[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Updates[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [b][color=6ecff6]Season:[/color][/b] Late Fall/Early Winter [b][color=6ecff6]Time Of Day:[/color][/b] Night has arrived [b][color=6ecff6]Weather:[/color][/b] The temperature is dropping quickly and the mugginess that hung in the air is starting to clear out with the breeze. [b][color=6ecff6]General Ambiance:[/color][/b] Most have turned in for the evening, lights around the town dot the uncurtained windows. Inside the tavern is the usual frivolity. [b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Hamlet of Salarn in the region of Gorlf just south of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz [b][color=6ecff6]Setting:[/color][/b] Salarn Currently [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]GM Controlled NPC [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [center]~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~[/center] In the tavern Femnal took the gold coin gleefully and bit it between his pearly white teeth before giving a wink and a nod. “That I will,” he said before sliding out the chair and wandering over to Cremwise, tugging on the end of his coat tails a bit as he motioned towards Keystone. Cremwise took note of the towering brute of a man and nodded before he continued his wandering through the tavern, listening to this and that from those spilling ale and tales of war. Femnal went back over to the bar and continued to sell his ale and take money for rooms for the evening. He laughed, he joked and he put on quite the show as he balanced an apple on the top of his head, daring any within the tavern to knock it off. Many a man and several women took aim with coins of copper, some utensils and several empty goblets; each flying through the air towards the old mans head. None of which seemed to be enough to strike is off the flat of his head as he jumped and laughed; several items hitting but it remaining in place and a playful tongue sticking out at their feeble attempts. [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Outside The Tavern in Salarn – Inside the Crossed Swords Tavern [b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Ash, Thelin, Sundos, Natashia, Saul, Femnal [/center] [center]~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~[/center] [color=a187be]”And see what judging the present around you against your past gets you? Nearly an arrow into your eye socket,”[/color] Kyra quipped as she dropped the arrow back into its quiver and slung her bow back over her shoulder. [color=a187be]”And you can lower your hands, I onl;y shoot if attacked, never before.”[/color] Kyra gave a sideways glance towards the newest attention to their little shindig that was forming outside of the tavern and perked a brow. This surly was the most mismatched bunch of merry men and women she had come across recently, then again war did breed strange bed fellows. Shrugging slightly she wrapped her fingers around the string of her bow which laid against her chest and adjusted it slightly. [color=a187be]”I am sure there is much to talk about but currently the real conversation I wish to have is with a plate of food and a nice down feathered bed this evening. The tavern is to the north, or so I have been told by Marcus the Constable,”[/color] Kyra said as she pulled the hood of her mantle up and tucked her platinum tendrils back beneath the fur lines leather hood. [color=a187be]”And don’t worry little one, not all wolves are bad, they are just….how do you say? Moody,”[/color] she chuckled before giving the group a bit of a wave and heading towards the tavern. She had been traveling far longer than she would have liked and right then kicking her feet up, enjoying a bit of food and sleep sounds far more enticing than a drink. Drink was the last thing she wanted, with Orc attacks, the prospect of Goblins and more looming over her thoughts she did not want to dull her senses. She slowed her walk a bit as she heard yet another new comer show up and speak; glancing over her shoulder she looked the man over a minute before she decided to answer. [color=a187be]”Just a bit of misjudging character is all,”[/color] she said softly before giving a nod and continuing on her way. [center]~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~[/center] Within the tavern Femnal continued his teasing and torturing of the patrons, daring each to take another shot and stating that he would provide free room and board for the week to any that could actually throw the apple from its resting place. A quick whistle of air and the apple was scored through its center and ended up impaled through the back wall of the tavern, held in place by a fine tipped arrow. The tavern owner froze in his place as juice rolled down between his eyes and he turned sharply to see who had let the arrow fly. Standing in the doorway of the tavern a bow went reslung to a figures back as the hood of a cloak was drawn back and silver like hair fell from beneath. An amused smirk graced the lips of Kyra as the room fell silent for a bit, unaccustomed to such a thing within the tavern walls. [color=a187be]”So, about that room?”[/color] she said as she brushed passed the people in the tavern and walked over towards Femnal, who was now cleaning the juice from his face with a wet bar rag. “Well I’ll be, room is all yours lass,” he said laughing as he tossed a key over to her and she caught it lightly within her fingers. Stepping over to the arrow she pulled it from the wall and took a bite of the apple. The people within the tavern taunting Femnal that a little girl had taken his apple, a first for those that were there to witness. He just laughed it off as he watched Kyra sit down at a table, Cremwise eying her intently as she did so.