Common Room: Rose and Lion Inn, Caemlyn

The common room of The Rose and Lion is a merry place. The patrons here appear happy, and sit at stout wooden tables, or at the long bar, in groups of twos or threes. There is much drinking, talking and laughing.

The serving maids move about briskly, serving the diners thick sandwiches of roasted beef and cups of ale or water. A few of the patrons are enjoying mugs of steaming tea, warming hands cold from the pre-winter chill. A small blaze is laid upon the stout flagstone hearth, adding warmth to the room. A stout wooden door leads back out to the busy Caemlyn Road, a smaller wooden door leads to the stables, and a well-worn staircase leads up to the private bedchambers and common sleeping areas.

Demonder, Ya'angren, Terra, Yeldarb, Lucky

Terra gestures to a chair as the waitress brings a cup and hands it to Ya'angren.

The waitress also replaces the milk pitcher while she's there.

Terra seats herself back down at her knitting. Looking idly at all of the people in the room.

Ya'angren nods, accepting the cup and taking a seat. "I could not help overhearing your previous conversation. I hope you do not mind me saying I think you could not be further from the truth."

Ya'angren sits down at Window Table.

Terra nods and says, "You are from Whitebridge then?"

"And regardless of which blow came first," Demonder continues the story, as he and Rennar head into the common rooms. "A gash on the head is going to be a fair bit more convincing then one on the leg, you know?" The Lord's dark purple cloak trails a ways behind him, his pace quick as he leads within the common room. His tone does go down to a whisper, "I hear the claimed Dragon sworn have come this way," he adds, though that said with as much confusion, fear, and hatred that he's still uncertain what to think.

Yeldarb says "Really? And why? I never liked the town much but oviously you do. He takes some paper and a pen out of his pocket and fumbles with the lid of a vial of ink."

Ya'angren shakes his head at Terra's words. "Nay, I be from further west than Whitebridge. However, I have been through the place a few times. It is a major trade route west, bustling with traders. Though the locals may not be the warmest of people they still know where their gold comes from."

Really, the young Lady of Hune was doing fine, listening to all of Demonder's conversation about the Hune Guards, up until this point, when he mentions the Dragon. Those words cause her to stop in her tracks, blocking traffic. Fear crosses her features, and she looks about as though to find such a beast popping out of the corners. "Surely you jest? Prince Theowyn said they were camping a ways off from the city." Her eyes carefully take in all of the people within the inn, touching briefly on each.

Yeldarb says "Interesting," as he jots something down. "The feelings of being watched in Whitebridge, at least the one I had, had more to do with the Whitecloaks that were in town then. It made me a little nervious because... well, because I study things not found acceptable by the Whitecloaks."

Terra slowly sets her knitting down and nods to Ya'angren as she delves into her pouches to retrieve a small book where with a flourish of dabbing the quillon in her ink vial she writes something that looks non-sensical (unless you know the old tongue) and once she stops she looks back to Ya'angren. Says, "I don't know much about that but when I was there to speak to the town healers I got the feeling like I was definately not welcome." she shruggs further back into her cloak and says, "but then I wasn't there long and it could simply be me being paranoid."

"I don't know, love," Demonder answers honestly, urging her within. As he walks with the Daughter-Heir, there is that depth of caution. "It is only gossip. Why the gates of Caemlyn were not shut closed at the first word of this so called..." Demonder can't bring himself to say it again, eyes shifting across those within the common room.

Terra snapps her fingers and says, "yes that might have been it the people were agitated over something when I was there to maybe it was the Children of the Light"

The shiver that runs through Rennar is obvious to the plain eye. "Lets not dwell on that topic." There is a moment's pause as she searches for a seat. She nods to those present within the room, offering a faint, ameanable smile. "Where would you like to sit?"

Ya'angren looks at Yeldarb as if trying to size up some kind of puzzle. "Well, if it be Whitecloaks you study then I am certain the residents of Whitebridge would prefer not to be lumped with them. At least when it comes to certain matters." He then turns to Terra. "As for the healers, well if they are anything like the woman's circle back home then you are probably right. Espeically if you were dealing with their wisdom. You're lucky they did not flog you for asking to many questions." He catches a glance of the couple who enters and tilts his head slightly, studying them as he drinks his tea.

