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. The smell of the spring flowers in full bloom fills the common room with a sweet scent. 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:
Demonder
Renica
Narine
Ruen

The door opens and closes, revealing a young woman, noble by the looks of her. She carefully makes her way into the inn, smoothing over the skirts of her dress as she does so. Rennar takes a moment to look about, settling herself just out of the way of the door so others can traverse in and out of the inn.

Ruen glances up as the door opens, and upon seeing his Mistress, bows deeply, again going to one knee, waiting to be acknowledged. "My lady Rennar." are his only words.

Narine twists in her seat as she hears the door open, and quickly rises as she notes the woman's dress, and Ruen's reaction. In a fluid motion she drops a curtsy to the Lady, murmuring, "My Lady."

Demonder's green eyes seem to always be observing the room, and as his wife-to-be walks in, that smile soon widens as he stands from his seat in the expectation to be noticed. Demonder does turn to his sister, nudging her a touch playfully. "Lady Rennar ..."

Renica rises as well, and dips an almost startlingly deep curtsey. "Your Grace," she murmurs.

Rennar appears to roll her eyes every so slightly at all the bowing and curtseying, "Please, not here." A faint blush touches this noble woman's cheeks, hinting at a bit of modesty, "No won...." She bites off her words, and widens her eyes at Renica's greeting.

Ruen gets to his feet, but remains standing, ettiqette dictating that he must sit only after his betters....

Demonder looks to his sister with a touch of further amusement. Clearly enjoying the blushing Rennar, Demonder plays it out further, offering her a seat next to him and opposit of Renica. "Lady Rennar, please, no sense of modesty here." That playful tone is clear, as he looks to the others in that 'at ease' look.

Surprise still remains deeply etched on Rennar's features, uncomfortable surprised, "Please, do not wait on me to go about yoru business." She is defintely not enjoying herself, "That is twice this week that one might get me hanged for treason."

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

Rudra arrives with Cronus.

Luckily for Cronus, and his dog Rudra, Rennar's back is currently to the door. Her attention is on the others within the room, all standing before her for some reason or another.

Ruen barekly spares a glance for the newcomer, but eases up a bit at rennar's request. He still remains standing though, and toys with his dagger.

"You are a High Seat," Renica reminds her, looking absolutely innocent and acting as if this was entirely fitting. She hides a smile as she retakes her own seat.

Cronus enters and looks about the room, giving a pleasent nod to those about as he surveys the scene curiously. At the site of Rennar, he motions for Rudra to get behind the bar, out of the way for now.

Narine relaxes slightly at Demonder's glance, but remains standing. She nods and offers a faint smile to Cronus, although her eyes green eyes are slightly cold as she regards him.

Rudra about to head to his place by the fire stops and goes behind the bar edge so as to be out of the mainsight of the room.

Demonder peers at Rennar with curiousity at her comment, that smile fading a touch seeing that all his efforts of amusement are not successful. "We were just getting seated," Demonder explains. "We'd be hono..." Demonder breaks the act with a smile. "Join us?"

"That hardly means that everyone needs to bow and scrape every time I come into a room." Rennar mumbles disdainfully, still looking a bit on edge from her greeting. No doubt the opposite affect than was desired. "I come /here/ to relax and get away from all that." Still standing, one of the servers brings her a cup filled with some sort of liquid, "Thank you Juli." She comments quietly. The serving girl named Juli smiles and nods, "No problem, Rennar." She winks then goes off to her own business.

"We are almost family, around here," Renica laughs softly. She seems to be enjoying herself immensely. "Why don't you come around sometime? We would be happy to share our time with you."

Narine watches the Nobles banter, a small smile on her face, although her eyes appear a bit puzzled at the women's behavior.

"Indeed, almost..." Rennar eyes Renica in a calm manner, though appraisingly as well. The gaze lingers for a few brief moments before she turns her attention to Demonder, allowing some semblance of a smile to touch her lips, "I would like that, if the others would."

Ruen stoicly remains standing, although he does take up his tankard, and sup a little ale. He seems to realise that he's toying with his blade, and abrubptly yanks his hand away from it...

Cronus shakes his head at all the politics going on and takes a seat near the end of the bar where Rudra is hiding.

Demonder steps out from the table to pull out a chair for Rennar. "I'm not hearing any objections," he comments with a smile at Rennar. "I think you know everybody. But for perhaps Narine?" he asks with a touch of question as he looks to the lady with the breaches. "Lady Hune, Mistress Narine."

Narine bows her head, not curtsying, so that she might not offend the Lady more. "My Lady. May the Light illumine you."

"Please call me Rennar while I am here." The young andoran noble woman addresses Narine, offering a gentle smile in the other woman's direction. "The inn is the one place I've deemed that formalities stay /outside/ the doors."

Narine bows her head and responds, "Yes...Rennar..." she speaks the name somewhat hesitantly, looking to the woman for approval.

