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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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As soon as the last of Ra'maranja's pack had left the tavern, Gallus pushed up straight to his feet again, picked up his drink, and exhaled audibly through his nose.
"It's something of a relief, but..." Fendros shifted uncomfortably, "why would they simply cut off the messages? There must be some scheme hatching that we've yet to see finished."
"Personally, I don't know who to trust." Janius spun his empty mug between the table and his finger, his face showed concern as he spoke. "I would much rather be at the..." Janius looked up with an mildly annoyed expression, "...Do we have to call it a headquarters?"
Gallus, who was now pacing very slowly and ponderously around the table, mumbled his own comment. "The clan's fate is still unknown. For all we know, we might not be able to trust Ra'maranja or his friends. Still, it's no use not acting just because we have limited information." Gallus lifted his head and spoke up, "Let's just try not walk into any choice ambush locations any time soon. This leader - whoever he is - is the next step as far as I can see."
Until now, Peiter, Sabine, and Tzirret had not taken part. Tzirret took the next pause to ask, "What of now? Are we to wait here longer, or go somewhere else?"
"It's something of a relief, but..." Fendros shifted uncomfortably, "why would they simply cut off the messages? There must be some scheme hatching that we've yet to see finished."
"Personally, I don't know who to trust." Janius spun his empty mug between the table and his finger, his face showed concern as he spoke. "I would much rather be at the..." Janius looked up with an mildly annoyed expression, "...Do we have to call it a headquarters?"
Gallus, who was now pacing very slowly and ponderously around the table, mumbled his own comment. "The clan's fate is still unknown. For all we know, we might not be able to trust Ra'maranja or his friends. Still, it's no use not acting just because we have limited information." Gallus lifted his head and spoke up, "Let's just try not walk into any choice ambush locations any time soon. This leader - whoever he is - is the next step as far as I can see."
Until now, Peiter, Sabine, and Tzirret had not taken part. Tzirret took the next pause to ask, "What of now? Are we to wait here longer, or go somewhere else?"
"...If I may," Gallus said slowly, his demeanour now far more serious than before, "Colors, there is credence to your words. If messengers are being intercepted on the path north, that means that whatever operations the infiltrators have must be somewhere within our big group of friends, else the messengers would be caught without arriving. Whether or not it is true is irrelevant if it is possible. We need to account for it." Gallus gave Meesei a look, "Now, I can agree with the meeting in secret, but what we also must account for is the status of the group itself. We need to make sure of the situation on the ground, but, like you said, we must keep things under wraps. I suggest-" Gallus raised a hand, "-one to three of us poses as another messenger, but we do not leave so as to endanger ourselves. We would just need some method of communication, but if your leader can arrange a hidden meeting, we may be able to use that." Gallus' smile reappeared, "I could go to visit the headquarters, if you desire. I would prefer one or two companions, however."
"What's to say that they don't already know we're here?" Janius asked, "We are not the most inconspicuous group."
Fendros also piped up, "I don't know about that either. I would prefer not to separate if we can help it."
"What's to say that they don't already know we're here?" Janius asked, "We are not the most inconspicuous group."
Fendros also piped up, "I don't know about that either. I would prefer not to separate if we can help it."
Gallus stepped up to the table and put down his drink. There were no seats immediately available, so he leaned forward and placed his palms on the table to join in the conversation near Meesei. "You may call me Gallus. Meesei and myself are responsible for those you see here," Gallus gave a glance to Meesei and let her lead the dialogue from then on. She was technically the leader here.
While Ahnasha was stifling laughter, Fendros was mostly fearing a trick from Sees-No-Colours rather than a mere sleazy introduction. Hearing Ahnasha's comment, however, brought a wide smile to Fendros' face that he had to nod down to prevent from turning into a chuckle. After recovering, he breathed in and leaned to whisper to Ahnasha in return, "Let's see if he falls in love with a human in our group."
Janius found the introduction mildly amusing as well, but he was remaining outwardly serious. Instead of commenting with whispers, he had the side of his fist to his lips with his other hand clasping his elbow, eyes flitting to each of the faces of Ra'maranja's pack. Though nothing seemed too suspicious about Ra'maranja's pack thus far, Janius was glad for Gallus' pack backing them all up here. Being frank, however, it was even less likely to become violent in such a public place than for this pack to intend harm.
