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Kriege-Norian highway/Random inn


The rain was finally starting to die down, but it was still coming down hard. The lone inn along the highway between the two big provinces was a popular stop for weary travelers as well as people wanting to escape the elements like tonight. With the Dwarves having occupied the roads, places like this was struggling. But now that the provinces and the Old Empire was fighting them back, the roads were opening up once again.

Bernardt rode Mozart into the stables and dismounted, handing the reins to the stable boy along with a generous amount of gold. He took off his backpack from the horse's back, slung it over his own along with his Bolter, and made his way through the mud and deluge towards the front door. When he finally reached it, he practically fell through the door and almost slipped thanks to the mud. But he was quick to regain his footing and made his way towards a corner where he dropped into a seat and draped the drenched cloak over the chair next to him, exposing his brigandine travelling armour and the Watcher emblem on his pauldrons. It was cold, but the cloak did its duty to keep him dry and the hearth not too far from him was doing an excellent job of warming the place up.

He ordered a pint of ale, a loaf of bread, a block of cheese and a whole roasted chicken before retreating into himself and idly watching the goings-on of the place. He had many reasons to be out here, most of them easily summed up as Watcher work. Even now he was still on the job to hunt down something in the area. But there was another reason that he kept to himself. One that cut deep...

It didn't take long before the ale arrived and he took a healthy swig of it while he waited for his other items to arrive. His eyes tiredly darted around, curious to see what other people might come falling through that door in the dark of the night.

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It was a shame the rain was starting to disperse; it had been rather pleasant company for the last couple hours but his next stop was in sight and with any luck would provide him with an excuse to sample something new, places like this tended to be ether surprisingly interesting or bland as mud after all.

Stopping he tapped a finger to his lips as the inn came in sight before reaching down into the pouch at his waste and withdrawing a brown overcoat and donning the rapidly soaking accessory. Sure it wasn’t needed but it prevented unnecessary and rather annoying questions, he’d learned that lesson more than once.

His nose crinkled in distaste as he gazed upon the…entrance to the establishment, he was going to be disappointed wasn’t he? The walls looked like they hadn’t had a good clean in years and if the amount of mood that caked the entrance was any indication then nether had the porch. Barbarians.

with a flick of his wrist the door opened and he stepped into building, leaving the comforting rain behind in favour of the sights and smells over the tav…..oh was that cinnamon? That was cinnamon and spiced berry’s? Oh that sounded just delightful right now.

With a bounce to his steps he headed to the counter and cheerfully ordered ‘one of everything’ before finding a seat and dumping his overcoat now that it had outlived its usefulness.

Pulling a book and an ink set from his pocket he carefully set them down on the table, before taking his first sip of the ‘house specialty’ and nodding, it was of average taste and an inferior knock off of something he’d tasted before but would serve as a decent pallet cleanser. Making a note he moved the cup to the side while he waited for the first ‘dish’ to arrive, already the place had a new influx of scents and the kitchen was rapidly filled with motion.

it was relaxing, still he swore he would kill for a decent cup of tea right now, he knew he should have stocked up on leaves before this but nooo.
 
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"Stop it. Your feathers are waterproof my armour ain't." Syvar grumbled braving the mud to catch up for every stride Avalanche took Syvar needed to make three to keep up, and Gryphon had a mind of his own today. They passed beneath a canopy creating a momentary break in the downpour, Avalanche extended his wing. Stepping back into the rain he would fold it back always finding a way to brush it against Syvar's head or hair.

He always did something like this, the Gryphon had learned this trick recently; that by annoying Syvar enough that he simply got sick of the road and made for shelter. Avalanche was tired, and Avalanche would get what he wants.

"Fine but I shalln't catch a cold for you." The Gryphon cooed in reply how insane it must have appeared, for him to be speaking to an animal. Thankfully, no one was around and shelter was nearby in the shape of the local Inn.

Reaching the door he glanced back in time to see Avalanche watching the stableboy with interest as he tried to lead the animal to the pasture as instructed. Gryphons were far too large for any ordinary stable and besides he wouldn't put it past Avalanche to consider the horses as food otherwise. Had he not paid a premium he half expected the pup to go fleeing crying havoc. He still might but it wouldn't be the first time.