Ruen smiles at his old friend, pleased that she seems to get on with his mistress...

Looking somewhat relieved, Rennar finally makes her way across the room and to the seat offered, "I trust all is well with everyone?" She lifts her mug and sips at the cool liquid inside.

Narine glances towards Ruen and grins quickly, before schooling her face to a respecful smile.

Renica's big brown eyes seem to agree with the revelry. "Very much," she says to Rennar with a smile, relaxing. "Strawberry cordial, if you will," she murmurs to a server.

Ruen still remains standing. Nobility and age place all present socially above him, and he seems to set great store with ettiqette. At least when huis employers are present...

Cronus sits down at Bar Stools.

Narine places her feet slightly apart, and puts her hands behind her back. She appears very much the soldier at-ease.

Demonder takes a seat at the table. "Very well, I'm sure," he comments with a smile. Looking to those without a drink which would be Narine and Renica, he ponders. "What are we having?" Calling down a waistress, Demonder orders a glass of wine for himself.

Rennar nods her head just so, that smile remaining present. She seems to be relaxing as she gets more settled into her chair. She takes another sip of her drink, then sighs softly, "I am glad that is going well for others." She makes no mention of things happening with her and her own life.

"Please, join us," Renica invites, softening. She smiles reassuringly at Narine and Ruen.

Ruen hesitates, and then steps forward, pulling out a chair for narine...

Narine smiles and sits gracefully in the chair. It appears as though she had been taught some manners, and knows more than just how to straddle the object.

Rennar glances at Narine and Ruen, tilting her head to the side just a bit, "To explain why I insist on being treated like everyone else while I am here. I know that I am noble, but I am of a more modern mind than some from say... Cairhien." She wrinkles her nose a bit when she mentions the other country, "I believe in times and places where the lines between social cultures should drop and everyone should enjoy themselves. For me, here is that place. I don't expect anything from anyone, or do they expect anything from me, except the simple courtsy to exist and have fun." She smirks, "Unless of course there are those that wish to have a brawl and ruin it all for everyone."

Ruen finally sits, satisfied that ettiqette has been observed. he still seems a little uncomfortable in the presence of his employers, though. perhaps because of the social nature of the suroundings...

Cronus glances over at the table as he sips his tea, unsure what to think about how Narine feels...

Narine looks at Rennar as she speaks and nods, smiling. Although why the woman feels the need to explain herself to a commoner, she has no idea.

Renica accepts a strawberry cordial from her server and almost automatically passes him a silver penny. She holds the glass in both hands, but her eyes are on Rennar. "I rather liked Cairhien," she says wistfully. "Thay have such a nice library there..."

Ruen eyes the lady Renica, and starts to nod, before stopping himself. It seems he too has /some/ fond memories of Cairhien.

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

"At least in the library you can hide yourself." Rennar smiles softly, then groans a bit, "I am so dreading the fact that Mistress Maggae is coming to Caemlyn myself."

Demonder nods at Rennar's explination, a touch of amusement as he looks between Ruen and Narine. There is no more then a touch of a look that he gives Renica at her comment on Cairhien libraries, a chuckle escaping as he shakes his head. "So long as it is only the library you think of, sister," he adds further with amusemnt.

Ruen starts to look cagey at the mention of the infamous Maggae. "Mistress maggae is coming here? He asks." He shakes his head. "I was not informed... I wonder if..." he starts, but breaks off with a blush.

Narine tilts her head, her green eyes questioning, but she knows better than to interrupt and holds her tongue.

"Oh, but I would not have to crane my neck all the time to look at the men," Renica teases her twin. She looks over at Rennar. "Mistress Maggae? How so?"

A frown appears on Rennar's features, "Aye, she is accompanying the Queen on her return trip to Andor, or so I've heard throughout court." She sniffs, "I received a missive from her myself, but returned it unopened. I do not approve of that woman."

Samuel adjusting his cloak and then holding his head and muttering to himself he navigates slowly and ungracefully towards the bar

Samuel says "if any one ever sees me touch the whisky in here again they can feel free to hit me."

Demonder covers his reaction with a caugh at the mention of Mistress Maggae. Which is further covered up well with the gaze he gives his sister at the mention of staring at men. Shaking his head with dissapproval, he tries to smile at Rennar's further reaction. On this subject, Demonder would rather not comment. Not beyond the obvious, "Yes, not a considerate woman."

Cronus glances curiously at the talk of Maggae before looking to Samuel and nods.

Samuel finally realizing the conversation going on around him he groggily fixes his eyes on cronus

Samuel starting off toward cronus slowly still murmuring stuff to himself

"Considerate /hardly/ covers it. I left Tar Valon because I heard she rendered criminals in her protection. /HER/ protection." Rennar looks almost incensed by that idea alone, "Rather than sending them to their due justice."

