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 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:
Dorn
Althea
Alshaer
Dharell
Tremos
Elias

Dorn, lounging in a seat at the window table, glances towards the doors as he 
hears them open.

The door opens then closes behind a lone figure. Upon turning around, one can 
see the appearance of a young andoran woman, noble by the looks of her. Rennar 
carefully gazes about the room, actually smiling at some of the workers inside. 
She nods to one in particular, "Evening Juli." She greets, then makes her way 
over to one of the tables. Juli, the one Rennar greets, pauses her work bussing 
tables to smile at Rennar, before moving on.

Elias turns at the arrival and eyes her thoughtfully before going back to his 
ale sipping.

Althea smiles to Tremos, "I enjoy traveling and exploration, Master Gleeman, 
but I also would like a home to come back to for reprieve. Particularly when 
traveling lately has become so dangerous," her expression clouds a little, but 
the smile remains as she regards Tremos. Hearing the door, she turns a little 
in her seat, inclining her head respectfully to Rennar before returning back to 
the conversation at the table.

Rennar continues to make her way toward the center table. Once there she takes 
a seat, all in a dignified and near regal manner. However she seems familiar 
with those working at the Inn presently. Juli, the same one that Rennar 
greeted, places a cup upon the table before the woman even gets a chance to 
order. "Thank you." She comments politely, eyes moving about the room in a 
curious fashion.

After giving the woman a brief glance, and a polite, if quick nod in her 
direction, Dorn continues to sip from his glass.

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

Rennar smiles warmly in Dorn's direction, taking her cup into her hands, having 
caught his glance her way. Her eyes then move to the others speaking, curiosity 
showing deep within.

Tremos nods at Althea's wise words, "Aye.. that is true of travel these days... 
and though a healthy trip is called for every once in a while, those laden with 
danger, eh well, they're best left to be told by foolhardy yet daring Gleemen 
like meself, eh m'lady?" he chuckles.

Dorn sips from his glass, his eyes again glancing towards the door to give the 
newcomer a quick look.

Demonder lets the door to the common room shut with a loud thud behind him. Not 
meaning to attract attention, really not, his eyes casually scan across those 
within the common room. An interesting contrast in them, as they go warmer on 
the sight of Rennar, and then much colder at the sight of a gleemen that seems 
to be around. Regardless, he decides to make his way toward Rennar, trying hard 
to ignore the gleemen even when his first curls into a ball.

Rennar manages to spy Demonder before he gets to her table, this time. Her 
already curious expression grows curiouser and curiouser, "Something troubles 
you?" She inquires of the lord, her eyes once again scanning the crowd, this 
time for the thing that might have upset her fiance.

Tremos chuckles merrily at Althea's answer yet he shakes his head, "Nay, 
Forgive me but I must disagree, m'lady.." he grins, "You are brave enough to 
accompany these two friends of yours," he motions to Dharell and Alshaer, "For 
light knows what troubles they could be up to.." he of course is joking and was 
going to drink to that, but he remembers he shouldn't.

Alshaer exchanges a look with Dharell then turns to Althea again, his eyes seem 
almost guilty for a moment, before he shakes his head and his eyes clear. He 
gives a strained smile to Tremos before grinning more brightly to Althea.

Althea smirks and makes a sidelong glance to her two escorts, Dharell and 
Alshaer, "Then I am doubly troubled, Master Gleeman, for these two gentlemen 
have been charged with my protection for the evening," she seems rather amused 
with the gentle teasing. She glances to Alshaer lastly, a warmth to her gaze.

Demonder takes a seat with Rennar, that fist going tight on the table, but 
releasing as he looks to his fiancee. "A matter solved and done with," he 
states rather vocally. "Perhaps too many times." It is with no effort that he 
doesn't turned in Elias' direction, taking his eyes to his fiancee instead. 
"Some disagreement at the library, nothing more." Well, much more, but Demonder 
seems to leave it at that.

Dorn finishes his drink, and after dropping few coins on the table, stands and 
makes his way towards the stairs.

Dorn stands and leaves Window Table.

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

Alshaer smirks and then waves down a waitress. "And poor escorts we are, not 
even having offered the lady a drink or ten."

Althea's smile is warmed all the more and she murmurs to Alshaer . . .