"If he causes a ruckus I will be inside." He said with finality cleaning what mud he could from his boots before heading inside, it was quiet as many of the other Inns had been hardly surprising. Paladin Rendain had already been named Marshal of the order, and missives issued in response to a threat encroaching from the north. Dwarves or so he was told had been attacking supply trains and merchants, with forces spread thin from all the fighting outlaws usually, no better than refugees from the worst affected areas began adding to the mounting troubles.

Graciously accepting the boiled water he ordered and with it his comfort he turned to survey the patrons while it warmed his hands. A Kitsune drew his immediate attention, sat by a table piled up with steaming plates of food, and the second a man more heavily armoured than most present sat in his corner observing the comings and goings of the folk here.

Looking back over his shoulder he said to the Innkeeper, "If it is agreeable Ser I would request that you provide me with three portions of raw meat on the morrow. And a mead if you would be so kind." It was a peculiar ask but given coin they did not argue nor question.

It had been many moons since he had the company of other souls, and he welcomed the presence of a fellow knight even if they hailed from an order not his own. "Hail Ser, how do you find the ale?" Syvar asked eagerly.

"And the food." He added more cautiously looking to the Kitsune.
 
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The food arrived and Bernardt immediately started out by making a small sandwich of the items. As he was done piling on the strips of chicken and cheese on the slice of bread, he smelled a peculiar scent. He glanced up, spotting a Kitsune entering the building. Immediately he raised an eyebrow, curious how other patrons will react to one of them in the inn. Hopefully he wouldn't need to step in and stop a fight.

The second person that entered was also off. He smelled differently, like he had spent several days in a Gryphon nest. He also carried himself differently than the rest. With pride and an air of confidence. Not an average peasant, that's for sure.

His eyes moved towards the Kitsune who ordered literally everything they had to offer. "I hope you got the coin for it all, fox." he heard the innkeeper say rather bitterly at the man before doing as he was asked. He sighed, shook his head, and started to devour his meal. Already he could feel some eyes moving towards the Kitsune's presence.

His head shot up when the other man joined him at his table, inquiring about the food and drink. But the glance at the Kitsune wasn't appreciated. "The food's just fine." he said flatly, returning to his meal. "You got a problem with him being in here, you can keep that to yourself." he continued with a mouth half full. "...Ale could be better, though." he added as he picked up his mug and took a sip to wash the food down.

He looked up from his meal and studied the man. He stunk of gryphon. But his armament and attire was odd. Definitely noble. "That's fine steel. You a knight?" he asked the man, taking another slice and starting to build a second sandwich.

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Oh I have plenty” he gave a fake smile as he casual jiggled a bag of coins, placing them down one by one with an almost painful slowness until the required amount was met.
he stood there smiling for a moment before the barkeeper turned away and stated on his order, he had not missed any of the insults aimed at him, nor the ones said rapidly under breath but as long as his food was not poisoned it was of little consequence.

And with that he turned his attention elsewhere, if he had wanted to care about what people thought he would have lived a far more boring life after all, he liked interesting things and as long as the man’s food was up to snuff he wouldn’t complain. Now. Onto the good stuff he grinned as he went about dissecting each dish. hmm, looks like the chef had not poisoned anything, shame, he had almost filled out a scorecard. there was always the next inn he supposed.


He lifted a mug as he was addressed by the newcomer “mostly expectedly average, though I would recommend a couple” he made rapid points towards several dishes on his left, each with a single portion missing, he paused as the knight talked in his defence before offering his own assessment “The house mead is also pleasant enough if you want something to battle the rains chill, even if it is a knock of the blend from the next inn down”. The shot at the wine wasn’t needed but he was apparently feeling slightly petty today. He took another sip as he examined the two more talkative individuals in the room, well the ones with manners at least.


Both had interesting smells on them and he could feel the faint hum of magic on the spear the newcomer carried, perhaps it would be interesting enough to entertain them both for a while, god knows he was starved for any sort of intellectual discussion otherwise and as a bonus it was likely to dissuade the bartender to be any stupider then he already had been.


He made a motion to his table “feel free to grab something on the left side If you wish, while I could eat all of this by myself it would either result in me getting rather round or spending the morning running my tail off” he chuckled at the thought, it had only happened once after all “I would be happy to trade for a story of two from such interesting individuals ...or perhaps if luck would have it some tea leaves” he glances with a hopeful expression. “you would not believe how difficult it has been to get a decent cup of tea lately!”
 
