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A Night To Be Festive

[City of Kaezar, Tempest Road at Avanil Way, Crossroads]
Sitting in the shadow of the clock tower to the east, a large building occupies the entire south side of the block. Extremely rutted from the carts and wagons that traffic to the northern, eastern, western and southern sections of Kaezar City, the road is a quagmire of mud and deep puddles. Also here is Illuriel and Tracker.
Obvious exits are south, north, west, and east.

Arknor walks in.
Arknor's group follows him.
Illuriel opens her mouth as if to say something.

> l breliv
Deep red eyes can be seen within the folds of a hooded overcloak, although the facial features remain obscured. Overly long arms hang from wide shoulders while small patches of hair cover large hands.
Breliv's hands are empty.
He is wearing a hooded overcloak.

> l brel's overcloak
Made of fine wool dyed a crisp black, the heavy cowled hood is trimmed in miniature runes of brilliant yellow silk, embroided by deep crimson threading. A smattering of identical yellow silk runes are splayed across each massive shoulder, outlined in heavy crimson braiding. A series of crimson bloodstones
set in polished daun fasten the heavy overcloak down its great length.

> l arknor
Features masked by a massive hooded overcloak, the figures' towering, slightly stoop-shouldered silhouette commands attention. Deep red eyes and a glint from something dark can be seen within the folds of the cowled hood. The shoulder width, easily as great as two humans, supports overly long arms. Thick coarse
hair covers the back of a hand.
Arknor's hands are empty.
He is wearing a small sack and a hooded overcloak.

> l ark's sack
This is your typical small sack. It's small.
> l ark's over
Made of fine wool dyed a crisp black, the heavy cowled hood is trimmed in miniature runes of brilliant yellow silk, embroided by deep crimson threading. A smattering of identical yellow silk runes are splayed across each massive shoulder, outlined in heavy crimson braiding. A series of crimson bloodstones
set in polished daun fasten the heavy overcloak down its great length.

You nod politely.
Tracker growls.
Arknor strolls into the building.
Arknor's group follows him out.
Illuriel glances at Tracker.
A look of intense hatred crosses Tracker's face.
You ask, "What's this all about, then?"
Tracker disbands his group.
Illuriel begins to say something to you, then decides against it.
Tracker says, "I have something to do."
Illuriel glances at Tracker.
Tracker glances at his shiny steel sheath.
You ask, "Wouldn't it be more prudent to call the guard?"
You ask, "Especially since you aren't one at the moment?"
Tracker says, "I'm going to murder him, unless you want me arrrested, no."
You ask, "Wouldn't you rather have him arrested?"
Tracker says, "No."
You say, "You haven't been able to kill him thus far."
Tracker strolls into the building.
You stroll into the building.

[Crossroads Inn, Common Room]
Thinly varnished oak walls enclose this common room. Stretching along the back wall is a grimy datiawood bar, its wood counter warped from age and spilled drinks. An old, rather ornate chandelier is suspended from the ceiling and illuminates a menu that hangs over a small sign, which is tacked to a beam behind the bar. Wooden tables, chairs, benches and stools are scattered throughout the room, and a small lyre leans against a trash can, waiting to be played. Leading up to the second floor is a set of misshapen rickety stairs. You see Arknor, Breen the barkeep, and Breliv (seated on a wooden chair). Also here is Tracker and Denivorium (seated on a wooden bench).

The aroma of freshly cooked food fills the air.

Muffled voices can be heard from nearby tables.
The only obvious exit is out.

