! Run fool run..BUT before ye go, how about having a drink with the fine lady. " His ventriloquist talents put to good use once more, he'd lean his arm over the chair's, " Shall I offer to purchase you something that will help you sleep better this evening lady
Carlotta, brave warrior of this realm? " An easy going smile grooved his lips upward. His fancy cane slipped between his bowed out legs as he lazily leaned back against his chair. – D

Hand would indicate the other unoccupied chairs. "Of course,
MiLord. I hold no discord against you." A glance towards the door and then
back upon him attention returned. A blink as she heard a voice from behind,
and attention would shift over her shoulder to try and find the source. She knew
not what a ventriloquist was, nor had seen one in her life, hence why she had
no clue of what transpired. A light chuckle to sound, glad to have the uplift
from the heavy storm that had encompassed the commons not but moments ago.
Amusement danced now in those chestnut hues, which held the fire of her Irish
temper not long ago. "Brave warrior isn't a title I could, or would lay claim
to. A sharp tongue is only good to a degree." Resting back upon her
seat. "Though I would not turn down a brandy if one was offered." She'd
indicate her cup of tea now held in hand. "Or a touch of Irish whiskey added
to this." A deep slow intake of breath as full relaxation was now gained. Now
perhaps the evening will return to the calm in which it started.


Following the direction of her gaze he'd follow it back
towards her only to land upon her tea cup. He'd produce two coins, from her
ear. " This should do us both rather well. " Sliced between his forefinger
and the evangelist finger the coins pressed. Rising he'd make his way towards
that long mahogany bar. Placing the order for a brandy with a touch of
whiskey and a milk curd. They didn’t have that, so he settled for a foamy ale.
At least he didn’t come up short in the coin department. Rather then have their
drinks delivered he'd walk them back offering her the crystal like glass
hosting her drink, while pulling from his own inside a tankard. " You know, I rather enjoyed this evening’s banter. It sent blood bursting through my veins. Reminding me that there is life after war and loss. " Pressing himself back into his seat, his cane would be pushed aside. " What do you think of my
clothing, a bit overly fashionable or too understated for an entertaining fool?" - D

A polite smile as she accepted the glass offered. "Thank
you, MiLord." Her voice held a kind nature to it as well. His comment would
have her looking over at him with a quirked brow. Life after war and loss?
Would seem there was more to this man than what he presented to the world around
him. It was then she'd take a gander at his attire. "I guess it's alright, if
you are looking to stand out in a crowd." Focus lifted so her eyes met his.
"Although, I seriously doubt you need flashy attire to achieve that
position."


Chuckling deep into his tankard he'd simply nod at her
comment about his achievements. Lowering the rim, " I figured the last time
you'd witnessed me within the confinements of this establishment I was
rather... drab in appearance wound up finding myself useful, " Shouldering the back half of his chair, " I worked for a smithy for about 6 days, see this chin. "He'd point at it, " Use to have a 3 inch beard remember? " Shaking his head
like a slow pendulum, he'd grin, " it got burned off, those smithy’s can really
take the heat. " Another wry grin formed, his lips licking the excess fringe
of ale. It seemed they were beginning to speak to each other with dual metaphors. " Tell me something about you lady Carlotta, other then you are a barrister, what would you claim to be your most favorite thing to experience? " –D

Addition-:His particular station was one of middle ground
that allowed ease of excuse in both the high class, and low class. More
particular it had it's advantages with being capable of both keeping his head
down, and lifting his nose up when the situation called for it, which it often
did in his chosen extracurricular activities. Tonight was nothing more than a
pension for gambling and a fine appreciation of the finer sex. He was well
enough to enjoy debauchery now and then, the difference in his mentality
was that he made no attempt to cover up his actions or preach down from a
tier in falsehood of such clarity that it threatened to blind a man. No he
was a seasoned veteran of only lying when it suited him. It was nothing to remark, really, just another man entering a tavern filled with some his like. His garb was deceivingly less fancy than a previously adorned uniform, simple
vest of royal blue and leggings to match, offset by a deep bronze hued accents in the form of shoulder duster, and buttons. A man of medium to medium low
wealth, made currently stable by the well groomed appearance. What made his
entrance, perhaps, more noticeable was the line taken by his long of limb legs, and stamina found within them. It was with ease he navigated the crowd, his hands clasped behind back to better show case the broad width of shoulders. It
would be rude, but he suffered the consequences of injecting into the current
conversation.:...She is quite the actress, and playwright...:Came the
baritone voice over the shoulder of the chuckling man, thus it would be the
woman in green and gold whom would see him first. A nod was given to first that
woman, then that man whiles his steps, quite fluidly, took him about the pair
and to the chair on the opposite side of the lady that was currently
unoccupied. But quickly became a lavished throne by the exaggerated sprawl of the man atop it that spoke arrogance, what a fine display he had going tonight.
His comment seemed to be the limited engagement, and entrance for now. No
doubt the lady grasped it's meaning.:

"Hmm. Not what I would call the proper way to shave." Bit of
a grin as she'd make light of the situation as he did. His question about
herself was in the process of being considered for a proper answer, when one spoke forth in that male timber. It would be the answer which gained a glance up at Adolph with a rise of brow. A light chuckle then to sound and a slow shake of her head. "You honor me too much with a comment such as that, MiLord." Responded to Adolph, a glance then towards Garan. "If any were to bear the title of brave warrior, as you earlier exclaimed. I would have to bestow it upon this man. He saved my life the other night." She'd allow the men to make the introductions between themselves, as they were quite capable of such.


Mary probably should not have been out... but she was, keeping
to the shadows to hurry from the cold of night into the warmth and protection of the tavern. Surely there would be someone there she recognized, and if
not, well... she could make a new acquaintance. Lifting a hand and pressing it
to the door, she let herself into the alehouse. That hand went to her head to
pull the hood back from her face to allow her to look around. It was an
ever-curious gaze, and she wore her usual soft smile. Seeing Carlotta, and then
Garan, the smile brightened. "Good evening, friends." **
“Thank you for saving the lady which sits between us. Names, Garan of..... here and now. " His cuffed sleeve would dangle loosely beneath his wrist which was covered by the corvlett jacket still being worn even after
such ..hot debates..

[Carlotta]

" A savoir? " A steady gaze ran over Al, a brief
impression of him formed, one without judgment. He'd be forced to cross his
arm in front of Carlotta in order to offer his hand, " Then it seems you have
done a good deed sir in Isle's petite shadow would force him to turn his sight upon the cider drinking, ink quill writer, young lady Mary. A bit surprised to see her this late of eve, he'd gesture her towards the next open seat curving
round the broad hearth. " ...Mary, join us. " - D

Savior-:His smile was Cheshire in it's forming, a well
practiced thing that none the less seemed to offer complete humor. His voice
mimicked this mirth.:...Savior? Nae, the Lady makes it seem a far grander act
than it's truth...:His hand extended, a fleeting grasp of the other man's as the
joining of a second Lady offered excuse for such. Though the state of Garan's
garb would be noted, and filled amongst the other small ticks in Adolph's
brain. :..Adolph, of there and then...:His seat became a reclined thing, his
arms utilizing those of the furniture and his legs spread in male comfort to
rest leather soled heels on the planked wood below. That smile would again be
flashed, to the new comer Mary. A showing of teeth that made his clean shaven
face handsome, in a manner which could turn hearts or stomachs. Named for the
savior's mother, odd he never met a Jew named Mary. With the pair newly
occupied he turned his attention to the Lady in green, introductions were not
needed but he found curiosity in her.:...I fear I am ill dressed for a
London tavern in your presence Lady...:Asking why she was dressed so, without
actually asking. Linguistics was such a fun art.:

And thus it would seem the evening would be saved after all.
The tension which once filled the room had simply ebbed into oblivion. Then
entry of Mary would have her attention turn in her direction, along with the
presence of a genuine smile. "Good evening Mary. It's wonderful to see you
again." Adolph’s comment had her looking at him, and amusement would gleam
within those chestnut pools. "And just what would be a proper dress code,
MiLord?" Teasing nature to accompany the inquire. "All because I'm forced to dress in finery, to assist my father's impression upon the High Chancellor?" Soft tsk tsking to accompany that light chuckle. It was then she remembered her
initial impression of the man at her side, and would use it in that playful
manner. "Tonight I play the part of the peathingy." As if it were not her birth
right, but a simple act of deception. In many ways, her life was a deception
beknownst to only a very few.