Yeldarb says "No, no, my wonderful ability to babble has made others confused again. I don'tstudy the Whitecloaks. There was some Whitecloaks in town, and many in the area do know what I study. I study the(quietly) Prophecies of the Dragon among other things."

"Yes, better not dwell on it," Demonder agrees, his eyes going vacant. Facing the possibility of the Breaking coming soon is not exactly pleasant. "The table by the fire would be good?" As they walk toward Ya'angren's and Yeldarb's table, he inclines his head to the uniformed guard and his companion. "Turail is doing better. That freak cave-in was something else, I hear. Its fortunate that he and the others survived."

Terra having her back to the couple she turns only slightly to see who they are but seems to be paying attention to what they are saying more then anything else. Say, "I collect cures and share those I have learned with all the healers I meet it helps to know a few variations on the curing of some of the more common diseases, but some times the women are hard pressed to reveal their secrets. Luckily I've escaped floggings this far." she chuckles as if its funny.

"Cave in...?" This is news to Rennar, "What cave in?" Her brow furrows a touch as she follows Demonder to the table discussed. "I haven't heard anything about that." A frown forms on her features. Passing by the window table on the way, she offers yet another smile; being sociable. "Remember when i was trying to tell you that Genette and I discovered something?" Her tone hints on questioning, and vaguely excited at the same time. Her emerald eyes even light up a touch.

Yeldarb smiles at Terra "joke" and writes something else down on his paper.

Terra starts idly writing in her book again. It just simply seems to be a scribble.

VIEWING: Three banners appear above Ya'angren's head. All fighting for domination. One of these is the dragon banner, the other his personal banner and finally the banner of the Valavendil.

Ya'angren nods at Yeldarb's words, though his thins visiably thin. He mutters to Yeldarb, "Such... time.... fool... about them so."

Terra turns back to Ya'angren and says, "So what village did you say you were from?"

Demonder nods to the first. "I thought you heard. Captain Turail, The First Prince, and a few others found themselves in the middle of a cave-in, or something like that. They were rescued, but I believe a few Queen's Guards died in the event." As they approach the fireside table, Demonder pulls out a chair. He is curious, and it shows by his tone. "You mentioned this before, love. It has you rather excited. What's it about?"

Terra sits down at Window Table.

Sitting down in the chair Demonder pulls out, Rennar gets a perplexed look on her face, "Whatever were they doing in a cave in the first place?" Her eyes take in those few people who are occupying the Inn, watching them curiously a moment. With Demonder asking about the subject she brought up herself, her eyes light up again. "Remember the rings?"

Ya'angren turns back to Terra. "Pardon?! Oh, Taren Ferry. Part of the Two Rivers area of...Andor." Tha last always sounds so strange to him.

Kalth comes down the creaking stairs, and enters the common room.

Terra waves her hand and says, "No wonder you don't think the White Bridge people are paranoid. I've been to Taren Ferry once for a very short time. Your wisdom is a very stern lady. I had heard there were other areas over there with other women like them but I never got any farther then Taren Ferry. It was simply too far out of the way."

Demonder pushes the chair in for Rennar, and turns to take a seat. His seat allows for greater visibility over the room, as in his mind he serves both as Rennar's husband and protector. Shifting his large weapon to the side, Demonder flaps out his cloak and makes himself more comfortable before going on. "It was some sort of picnic that the Princess from Kandor had planned. Since the last time they left the city the Princess was taken, this time around they had plenty of guards." With his forearms resting on the table, he inclines his head to the side. "The rings? Yes, of course! Did you find who sent them?"

You sit down at Fireside Table.

Demonder sits down at Fireside Table.

Yeldarb says "I've never even heard of, what was it, Taren Ferry. Where is it."