Althea mutters to Alshaer, "... you,... rather..."

Tremos arches an amused eyebrow, "S'that so, m'lady.." he grins, "Then all the 
more reason to stay longer.." for a drink he was going to say, a small pang as 
they order and yet he steels his resolve and doesn't drink, as if proving 
something.

Alshaer orders Mead.

Rennar quirks a brow at Demonder, "The same trouble you were telling me about 
before?" For some reason, that curiousity deepens a small bit. Her eyes move 
about the room casually before turning themselves back on Demonder, studying 
him quietly. SHe reaches out and places her own hand on top of his, a small 
attempt to calm whatever rages within him.

A server scurries over to the Fireside Table and sets the Mead before Alshaer.

Alshaer orders Ale.

A server scurries over to the Fireside Table and sets the Ale before Alshaer.

Dharell feels a sudden urge to be home.

Elias sighs and decides to make his way up the stairs humming thoughtfully.

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

Althea chuckles and nods, "Assuming I needed any more reason, Master Gleeman . 
. ." she leaves it at that, smiling to the waitress as her Mead is brought to 
the table.

Tremos grins and looks to Alshaer now, perhaps Tremos has talked too much, or 
perhaps he just wants to listen now.

Demonder nods to Rennar, a bit reluctant as he speaks. Clearly not a matter he 
wants to discuss in public, as he leans over the table to talk with her 
quietly. He mutters to Rennar, "I... told... just left, he... with Renica... 
library. He kissed... me.... no... of it."  Another pause as he lifts his 
bruised fist to show Rennar. "And, well, I took liberties on his face."

You sense Demonder nods to Rennar, a bit reluctant as he speaks. Clearly not a 
matter he wants to discuss in public, as he leans over the table to talk with 
her quietly. "I should have told you earlier. The gleemen that just left, he 
was with Renica in the library. He kissed her! Like actually kissed in front of 
me. She slapped him, wanting no part of it." Another pause as he lifts his 
bruised fist to show Rennar. "And, well, I took liberties on his face."

Alshaer passes the mead along to Althea and takes a swig from his own mug of 
ale. He looks across to Tremos, wondering what to say to the man. "You are 
returning with us?"

A slight frown touches Rennar's lips, though by contrast a look of 
understanding touches her eyes, "I can see where that would indeed cause 
trouble." She gently squeezes the other Lord's hand. "Thankfully, Kelric has 
been behaving of late. I think Mistress Narine scared the Light back into him." 
She chuckles faintly at that, her eyes brightening somewhat at the thought.

Tremos arches an eyebrow, "Tonight? or back home?" he asks of Alshaer, unsure 
of the question.

Alshaer waves his hand in the air. "Back home, sir."

Demonder does look amused at the thought, his mood quickly changing. "Narine 
does have interesting..." he searches for the right words. "... -ways-. I do 
think she scares half the gaurds more then Master Mansell. Well, at least they 
have trouble understanding her. Do you know Lord Corwyn had a long discussion 
with her about wearing a dress as part of her uniform on duty? He didn't 
understand why the woman required to wear breaches when she was only Mansell's 
assistant," Demonder shrugs. "I do not think he has scene her in action yet."

Althea smiles, sipping her mead quietly, while observing the interaction 
between Tremos and Alshaer.

Tremos thumbs his beard, perhaps pondering the question still, "I'm not sure if 
I can... light willing, I will.. but other than that, I can give no promises.." 
something must be troubling him.

Althea sets her mead on the table, "Is everything well with you, Master 
Gleeman?" her tone expresses genuine concern.

Alshaer arches his brow, pausing in his motion of sipping from the mug. "Hmm. 
Yes, is everything alright?"

Rennar shakes her head a bit, chuckling quietly, "Well, in truth, normally I do 
not condone women who go about as if they were men, but I think in the case of 
Mistress Narine, I do not mind so much. I can't say that I was more amused than 
when she put my brother in his proper place." She pauses a moment, her eyes 
glistening slightly with humor, "Though I would have so loved to see her take 
him over her knee."

Tremos looks up, prolly from some far away lala-land, "Hrmm... yes, yes.. quite 
alright.." he shakes his head to clear something away, "as you were saying, my 
friend?" he asks Alshaer to repeat the question.

