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 crowd is large tonight, and laughter and chatter fills the common room to 
the rafters. The customers enjoy the brisk warmth of the fire that is blazing 
upon the stout flagstone hearth. 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.

                                           
Contents:
Stefen

Stefen raises an eyebrow at all the banners

Rennar carefully makes her way into the inn, a small smile on her features. She 
pleasantly greets some of the people in the room that she seems to know.

Stefen bows to the lady in red as he looks around for a chair.

Rennar turns her attention to Stefen a moment, then glances to the banners as 
well, murmuring quietly, "The proprietor of this establishment is very 
patriotic." She smiles lightly, then goes for the fireside table herself.

Stefen walks up to the fireside table, murmuring with happiness at its warmth.

Stefen says "Please forgive me miLady, but may I join you at your table?""

Rennar tilts her head just slightly to the side as she observes Stefen. She 
starts to say something, then stops, something of a short half smile coming to 
her features, "You may. You may call me Rennar, if you wish." She does not give 
her full title. This gets some looks from some of the regular patrons. "Are you 
new to Caemlyn?"

Stefen smiles with obvious pleasure. "Why yes mi . . I mean Renner. I just came 
into town earlier today."

Stefen sits down

"How do you like the city so far?" Rennar encourages the conversation as she 
continues to regard the young man taking a seat at her table now. "I hear 
rumors that some think it better than even Tar Valon. After having visited 
there jsut recently myself for the first time, I'd have to agree, but then 
again, I am biased because this is my home."

Stefen blushes. "Well actually, I've never been to Tar Valon." He speaks up 
quickly to cover his ignorance. "I have heard the tales though. I hear it is 
more marvelous than a perfect sunset."

Rennar shrugs absently, though continues to smile pleasantly. It's not hard to 
see that her smile is quite genuine in nature. "I'm not particularly certain 
about that, and this was my first trip out of Caemlyn. Perhaps it was because I 
was homesick that I am so biased for my own city. Granted, the towers spire 
higher than any I've seen, and the city is a marvel for it's Ogier carvings, 
but part of Caemlyn was also Ogier built."

Stefen raises an eyebrow. "Really? What part?"

"The inner city, where the Palace and it's grounds are generally kept." Rennar 
murmurs in her quiet manner, folding her hands delicately upon the table before 
her, "You can tell the architecture is different between here and there."

Stefen says "Perhaps you could show me around sometime?" Stefen tries to cover 
up his forwardness with a stammer. "I mean . . er . . . if the presence of one 
like myself wouldn't offend?""

Stefen fears that he may have offended the lady. Sniffing his armpit 
surreptiously, he is CERTAIN that he must have offended the lady.

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

A small brow quirks upon Rennar's features. No amusement touches her face, nor 
offence. "I would not be offended by your presence. I am of the more... modern 
mind, that the classes should mix and mingle a bit. Though..." Now amusement 
touches her eyes, "It might goad my fiance into spending a bit more time with 
me, but I do not wish for him to get the wrong impression. It would not bode 
well for the both of us." She pauses a moment, "Though I do not see a problem 
in simply showing you about the city,."

Stefen says "Fiance? Is he a noble like yourself?" He takes a step back, 
suddenly glad he couldn't figure out how to sit down."

Thalior bustles down the stairs and lands in a halt at people. His wickedly 
humorous grin increases. "Haha ha ah HA ha ha! G'day folks. I didn't mean to 
interupt your conversation."

Stefen smiles with delight when the gleeman enters the room. Overwhelmed to 
meet a REAL gleeman!

Thalior taps his blue staff on the floor which pops up. He snatches it with his 
left hand. He mutters to himself something about loving Andor.

Rennar tilts her head at Stefen, curiosity entering her eyes, "Aye, he is. Of 
House Roesone." She comments quietly, "He does not bite, however." She teases 
quietly.

Rennar blinks and turns her attention to Thalior, her smile broadening, "Good 
evening, good sir." She greets the entertainer.

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

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

Thalior spins before you and lands in a bow. "Nice to meet such fine folks. 
Very nice indeed, mmHmm."

Stefen quickly decides that irritating nobles is not a good way to begin and 
turns his attention to the Gleeman

Thalior's eyes widen in a GRIN at more folks entering the Inn. "haha great!" He 
pretends to rest his weight left on his staff, but the staff is in his right 
hand. "Thankee well meet Andoran! Its nice to see people willing to smile."

A dark purple cloak flurries around the young noble that makes his way into the 
common room. Demmonder's light eyes look through the common room as he takes a 
few steps into and watches the activity of the common room. Oddly enough, he 
may even belong here, even with his richly attire. That axe that hangs on his 
side looks old and well used enough to proclaim him a guard. Demonder's eyes do 
go a little wide at the notice of Rennar, pleasantly wide, as he makes his way 
to her in long and casual steps.

Stefen wipes his brow in relief that he wasn't in the way of the guard.

Thorpe glances around the room dangerous blue eyes darting towards the sudden 
movement and then moves silently away from the scene

Stefen says "So what are you going to perform for us tonight Gleeman?""