Rennar's eyes turn to Demonder briefly, "No, I still haven't found that out." She murmurs in a quieted manner, though is no less excited. Upon hearing mentin of Taren Ferry, her eyes go back to the grouping by the window, a slight look of interest coming to her eyes, "I think it's just best to show you..." A wide smile comes to her lips as she hands slips one of two rings off of her finger, and hands one to Demonder, "Put it on."

Rennar slips a ring on her finger.

Demonder blinks a few times. "Love, you do suggest the strangest things sotimes. Its hardly something I'd wear," he points out, though he does reach for the ring that is handed to him. Looking across the jewel and the band, he shrugs a shoulder. "If it even fits..." he mumbles, realizing the obvious that it just might on his pinky-finger. With some pressure, he pushes it unto his finger, looking up to Rennar with a questioning gaze. "It won't be easy to take off, you know. I'm sure it will look just as less fitting on me as I think it will." With that finaly push, the ring is on.

You sense that Demonder is Unhurt and Fresh. He is in Andor

Ya'angren chuckles at Terra's comments. "Indeed, I remember one time she caught me steeling an apple for the inn...light, never done it again. She made sure of it. And yes, there are other towns down the way. None nearly as big as Taren Ferry though." Turning to Yeld. "Don't be surprised if you have not heard of it. Most have not. The only thing that ever comes out of their is wool and tabac."

Rennar leaning forward, there's something of a secretive look within Rennar's eyes. She mutters to Demonder, "... don't... take... off love.... the setting... the ring." With that said, she sits back, eyes carefully looking about the room, rather than at her husband.

Demonder senses "Rennar leaning forward, there's something of a secretive look within Rennar's eyes. "You don't want to take it off love. Press the gem within the setting of the ring." With that said, she sits back, eyes carefully looking about the room, rather than at her husband."

Kalth walks over to his friend Yan'angren and orders le for both of them while asking, "What is going on brother?"

Kalth orders Ale.

A server scurries over to Kalth and sets the Ale before him.

Kalth orders Ale.

A server scurries over to Kalth and sets the Ale before him.

Demonder slips a ring on his finger.

Matin comes down the creaking stairs, and enters the common room.

Matin walks down the stairs, looking at everyone in the common room carefully before making his way over to the bar.

Terra gestures to a seat and says, "Please by all means sit down." She returns her book to its pouch and stoppers the vial and wipes the quillon on the napkin in front of her and replaces them both to a pouch hidden on the other side of her waist. She resumes knittin.

Matin hesitates, looking over to the window seat, unable to tell whether or not the knitting woman was referring to him.

Ya'angren looks up at Kalth and grins. Something he says or does amusing him. "Master Kalth, good to see you as always. And it goes." He grins as Terra invites Kalth to join them.

Matin notices Kalth and continues towards the bar.

Matin sits down at Bar Stools.

Matin orders a glass of wine, and places a few coins on the bartop once he is served.

Demonder's features twist into confusion. "Love, I mean, why...?" He might almost look frustrated by all this. One would note that Demonder wears almost no jewelry, but for the pin of a wild horse and his wedding ring. There's still a struggle to set that ring comfortably on his pinky finger, and as he tweaks with the jewel his eyes go wide. Demonder shifts back in his seat enough that it screaks across the floor. "What in the Light?!"

Kalth grns with mild amusement as he takes a seat next to Ya'angren.

Terra turns at the exclaimation and partially starts lowering her knitting.

Yeldarb looks toward the exclaimation.

The most natural reaction in the world occurs at Demonder's outburst; Rennar seems to grow small within her seat. "Not so loud, Demonder." Discreetly, she looks about, checking to see what sort of attention he's called to their table. Calmly, she murmurs to him, "People are watching..." Well, of course they are, at /that/ reaction.

Matin casually swings his bar stool around, looking at the room, his gaze finally resting on Demonder.

Ya'angren turns towards the couple, a brow quirking as he does so.

Matin sips thoughtfully at his wine, keeping an eye on the room - particually Demonder's table, and smiles to himself.

At seeing Rennar's reaction Terra turns back around and starts knitting again.

Yeldarb,tapping his pen on the table turns back to his own conversation and asks, quietly, "What do you suppose that is about?"