Demonder squeezes Rennar's hand on the table as he leans back to laugh. You'd 
think there was a tear in his eye, as he shakes his head. "The knee, at the 
thought," he manages between a grin. "I'd not want to be the man that is 
captured by her heart. The knee and a spanking would be the best of his nights 
if he were not to her satisfaction," he notes jestfully.

Alshaer looks at his friend with concern in his blue eyes. Finishing the motion 
of drinking from his mug, he places the half empty container down. "Why is it 
that you may not be able to accompany us home?"

Demonder's comment seems to give Rennar cause to blush a bit, "Those are things 
I do not wish to think of, my Lord." She comments, lowering her eyes in a 
somewhat bashful manner.

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

Tremos looks quite confused, "Oh, yes.. that.. did I say that?" but he waves it 
away, he must have but he doesn't recall, "No, I would most surely accompany 
you.. was there any doubt?" he looks to the two..

Althea nods to Alshaer's question, her eyes on Tremos for the answer as she 
lifts her mug and takes another sip of the mead. My, but they do make the mead 
here potent.

The door opens slightly to admit Draz. He closes it behind him and then turns 
around, taking a look at the patrons.

The young Lord sitting before Rennar is only further encouraged by her 
blushing. "True, not a matter for us to be discussing," he notes. "We have our 
own wedding nights to look forward too. Which reminds me," Demonder takes a 
hand and reaches into his pocket for a rather crushed peice of paper. "List of 
House Roesone guests."

VIEWING: Heya. Images around Draz should you look is a pristine white 
cloak seeming to engulf a fox and a hangman's noose.

Draz's eyes seem to take in Alshaer cruiously, as if trying to place the man. 
He offers a slight nod. The same look is on his face as he sees Althea. A 
glance is directed at Demonder, and then he makes his way over to a table.

Althea turns a little at the sound of the door, seeing Draz, she blinks a 
little as she recognizes him. The smile and nod she favors him with is somewhat 
guarded, then turns around to resume her table conversation and hopes he does 
not recognize her. The last time he met her she was in Novice garb.

Draz takes a seat at the table by the stairs, setting his bow to the side. He 
murmurs an order to a serving girl and gives another glance to the girl and the 
man he was originally studying.

Draz sits down at Small Table near stairs.

Draz orders Ale.

A server scurries over to the Small Table near stairs and sets the Ale before 
Draz.

Rennar gives no reaction at the talk of wedding nights, though she does take 
the list offered, eyes peering down at it curiously, "Do I want to know how 
many names are on this list." She looks up at Demonder, and in doing so she 
catches sight of Draz. Her face goes white for a few brief moments, and then 
blank and unreadable as she lowers her eyes.

Demonder's reaction is one of concern when he sees Rennar. She's not going 
white at the sight of the list, of course. "House Roesone has so few immidiate 
family," Demonder responds quietly, though his words seem to hold little 
meaning in his response as he observes Rennar carefully. "But the surrounding 
family is -there-." In great numbers, but he doesn't say as much.

Draz turns his attention back to Demonder, reclining back in his chair as he 
studies the man over the rim of his mug.

"We may have to cut back on the guests. We can not invite all of Andor, and the 
surrounding countries." Rennar makes an attempt at humor, however bad, to cover 
her actions. She opens the list and carefully scans who is there. "It should be 
your choice as to who attends the wedding on your side of the family."

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

Draz sighs and leans forward in his chair, looking like he doesn't like 
something very much. Manner hesitant, he stands and walks towards Demonder's 
table.

"A perliminary list," Demonder nods quietly. Not much fooling his eyes, of 
course, that concern still holding soundly across his expression. The voice 
continues to be flat as he searches Rennar's eyes. "We will make certain our 
lists are of about equal numbers once we decide on a general figure. And then 
the other Noble Houses," his voice trails.

Elisa takes the stairs two at a time, heading towards the bar, where she sits, 
stool facing the centre of the room.

Draz ahems, standing off to the side and slightly behind Demonder. He sighs 
again, definitely hesitant, but he finally says, "Pardon me mi'.... er, sir."

