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All Hail the Queen of Nellcwyln

Shala paced the floor behind the bar, none too gently putting tankards and glasses away. "I tell you, a shipment musta come in. He's cut the price on ale until it barely costs more than water! Not like he doesn't already have more than his fair share of the business in this town!"

Cappy managed to rescue a glass from Shala's hand as she prepared to throw it onto the shelf. He grumbled something semi-sympathetic as he moved down the bar, continuing the late-night closing chores. Shala turned and followed.

"Why, you shoulda heard him!" Her face contorted into a mocking imitation of someone much too pleased with themselves. "'All hail Queen Nellcwyln and her ale!'" Shala threw a rag across the bar which Cappy caught deftly, never once missing a beat in his patrol of the tables. "I'll give him a queen! Why, when I think of how Llwyellia threw Angar Wydde to the dogs, it makes me want to throw up! How could he do it, Cappy?"

Cappy mumbled something but Shala wasn't really listening and he knew it. She slumped against the bar, almost finished.

"And get this, Cappy, you know that ale Breen's so pleased to be selling so cheaply?" she asked, her eyes shining with indignation. "It's purple!"

By Khregen (Khregen) on Monday, February 05, 2001 - 05:11 pm

"You been down to Breen's since he got that ale shipment" a young dockworker askes his commrad as they pull on a crane line.

"Yep", replies the gap toothed fellow, "I was there the night that it was delivered by that Sir Gabriel Powner, think he said he was from Nellcwyln."

"Well did you get you a snoot full, was the new ale any good?

"I didn't drank none of it."

"What? You not drink an ale? You must be broke again eh?"

"Nope, have pleanty a coin. I overheard that fancy feller tell one of those adventerers that hangs around Breen's that Arknor had had something to do with gettin some Queen to send Breen his new ale. You remember Arknor?

The young man gulps, "Yep he is that strange fellow that used to sit in Breen's some times, had red eyes and always wore a cloak. Some say he was a sorcerer"

"Aye, that is the one, seems he is in tight with this Queen what's-her-name."

"That don't explain why ye didn't drink any ale though surely."

"Oh, that, you know that dwarf guard sergeant? I over heard him tell ole Kot that that ale might be tainted. Rumor is Arknor has swore vengence on Kazear for some failed mission. That dwarf didn't drink no ale, and he usually does, so I figured he was serious with his warning."

The younger man spits, "aw he was probably trying to keep folks from having a good time, you know guardsmen."

"Well youngster you go git you a tankard den, fer me I will wait a few days te see if anyone drops dead er gits sick."

"Hey you slugs, haul that line. This ship leaves with the tide and you don't have time to gossip like old farm wives."

Pullies creak as the crane line is hauled once more.