Breliv swallows some sweet saxumberry juice.
Arknor nods to Breen.
The dwarf gives him a half-hearted nod.
Breen the barkeep turns his back to Arknor, obviously not interested in what he has to say.
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
A look of intense hatred crosses Tracker's face.
Arknor says, "Usually the people here are friendly for the most part."
Arknor nods to Breen.
Illuriel comes into the bar.
Breliv glances at the patrons.
Arknor seats himself down at a table.
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Tracker says, "Yeah, they seem to cater to murders and bandits lately."
Tracker walks over to a wooden chair.
Tracker leans on Arknor.
Arknor says, "Ah Tracker, and a good eve to you."
Breliv scoots closer to Arknor.
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Saebra comes into the bar.
Breen the barkeep nods to Illuriel.
You say, "Grand, another bloody brawl."
Saebra glances at her hands.
Illuriel walks over to Saebra.
Breliv glances fearfully at Tracker.
Illuriel hugs Saebra.
Arknor says, "This is one of my son's, Breliv."
Saebra peers curiously at you.
Saebra hugs Illuriel.
Arknor says, "He was released this day."
Illuriel smooches Saebra.
Saebra smooches Illuriel.
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Saebra peers at Arknor.
Tracker says, "I'm still going to get you. If it takes another exploding wagon..." to Arknor.
Illuriel peers curiously at Breliv.
Breliv scoots even closer to Arknor.
Arknor says, "In fact, drinks for all. On me."
Arknor looks a bit queasy.
Arknor momentarily loses his balance.
Arknor puts a huge mass of sovereigns on a bar.
Arknor says, "This is a night to celebrate."
Illuriel says, "No way, I remember last time somone bought us all drinks."
You say, "I'll take you up on that."
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Illuriel cringes.
You smile slightly.
You get a few sovereigns from a bar.
You hand Breen the barkeep some money.
Breen pours some Shades of Night Ale into a jar and hands it to you saying, "May the gods bless the Queen of Nellcwyln till the end of her days!"
Arknor nods to you.
Saebra asks, "Celebration?"
Arknor says, "The ale taint half bad."
Arknor nods to Saebra.
A look of intense hatred crosses Tracker's face.
Saebra looks confused.
You say, "One would think that if you have a grudge against the man, you could take it up elsewhere, Tracker."
Illuriel leans on Saebra.
Saebra leans on Illuriel.
You say, "Instead of going on with these futile attacks, I mean honestly."
Arknor momentarily loses his balance.
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Arknor drains his pint jar dry!
Seeing that it's empty, Arknor sets his pint jar aside.
Saebra asks, "What exactly is there to celebrate?"
Arknor says, "My son being released."
Arknor points at Breliv.
Tracker says, "Jurion, unless you care to step in line behind him, hold your tongue."
Arknor gets a handful of sovereigns from a bar.
Arknor hands Breen the barkeep some money.
Breen pours some Shades of Night Ale into a jar and hands it to Arknor saying, "May the gods bless the Queen of Nellcwyln till the end of her days!"
Breen the barkeep gives Arknor his change.
You raise an eyebrow in Tracker's direction.
Saebra nods to Arknor understandingly.
Breliv seems to shrink into his overcloak.
Saebra says, "That makes a bit more sense."
Saebra walks over to Tracker.
Saebra leans on Tracker.
You say, "If I'm not mistaken, I helped serve Vek so I could say what I liked, whenever I liked."
Arknor says, "My youngest son is still being held, but im sure he will be free soon."
You seat yourself at a table.
Arknor says, "One is."
You sip some Shades of Night Ale from your pint jar.
Tingling and crisp, this ale slides down your throat, leaving a warm trail in its wake.
Tracker says, "And, so your a kiss arse? Don't mean jack to me, boy."
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Breliv sips some sweet saxumberry juice from his tall clear glass.
Saebra asks, "Have they told what the price will be to free the youngest?"
Saebra peers at Arknor.
Arknor says, "Looks like the queen did do good with the ale."
You say, "No, I'm merely pointing out that violence is hardly accomplishing anything."
Arknor says, "More of the same that i have been doing. Evidently my last shipment was good enough to get Breliv released."
Saebra nods to Arknor.
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Illuriel ponders the situation.
Arknor says, "Breliv's captors took care of him well enough i spose, so i think my other is ok."
Saebra plops herself down at the bar.
Saebra pulls Illuriel towards her.
Tracker walks over to Illuriel.
Tracker leans on Illuriel.
Breliv glances at Arknor.
Saebra rolls her eyes.
Illuriel leans on Tracker.
Arknor says, "Drink up everyone, this is a night to be festive."
Breliv sips some sweet saxumberry juice from his tall clear glass.
Illuriel peers curiously at Breliv.
Illuriel ponders the situation.
Breliv glances fearfully at Illuriel.
You sip some Shades of Night Ale from your pint jar.
With just a hint of lush fruit, this ale has a unique flavor all its own.
Arknor says, "No worries son, no one will harm you here."
Allistare sips some imperial whiskey from his small glass.
Breliv nods slowly.
Breliv says, "Alright father."
Breliv sips some sweet saxumberry juice from his tall clear glass.
Illuriel smiles kindly at Breliv.
Breliv smiles slowly at Illuriel.
Illuriel says, "I wasn't looking at you that way because I want to hurt you."