"I wish for the wedding to be as small as humanly possible." Rennar states 
quietly, "Preferably a private affair, though I know that is an impossibility." 
She sighs deeply at that thought. Out of the corner of her eye she does spy 
Draz walking toward the table. Carefully, she attempts to keep her attention on 
the topic put before her, as well as the paper.

Althea sips her mead again, the overheard talk of weddings sending her mind off 
somewhere distant--but it must be nice whereever it is, by that smile of hers. 
Finally she regards Tremos once more, "Have you heard any more news of 
celebrations of the Queen's homecoming, Master Gleeman?"

Demonder nods at Rennar's words, and then turns his head fully around to face 
Draz. His eyes question the man as much as his tone, though clearly friendly in 
nature. "Yes, master...?"

Rennar glances over at Althea briefly as she mentions the Queen, but her 
attention is immediately turned back to Draz and Demonder as their conversation 
gets interrupted. That unreadable look remains on her features... and she seems 
to grow slightly more white if that can happen.

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

Draz blinks, a bit taken aback at Demonder's words, his tone, and even his 
attitude. He pauses a second to rethink what he was going to say, and then says 
it slowly, clearly listening to each word as it comes out, "I be thinkin' yer 
not fer rememberin' me, so I'll just be sayin' what I ~need~ to say an' be done 
with it. I still be fer thinkin' the way I do about southern lords an' ladies, 
but every now an' then there be those who break the mold, an' I wanted to say 
that yer house, Roesone, be a great one, with fine people in it, an' I be..." 
The hesitation is REALLY apparent here, but he continues, "... sorry if I was 
rude to yerself the first time we met."

Tremos shakes his head at Althea's question, "If there was, I wasn't paying any 
mind.. or didn't want to in any case.." he steals a quick sip of his long 
forgotten ale and regrets it at the staleness. A passing server's tray suddenly 
has another occupant.

Demonder shakes his head slowly at the man. "I do remember you," he confirms 
quietly, his manner not changing. "House Roesone has family within Shienar, I 
do understand certain differences within the culture. As well as thoughts that 
are perceived between eachother, as they are in my own family. Though I have 
always held the greatest respect for our Borderland cousins." He does stress 
cousins in association. "Your words do bring House Roesone honor, though I 
still have not heard your name. I am Lord Demonder," he leans over to Rennar, 
and looks to her with concern. He speaks her name quietly. "This is Lady Rennar 
Hune."

Althea nods, finishing the last of her mead and setting the empty mug back on 
the table, "I'm afraid they tell us little. I hope the reaction the crowd had 
to the prossession did not deter any celebrations . . . " she murmurs quietly.

Rennar takes her time in composing herself, making herself look a bit more 
presentable, than a the frightened cow she must look like now. She looks up, 
almost demurely, shyly, and nods to Draz, "A pleasure to meet you sir...." Her 
own tone is very polite and casual, unlike what might be expected of a noble.

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

Draz glances at Rennar and offers a slight bow, fitting for an unfamiliar 
noble. He smiles slightly, grinning actually as Demonder stops speaking. He 
says in a comfortable tone, "I be Drazen Duran... but do please call me Draz. 
All me friends do." He studies Demonder a second more and then nods, "Ye'd be 
one to stay an' fight." He doesn't give an explanation for that, but it sounds 
like praise.

Maximillian sits down at Corner Table.

VIEWING: The image around Draz is basically the same, except now the fox sits 
on it's haunches, and the empty white cloak hangs from the noose off to the 
side. You can pretty much guess that it is a good thing for Draz, supposing 
he's the fox, because the noose could have gone either way.

Tremos chuckles slightly at that, "No, I doubt celebrating could be any detered 
even by the most formidable of forces.." he grins slightly at that, "Perhaps 
that is sad tho.." he sighs ruefully as he also regards other patrons in the 
room, only percieved for the first time this evening but he might have done it 
countless times before.

Ordering a Tall Brandy, Max leans back against his chair and extracts a silver 
coin from his purse, laying it on the Corner Table Top he waits for his drink, 
looking around the room with a small spark in his eye.

Demonder pays more attention to Rennar in concern, though attempts not to be 
rude as he turns to Draz. "That I would," he responds quietly. "Some would say 
I'd start it as well with my hot temper." Perhaps that enough, he moves closer 
to Rennar. "The apology accepted. Thank your Master Drazen."

