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, Evren, Kirsten, Rashan

Rennar arrives with Demonder.

"Welcome to the Rose and Lion, the finest inn in Caemlyn. What can I get you?

Finding that the newly made table is indeed sturdy, Kirsten stands. "Very well, then you have three others to make just like it, to replace the ones which were broken." A brow lifts at Rashan's words, and her husband receives a slight warning look, "You can save such comments for Shienar, love." She walks back to the bar once more, smiling gently at the new entrances. "Good afternoon, Lady Hune, Lord Roesone."

Evren hrms, "Only thought one was broken. The one I slammed the Ski. ." he stops for a moment, and growls at the thought, "Into." he states moving to some of the spare wood he brought with him.

Demonder and Rennar slip into the common room. The young Lord is providing the escort, of course, though his hands are folded ahead of him as he fidgets with a small ring on that pinky finger. "Now to get us out of this mess..." he notes, peering suspiciously (or maybe hopefully) at Rennar. With Kirsten's greeting, he nods politely. "Mistress. Good afternoon."

Rashan laughs to himself softly as he turns as sees the nobles enter. Imagine, almost saying such rought words around nobility. He grins at Kirsten "Yes m'am." He bows to the Nobles "Honour to serve, m'Lord and Lady. I appologise for the mess... we're doing a little forced remodeling it seems... Can we get you anything?"

Sighing faintly, Rennar shakes her head, "I don't think we can, even if we wanted to. The rumors have already started, and are flowing through most of the noble circles now." She pats Demonder's arm gently, eyes going to both Kirsten and Rashan as they are greeted. Nodding her head, she smiles lightly. "Good afternoon." She glances to Demonder, waiting to see if he wants anything first.

Evren begins to cut the spare boards he brought it into a curved shape. To replace some tables. He doesn't seem in a good mood as he mutters to himself.

"And you mind that, Rashan." Kirsten warns, particularly now that more respectable customers have entered the room. She offers the noble pairing a smile once more, then settles herself behind the bar to clean up some of the glassware that actually survived last evening's forray.

Rashan grins to himself and makes his way over to the bar

"Remodeling, yes," Demonder agrees, a hopeful gaze turning in the direction of one of the preferred seats by the fireplace. "Afternoon Master Rashan." The lord does offer that unapproving shake of his head, from whomever might have caused such a mess in the Inn. "So love, as I suggested last night," there's that additional wink, "we could prove it true and be done with the matter. That's the simple solution. I mean, could you imagine all the questions that are going to come out in five months time, when..." Demonder doesn't finish, of course.

There is a firmness to Rennar's voice as she speaks, "I will not bring a child into this world when it is so strife with those that will simply break it, or cause trouble." Sniffing slightly, Rennar takes a seat at the fireside table. "What they choose to believe is their own concern. We know the truth."

Turail enters The Rose and Lion, looking around the common room.

"Again, is there anything that you'd like, m'lord, m'lady? Or, would you prefer to wait a touch, and get settled?" Kirsten's voice calls out to the noble couple getting settled by the hearth. While waiting for an answer, she addresses Rashan in a quieted manner, "We may need to also look into getting more dishes." This distresses her a bit, "They are getting more expensive."

Demonder takes a seat at the fireside table, peering across the table while he adjusts his axe and gets more comfortable. "Yes, well, ignoring this rumor of the Breaking coming," Demonder frowns, realizing if its not one thing it will be another. "Although the notes of congradulation we received this morning were rather amusing!"

Rashan sighs and nods to Kirsten "True... they do seem to get broken often. Sometimes, it's even by accident, and not in a fight. I'll see what I can find. Did you like this patern, or shall I see if I can find something a bit different?"

A heavy sigh comes from Rennar. "Notes that we'll have to return with, 'sorry, but we're not expecting.'" She smirks slightly, "How many do you think will believe us? I'm suspecting none at all." Her eyes do travel to those about the room. Noticing the man with the wood, Rennar raises a brow a bit.