Ya'angren shrugs slightly. "I'm not certain. She probably surprised him with a child or something." He grins at the thought.

Kalth chuckles a little bit at that comment.

There's a pause, and then Demonder begins to caugh a few times into his hand. "Er, I'm better now," he concludes, holding his chest briefly as he attempts to fake every symptom he knows. There's a continued playing at the small ring on his pinky-finger, likely easily disappeared among his clenched hands. "I see," he says quietly, every so casually leaning on the table once again.

Yeldarb laughs.

Yeldarb says "What a reaction, if thats the case."

Matin frowns momentarily at Demonder, then swings slowly around to face the bar. He takes a small sip from his wine glass.OA

Terra chuckles but looks unconvinced. She looks as though she wants to write something down but refraines and instead starts knitting again.

Ya'angren grins. "I was the same way when Mala told me. Even worse when we found out it was twins." He chuckles as he raises his glass to his lips.

Kalth points at Darad and says to his table," same with me about him."

Yeldarb says "Twins! I'd be stunned too."

Rumors of a child coming to House Hune, that's just what Rennar needs. A furious blush forms on Rennar's features, "You didn't have to react that way..." She comments carefully, using the lead which Ya'angren gives her. "I thought you'd be happy."

Darad grins at Kalth's finger," I see you point Kalth! What are you saing about me?" He walks over to where kalth sits.

Matin finishes his wine and leans towards the bartender, whispering something to him.

Kalth laughs at Darad," The usual. Low down ,dirty, rotten stuff."

Yeldarb takes a sip of his tea and realizes the cup is empty. Sighing, he sets the cup down and orders an ale.

Demonder swallows hard, an unpronounced fear managing to flash across his eyes, his lips curling downward. And then, of course, there's a smile as he readjusts his seat. "This is indeed, incredible. I just... well, I wasn't expecting it. And, well, I was because we..." Demonder stops there, eyeing the ring briefly before looking up at his wife. "Wonderful..." He's in awe.

Terra simply watches things cautiously with an amused smile on her face.

Ya'angren glances out the window and then quickly realizes he needs to be somewhere else. "If you will all excuse me. I have a meeting with a certain young lad who has a few lessons to learn." He bows slightly, making to leave. Under his breath. "And mark my word, he +will+ learn them." With that he begins making his way towards the door.

Ya'angren stands and leaves Window Table.

Ya'angren pushes through the wooden door and heads back out to the stableyard.

Slowly, the blush washes off of Rennar's features, replaced with a warm, happy smile. "Then you like the news?" She asks in a soft manner; eyes hopeful. "It'll be a fairly big change in our lives, but... I think it's worthwhile." Sighing with relieft, she settles back in her chair even more.

Yeldarb says "Well, everything got quite all of a sudden."

You sense that Demonder is Unhurt and Fresh. He is in Andor

Matin sighs and stands up. He carefully makes his way away from the bar.

Matin stands and leaves Bar Stools.

Aemilia comes down the creaking stairs, and enters the common room.

"Indeed, it is. Furthering a bond between us more so then I could imagine," Demonder agrees, his words breathless with wonder. The ring is at the constant source of attention, though now it may appear a more nervous sort of fiddling. "And the same for you, of course? Love, do you realize what this means?" Demonder's tone hits an excited pitch.

Terra says "Your right. I guess we should stop listening to others conversations huh?"

Aemilia pads her way down the steps, yawning and scratching her belly through the oversized tunic she wears. Her hair, still braided, is messy with stray hairs curling out here and there from her head. SHe's just awakened obviously. Barefoot and, well, wearing not much other than the tunic (which extends to her knees) and her underclothes, she heads for the bar, giving another wide yawn. Beneath the tunic, however, strapped to her thigh, is a rather nasty dagger.

Matin smiles at Aemilia, returning to his seat at the bar

Matin sits down at Bar Stools.