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

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

Althea smiles gently to Tremos, "Sad? How so, Master Gleeman?"

Draz almost bursts out laughing, but it seems his respect for Demonder grows 
even more, "Aye... ye'd be one to start -THAT- fight Lord Demonder." He 
grins... just what fight is he talking about? "The light be favorin' ye, an' 
yerself lady. Good eve," He bows again and starts back to his table.

Tremos looks to Althea before responding, "That the world goes on without a 
moment of pause should something happen?" but he regards those who enter when 
the sound of the door prompts him, he eyes Maggae for a moment before his smile 
follows. "A wonderful evening," he greets.

Maggae enters, the Protector guiding her firmly into the room. She looks about 
for a seat not *precisely* in the center of the room, and swallows a bit as she 
sees those within. Draz, Althea and Tremos receive warm smiles, Maximillian a 
more cautious one, but at the sight of the Nobles she curtsies most 
seam-strainingly. "Light shine upon you all. How lovely to see you, Lord 
Demonder, Lady Rennar. Congratulations upon your upcoming nuptuals."

Althea turns a little in her seat at the sound of the door. Inclining her head 
respectfully to Maggae and Lucrade, then to Tremos she smiles somewhat, her 
brow furrowing as she considers the merit of his remark.

Draz glances to the entrance as he walks, taking in the two people who enter. 
Maggae and Lucrade. He grins, "Good eve to yerself Mag..." And Lucrade. "...er, 
Lady Maggae. An' to yerself sir." He retakes his seat.

Althea glances over to Demonder and Rennar, smiling appreciatively.

Rennar glances sidelong at Demonder, giving him a short smile of thanks before 
turning her attention back to Draz. Her features still seem rather pale, though 
her color begins to return. Upon Maggae's entrance, Rennar rolls her eyes a 
bit, then something strage occurs. If she went pale before with Draz, her eyes 
nearly widen in fright at whatever she observes about Maggae. She stands up and 
backs away from the woman, almost as if she'd been bitten. "Oh Light...." She 
manages, before stumbling over a chair.

Draz leans back in his chairdepart

Draz stands and leaves Small Table near stairs.

Lucrade does take matters fairly seriously, a complete contrast to the Domani 
at his arms. Although he guilds her into the room in such a manner, the 
Blademaster clearly sees himself on duty. And does not favor the smile that 
seems to accompany men that are so near to Maggae. He notes Draz with a 
watchful eye, as he does the room. A short nod is his only response.

Demonder sits down at Center Table.

Draz starts to lean back in his chair and then stands in a bustle as something 
obviously frightens the lady of the lord he was just speaking to. His eyes scan 
the room quickly, looking for whatever it may be.

Althea blinks and stands up from her seat, "Are you well, M'Lady?"

The Waitress arrives with Max's Brandy and he pays her with the silver coin. 
Taking the glass in hand he drinks long and returns it to the table, looking 
around the room with a sparkle in his eye

Demonder is not prepared for such a reaction, his arms spring out as Rennar 
stumbles backwards. His own chair falls to the ground as he lifts forward and 
to Rennar. "Renni..."

Maggae's eyes widen at Rennar's reaction, and she glances at Lucrade. "Are you 
well, Lady Rennar," she asks, a bit nervously. She moves toward Tremos and the 
table by the fire, looking about from person to person. "May we join you, 
Tremos?" By the look of her, she might almost be a rabbit ready to bolt from a 
den of foxes.

Draz notices the Lady Maggae looking a bit frightened too and now he really 
looks confused, stepping away from the stairs to better watch the room. Almost 
paranoidally, he takes a quick glance behind him.

Seeing that Maggae might need a seat, much like the Lady Rennar, he quickly 
nods and pulls out a chair for her. Tremos says, "But of course, m'lady 
Maggae.." he looks towards the commotion and Lucrade as well.

Despite any efforts on Demonder's part to keep Rennar from falling, hit the 
ground she does, looking somewhat like a dumped cat from a lap. She blinks 
once, then twice, then looks up at Demonder, then very fearfully back to 
Maggae, "My Lord, I think now would be a very good time to depart." She speaks, 
though her voice is rather unsteady.