Samuel says "who is this Maggae? Whats all the fuss about?"

"Oh, but Mala and I found her such great fun," Renica protestssmiling at Demonder to reassure him that she was /just/ joking. "perhaps she has a reason?" she offers,

Samuel says "whow. whats going on. Samuel looking more attentive now."

Ruen looks suprised at his mistresses strong words, and a touch od.. disagreement? lights his features...

"There is no reason to protect known criminals from the justice system of an area they deem to work for." Rennar sniffs, taking a sip of her drink. Her attention moves briefly to Samuel, "If you've ever been to Tar Valon, you might know."

Samuel looking back and forth between the people speaking trying to figure out whats going on and looking very confused

Samuel says "why, she's not aes sedai is she"

Samuel looking back and forth

Demonder chuckles at his sister's response. A touch less then usual, though as he takes to his own wine and shrugs a shoulder. "I've had very brief dealings with her," he commnets idealy. "Each time her husband to be, the Counsilor of Finance, had some missed placed assumptions." Shaking his head to Samuel. "No, not Aes Sedai. Domani."

Samuel says "Oh ok"

Renica tears her attention away from the subject at hand, and regards the newcomer curiously. "The Light shine on you, sir."

Samuel says "The light illumine you also maddam, bowing slightly and tilting hat"

Samuel says "I am Samuel A'bannon"

Samuel you notice a amadician slur to his voice

Narine watches the drunkard with a touch of unease, recalling the previous eve's events.

Ruen frowns slightly, and makes little effort to get involved. It seems he has something on his mind...

Rennar settles her drink down on the table, not letting it spill once. Her eyes carefully roam the room before they fall on Demonder and the others again, "In either case, I fear that I shall be avoiding the palace when /she/ and her contingent arrive. As much as I would like to be at Aislynn's return." Yes, she calls the Queen by her first name, again, "I do not think that I could stomach her... mannerisms." She finally concludes, leaving things at that, "I shall have to visit with Aislynn after this delegation has left."

Samuel says "Hello Narine, sorry I didn't see you there. Does anyone have anything for a terrible hang over?"

Renica looks slightly disapproving of the stranger's disposition, but her next words are kind, noentheless. "Do you need help?"

Ruen looks up at his mistresses words, with a touch of alarm. "may i be permitted to offer advice, my lady?" he asks respectfully.

Samuel says "why do you have anything? For a spliting head ache"

Narine smiles at Samuel. "I do, but I do not think that you deserve you...you see, you caused the pain yourself, Samuel."

Samuel says "I see no cure for stupidity"

Juli, the server from before, comes back into the room. She eyes those about her, nodding to Cronus, "Good day, good sir. What can I get you?" Upon hearing Samuel's words she turns her attention to him instead, "What sort of remedy be you looking for?" The young woman responds, "I might have something in the back, provided you not drink as much as the night before." Her tone indicates some sort of warning.

Samuel hanging his head and sighing

"You know this man?" Renica asks Narine in an unfathomable tone of voice. She seems concerned.

Samuel says "I'm not always in such disrepair maddam"

Samuel says "I had one too many games of stones yesterday I'm afraid"

A small frown on Juli's features indicates that she's not easily convinced, "I wish to hear the promise for myself before I give ye help."

Narine nods slowly. "I met the man the other evening. He fell on the floor, drunk out of his wits. He almost gave himself a concussion."

Samuel says "I will not drink this stuff again ever I give you my vow"

Rennar turns her attention to Ruen, lifting a brow ever so slightly. She nods acknowledgement to the request, but still... she seems irked by something else.

"Regrettable," Renica shakes her head sadly. "Take care of him, please," she says to Juli, offering a silver penny.

Demonder nods his head on the mannerism part, shrugging a shoulder. "How that husband of hers puts up with it ..." he notes after a moment. Turning to Rennar with a touch of concern, he waits for his eyes to meet with hers. "And things are well with you?" he asks, quietly in tone, ignoring the others for a moment.

Samuel says "thank you maddam"

Samuel still holding head, say I've never really drank that much before

"Somehow I do not believe that, but you've given the promise I need for tonight." Juli eyes Samuel for a few moments longer, then disappears into the back. She does not take long before she reappears with a rather gross looking conconction, "Drink that. It tastes horrible, but it cures the headaches." The concoction smells bad as well.

Ruen leans closer to his mistress. "I strongly advise that you attend. House Hune /must/ make an effort to appear in public, especially given your uncle's recent...actions."

Samuel turning to Narine

Samuel says "so how are things with you tonight"

Samuel a strained smile lights his face

Samuel taking the conncoction and drinking and trying hard not to make a face.

Samuel says "thank you much maddam"

"I did not say that there would not be a representative from House Hune. I said that I, myself, will not be going. The Queen will know for my reason not being there." Rennar responds to Ruen's comment. SHe turns her attention to Demonder as she speaks his own question, "Everything is well." She lies of course.