Rennar waves a hand at Demonder, murmuring a remonder, "Keep your voice down." She looks about the room, eyes taking on those others present in a nervous fashion, "Can you imagine the rumors we are already causing?" A blush once more comes to her cheeks. "I do." She answers his earlier question, gazing over at Terra, Kalth and Yeldarb in a quietly, curious manner. Oh, she's noticed their discreet looks in the direction of the table she shares with Demonder; even the not so discreet looks.

Demonder is fairly oblivious to the room around him, one of his flaws that hinder his performance as a protector for Demonder. But he too becomes nervous on the matter, and starts twisting his head around to see if anyone is indeed looking. A few especially get quizzed looks from Demonder, distraction enough for him to calm down. "An interesting gift." Those words are quieter, at least. Demonder reaches down to adjust the seat more closer to Rennar's, still in a state of quiet wonder.

Terra shrugs at being suddenly alone and simply lays her knitting aside and pulls her book back out and starts scrawling in it again. (every now and again she stops to tap the end of the quillon against her teeth) and then she resumes writing.

Matin orders some tea and waits patiently for the bartender to serve him. He looks slowly around the room, smiling at Aemilia.

Yeldarb sits down at Window Table.

"One that reassures you, I hope?" Rennar answers in a quieted manner, now keeping her eyes on those about her rather than on her husband. It almost seems that she's 'shy' around him; almost. She flashes a smile in Matin's direction as he looks about the room; one that is steeped with politeness.

Terra puts her hand up to summon the waitress. The woman grabs a new tea pot and hurries over. She moves Terra's walking stick out of the way as she sets the tea pot down and retrieves the old one.

Demonder nods a few times, his eyes to roaming the room rather then focused on his wife. Though trying not to be paranoid, he can't really help it, and its then that he takes notice of Aemilia, enough so that he blinks a few times. Demonder looks down at his hands, and then again sharply looks straight ahead. "Greatly. This greatly reassures me, yes. Genette and yourself must have been shocked and giddy all at the same time?"

Smiling fondly, the lady Rennar nods her head a bit at Demonder's words. "Something like that." She speaks in a cryptic manner. "It's not something I really want spread about all that much." It is then that she looks to Demonder, giving him something of a knowing look. "How would others react if they found out?" Isn't it a little too late for that now?

Yeldarb turns and looks at the other patrons. he writes a few words dow every couple of minutes.

"I would think that is less desirable at this time," Demonder agrees. Another span of silence takes over him, as this discovery sure has him in a different world. He figgits further, and then suddenly stops. "Genette's the best. I'm sure she flew of her chair..." his voice trails, though now a light smirk plays on his features. Yeldarb, however, does catch his attention, especially because of all the writing.

Aemilia had taken a seat at the bar, yawning another few times and scratching her head. She finally rubs her eyes and blinks her attention around the room a moment, seeing who's here. She smiles at Matin and then waves the bartender over.

Rennar nodding her head a bit, she sighs softly. "Perhaps we should return home, and discuss this more privately?" Likely they have much to talk about, if the new rumors prove true.

"Yes, of course." Demonder is still nervous. He stands up a little suddenly, glancing at a passing armed man suspiciously as though he were doing something. Moving to the other side, Demonder offers Rennar his arm. "Of course," he repeats, this time more quietly.

Yeldarb gives a start as he relizes he was staring at nothing. He turns back to his table and sets down his pen.

Rennar smiles gently at Demonder, "Relax love. It's perfectly natural." Her tone holds reassurance as she speaks to her husband, patting him gently on the arm to further that feeling. She nods to those who sit at the window table, acknowledging their presence within the Inn as Demonder starts to lead her to the exit.

Terra puts her book away and takes up her knitting again mumbling something about tutleweed and cagsroot tea. Then looks back to Yeldarb and says, "So when were you planning on leaving?"

Terra nods to those leaving with a little smile.

Demonder tries a smooth smile, setting his shoulders back to broaden in size. A rich confidence soon over-takes him, and now as he escorts the Daughter-Heir from the commons, he is once again smiles. "This is going to be interesting..." he states, voice trailing.

Rennar nods her head quietly in response to Demonder, falling silent into her thoughts as she makes her way to the exit.

You push through the wooden door and head back out to the stable yard.