A maid passes and the gleeman catches her by the waist and into a spin. He bows 
her and steps back. "One flask of ale lass!" He draws a copper from behind her 
ear and hands it to her with a wink.

Thalior lands a smile on Stefen. "I just arrived this very moment my friend! 
Came from out west. I was hopin' for a cold ale to wet my whistle than sleep 
for an Age." He thinks to himself for a moment. His grinning mouth almost pants 
with an idea. "How'd you like some jugglin' m'friend?!"

Thorpe sits down at Corner Table.

Stefen almost leaps into the air. "That would be great!"

Thorpe strides to sit by the corner table carefully placing his back to the 
wall, not looking at anyone in particular but nobody escapes his searching gaze

Stefen shudders as the guy with the sword looks at him. nope, doesn't like that at all!

A maid brings a flask to Thalior which he drinks, then sips, and drinks again 
finishing it. He whistles at the maid who has begun walking away and tosses the 
empty mug over to her. As she turns around her hands come up just in time to 
catch it by the handle. He finishes, "Hey hey, nice catch lass, 'eh?"

Rennar gives Stefen another oddly curious look, "Indeed Caemlyn has a great 
many sights to see." She smiles at the man standing near her table. Her 
attention is htem brought to the newcomers as she enters the room. Her eyes 
almost instantly light up upon seeing Demonder - no surprising this noble woman 
this time, "Lord Demonder. A pleasant surprise to see you here." Well, at least 
not over surprising her.

Thorpe nods a polite bow to lord Demonder

Stefen decides to lean against the bar since all the chairs appear to be nailed 
to the floor.

Demonder bows his head lightly, that smile tugging at his lips with a touch of 
amusement. "Lady Rennar," he greets in a formal tone that touches on playful. 
Nodding to the man near the fireside table, he notes Rennar again with those 
light eyes. "May I join, m'lady?" Oh, he must be playing on her strings now, 
that tone hassarding in tone as the young lord grins.

Thalior bites his bottom lip in joy that attention has been snatched from 
Stefen. He pulls his hood half over his head nad slides up the staircase where 
a very soft bed is waiting for his aching long traveled body. A quiet giggle is 
heard as the last of his shadow flows along the stairwell's wall, and missed by 
most.

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

Rennar appears to frown slightly at Demonder, "You may, Lord Demonder." There's 
also a touch of... well... trepidition? No, that's not the word, but 
perhaps.... caution on her features.

Stefen sits down at Bar Stools.

Demonder takes a seat on the invitation, his grin not slipping a touch at the 
caution expressed in Rennar's features. Very little would spoil this lord's 
mood, it seems, and Rennar would have a tough time at it. "Something the 
matter, Lady Rennar?" he asks, leaning an elbow on the table as he turns his 
body toward her.

Demonder sits down at Fireside Table.

Stefen sighs as the gleeman chuckles his way up the stairs and manages to 
capture an ale from its cruel jailor, the barmaid.

"Just wondering what mischief you are up to this evening, Lord Demonder. With 
that look on your face, trouble or... something else, is surely to follow." The 
young Andoran lady appears to tease her table guest.

Stefen finishes his ale and grabs another from the nearest barmaid

Demonder leans forward on the table closer to the young noble, his eyes holding 
more then just a hint of life about them. Being teased now, is he? Of course, 
this can only further encourage him. "The only trouble that follows me, Lady 
Rennar, is that the company of young noble Ladies that look to me in that way," 
he gestures to Rennar, that smile having a full grasp of his expressio now.

Rennar tsks quietly, shaking her head from side to side, "And such restraint 
you must show them." She still teases the noble lord, "And how they must try 
all the harder."

Demonder shrugs his shoulder casually, this time attempting to regain some 
control over the smile on his expression. It turns into a polite grin, though 
his lips tug upwards as he continues on. "Well, perhaps, though it would truly 
be unfair to have it any other way," he notes. "Diamonds would not be enjoyed 
as well if everyone had wealthy supplies of them." There is a pause, Demonder 
would never claim to be vain about himself. "Oh, we were speaking of me?" he 
notes with surprise. "I was referring to the beautiful noble lady that has 
honored me with the invitation to her table."

Rennar chuckles lightly at Demonder, watching him with a warm expression, 
"Indeed, then it might be a diamond in the rough, for I see no such thing about 
me." She winks, then takes a sip of the drink before her.

Demonder takes Rennar's hand in his with no hesitation about him. She would not 
pull away, not his wife to be. Well, at least maybe not. "Beauty is all I see 
in you," Demonder responds with a smile. "A brave heart and a brilliant mind as 
well, of course, but my eyes feast on your beauty."

Rennar seems to hesitate a moment before murmuring, "I would save the brave 
heart until the time comes that I must deal with my uncle."

Demonder offers a reassuring smile as he holds Rennar's hand warmly. "You will, 
my love. You will, when the time is right, and only then."

Rennar nods her head silently, though does not look too terribly reassured, "We 
will see, Demonder...." She drops the lord stuff.

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

Kurl looks aroun the room.

Demonder seems very insistant on having a smiling wife-to-be. At least one 
would get that impression when he leans forward and kisses her lightly on the 
cheek. "We will do as needs to be done, Renni, simple as that."