While Ahnasha was stifling laughter, Fendros was mostly fearing a trick from Sees-No-Colours rather than a mere sleazy introduction. Hearing Ahnasha's comment, however, brought a wide smile to Fendros' face that he had to nod down to prevent from turning into a chuckle. After recovering, he breathed in and leaned to whisper to Ahnasha in return, "Let's see if he falls in love with a human in our group."
Janius found the introduction mildly amusing as well, but he was remaining outwardly serious. Instead of commenting with whispers, he had the side of his fist to his lips with his other hand clasping his elbow, eyes flitting to each of the faces of Ra'maranja's pack. Though nothing seemed too suspicious about Ra'maranja's pack thus far, Janius was glad for Gallus' pack backing them all up here. Being frank, however, it was even less likely to become violent in such a public place than for this pack to intend harm.
Tzirret struck the side of his fist into his palm, disappointed. He knew Peiter was right, but he wanted to get back at him somehow. He felt as if he was the last person to notice the lycans walking in as he saw everyone's expression change around him.
While the two groups of lycans locked eyes nervously, no one immediately broke the silence between them. That was until a certain someone noticed from across the tavern.
"Ah! There you are!" Everyone turned to look at where Gallus was standing as he called out to the group that had just walked in. He obviously was too far away from Lorag at the time to hear what he was saying, but it at least sounded like he wasn't provoking anyone. Gallus took a few paces towards the new lycans and grinned. "We were wondering when you were going to turn up," Gallus gestured to the tables where the Bruma packs were waiting with his free hand. He angled his head forward and his voice took on a lower, more suggestive tone, "Do you have time to talk?"
Fendros rubbed the side of his head. He was probably not the only one that would have preferred a more subtle opening interaction. Hopefully the presence of Rhazii and Newt would tone down the threat of a large group of werewolves appearing in this group's tavern of choice.
While the two groups of lycans locked eyes nervously, no one immediately broke the silence between them. That was until a certain someone noticed from across the tavern.
"Ah! There you are!" Everyone turned to look at where Gallus was standing as he called out to the group that had just walked in. He obviously was too far away from Lorag at the time to hear what he was saying, but it at least sounded like he wasn't provoking anyone. Gallus took a few paces towards the new lycans and grinned. "We were wondering when you were going to turn up," Gallus gestured to the tables where the Bruma packs were waiting with his free hand. He angled his head forward and his voice took on a lower, more suggestive tone, "Do you have time to talk?"
Fendros rubbed the side of his head. He was probably not the only one that would have preferred a more subtle opening interaction. Hopefully the presence of Rhazii and Newt would tone down the threat of a large group of werewolves appearing in this group's tavern of choice.
Sabine and Tzirret could not say with confidence how the game would go with the new rules, so they both agreed tentatively. The cards were dealt out with effort made to keep them off the stickier patches of the table. The first game went to Sabine by elimination, who prompted Peiter to drink. The next game went to Tzirret for getting a lucky hand and he had Sabine drink, commenting that he was being fair. The next four rounds in a row had Tzirret take drinks in a series of losses and a double-fold. He didn't seem to like the drink any better, but his bluffing skill was getting worse and worse.
Tzirret let out a huff after he managed to get the third swig of brandy down his throat. "Why must you make this one have most of your drink?" he muttered. With a pointed finger at Peiter, his eyes narrowed to a challenging squint and his voice gained some unexpected courage, "I will have all of this in your stomach by the next ten rounds!"
"There is not ten rounds left in the bottle," Sabine said, grinning at Tzirret. Tzirret was not a big drinker in the first place, and Sabine noticed some tipsiness in his mannerisms already. He was becoming inebriated faster than Sabine believed she herself would. Sabine took the cards and shuffled them for the next round. As she began to deal, Sabine commented to both of them, "This is fun. We should do this more when we are not on a mission."
Back on the other table, Janius took a quick glance around the tavern with similar curiosity to Newt. "It's certainly very different," he said.
There was a quiet moment before anyone thought of something to say. The growing worry of the fate of the Senchal clan was getting to everyone. The next to speak was actually Uthri, breaking her own silence that had lasted much longer. "Hey Ahnasha. I must admit I know very little about this place and Elsweyr in general. What kind of things did your mother tell you about this city?"