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The barkeep seemed especially grumpy today, he dare not say he knew the man and perhaps there was something more to it but his reaction was a little uncalled for and warranted mild concern if he discovered the Gryphon next door. This far out monsters were monsters, few differentiated between a Dragon and a Goblin except one was larger and had a tendency of setting nearby crops ablaze, that or kidnapping the Princess.

Admittedly, he wasn't immune from placing some of the same stigmas. Rumour would have Kitsune be tricksters and rogues not the sort of company 'nobility' would keep, and the Watcher had taken notice.

"You got a problem with him being in here, you can keep that to yourself." He said, mouth half full of bread and meat hardly the company he had hoped to meet. Oh well, he sighed mentally before offering his reply.

"Not at all good Ser. On the contrary, I find their presence to be intriguing." He nodded, that was a lie but he'd been pleasantly surprised before. "Of sorts, a Knight of the Rose. However, my Captain gave me leave to pursue my own interests although it would not be much of a surprise if that changed soon. Dire news from the northern reaches and with Leore so close..." He drifted off in thought

Hastily dismissing it he added, "Still, best not sour the night with such tales. My name is Syvar, may I have the honour of knowing yours Ser?"

He then awaited the reply before glancing to the Kitsune offering him food, it was unwise not to accept the gift particularly if it meant avoiding a misunderstanding. "Why thank you, I am sure there is a couple of anecdotes I could share. Truthfully, it would be a pleasure to merely have the company after so long on the road."

He took a healthy portion of the Kitsunes offering thanking him for it before becoming seated again, "Please feel free to join us, and your name?" He said with mild excitement.

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Bernardt eyed the man, not buying his answer at all. He continued to explain his origin and also proceeded to introduce himself. Bernardt had to fight back the urge to laugh at the man and throw some jokes at Leore. In the past he admired them, but these days he saw them as a joke. A bunch of boys in armour who cared more about their looks than their lands.

But he didn't want to stir trouble, so he kept those thoughts to himself. "Bernardt. Watcher of Kriege." he introduced himself to the man. "And those Dwarves shouldn't be that much of a problem, at least not anymore. We've been working to clear the roads in and around Kriege while our soldiers keep their forces at bay." he explained to the man. He was very curious to hear what Leore was doing to keep their borders safe, but he didn't ask. "I also managed to get rid of a scouting party a ways from here while travelling from Kriege." he continued before taking a sip of ale.

He turned to look at the Kitsune who joined into their conversation, offering some of the ludicrous amounts of food around him. Bernardt was tempted to accept the fox's food, but right now he was content with his chicken. He liked this chicken.

His eyes darted towards the knight when he invited the Kitsune over. He was curious whether it was genuine or an attempt to keep the peace. Either way, the gesture seemed to catch the attention of some of the other patrons.

Bernardt moved his chair up and positioned his meal to somewhat be between him and the Kitsune. While it seemed to be an attempt to make more room for the fox, it was more an attempt to hide his scent...though whether it would work or not, he wasn't sure. He had to change in order to take out those Dwarves in a timely manner, and he hadn't had a chance to wash the scent off properly yet.

He hoped the fox couldn't smell him.

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“Kuri, like the food but with more Ku and Ri” he nodded and started to move most of the items closer to the two interesting fellows. He did leave a few items behind in order to leave room but honestly poison could only improve the taste of those.

It had been a while since he had a proper Nightshade cocktail, unfortunately his stock of those ran out a couple months ago and he hadn’t the chance to restock yet, much like the tea leaves.


“Oh yes, where was I?” he blinked and shook his head to clear out the stray thoughts “I suppose you could call me a traveling chief, seeing the sights, sampling the food, enjoying the wonderful company” he winked before looking around the room and the other patrons “ There was supposedly some rather interesting ingredients around here but with all the rain and random violence going on it's been rather troublesome securing them, then there is the small issue that some of them tend to object rather violently upon finding out they are an ingredient.” he shrugged and raising the mead to his mouth and taking a few sips.

“So far it’s been a shamefully boring couple weeks” he admitted, in truth it had, he was still figuring out where to go from here and how far he could push his current hobby before he moved onto something else, indulging on others cooking was becoming stale considering that the last few places he’d been to where bland boring and variations on the same thing.