Kurl nods to Demonder and goes to sit in the corner.

Kurl sits down at Corner Table.

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

Stefen orders Beef-Stew.

Rennar nods her head a bit quietly to Demonder's words, giving him a faint 
smile - perhaps to humor his efforts. "I know. ANd not before.

A server scurries over to Stefen and sets the Beef-Stew before him.

Stefen chows down heartily, making loud chomping noises as he seems to be 
eating this stuff for the first time.

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

Meg wanders downstairs, and smiles generally at the room, before she heads for 
the bar.

Stefen smiles for a moment at the lady sweeping down the stairs

Kurl looks Meg up and down, smiling a little.

Stefen mumbles to himself about needing some new clothes.

Meg smiles back to Stefen (if it's her he was smiling at). She's not quite sure 
how to react to Kurl, so she nods. It's a polite nod, as nods go.

Stefen sits down at Bar Stools.

Demonder leans back in his seat and nods to Rennar. At least getting a reaction 
for Rennar, he does manage to turn his expression more serious. "The wheel 
offers us interesting challenges," he comments quietly and turns a moment to 
note the large warrior at the bar. His attention does turn to Rannar as he goes 
on. "I was a touch surprised to see you here," he notes with a smile, leaning 
forward on the table so that they may speak quietly.

Stefen orders Mead.

A server scurries over to the Bar Stools and sets the Mead before Stefen.

Stefen sips his mead and watches the room

Meg orders quietly at the bar, then waits, looking around her.

Stefen amazed at all the obivous wealth around here,

Stefen tries to behave but can't help looking at the raven-haired beauty at the 
bar.

"Whyfore?" Rennar responds to Demonder with a touch of curiosity, "I told you I 
often wander upon the streets and mingle."

Meg pays for her tea when it comes. She considers a table, but just settles 
down at the bar.

Meg smiles at Stefen, friendly enough. "Good evening." As she stirs a great 
deal of sugar into that tea.

Meg sits down at Bar Stools.

Demonder smiles in response. "I just have yet to see you here," Demonder 
responds. "Not that I have had much chance to venture through here. House 
matters have been a little at odds," he ponders that. "Well, nothing to discuss 
here, nor nothing horrible, but strains within have been keeping me occupied. 
As have my morning sessions, which have turned into daily events."

Rennar nods her head a bit, chuckling slightly, "Have they now? No doubt the 
girls at court trying to woo you so you'd win for them.' Again she teases.

Stefen smiles cautiously at the Lady sitting at the stools.

Meg returns the smile, though she looks a little nervous; he is _quiet_. She 
puts her spoon down and takes a sip of tea.

Demonder shakes his head and smiles to Rennar. "Oh, not at all. Few would risk 
an onsavoiry position with your House, Renni," he notes with a teasing smile.

Stefen looks down at his clothes and then looks at hers and sadly shakes his 
head, embarassed at his atire.

Kurl orders Mead.

A server scurries over to the Corner Table and sets the Mead before Kurl.

Stefen tries to brush some of the dust from his old clothes in an attempt to 
fit in with the well dressed Gentlefolk in the taproom.

Meg smiles, and tries a question. Of Stefen. "Is something wrong?"

Rennar catches the smile from Stefen and smiles back. She then turns her 
attention back to Demonder, chuckling once more., "Perhaps that is true, but 
most know that I am not as heavy handed about matters as others sesem to be.'

Stefen jumps a bit, a touch startled. Turning to the black haired woman sitting 
next to him, he says, "Well . . . err . . . its just that I'm not used to 
drinking in the same place with nobles like yourself. Where I'm from you can 
get locked up for doing that."

Meg blinks. "Oh, I'm not a noble. Definitely not."

Stefen can not even conceal his look of surprise. "But your clothes . . . I've 
never seen anything like that before. . . not even on a feastday!"

Demonder looks to Renni and nods. "True," he notes quietly. "But Lady Rennar, I 
do need to make my departure."

Meg looks down at them, embarassed. Perhaps she _is_ extravagant. Weakly, 
"That's just the city."

Stefen smiles a little more broadly. "You mean I won't go to jail for speaking 
to you?"

Meg blinks. "Of course not. Where would you go to jail for something like 
that?"

Stefen starts to respond and then closes his mouth again with a confused 
expression. He tries again and then stops again. Finally he replies, "Um . . 
well . . . I . . I don't remember . . ." His voice trails off in total 
confusion.

Rennar rises from her seat at Demonder's words, "As do I. I have to tend to 
Calisa and Satira."

Demonder rises with Rennar and offers her his arm. "Very well then," he notes 
with a smile.

Meg looks at Stefen in confusion. "Well, I don't think it's true here. And I'm 
not a noble, so it doesn't matter, with me, if it is."

Rennar takes Demonder's arm and follows him out of the building.

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

Stefen says "Well in that case." He says with a broad engaging smile. "My name 
is Stefen. Tis a true pleasure to meet you . . . I'm sorry, I didn't catch your 
name.""

Meg smiles. "I'm Meg Matan. Pleased to meet you."

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