Samuel says "why so much talk of the queen"

Samuel says "sorry for my rude intrusion"

Ruen shakes his head sadly at his lady's comments, but resigns himself to the inevitability of her answer. "if you please, my lady, who will be the hune representative?" he asks quietly, seemingly worried about asking political questions in a social environment...

Samuel says "but I've never heard so much before"

Juli pipes up to answer this question for the man, "The Queen will be returning to Caemlyn very, very soon." There is a look of pride on her features.

Renica turns her head at this phrase. "Surely you will attend?" Renica says in disbelief. "One woman compared to the Queen?"

Demonder considers Ruen's words for a moment as he looks to Rennar, a slight nod of his head indicating more reluctance and disapproval then agreement. "We deal with matters as we must, and clearly Lady Rennar does not require to make herself known to the Queen of Andor at a formal engagement. Yet, to have your uncle there?" he clears his throat, leaning back on the chair. "He would likely be there."

"Surely, I will not, as I have not over the past years. Aside from personal reasons, there are also business reasons, which I will not discuss here." Rennar answers, "Though I see no one being compared to the Queen, unless I heard something wrong?" She looks about the table carefully.

Samuel turning again to Narine, poping a questioning eye brow

Narine nods to Samuel, having briefly been caught up in her table companion's discusion. "I am well. And how is your head feeling?

Samuel nodding back and forth as if just realizing, says much better.

"I can not control the actions of my uncle." Rennar states in a somewhat flat voice, "Any more than I can control how the winds blow. He will be there regardless of what I say or do, that is an inevibility, however the person being sent will be more than capable of handling any fallout that might arise, I assure you."

Ruen shakes his head in exasperation. "Will I get the chance to meet the Hune representative?" he asks of the lady rennar. "I really need to know these things..." he adds in a subdued tone...

Rennar turns her attention more pointedly on Ruen now, frowning slightly, "You will. But now is really not the time to be discussing business. I really had hoped to escape that when I came here."

Cronus hmms at all the people then moves to the tea room so he can sit in quiet till trouble starts if it starts.

Cronus opens the large oak door and enters the quiet serenity of the Rose Tea Room.

Rudra leaves with Cronus.

Samuel takes off after cronus with renewed agility

Samuel opens the large oak door and enters the quiet serenity of the Rose Tea Room.

Ruen falters, and falls once again into silence, looking slightly hurt...

If Rennar catches the look of hurt, she gives no show if it, entrapped in her own things, it may seem. SHe picks up her drink and sips at it again, absently running her fingers around the rim afterwards.

Ruen sighs and sups his ale, glancing around the table. He mutters under his breath in the old tongue...

Demonder looks to Ruen with an unreadable expression before he turns his attentions to Rennar. He even goes as far as the lay his large forearm on the back of Rennar's chair as he leans forward. His eyes comforting on hers. "If there were a gleeman about, I'd ask for a dance. I'd ask anyway, but you seem to object to dancing without the sounds of music," he notes with a hint of a smile. And with hopes that this will catch some positive reaction for Rennar.

Narine watches those around her silently, absorbing the conversation.

Rennar does not glance in Ruen's mumbling direction, or give indication that she heard his words. She looks up, lifing a brow at Demonder's comment, "I'm not much in the mood for dancing, Lord Demonder." She's started to go all formal again, a sure sign that maybe there is something more wrong than meets the eye.

Demonder does take an interest in having Rennar smile, and typically when her tone gets formal, that is not a good sign. Sighing lightly, he ponders for a moment. "Perhaps you'd like to discuss matters of business to get them off your mind? Or at least ease your thoughts, Renni?" The use of her name, unformal, warm, contradicts her formal tone to every note.

"Not here." Rennar insists. "I wished to try to enjoy myself, but that mood seems to have been ruined for now." She offers Demoneder a half smile, which appears to also include Ruen.

Ruen attempts to smile back, but fails. Apparantly earlier conversations have left him felling... Shaken...

Just as the room falls silent, the door to the inn bursts open. A rather young looking man who bears the markings of House Hune pauses briefly, then comes running over to Rennar's table, looking rather excited about something, "Lady Rennar? Lady Rennar! Come quick. There is trouble at the manor!" His voice bears the mark of urgency.

Ruen looks up, startled, and leaps to his feet, looking to his lady.

Demonder sees a small victory at the half smile. Clearly a comment is on his lips, but even Demonder has limits to what he will say in public. Well, very few limits, though some. He holds that comment back to himself, a smile clearly evident which might give Renni some indication to his meaning. At the sight of the man at the door, Demonder stands rather suddenly, adjusting the axe at his side.

"What sort of trouble?" Gone is the relaxed Rennar, though it was gone ages ago. Now, here, is the more business like Rennar, already snapping questions to the man barging into the room. She too stands, though more calmly than the others rising to their feet so quickly.