"We might as well go about finding a new pattern. I don't think they make this one anymore. If anything, we can save the better of this china for special occassions or when we have guests of our own privately." Kirsten murmurs in a quieted manner. Clearly, she's distresed. "We might as well get as much use out of it as we can, and see what we can salvage."

Turail steps in from the stableyard and pulls the door closed behind him, pausing to let his eyes adjust to the slightly dimmer common room. The afternoon air has a refreshing bite to it. It reminds him, as the warmer air and slight smell of burning wood reaches him, how much he likes autumn's briskness. Seeing his cousin and his cousin's wife sitting down by the hearth, he moves that way, a slightly evil grin on his thin lips. "Cousin, Rennar.. I am told congratulations are in order.. ?" He leans a little closer and murmurs just loud enough for Rennar and Demonder's ears, "Some say you are expecting Rennar, while others insist it is Demonder who will be with child.." His words clearly teasing, perhaps playing on some earlier joke.

Rashan offers his wife a quick smile ment to reassure "Sounds good, Kir. I'll check into it tomarrow, maybe have some samples for you to look at."

The snicker which escapes from Rennar is hard to hide. Her eyes light up and rest upon Demonder, moving away from Evren and his work, "Yes, well... I expect that rumor could be true." She pokes fun at her husband, eyes twinkling happily. "Though, I suppose the other could be as well. In truth, neither are. I thank you, but your congratulations are misplaced." She then turns to Rashan, remembering he and Kirsten both asked if they needed anything, "I'd like some tea, please..." She glances to Demonder and Turail speculatively.

You sit down at Fireside Table.

Demonder sits down at Fireside Table.

Rashan nods at Rennar's request for some tea "Certainly, M'lady." he looks at Demonder and Turail expectantly "and for my Lords?"

Demonder bursts into laughter, loud enough to invade the conversation of some within the common room. "Cousin, really...!" The stammering tone sets his mood, eyes wide with surprise at the comment. "I assure you, that neither are the case." A chair is pushed out for Turail to sit on, Demonder using his leg from beneath the table. "Please, join us, however. It seems this rumor will indeed prove interesting." Demonder only begins to recover, as Rashan offers. "Tea would do well, thank-you."

The young Innkeeper nods her head to Rashan's comment, "Try to pick out something that's nice, but inexpensive. We can't afford to go overboard." Again, that worry creeps into Kirsten's voice. She turns a darkened set of eyes on Evren, as though blaming the young man solely for the problems of the Inn. He did have well enough of a hand in having it partially destroyed, afterall.

Turail manages not to chuckle too loudly, that wicked glint remaining in his blue eyes as he takes the offered chair and slides down into his, adjusting the sword at his side so as not to catch on the chair as he sits. "More's the pity then, cousins." Turail remarks as he leans into the back of the chair. "Delighted to join you of course." He turns his head towards the young innkeeper, "Tea, peppermint if you have it will be fine."

Rashan nods as he gets everyone's orders and heads back to the bar to prepair them. "A moment please..."

"I can't see any pity in keeping a child from this mess." Rennar states in a bland voice. "Who would want to pro-create in a world that will soon be steeped with war and chaos? Even if this so-called Dragon is true or false, w hat he represents, what he does, will have a serious impact on everything. We could be turned upside down and inside out." Rennar sighs deeply, shaking her head, "No, I think my decision to wait is best."

Rashan walks over to the table with the requested tea and sets it infront of the Nobles. He blinks a bit as he overhears Rennar's comments about the Dragon and shifts uncomfortably...

"These times do bring about concern," Demonder agrees, though tries to push past the subject. "Still, the rumor is rather amusing. And as said, rather false. There is no haulting good gossip however." Unable to escape the thought of this claimed Dragon Reborn being just outside, he looks to TUrail. "The Queen, she will not yield to this man like the Illian King did, wil she?" he asks quietly, eyes folowing to Rennar next with that concern.

"The wheel weaves as it wills.." Turail remarks softly with a shrug, his fingers clasping together on the table's edge. "Who will right the upended world without children to grow up into the Creator's Light? To each man and woman the duty the Wheel decrees..." He wraps his fingers around the tea as it's set before him with a nod and a slight smile for Rashan, recognising a countryman perhaps. His eyes grow more solemn however, "I do not know enough of the Queen's thoughts to be sure what she will do." He remarks with a shake of his head.