“Only two muggings, three attempted poisonings and the one person who wanted to pet me” he stopped and shook his head at that “That was just embarrassing, still it comes with the curse of having such a fabulous coat, it tends to make others jealous” or braindead lumps of flesh who’s purpose in life was to waste away in the annals of history, but saying so in this crowd was a trouble that he couldn’t be bothered with right now, he was still….okay he was tolerating the food but it would be a waste to just leave it.
He tilted his head slightly as his eyes rolled and his body bounced in an approximation of a shrug “Normally I can at least complete a scorecard before the month's end” he flipped to a page in the back of the book where there was indeed a ‘bingo’ table of random events from muggings to cat stuck in a tree.
He was keeping quiet on the fact that he’d only doodled that thing out of boredom a week ago, still it made for a good story.

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"Then Bernardt I pray that it is brought to a swift end, too many citizens already have been displaced by such conflict forcing them to banditry and other such madnesses against their fellow man," Syvar said sincerely, he had been away from Leore for some few years now travelling the realm in search of a purpose. The aristocracy and its betrayal of his father brought to light many of its shortcomings.

Then the Kitsune joined them, and a feeling of regret loomed over him and he began to wonder if he had remained silent would it have troubled itself to approach them. The irony was not lost to him moments ago he considered the possibility of Avalanche being discovered and how others might react now he was acting the very same way towards Kuri. Dismissive. It was shameful he realised.

Silence had descended around them and he doubted very much that it was to enjoy the Kitsunes stories. It felt closer to the calm before a battle, one that he would surely be dragged into. He glanced over his shoulder to the Innkeep, burly tomato faced man could probably throw a good punch. Probably had friends and toughs amongst the patrons too.

The Kitsune had insulted his cooking and now abandoned much of his hard work by the table for flies to eat. He might as well spat in his face, "That is an amusing story and I would love to hear more of your... exploits, but perhaps we should retire for the night?" Syvar smiled politely, he only heard half of it but could draw some comparisons to how Avalanche was treating him earlier.

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As much as Bernardt didn't want to, he paid attention all the way. A curse of his from his past relationship. Now it was old habit to simply pay attention to literally everything people were saying around him. At least the talk of plants and ingredients was something he could follow. "If you're looking for tea, you are a bit off. There isn't much tea in this area. You'll be more likely to find it closer to Noria or in Kriege's marketplaces." he explained to him, going all the way back to the first thing the Kitsune asked them. "As for good recipes and interesting herbs...it's about as colourful as this place's occupants." he started to eat away on his chicken.

And once again he listened to Kuri talk. But this time he didn't say anything. He did spot the sketch in the back of his notebook, though.

He didn't look up as Syvar spoke, but the annoyance on his face was clear. "Feel free, I'm still busy here." he said flatly, picking at his chicken. When he was done with that he put it aside and started to finish his bread and cheese.

Unfortunately, things weren't going to be so smooth for them. A group of men, clearly regulars to the establishment, approached the table. "Now what do we have here?" one of the men started. "A fox who doesn't know to stay out of people's territories." he continued, resting his hands on the table as he loomed over them.

Bernardt didn't do much other than move a hand under the table and glance at the whole thing. His hand snaked around the grip of his Bolter as he continued to eat. His longsword and dagger was also just beside his hand, ready to be drawn.

"And a bunch of spineless twats who allows it to sit with them as well..." he spoke as he glared at Syvar and Bernardt. His small group of about 6 or so men shuffled closer to try and intimidate the trio...

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A tired sigh escaped his lips for a moment before it was quickly replaced with a mask of boredom “what do we have here?” he parroted the man’s words back “A Mistake who clearly doesn’t have enough survival instincts to realise that maybe picking on the fox who had been traveling alone on roads occupied by ongoing conflicts and wild beasts may not be a good idea, the Fox who had enough coin and confidence to leisurely walk in and order what he pleased, the Fox who would talk about muggins and poisonings like they were old friends? The Fox who is ignoring your rather bland and mundane threats?” he rolled his eyes even as he subtly made sure all his equipment was in working order

He leaned to the side slightly so as to move quickly as he needed, despite his words a good blow could knock him out rather easily if not for his defences, and even then they wouldn’t mast long against a group. His eyes slid from Syvar to Bernard before forcing a small smile onto his features.