Narine rises quickly, and stands poised, for what...

"Just come quick. You'll see it when you get there." The man seems harried, as if having run all the way from Tiras Lorn (Hune Manor). "Mistress Genette sent me after you, said to come as fast as you could." He glances at the others briefly, though is eyes are more for Rennar at the moment, his Lady.

Narine looks at Ruen, silently asking if he needs her help.

Ruen looks to his lady, awaiting, an order (or maybe permission) to accompany her... He looks toward Narine, quickly, with a brief shake of his head...

Narine bows her head yet remains standing.

Demonder takes to the side of Rennar more like a guard then a noble Lord. That hand on his axe, he clearly expects the worst. Even if they are nowhere near Tiras Lorn.

"Very well then..." Rennar nods, then glances to the others, "I must attend to this. You may come or stay, as you wish." That's as much permission or 'asking' Rennar will do on her own part as she starts toward the door, all noble like now.

Ruen looks quickly to The lord demonder, and places his hand on the hilt of the dagger he carries at his waist. Her flanks his mistress as she heads to the door.

Narine coughs behind her hand. "My Lady..."

There is little doubt that Demonder would accompany Rennar, he too heads to the door.

Rennar pauses at the interruption of her exit, turnin to regard Narine. Clearly she is in a hurry,though why she stops remains uncertain, 'Yes?"

Narine stands and leaves Long Table near door.

Narine walks quickly towards the Lady, her green eyes glinting. "Might I also offer my services?" Her words are hesitant, but her eyes are bold.

Rennar regards Narine a brief moment, looking almost hesitant herself. After that brief moment she nods her head, "Aye, you may. Though if there is trouble, mind you not kill anyone on my property." With that she moves for the door once more.

Narine smiles and swaggers after the group.

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

Everyone travels together through the city until they get to.....

You climb the stairs to the main door, and enter the house.

Entrance Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You are in the foyer, or entrance hall, of House Hune. The walls around you are made of white stone, and the floor is made of marble. Set into the middle of the floor is a stone mosaic of the House Hune sigil. Doors and archways lead off of the foyer into other parts of the building. But the most predominant feature here is the staircase. It stands opposite the doors to the courtyard, and is made of marble. It is in a horseshoe shape, with the two ends beginning on the floor, and the height of the crescent reaching the second floor. There is a small landing at the climax of the staircase, so it is possible to go from one end of the stairs to the other without actually leaving the foyer. The small landing area leads into the upstairs hallway, but is also useful as an area from which to address large crowds in the foyer. Under the landing area is the door to the kitchen. In the south wall is the door to the Steward's Office, and the north wall contains the entrance to the Grand Hall. A large fireplace also rests in the north wall, and gives heat to the main floor during the winter.

Demonder arrives with Rennar.

Ruen arrives with Rennar.

Narine arrives with Rennar.

The scene before you appears to be one of utter chaos. A mess is strewn across the entrance hall, valuable objects broken, or cracked, and bits and pieces of pottery lying every which way. Loud shouts and screams can be heard coming from the Grand Hall, one of them unmistakeningly a young male yelling out, "I DO NOT CARE."

Ruen looks confusedly around the hall, before turning to rennar, and awaiting some sort of order, or.. cue..

Rennar comes striding into the entrance hall, a look of pure determination upon her features. She looks ready to do battle with the Dark One himself if it comes to that. She stops short when she sees the mess, "What in the light happened here?" She demands of no one in particular.

Narine looks around the room with wide eyes and purests her hand on her dagger.

Demonder does nothing more then lightly unstrap the loop holding his axe. Not completely, but enough to give his axe handle free room to move, and enough to draw the weapon quicker. He peers about, standing beside Rennar as he looks across the scene.

Narine stands poised on the balls of her feet, looking about the room in amazement.

Ruen restrains from drawing his dagger - aware that if he does, it cannot be re-sheathed until it spills blood... He does grip the hilt tightly though, and throw his cloak to the floor.

Genette, standing not to far away from the Grand Hall herself, turns her head at the sound of Rennar's voice, "Rennar... it's Kelric." The head cook addresses Rennar by her first name. In any other House this might be unusual, but here... it's commonplace. "He's decided to throw a tantrum over something and none of us can figure out what...."

Narine glances at Ruen and nods as she notices that he has not unsheathed his dagger, approving of his actions. She treturns to studying the room.

Ruen frowns slightly, easing his grip on the dagger, yet not releasing it. Annoyance passes accross his features, and he mutters once more.

Rennar rolls her eyes and sighs, "Now, of all times?" She asks Genette, not really expecting an answer, "Ruen, can you go see if you can help the others get him to calm down?" She asks of her retainer, looking to Demonder, "And you as well, if you feel you can put up with his nonsense?"

Ruen nods at his lady's request, and releases the dagger completely, looking to the lord Demonder to take the lead.