Shortly after the question was asked, Gallus decided to take a slow walk around the area of the tavern. Obviously sitting about was not to his liking and he had decided to take matters into his own hands. He looked about the tables, searching for a stronger trace of any lycans. He didn't engage directly with anyone, but he was trying to find anyone in particular who was a lycan and catch their eye. He didn't take any further sips of his drink as he walked, preferring to keep the dull pull of the moon sugar at his consciousness to a minimum.
Tzirret let out a huff after he managed to get the third swig of brandy down his throat. "Why must you make this one have most of your drink?" he muttered. With a pointed finger at Peiter, his eyes narrowed to a challenging squint and his voice gained some unexpected courage, "I will have all of this in your stomach by the next ten rounds!"
"There is not ten rounds left in the bottle," Sabine said, grinning at Tzirret. Tzirret was not a big drinker in the first place, and Sabine noticed some tipsiness in his mannerisms already. He was becoming inebriated faster than Sabine believed she herself would. Sabine took the cards and shuffled them for the next round. As she began to deal, Sabine commented to both of them, "This is fun. We should do this more when we are not on a mission."
Back on the other table, Janius took a quick glance around the tavern with similar curiosity to Newt. "It's certainly very different," he said.
There was a quiet moment before anyone thought of something to say. The growing worry of the fate of the Senchal clan was getting to everyone. The next to speak was actually Uthri, breaking her own silence that had lasted much longer. "Hey Ahnasha. I must admit I know very little about this place and Elsweyr in general. What kind of things did your mother tell you about this city?"
Shortly after the question was asked, Gallus decided to take a slow walk around the area of the tavern. Obviously sitting about was not to his liking and he had decided to take matters into his own hands. He looked about the tables, searching for a stronger trace of any lycans. He didn't engage directly with anyone, but he was trying to find anyone in particular who was a lycan and catch their eye. He didn't take any further sips of his drink as he walked, preferring to keep the dull pull of the moon sugar at his consciousness to a minimum.
Sabine shrugged as she looked at the bottle. "Okay."
In contrast, Tzirret was slightly more hesitant. He rubbed the back of his head and took on a worried look. "Well...if it is only one bottle..." He set his hands down as he trailed off. It wasn't a no.
"You deal first," Sabine said.
"Oh, don't you worry about me, Meesei," Gallus said with a dismissive gesture, "I've had moon sugar a couple of times before, I have a feel for the stuff." Gallus didn't make the effort to not sound overconfident, but he took another sip as if perhaps that wasn't a thought that crossed his mind. He at least seemed clear minded thus far, despite the untold quantity of moon sugar in his drink.
Fendros shifted his attention from a raising an eyebrow at Gallus to answer Meesei. "Oh? All well, I believe," Fendros gave a quick look to Rhazii, who was sitting on Ahnasha's lap and listening curiously. Fendros continued, "I think the end of the voyage couldn't have come sooner. There were few hiding spots left to elude us with. Glad to be off the ship, you two?" Fendros smiled to Newt and Rhazii. Rhazii nodded with evident fatigue.
"Aye, they still play with each other as often as we let them," Janius added, "Though you would have also noticed one outgrowing the other a few years early. I can see that continuing. Apart from the nightmares, all I can think of is the seasickness, but that seemed to taper off a short way into sea," Janius leaned to speak to Newt with a higher pitch, "How are you feeling, son? Is your stomach still churning?"
In contrast, Tzirret was slightly more hesitant. He rubbed the back of his head and took on a worried look. "Well...if it is only one bottle..." He set his hands down as he trailed off. It wasn't a no.
"You deal first," Sabine said.
"Oh, don't you worry about me, Meesei," Gallus said with a dismissive gesture, "I've had moon sugar a couple of times before, I have a feel for the stuff." Gallus didn't make the effort to not sound overconfident, but he took another sip as if perhaps that wasn't a thought that crossed his mind. He at least seemed clear minded thus far, despite the untold quantity of moon sugar in his drink.
Fendros shifted his attention from a raising an eyebrow at Gallus to answer Meesei. "Oh? All well, I believe," Fendros gave a quick look to Rhazii, who was sitting on Ahnasha's lap and listening curiously. Fendros continued, "I think the end of the voyage couldn't have come sooner. There were few hiding spots left to elude us with. Glad to be off the ship, you two?" Fendros smiled to Newt and Rhazii. Rhazii nodded with evident fatigue.