Rashan makes his way back to the bar after handing out the tea.

"One might do better to ask her brothers, the First Prince, or the Captain General of such things." Turail adds, lifting the tea to his lips.

Kirsten speaks to Rashan quietly for a few moments, then follows him up the stairs.

Kirsten walks up the stairs, to the upper levels of The Rose and Lion.

"How frequently do the False Dragons reappear?" Demonder asks between them both, still rather bothered by the subject, and not reassured by Turail's wisdom. "I know there were times that it would happen more frequently then others. This suggestion that there are two, it certainly does lead one to conclude that both are false. I just hope our local," the next he says at a whisper "Ta'veren" and then onward, "does not pull the strings of the one north."

"I would not stand for a Queen who yields to such a man." Rennar states calmly. "He is the epitome of chaos and destruction, by his very title." There is a visual shiver which comes from the young noble woman. Glancing to Demonder, she furrows her brow a bit, "I can't recall any from my childhood. So, perhaps one or two every so many decades."

"If he would grant our wish, and simply leave," Demonder mumbles. Those few around them might actually take up to their own conversation, most sharing similar views. Though, perhaps, at least one group begins to advocate for the true Dragon Reborn that they plan to follow. To the Breaking of the World, if required. Taking the cup of tea, he sips at it before going on. "House Roesone, apparently, is ready to wage a war against this fake Dragon."

Nodding slowly, Rennar contemplates, "It looks as though House Barydar means to defend Andor, if necessary. I have heard rumors that Lord Nevin has taken more men into his Manor, and fortified his grounds outside of the city." Her brow furrows in a considering manner, "Perhaps it is time that House Hune puts out a call to its own members."

Turail has for some minutes been mostly lost in thought, sipping at his tea while his eyes reflect somewhere else. He suddenly comes back to here and now however at Demonder's remark, leaning forward in his chair. "What?"

"They will defend Andor against this Dragon," Demonder repeats, nodding with agreement to Rennar's words. "We will not let a mad-man rule Andor, after-all. Illian, well, that surprises me. It shows weakness." Rennar's words to catch Demonder a hint off-guard, but he picks up on it quickly. "Yes, perhaps. If three of the biggest Houses in Andor let their intentions known, I am certain this Lord Dain will scatter rather quickly."

"At least I know I have cousins I could perhaps ask of aid. They are of the Tower, but I think the Tower would be interested in such a thing." Rennar states mildly, sighing in a soft manner. "I, for one, will not bow down to such a man, nor follow him." She shakes her head, all too firmly, then sighs. "Let us dwell upon another topic though?" Her tone is almost pleading.

Turail folds his hands together and rests his elbows on the table thinking seriously. What if one is the real Dragon? Will fighting the Dragon prevent the re-breaking? Probably not. The wheel decrees what it decrees. He says nothing else, merely listening to his cousins speak.

Demonder reaches over to take Rennar's hand. "It won't be bad, I'm sure. He'll go away. The Houses alone could defeat that little gathering he has. And the Tower," Demonder shrugs. "I rarely know what they are up too, or the reasons for what they do things." Not releasing Rennar's hand, Demonder does indeed change the subject. "Perhaps we need another escape from Caemlyn. We took a few weeks to finish this resort north of Caemlyn," Demonder explains to Turail. "Best to avoid Caemlyn for another few weeks."

Rennar shakes her head firmly, "I will not be driven from my home, Demonder." That stubborn streak returns to Rennar's features, one that is usually not far gone from her. "Not when I've fought so hard to get it back. If needed, I can live through whatever that man means to bring on us." She sighs once more, settling back in her chair. Glancing at Turail, she does, then change the topic. "How are you finding accomodations at House Hune?"

"Acceptable, thank you Rennar." Turail remarks seeming a little distracted by whatever thoughts go on in his head. "Though I admit I find it discomfitting to have no purpose in your home to fill." He grins wryly.