Rennar adds, annoyance touching her voice, "Perhaps between the four of us we can get him to discuss with us the reasons he's seen fit to destroy part of my home." Rennar appears to be including Narine in that estimate, glanicng between them all. She herself starts to make her way to the Grand Hall.

"Mind you..." Rennar's voice warns, "He /is/ my younger brother."

Demonder mutters under his breathing, retightening the loop around his axe. Apparantly he was hoping to get the chance to use the weapon against another target, if it were to be forced to that. But not this time, he nods to Rennar. Taking to the Grand Hall, he shrugs at Ruen and goes that way.

Narine also removes her hand from the hilt of her dagger, but remains poised on the balls of her feet.

Narine nods slowly and heels the rest of the group, and although she has relaxed a bit, her body still appears poised on the point of action.

Ruen takes a deep breath, and heads towards the angry voice...

Rennar waits for the others to go through the doors to the Grand Hall first, then follows after, looking as if she's trying to calm herself.

Demonder walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

You walk through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Grand Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

This is indeed a Grand Hall. Like the rest of the house, the walls are of white stone and the floor is marble. In the south wall is the fireplace whose companion hearth is in the foyer. A long wooden table stretches almost the length of the hall, with chairs set all around it. At the most eastern end of the hall is a dais with a stone table upon it. This is where the lady of the manor, her family, and honoured guests would sit for meals. The hall itself is two stories tall, and windows in the north wall are at the second story level. A long pole with a hook at its end rests in the corner until it is needed to open or close a window. Large tapestries hang from the walls, to add some colour and feeling to the room. The odor of good food is coming through the door in the southwest corner which leads to the kitchen.

Contents:
Demonder

Ruen walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Narine walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

A young man, aging about sixteen or seventeen, is haphazardly knocking dishes, glassware, silverware and vases off their prospective shelves, causing them to crash to the floor. Servants attempt their very best to stop the efforts caused by Kelric, however anyone that ventures to get too close gets hit or shrugged off. Rather than fend him off from the objects, then attempt to throw obstacles into his way. The room itself is into chaos, despite the good intentions of the servants to stop things from happening, particularly since /they/ have to clean up the mess, "Get out of my way." Kelric warns a particularly young looking boy dressed in Hune livery, "It is /my/ House and I will do in it as I please. I like the redecorating that I am doing."

Ruen clearly wants to take the lead, but looks to Rennar first. It /is/ her house after all!

Narine stops in mid-step, her eyes going wide at the scene in front of her.

Rennar gives a small nod of her head toward Ruen, also including Narine in her glance. Demonder needs no sort of look, already perhaps knowing that Rennar would likely approve. She frowns at Kelric's words, "I believe you are quite wrong there, little /brother/." Her voice hardens more than any have ever heard it before.

Ruen strolls towards Kelric with a smile on his face. "Now then, young sir," he begins, "What seems to be the problem?"

Narine notices the nod and places her feet slightly apart, croutching slightly as she stalks slowly towards the man, although a smile is on her face. She follows Ruen's lead.

Demonder sighs a touch at the scene, his head shaking in deep disapproval. Seeing that the servants are being mistreated, Demonder moves forward and across the glass toward the young man. Those feet avoid the larger size broken glass. "Then you won't mind cleaning this mess up in redocorating?"

"I am sorry Rennar." Genette comments, "But we did try everything to calm him down, that only seemed to incense him more."

Rennar nods her head carefully at Genettes words, shooting a half smile at her cook/maid, "You did well Genette. We'll take care of it here."

Genette nods her head, then makes a motion with her hands. That single motion sends the other servants out of the room through the various exits here, giving the others room to work and manipulate the boy, "The best of luck to you..." She comments to the others before disappearing herself.

Ruen looks over to the boy, aware that he is close to his own age. "What's up Kelric?" he asks jovially.

Kelric turns his head sharply toward Ruen, "Currently, my problem is you are in my way. Move peasant, or I shall move you myself." He glowers at Ruen, eyes darkening somewhat. He does not focus his attention completely on Ruen, however, noticing the others moving about the room. 'And I am not wrong /sister/. By right, I am heir. I am father's son, afterall. All of his holdings should have gone to me, not you." There is no real doubt where /that/ notion came from, or there should not be, at least to the residents and those who know the situation in House Hune.

Ruen grins easily at the young nobleman. "Peasent? That I am sir!" he remarks happily. "Yet I thought you were 'noble'! No nobleman would talk to his sister in such a fashion, let alone treat her possessions with such disrespect..." he comments.

Demonder continues to round Kelric with the others, shaking his head a touch. "You are much like my brother Pitor," he notes with a hollow tone of amusement.

Narine raises an eyebrow at this boy's most insolent words, especially at him calling her friend a commoner, but does not reply, simply continuing to walk towards the boy in slow, measured steps.