Illuriel giggles softly.
You say, "Pity the ale is purple, it seems to have put everyone off drinking it."
Breliv sips some sweet saxumberry juice from his tall clear glass.
A low growl emanates from Tracker's throat.
Arknor says, "Just a color."
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Illuriel asks, "Just curious as if your father here has had you checked out by a healer?"
Illuriel peers curiously at Arknor.
Arknor says, "The boy is fine but thanks for asking."
Saebra leans on Tracker.
Illuriel asks, "How can you tell?"
Illuriel raises an eyebrow in Arknor's direction.
Breliv says, "My father has taken care of me."
Arknor smiles.
Breliv sips some sweet saxumberry juice from his tall clear glass.
Arknor says, "He is well."
Illuriel nods slightly.
Arknor says, "He has told me of some bad dreams, but they will pass."
Breliv pales slightly.
Saebra asks, "Bad dreams?"
Saebra peers curiously at Breliv.
Breliv glances at Arknor.
Arknor nods to Breliv.
Breliv nods to Saebra slowly.
Illuriel glances at Breliv.
Breliv says, "Aye ma'am."
Saebra smiles softly at Breliv.
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Breliv says, "They will pass..."
Breliv smiles hopefully at Arknor.
Arknor nods to Breliv.
Saebra says, "Nightmares often do."
Arknor says, "Nothing will harm you again."
Saebra smiles reassuringly at Breliv.
Illuriel leans on Tracker.
Breliv nods.
Saebra asks, "Was he harmed?" of Arknor.
Arknor puts a few sovereigns on a bar.
Illuriel shifts her weight.
Arknor says, "He is well."
Tracker narrows his eyes.
Illuriel asks, "He is now, but was he harmed?"
Arknor gets a handful of imperials from a small sack.
Illuriel peers curiously at Arknor.
Arknor puts a handful of imperials on a bar.
Arknor says, "More drinks for everyone."
Allistare looks a little green about the gills.
Illuriel furrows her brow.
Breliv shakes his head at Illuriel.
Breliv sips some sweet saxumberry juice from his tall clear glass.
Illuriel smiles warmly at Breliv.
Arknor says, "That is something that my son and I need to talk about. It was just a few hours ago he was released."
Arknor says, "Physically he apppears to be ok."
Breliv looks sorrowful as he says, "They are still holding my brother."
Illuriel says, "How can you tell with that hooded cloak over him? It covers him all up."
Saebra asks, "Can you tell us who 'they' are now?"
Saebra raises an eyebrow in Arknor's direction.
Breliv sips some sweet saxumberry juice from his tall clear glass.
Breliv says, "It was a horrible place ma'am."
Arknor says, "I can tell."
Illuriel frowns at Breliv.
Saebra peers at Arknor.
Illuriel gestures and utters a phrase of magic.
Saebra asks, "Who?"
Arknor says, "No i can not tell you who they are yet, not until my other son is released."
Breliv sniffs.
Breliv swipes a hand across his nose.
You ask, "How old is your other son, if I might ask?"
Breliv sips some sweet saxumberry juice from his tall clear glass.
Arknor says, "He has seen four seasons."
You nod.
Arknor rubs Breliv gently.
Illuriel asks, "Well...if they didn't hurt you, then they won't hurt your brother, right?"
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Arknor drains his pint jar dry!
Seeing that it's empty, Arknor sets his pint jar aside.
Illuriel smiles encouragingly at Breliv.
Arknor gets a single imperial from a bar.
Arknor hands Breen the barkeep some money.
Breen pours some Shades of Night Ale into a jar and hands it to Arknor saying, "May the gods bless the Queen of Nellcwyln till the end of her days!"
Breen the barkeep gives Arknor his change.
Breliv hugs Arknor tightly.
Arknor puts a huge mass of sovereigns on a bar.
Arknor nods to Breliv.
Arknor says, "It will be ok now."
Saebra ponders the situation.
Arknor asks, "Are you hungry son?"
Breliv says, "A bit, father."
Breliv sips some sweet saxumberry juice from his tall clear glass.
Arknor nods.
Arknor says, "Get whatever you wish."
Breliv looks closely at the menu.
You put a pint jar on a wooden table.
Tracker rubs his head painfully.
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Vurlak comes into the bar.
Breliv asks, "What does the dwarf have, father?"
Illuriel rubs Tracker gently.
Vurlak waves to you.
You wave to Vurlak.
Breliv sips some sweet saxumberry juice from his tall clear glass.
Breliv drains his tall clear glass dry!
Seeing that it's empty, Breliv sets his tall clear glass aside.
Vurlak walks over to a wooden bench.
Vurlak leans on you.
Arknor says, "The hotcakes are not bad. The wolf steak...well one never knows how fresh the meat is."
Vurlak ponders the situation.
Breliv says, "The hotcakes please."
Arknor nods.
Arknor gets a handful of sovereigns from a bar.
Breliv licks his lips.
Arknor drops a pint jar.
Arknor hands Breen the barkeep some money.
Breen gives a plate of hotcakes to Arknor, saying "Enjoy 'em while they're hot."
Arknor offers his hotcakes and saxumberry syrup to Breliv.
Arknor gets a pint jar from the wooden floor.
Vurlak clears his throat.
Arknor swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Breliv accepts Arknor's offer.
Breliv takes a bite of his hotcakes and saxumberry syrup.
Vurlak says, "I picked you up somethin' ta try instead o' yer toothpick." to you.
Saebra glances at her hands.
You raise an eyebrow in Vurlak's direction.
Breliv grins at Arknor.
You stand up.
You join Vurlak's group.
Arknor smiles at Breliv.
Vurlak chuckles.
Vurlak meanders out to the street.
You follow Vurlak.