"You are family." Rennar states simply, shrugging her shoulders a bit, "And you are a Captain of the Queen's Guard. I think you are serving a higher purpose, Cousin."

"That is the benefit of being noble," Demonder announces, a wry smile forming on his lips as he lifts his cup of tea up as though preparing a toast. "We could live comfortably with no purpose. And you are certainly a Captian of the Queen's Guard, so a purpose is less intended." The words nearly repeated Rennar's.

Evren enters The Rose and Lion, looking around the common room.

Turail slides out his chair and smiles back rather wryly, "If you will excuse me cousins, there are a few items of duty waiting me." He seems unconvinced that he needs no purpose. He would die without one likely.

Surprise over takes Rennar at Turail's seemingly hasty departure. She nods her head slowly, confusion coming across her features. "Of course, Turail. Have a good afternoon." The last is said with a bit of hesitation, lips pressing together.

Turail hesitates and then offers quietly by way of explanation, perhaps noting that confused expression, "I do not mean to offend.. I simply.. find I need to think.. and I am poor company in such moments."

Demonder surprise is perhaps less expressed, though there. "Of course, cousin. Good evening to you." Since he still holds Rennar's hand, Demonder squeezes lightly. "Light clear your path..."

"And yours, Demonder.. Rennar.. Peace favor." With that, the half Shienaran ex-duke of Roesone makes his way out of the room and onto the street, his expression displaying confusion of his own.

Smiling gently at the explaination, Rennar nods her head to Turail. "Then I wish good thoughts upon you." It is then that she notices the young man from earlier entering the Inn once more. Leaning into Demonder, she murmurs softly, "Do you think he was one of the ones others about the Inn are talking about, with regards to last night?"

Turail pushes through the wooden door and heads back out to the stableyard.

Evren steps in, a load of lumber on his shoulder yet agian, "One last table to go." he states to himself as he moves to his workplace.

"Judging by Kristen's actions as we entered, I think we can assume as much." Demonder shifts the seat, angled now more toward his wife with Turail's departure. "Men being paid to build tables are typically more willing to do so."

Rennar nods quietly, pressing her lips together in thought. "How do you think we should best defend House Hune, if it comes to that?" The question further touches upon the topic earlier discussed.

Evren sets to his work, not paying mind to the patrons and others who give him the odd looks about what he may or may not have did. But he keeps a keen eye out as he has people after him now.

"We are allowed a hundred and fifty Guards within Caemlyn, yes?" Demonder asks. "Maybe a hundred. But that can be easily checked. Reaching those numbers, in addition to the House Guards in training, would be best. We've already had this issue spread violence through the streets. I've heard of riots, I've an Inn burning down. This is not a light matter, and it will be far too easy for someone to use the chaos to their advantage. Then, of course, regardless of this false Dragon, there is still the possibility of war with Murandy."

"I know Demonder, I know." There is a worried expression to Rennar's tone. She has not yet taken her eyes off of Evren, watching him quietly as he works. "And that's what worries me most. What if this so called King Renford of Murandy decides to attack us now, or even their group. If he is using men guised as Andoran guards..." She shakes her head, eyes brimming on more than concerns, "It does not look good either way, and this mess couldn't have come at a worse time."

Evren manages to build the quite sturdy tabletop and flips it around a few times, bending at it to make sure it is durable, before he takes the four legs and begins to fasten them to the bottom end of the table.

"Those that wish to act against Andor, could certainly turn this into an ugly situation." The agreement comes with a great deal of surprise, as it opens up angles that Demonder himself had not considered. "There are no answers for this. Well, with the exception of insuring that man camped outside leaves. And leaves soon. If House Hune is to mobilize its men, the Autumn and Winter months would be with less affect on the farming, of course."

A considering thought comes to Rennar's eyes, as she watches Evren work; one which distracts her from Demonder's words. "Pardon me..." She calls out across the room, clearly directed toward the young man building a table.

Evren smiles at his work, but is quickly uplifted as he is called to, he looks to the direction the voice came from and arcs a brow, bowing respectfully, "Yes M'lady?" he states with a noble sound.