Ruen casts a warning glance to his friend - What he is trying to communicate is unclear, however...

"You will hold your tongue, Kelric." Rennar bursts out, cheeks now colored with a touch of anger, eyes flaring like emeralds. "And not speak to those that work for me as such. Or you will be cut off from what little allowance you do have, and be grounded." Such a heavy threat for someone so close to freedom himself.

Narine throws Ruen a surprised look and then continues to look at the boy, although she stops walking towards him, although she looks poised for action.

"You have no right!" Kelric's face gets much reddar than Rennar's own, "No right at all. When the Queen comes back, I'm going to petition her for the House, which belongs to /me/." He keeps his attention on the others as he answers his sister, making certain to count them and keep them in his line of sight, "I will speak to my sister how ever I wish, sheepherder. You, nor any one of your 'friends' can tell me to do otherwise." He speaks to Demonder next, "And as for you, you are not /fit/ to marry my sister, much less a pig."

Ruen's face loses it's pleasent grin. He shakes his head. "truely you are a spoilt and foolish child..." he comments sadly.

Demonder is about a few steps away from Kerlic by now, within reach if he takes a longer step. "That is for the High Seat of House Hune to decide, not for a boy that has many lesson's to learn," Demonder responds quietly. If Kerlic's words bring him anger, he doesn't show it.

Narine watches the situation in front of her unfold, a slightly disgusted look in her eyes, although her face does not mirror the emotion.

"And you are truly overpaid, worm." Kelric shoots back, eyes glowering now. He spins sharply to meet Demonder face to face, "I /am/ the rightful High Seat. I forbid you and my sister to marry. Of course, the Queen will back me when I've presented my arguement to her. You'll see." He then swipes his arm against another section of a shelf, sending objects in Demonder's direction, attempting to hit the other Lord, and quite possibly the others, with whatever scatters from it.

"That is enough Kelric." Obviously her threat is not working, "Or I shall let them beat you black and blue until you've learned your lesson." Rennar's voice has gone beyond the warning stages, "And for your actions, I would not begrudge them anything should they decide to bend you over their knee."

Narine growls beneath her breath, shaking her head, and then grins as the woman's words echo the thoughts in her head.

Ruen dodges back from the scattering objects, and laughs. "it seems it is your tutors who are overpaid! Your grasp of politics is pathetic!" he shakes his head again. "The queen would never back an immature youth - especially when Rennar's claim is so obviously valid..."

Demonder is no small man, broad with strength, and little in terms of grace. He does move asside as little as possible without having anything too heavy knock into him. And then he takes a long step toward Kerlic and reaches for the young Lord's shirt, his other hand moving to block any possible hits.

Ruen moves in to aid Demonder, heading in from the other direction...

Narine stalks towards the spoiled boy, her eyes gleaming dangerously, as if to say "Enough of this foolishness."

Ruen can't help but smile at Narine, recalling no doubt his own youth...

"Why you insolent, wool-headed......" Kelric splutters, caught easily by Demonder's grasp, and then Ruen's, "Let me go at once.....!" He demands.

Ruen holds firmly onto the boys right arm...

Narine continues to stalk towards tehe boy, almost to the point where she is standing right in front of him.

It seems that is as far as Demonder will take the discaplin of Kerlic. He's not married into the family just yet, and Narine seems much more threatening them Demonder at the moment. He simply holds the boy firmly.

Ruen also seems unwilling to do more than hold the boy - after-all, who doesn't recall tales of servants having 'accidents' after striking young nobles?

"I told you, little brother, I would not stop them. Nor will I place any charges against either of them if they see fit to beat some sense into your bloody head." Rennar crosses her arms, "And should you, you will find more than your allowance and freedoms taken away."

Ruen seems uncertain whether or not this is rennars way of commanding him to beat the boy...

This seems to cause Kelric to struggle against the two men holding him, lashing out with his legs in an attempt to kick both Demonder and Ruen in the shins, "Let me go you bloody light blinded fools."

Ruen crosses his left foot in front of the boy's wildly kicking legs and prepares to trip him, should it become neccessary...

Narine watches the boy, her teeth clench. "If you do mind me speaking, My Lord, but you are a spoiled, insolent brat who needs to learn manners and how to speak respectfully to your sister. Now, unless you behave yourself, I /will/ place you over my knee, and Ruen can attest to the fact that I am able to do that."

Ruen nods enthuisiasticly. "She can my young lord, she can...2 he attests. Ruen passes the boy over to narine...

Ruen shakes his head sadly at the boy's plight, and slowly leaves the hall after a nod of permission from rennar. "I don't envy you, Kelric!" is his last comment, said with a wince. Evidently he has no stomach to watch what will come next!

Oh, Kelric doesn't listen at all. He gets more particularly violent once Narine takes up the old position Ruen had, kicking out even more, if that's possible, "Let me go you old hag! I bet you're a lightskirt, just like my sister!"