The fire pit was loosing its luster as the logs had been ground down and chewed up by the flames. He'd rise so as to allow Mary to sit directly next to Carlotta who'd indeed been spared from having to answer his personal questions. One might pick up on his easy going interrogations, or ..not. His hands would clasp the backside of the high back seat so as to pull it back for Mary and upon her settling he'd easily roam over towards a stack of firewood. Hoisting several logs under one arm it would seem as though it was an ongoing task, for not one, not two, not three, but four logs would be secured. Carefully two would be pledged to the flames for nourishment with the promise of the second two once the flames initial assault calmed down.
Pausing, he'd pick at the wooden chips and debris which flaked over his newly
acquired suit coat, and thigh. It was far from a pompous act, but it might be
perceived as finicky. The fool, had to look the part..... of a fool did he not?
" What keeps you awake this night Mary, and would like some ale? " –D

She came to the small party and dipped in a polite curtsy,
midnight blue satin skirts pooling briefly on the floor around her before she
rose once more and moved to drop into the offered chair. "Many thanks." She
looked to the company gathered and smiled fondly. The young woman was
thrilled to have acquaintances numbering more than one, and her sister was
not even counted amongst them! Looking up to the Performer, she smiled. "I
suppose I could indulge in ale... if you do not tell on me. I fear it is not entirely lady-like to have such a drink." Hands lifted to unfasten the cloak's frog and she slid it back off her shoulders. It was a pale blue, square necked
bodice, small lace on the neck and at the ends of the sleeves, however other than that, void of decoration. "It is wonderful to see you again, Lady Carlotta,
and you, Mister Garan." Her gaze traveled to the other. "I'm not acquainted
with you, sir. My name is Mary."


thingy and Hen-:It was his turn to offer chuckle, a deep
thing from the barrel of his chest. It was his only answer to her question of
just what would be proper, the use of the description was quite remembered
and the humor of it did not surpass him, nor the under currents with it. Yet
any further comment he might have had, was taken away instead by the
conversation of the newest arrival and her eventually introduction to him.
:...I apologize for holding you at such disadvantage Mary for I am aware of your
name...:It having been said repeatedly.:..I am Adolph, or peathingy on
occasion and some words that would get you in far more trouble than an Ale
or two My Lady...:There was certain dangerous characteristic to his smirk. We all had parts to play after all, could he help it if he enjoyed the various masques. It was having said this that his attention, after a polite moment, turned from the Lady in blue to the Lady in green.:...Though my Lady Carlotta may inform you of them, could you convince her to share in your beverage of choice, though once again it seems you all know her far well than I, and thus her tastes...:What a delightful game he blade, with a knifes edge and
curiosity. How long until Lady Carlotta came to realize it?:


Hand lifted to press to lips, a soft feigned cough to keep
her laughter at bay, upon hearing Adolph introduces himself to Mary. Though
the glimmer of those rich brown colored eyes belied her amusement in full.
Soft clearing of throat as she peered over at Adolph from beneath the cover of
natural ebon lashes. Composure regained as her hand slowly lowered. "Ale
isn't something to my liking." Not that any present knew before, they would
now. She had requested a brandy, or Irish whiskey to add discreetly to her tea, and Garan had brought back a combination of both; which she had yet to realize,
having not tasted her tea since it was added. Glance towards Mary and Garan.
"Though if I was to have to offer a name beyond his given, I would have to
say Ladies Champion." She'd tease Adolph in that manner, he gave her no
reason upon their prior meeting of being a man who was easily insulted and
could take a joke as good as the best of them. Not to mention, he never delved deeply into what had driven her to the docks in the first place, nor had she openly offered. A manipulator of words could easily find a way to redirect a line of conversation. A glance then towards Mary. "How comes your stories?" A
glance towards the two men. "Mary writes the most wonderful stories, so alive
her characters become." Here was one of those ways of directing attention
from herself.

Side stepping the back halves of those chairs, he was
starting to resemble a bar tender. No problem for him, it was to his liking
to get what he wanted, at his own leisure and pace. A weak chuckle garbled
from the back of his throat, already someone else was being dubbed ' Sir Ladies
Champion.' No problem should Al wish to claim the title. Leaning towards the
bar keep, they talked briefly. Quite clearly the man's expression behind the
bar seemed quizzical. Still, he'd comply sliding one of those crystal
glasses into Gar's hand. Returning to where he'd laid his tankard, Garan's
back would face the sitting trio in a very non-chalet way. Turning back round
his steps pressed him closer to Mary, lowering the fine cut glass towards
her, inside it. Not some fine drink or fancy wine, but simply a third of his
ale. Yea, he'd run out of coin and managed to talk the ale'sman bar keep into
just giving him a d**n fancy empty glass of which indeed swam with his germs,
saliva, and of course good will. " You're drink Mary. " – D