“It seems I may have outstayed my welcome however, and as I am in no mood this ...comedy act I will say my farewells, it was rather interesting to meet a polite individual in a place such as this for once, now” he spoke hands clapping together with a loud slap as he got to his feet and Smiled at the apparent leader “Please move. His featured twisted into a feral smile as he saw the man take an involuntary step back as somewhere in the back of his drunken mind something clicked that maybe this wasn’t the wisest move.

Well at least that improved his chances of leaving without a bruise, though hed encountered enough groups like this to know that logic and what was best was rarely the voice they would listen to.

Still, one could hope, his thumb pressed against the underside of one of his rings, if needed he would vanish the moment he was out of sight, if all went well? Well at least he would have saved a charge.

Of course, he had barely taken his first step towards the exist, when one of the men threw a punch at his head, one easy enough to dodge but it was an action that seemed to have given the others enough confidence to turn this into an actual brawl.

It was the second is that caused him problems however hitting him in the side with enough force to lift him off his feet momentarily and knock him back into an otherwise unequipped set of chairs.

He felt the barrier around his skin flicker and die as he stood back up, well then…this was rather unfortunate…


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Syvar was already on his feet when the gang barged in to their conversation, seeing the men approach he held his ground as they began to fling insults at the Kitsune, he bit his lower lip. Then they turned on himself and Bernardt proclaiming them 'spineless twats', listening to Kuri's speech he thought he handled himself quite well although he could have said it a little more diplomatically.

Defusing the situation was always better but he supposed conflict was a forgone conclusion, and he had a part to play in all this; inviting Kuri over in the first place. He couldn't simply standby and allow this injustice to happen, Kuri's blood wasn't his fault after all and there was a law to uphold.

"I suppose I will not be getting that chicken then... Damn it Leroy" Syvar sighed to himself, as the gang exchanged blows with Kuri who stumbled back. To Kuri's credit, he absorbed the blow rather well even though he lacked armour either he or Bernardt had.

Reaching back he gripped his half-full tankard and stepped into space Kuri had left, to come between them and throw the contents onto the closest knaves face, using the opening he placed his hard leather gauntlet into the man's gut bringing him to his knees if only temporarily. "Oh my, did you drop a coin or something?" Syvar asked not bothering to look down at the peasant. The man had friends and the effect was far better this way, he had decent armour and a shield if necessary better they attacked him than Kuri and maybe Bernardt could get some blows in edgeways if he joined them.

He had no reason to indulge their off-hand comments, that would give credence to their words better to simply ignore it and return in kind. This was a mercy although they would not likely appreciate that until someone else came 'knocking'.

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Bernardt didn't look at them. He didn't pay them any mind. That was until Kuri decided that it was a good idea to go on a monologue. Things only escalated from there and soon enough they were throwing punches.

Despite that, he still sat where he was. He calmly ate his bread and sipped at his ale. But his blissful evening would quickly be ruined when one of them collided with the table. The ale spilled all over, ruining his meal and also getting on his armour. He looked up, his eyes flashing a faint gold before returning to the normal brown. He rose from his feet, brought up his Bolter, and fired.

The sound of the abnormally powerful weapon firing along with the blood curdling scream did an amazing job of getting everyone's attention. One of the thugs had his arm impaled against the wall by the bolt, trying to pry the bolt from the wall to no avail. He wasn't going anywhere.

"Alright, listen here. Not only did you attack him without provocation, but you also ruined my meal. This thing is powerful enough to fire through four of you. And I have no issue letting it loose." he spoke coldly, aiming the weapon at the thugs with one hand. His other hand was resting on the pommel of his dagger. "You two are staying right where you are." he ordered the duo that shared his table. "The rest of you, get out. Either find somewhere else to sleep or stand in the corner for an hour like the kids you are." he spoke to the thugs.

They eyed him for a good long while, weighing their options, but ultimately relented. They pried their friend off the wall and made their way outside. Though, given what creature was waiting outside in the stables for them, it wasn't going to be an easy evening...