Demonder sighs as his other hand goes to the back of Kerlic's head. Those large fore-arms of Demonder menouver the boy's hand more behind his back. And then he kicks the back of his knee for good measure, to insure the boy goes down to his knees. There is some hope he doesn't land on glass, but at least he'll be somewhat immobile. "Your starting to be annoying, boy," he comments off-handedly.

Ruen walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Narine 's narrow as he calls her an old hag, but more so at the lightskirt. She watches the boy go down, and crouches next to him, so that she might look into his eyes. "Did you just call me a...lightskirt...boy?" Her eyes gleam angrily, daring him to answer.

Rennar's own features darkened, "If you were waiting for a command, before, you've more than my permission now. I am nothing of the sort boy, and you will learn that lesson well enough." Her voice hardens tightly, "Mistress Narine, you may do with him as you will, and Demonder, you can finish off whatever she does not make black and blue."

Demonder actually growls at the comment about Rennar. This, apparantly, does hit a nerve. With one hand on Kerlic's shoulder, and the other holding his arm up and around his back, Demonder applies pressure there, lifting his arm harder up. Demonder's other arm goes to take Kerlic's free arm firmly.

Kelric falls to the floor as expected by the actions of Demonder. "Touched with the Dark One, you all are." He yells out, "Anyone with a mind knows I am the one with the most rights here." Even down and out this young, spoiled brat continues. At Narine's question, he attempts to spit in her face, re-inforcing his last comment to her, perhaps, "Any bloody woman that does not know that her place is in a kitchen or behind some embroidery hoop is nothing but a light-" His voice cuts off abruptly as Demonder pulls his arm up further, letting out something of a yelp.

Narine smiles, her eyes gleaming dangerously. She crouches down so that her nose is almost touching the boy's. She puts a hand on the boy's neck, squeezing the nerve, gradually increasing pressure. "You /will not/ speak of women in such a manner, My Lord." The pressure continues to increase, reaching something akin to pain. "Do you understand me?"

A gurgling sound can be heard coming from deep within Kelric's throat. Fear appears to enter into his eyes as the pressure along his nect continues to increase. Immediately he nods his head, but is unable to talk due to the pain.

Demonder seems to be approving of this, holding Kerlic firmly as Narine does her work.

Her eyes also go harder as the Dark One is mentioned, ea growl coming deep from Narine's throat. Her grip loosens slightly on the boy's neck, but just enough to allow him to speak. "Apologize to your sister, My Lord." Her voice is most polite, although her eyes dare him to speak otherwise.

Rennar watches complacently, nodding her own approval as she watches it. A brow raises expectantly as she regards her younger brother.

Kelric swallows, once he's able. His eyes flicker between Demonder, then Narine, then back again before he finds his voice, "I am sorry, Renni." The apology does not appear to hold a false note to it, and it holds an edge of fright to it. It could be that it is a real apology for the time being.

Continuing to hold the boy's neck, Narine looks back at Rennar, to see if she approves of the apology.

Rennar gives a small nod of her head, indicating approval.

Narine nods slowly and returns her attention to the boy. Her hand has not yet let up. "Now, My Lord, if I ever hear of this action by you again..." her threat goes unsaid, waiting for the boy's reaction.

Demonder raises his head to Rennar, not letting go of Kerlic yet. "Is he to clean his little mess, Renni?"

The boy quickly shakes his head from side to side, "It will not Mistress..." Again, his voice sounds respectful.

"Indeed, I do." Rennar responds to Demonder, "And he'll be replacing the items he broke out of the allowance he's been given."

Narine stares into the boy's eyes. "And you will do what your sister asks, without issue, correct, My Lord?"

Again, Kelric nods his head furiously, "Aye, Mistress, I will." He does not even attempt to struggle, as he was doing before, being quite cooperative now.

Narine smiles and rises, clapping the boy on the arm. "Good, My Lord, I am very happy to hear that you will behave as a proper Lord should." She looks to Demonder to release the boy, nodding a bit and sharing a smile with him, as if to say, 'The foolishness of young boys...'

Demonder stands with that comment, letting go of Kerlic seeing that everyone is satisfied. "Might you have us over for tea or wine, Renni? I'd prefer to stay near until this room is properly clean, just to insure the boy does a good job."

"I thank you, Mistress Narine, for your help in this matter." Rennar comments from the doorway, "And you as well, Demonder...." She smiles fondly at her fiance, "I will." She nods her head, narrowing her eyes at Kelric, "And seeing that he needs someone to watch him, one of my guards will be assigned to make certain he stays in line for the next little while."

Narine smiles and bows her head. "I think I shall be leaving, but thank you, My Lady. If this boy gives you any trouble..." She looks to the boy quickly, before returning her attention and a smile to the Lady.

Demonder walks over to Renni, offering her his arm, before the two walk out to the entrance hall.