She chuckled softly at Carlotta's addition and nodded. "I'm
warned." It was an easy smile and she tipped it to Adolph in response. Of
course, at the woman's gracious compliment, she blushed fiercely and dipped
her head. "You are very kind, Lady Carlotta; thank you... although somehow I am
not entirely certain they would share your opinion." She looked up at Garan
and smiled. "Many thanks." She hadn't intended for him to purchase the drink
for her, and thus coins were slid from her purse and held out to him. Her
attention shifted back to the lady. Since the painted peathingy seemed more
interested in the green woman than anything else, she may as well give the
woman her attention, as well. "I trust you have been well since last we spoke?" **

Between Lines-:His smile never faltered, though it was hard
for it to reach the black hue of his eyes. Questions were being answered more
rapidly than the others, perhaps, realized. In example, he began to click
away the stored information. Mary was not socially skilled, or at least not
use to the general class in which she now verbally addressed. The Ale hinted
at lower up bringing, and apparently she was not one often for late nights
or nights out on town, brought to attention by Garan's comment. In addition
she was a writer, though not one currently in top fashion with the court
given previously noted mannerisms, still she was either growing in social
circles or was being put as use for someone else. Garan was a man who's image
mattered, less to himself but more in that he wanted his image perceived a
certain way. This could be seen in the specific movements given in the
extending of hand and the adjusting of his garments, as well as the speed at which he removed the particles of wood from his clothing. He wanted to be liked, so much so that he was polite and socialable while manage to move and remove
himself at will. He observed, using those excuses of movement. He was either
not wealthy, or attempting to appear as such. It was obvious the man wore a
mask of sorts, and the rest would be determined at a later date. Now, the
lady in green. She was not English, and had a bad habit of being loyal to her
home shown in everything from her choosing of colors to her choice in drinks.
She was well practiced at social graces, but as previous encounters spoke had
a hot temper that sometimes betrayed her. Once again she was well practiced in
evading personal insight, and took no comment as innocent though the true
depth at which she understood the game was not yet understood. She was
socially well connected, growing in connections made note of by her comment of
the party and whom it was to entertain, in addition the ability to leave
without losing much in the way of face shown in her easy method. All three
knew each other only a small portion, and by the sounds of it Garan had similar
ideas, though be it less...smooth, as the Fox did in his manner of
questioning. No, tonight was a fruitful night. He remained silent, an opening
for conversation would present itself and he had no intention of interjecting when information was being spilled freely.:

"If words of truth are kind, then so be it Milady." Responded to Mary as she offered the woman the kind, gentle nature of her smile. "Have you had a chance to meet the Playwright as of yet?" Too bad the
earlier situation has the man leaving post haste, if she had not. Though earlier this evening, introductions had not gone well, not as they planed out at the
present. "I've been quite well, thank you for asking. Busy with my tasks of
fulfillment to the Crown." Her second home being the vast spans of the Castle library in research, of not only legal matters needing to be tended to, but her own research to find an answer to the King's situation. It was for more than
simply helping the King for if this was done right, and she found the answers to his plight, that would give the other Barristers a metaphorical black eye. All
their comments, jests and rude teasing to be revenged against, and to be
able to wipe their smug smiles from their lips as she gained her placement
through efforts of her own. There would be other benefits as well, ulterior
motives beyond recognition. A glance spared in Adolph's direction when he
became quiet, then upon Garan before her mug would now be lifted to take that first sip of her spiked beverage. Prepared not she was for the strength of the
liquor it contained. So noted as eyes widened slightly, features paled before
gaining that flush appearance accompanied by a cough. A tea tottler at best was
she, liquor something usually nursed through the course of an evening. Cup
quickly set aside as she now worked on capturing that stolen breath.

He eyed those coins being handed towards him, the spheres bouncing light from the fire pit now glowing a bright orangish yellow. He'd only take one, then literally pull back his chair feeling the heat embellishing the air. Good thing Garan couldn't read minds, because he'd probably applaud the fox's generalizations of whom Adolph thought each person sitting in this their fire pit's fellowship ring was. But.. alas in fact, he wasn't accurate. This is what he liked about generalizations, people often believed whole heartedly what they witness in regards to others offering first impressions. Planting himself on the end of their line up had been deliberate on his part. Being a man of strategic means, his purpose for his post was so as to glean from their conversations. Often people felt it most necessary to speak more often to those seated closest to them. If the fox Adolph was being cunning, the fool Garan was fibbing, and the fox was buying it. Ah, life was good. Gar pulled the remains from his tankard that being the last of his ale, then closed his eyes. The song of snoring be heard vibrating through slightly pressed lips. The comfortable chairs, the warmth of the fresh heat, the dull lulling conversing and reasonably good ale made for the perfect combination
of which pulled him into the neither world of sleep.