"You two are lucky I don't break your noses for that spectacle." he said harshly to the duo, pointing his weapon at the both of them before placing it on the ground again beside his bag. He walked over to the bar, then entered behind it to serve himself. The innkeeper probably bailed somewhere when things went south. "At least we have plenty of food so I think that counts for something." he muttered, pulling one of Kuri's plates closer and proceeding to pick out the veggies in a bowl of stew. The veggies were all placed in a pile on a plate next to the bowl, allowing Bernardt to eat the things his body allowed.

"Seeing as we have to serve ourselves, do either of you want anything?" he asked them as he took a mug and filled it with beer.

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Tapping a number of his rings he considered his options before his attention was stolen as Syvar surprisingly rose in ether defence of him or for entertainment, Their there enough tales of what knights did in their off time that ether option would surprise him. Still if it gave him the opportunity to vanish then who was he to complain?

He felt himself flinch away as the scent of copper filled the air accompanied soon after by the screams of the man whose arm was now impaled to the wall. Brutal but effective.

He sat in relative silence as the thugs trickled out while waiting for his pendant to recharge, something that almost completed before the warden spoke again and the chimeric monstrosity of a weapon was pointed at him, while his barrier should be able to mitigate most of the damage when it was fully charged, it wasn’t something that he was particularly interested in trying out, especially since the second shot would most likely result in his body missing something vital.

Still if he tweaked ...no bad, this year was Food, not weapons, blades where last year, and while interesting ranged weapons where to close for him not to lose interest far too quickly to be enjoyable still...he couldn’t help but let him mind wander…Hmm…bolts… biscuits? They were kind of similar?

Talking a few plates in hand he joined the watcher in the bar area, while he could probably slip into the night...he technically owed them a debt of gratitude and such a thing was rude to just bail on.

Still that couldn't keep him from grimercing at the state of abuse the kitchens implements were kept under, no wonder the food was as lousy as they where, when was the last time that pot was cleaned?!

he took a moment to calm himself before reaching into his jacket pocket and drawing force a case of knives that was far bigger than the pocket itself.

“How about you let me handle that? For all you two did I may as well treat you to my own speciality”

He turned to each of his 'customers', examining each in turn before nodding. Starting his work with practiced ease he started preparing his planned dish, each ingredient being treated with a burst of myst to imbue and enhance the flavour as he worked. Chicken seemed to be a favourite among those two, if he added a few different types of cheese, the milk and butter he'd been saving, yes those along with a handful of herbs should make a decent enough dish, certainly leagues better than anything this place was capable of serving. Oh and some shortbread bolts on the side, that would be fun, especially if he mixed in some myst assisted random flavours!
 
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Flinching Syvar turned hearing the whizz of the bolt at close range, his senses weren't nearly as attuned as either Kuri or Bernardt but he recognised it immediately. Bernardt was as precise in his shoot as the commands he issued. Lowering his defence he stepped aside to watch them stumble out of the common room one after another, into the murky blackness beyond.

"Now they brave the dead of night, least the roads should be clear." He said turning to see Bernardt make for the bar, and Kuri a few steps behind. Now they were raiding the place, no better than the bandits they sent running. Had this been a city the guards would come running and he would have no issue in making his displeasure known, but here in the wilderness perhaps it was the lesser evil. The alternative could end in further disagreement, and right now he couldn't afford to further antagonise the Watcher.

"Better they get a bloodied nose than a punctured heart." He replied in response to Bernardt's comment. He approached the bar nodding at Bernardt, "Another mead perhaps, I wasted the last. An interesting weapon, do all Watchers carry one?" He asked while glancing back at the pool he left on the floor.

When he turned back Kuri had already made himself at home in the cookery, "You are a Chef, Kuri?" He asked uncertain as to the Kitsunes profession, had anyone asked him a moment go cooking would not be at the top of his list.

Meanwhile...

Heavy rushed footsteps approach from the road with several men bursting onto the scene, startled Avalanche reared his head with a soft growl. He was separated from many of the other animals, placed out of sight as too not cause a mass panic amongst the beasts. It was the dead of night and no one had any right disturbed him at this hour, a couple grabbed mules and horses from the stable to ride away while a couple remained speaking amongst themselves.

Their voices growing gradually louder as they approached, when the first stepped into his pen Avalanche reared his head recoiling at the scent of alcohol. The second noticed him first and pointed at him screaming, causing the second to drop his lantern and bolt.

Kuri Bernardt Veil
 

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