Curiously tilting her head to the side a bit, Rennar inquires, "Do you also create lawn furniture." There is a serious expression which takes root in her features. "You seem to have a better than average craftsman ship. I've been looking for someone to make a few benches for my gardens, ones to replace the rather bland ones that are already there."

Demonder looks a fair bit surprised as he shifts his gaze from Rennar and then to Evren. Though at Rennar's announcement, Demonder can't help but chuckle. "Are you certain he will not break it first?" It is, but a teasing comment.

Evren nods slightly, "Anything that is wood I create." he narrows his eyes at Demonder, but makes no reply to his remark.

Jabbing Demonder in the side for his comment, Rennar smiles gently at Evren. "Perhaps when you are finished here, we can talk business then, particularly if you know of anyone who can carve as well, unless you know how to do that too."

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

Yeldarb walks up the stairs, to the upper levels of The Rose and Lion.

Demonder busies himself with rubbing the jabbed side, frowning at his wife, but with humerous undertones. "Well, he obviously..." Demonder stops, chuckling at himself now. "Sorry, I did not catch your name?" This, to Evren.

Evren holds up one of the leggs not yet attached, very ornate carvings and designs, "I do M'lady. Carpentry is my main skill, but I follow with my smithing." he removes the sword from its sheath, very ornate crafting on it, laying it across his hands he approaches them and offers it out, "It was crafted by my father whom taught me my own skills in smithing." he nods to Demonder, "The name is Evren, Evren Gray Morlan."

"Smithing?" Rennar lifts a brow at this, her eyes going to the drawn weapon. Indeed, she appears impressed. "You are a man of many skills, Master Evren. If your work is as good as you claim, then I think there's a very good business proposition in the works, or could be if you are interested."

"Master Evren, greetings," Demonder offers in a more friendly tone. "Many skills, indeed." Not being one of great knowledge in smithing, he simply glances at the sword, and offers a breef nod in appreciation for the quality. "We would certainly have a use for a man with such talents," Demonder agrees. "So long as he explains the reason why he is providing his services for free." Demonder's amused smile broadens.

ArianaAl'Phail comes down the creaking stairs, and enters the common room.

ArianaAl'Phail comes down the creaky stairs and sit at a table.

ArianaAl'Phail sits down at Corner Table.

Evren flips the sword around once and in that fluid motion he slides it into its sheath which rests on his back, he looks to Demonder, "My work is punishment for the brawl which occured here last night." his tone is serious and emotionless as he watches Demonders expression.

"Honesty is an important commodity, don't lose it." Rennar states simply, offering Evren a faint smile. "If you would like to discuss a business arrangement, simply let me know whenever you have completed what it is you are doing here."

Demonder inclines his head. "Of course, Master Evren. Let some good come from the events that bring you to work on these tables, yes?"

ArianaAl'Phail orders Wine.

A server scurries over to the Corner Table and sets the Wine before ArianaAl'Phail.

Evren nods slightly to Demonder, "Of cource. I don't fight to fight M'lord. I hope you realize that. I fought the men so no harm would come to those here." he states, turning to Rennar, he nods slightly with a smile, "Whenever you are willing to speak is fine with me. I am done for today, as the inn is returning to its former beuaty."

Rennar nods her head slowly in response to Evren, "Well, perhaps a later time?" The comment comes softly, "My husband, Demonder, and I have to get ready for something at the Palace for this evening."

Demonder looks to the windows to guage the time of the day. "Indeed we do. And we need to change first," Demonder grumbles, standing up from his seat. "Pleasant evening to you, Master Evren." Demonder moves to offer Rennar his arm. "Shall we?"

Evren bows to the two, "Very well M'lady, M'lord. Do fare well." he smiles.

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

A sound can be heard from the stairs, as Dashel makes his way down, slowly. He glances around the room, quickly, before he looks down again.

"You as well, Master Evren." Rennar states in a calm manner. She rises from her chair, accepting Demonder's help as she moves.

You stand and leave Fireside Table.

Demonder stands and leaves Fireside Table.

Demonder pushes through the wooden door and heads back out to the stableyard.

Rennar leaves with Demonder.