"Aye, they still play with each other as often as we let them," Janius added, "Though you would have also noticed one outgrowing the other a few years early. I can see that continuing. Apart from the nightmares, all I can think of is the seasickness, but that seemed to taper off a short way into sea," Janius leaned to speak to Newt with a higher pitch, "How are you feeling, son? Is your stomach still churning?"
I'm back! Sydney was good. I'll get a post up shortly.
As for Peiter, I know a guy who has it spelt that way. I think it's Dutch or something.
As for Peiter, I know a guy who has it spelt that way. I think it's Dutch or something.
That'll be it. See you in a few days! Maybe when I get back, we can agree how to spell Peiter's name, haha.
Sabine had never been a big drinker. She had a good memory for what drinks tasted like, but she never really indulged at times of celebration like her pack mates did. That said, she hadn't tried Cyrodilic brandy specifically. It took a couple of moments for her to nod to Peiter's offer, "Okay."
The drinks came around and Sabine sipped at her water. It was only slightly cooler than the water in the skins they carried, but no less refreshing.
Tzirret was the first to taste Peiter's brandy. He surreptitiously took the small bottle and sniffed at its contents. His small wince indicated that knowing its strong smell was not the best idea before tasting it. He glanced at both Sabine and Peiter, then raised the bottle up for a small sip. He visibly strained to swallow as he put the bottle down. His ears were pushed back and he was frowning. "Ech, you Cyrodiils may keep your brandy," he said, sliding the bottle slowly to Sabine.
Like Tzirret, Sabine gave the brandy a small sniff, but she was not hesitant about tasting it at all. The bottle was up, then down, and she was rolling it in her mouth as she stared at the far side of the room. It wasn't quite what she was expecting, but she didn't mind it. Just as she was looking like she was about to give the bottle back, she quickly took another, larger sip, and then gave it back to Peiter, giving a mischievous laugh through her nose and putting her other hand up to her closed mouth so that she didn't spray the brandy around. Sabine swallowed and spoke, "It is nice, but I do not think I would drink a whole bottle."
Janius regarded Meesei as he leaned back in his chair. By his reaction and almost everyone else's, what Meesei mentioned was something of a foregone conclusion. "I think I'll be nursing this anyway," Janius said, taking another sip. Little did he know, letting a sweet drink like this get too warm was bound to make it taste worse.
"I'll be nursing as well, but..." Gallus looked into his drink unsurely, "...not to avoid tipsiness in particular this time for me." He hazarded another swig, and blinked as if something was caught in his eye. "Well, when in Elsweyr, do as the Khajiit do, I guess."
Sabine had noticed what Meesei had said as well and looked to Peiter. "Do you have your cards?" she asked.
The drinks came around and Sabine sipped at her water. It was only slightly cooler than the water in the skins they carried, but no less refreshing.
Tzirret was the first to taste Peiter's brandy. He surreptitiously took the small bottle and sniffed at its contents. His small wince indicated that knowing its strong smell was not the best idea before tasting it. He glanced at both Sabine and Peiter, then raised the bottle up for a small sip. He visibly strained to swallow as he put the bottle down. His ears were pushed back and he was frowning. "Ech, you Cyrodiils may keep your brandy," he said, sliding the bottle slowly to Sabine.
Like Tzirret, Sabine gave the brandy a small sniff, but she was not hesitant about tasting it at all. The bottle was up, then down, and she was rolling it in her mouth as she stared at the far side of the room. It wasn't quite what she was expecting, but she didn't mind it. Just as she was looking like she was about to give the bottle back, she quickly took another, larger sip, and then gave it back to Peiter, giving a mischievous laugh through her nose and putting her other hand up to her closed mouth so that she didn't spray the brandy around. Sabine swallowed and spoke, "It is nice, but I do not think I would drink a whole bottle."
Janius regarded Meesei as he leaned back in his chair. By his reaction and almost everyone else's, what Meesei mentioned was something of a foregone conclusion. "I think I'll be nursing this anyway," Janius said, taking another sip. Little did he know, letting a sweet drink like this get too warm was bound to make it taste worse.
"I'll be nursing as well, but..." Gallus looked into his drink unsurely, "...not to avoid tipsiness in particular this time for me." He hazarded another swig, and blinked as if something was caught in his eye. "Well, when in Elsweyr, do as the Khajiit do, I guess."
Sabine had noticed what Meesei had said as well and looked to Peiter. "Do you have your cards?" she asked.
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