Althea is standing at Tremos table, having stood from her seat to see if the 
Lady Rennar needed any assistance.

VIEWING: You might see cells or a court room around Maggae, possibly representing a murder trial.

Lucrade looks more alert now then he did moments ago, if that were at all 
possible. He release his hold on Maggae and looks around the room, clealry 
sensing Maggae's mood. You'd think he'd be accusing everyone with those stairs, 
but his trained eyes spend no more time on the first then the next within the 
common room.

Demonder wastes little time, the young Lord lifting Rennar's holders up with an 
arm, and then moving his shoulder underneath her. She moves easily up under his 
hold as he stands. Demonder's eyes meet anyone's that look in their direction. 
"Perhaps it is," he notes quietly.

Maggae looks terribly guilty for some reason, and sinks into the chair Tremos 
offers. She quietly nods, "That may be for the best. Light shine upon you, 
Lady, Lord, and peace follow after you."

Maggae sits down at Fireside Table.

Demonder stands and leaves Center Table.

Maggae orders Brandy.

A server scurries over to the Fireside Table and sets the Brandy before Maggae.

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

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

Draz still doesn't see anything out of the ordinary, but he approaches Demonder 
and subsequently Rennar and says, "Lord Demonder... do be allowin' me to escort 
yerselves at least until yer at yer gates, seein' as Kurl don't be here."

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

Narine strides into the room, blinking a few times as her eyes adjust to the 
light.

You stand and leave Center Table.

Cyradelle whistles as she struts into the bar. She continues her singleminded 
walk up to the bar. She doesn't glance around the room.

Tremos casts worried glance over to the lord and lady, wondering why such a 
reaction occured. He broods as he sees Maggae order a brandy, he was about to 
say something but instead mutters about him not being able to drink tonight.

Removing a small black book from his haversack and a short pen, Max appears to 
be writing and taking small sips of his Brandy, seemingly unconcerned with the 
goings on and the building crowd.

Elisa pushes through the crowd (rather hard for someone her size, but she's had 
practice) and manages to find herself a free seat at the bar. "H'lo.", she 
calls out rather audible. Calling out for a water from a server, she takes it 
and sips at it in between swishing it about

Demonder shakes his head as he looks to Draz. "No," he states all too firmly as 
he looks to Rennar with concern. He pauses then and sighs quietly. "No Master 
Draz, that will not be necessary. Thank you for the offer."

Rennar is being supported by Demonder, though looks to be able to walk well 
enough on her own. She appears to be rather shakey. Her eyes go to Maggae, 
almost never leaving her, wide and fearful. She murmurs something quietly to 
her husband to be, voice uncertain as she speaks, She mutters to Demonder, "... 
from... I... sense it.... moves... her,... itself... be... can't... She'll... 
it, but... can't..." 

Demonder senses "Rennar is being supported by Demonder, though looks to be able 
to walk well enough on her own. She appears to be rather shakey. Her eyes go to 
Maggae, almost never leaving her, wide and fearful. She murmurs something 
quietly to her husband to be, voice uncertain as she speaks, "She's different 
from others. I can sense it. It's like the pattern moves about her, weaves 
itself to her making. And on top of that, she might be a murderer, but I can't 
tell for certain. She'll be tried for it, but I can't tell the outcome.""

Maggae nods cautiously at those who enter, still unconsciously shifting a bit 
so the light and shadow fall about her most fetchingly. "Light shine upon all 
of you." She motions to the server. "Please, drinks for all, my treat." She 
looks most surprised by Tremos' mutterings.

And by Rennar's mumblings as well...

Draz nods, but still glances around, in the process missing Rennar's look at 
Maggae. He still doesn't seem to see whats caused the commotion.

As she swaggers into the room, she notices the Lady Rennar and Lord Demonder, 
and strries slowly towards them, her eyes filled iwth concern.

Althea continues to stand as Demonder and Rennar make their way out, simply 
offering a respectful curtsy to them as they leave.

Althea sits down at Fireside Table.

Althea resumes her seat, though looking with concern for the Lady Rennar.

Demonder looks to Maggae, eyes going wider as he looks to Rennar. You'd think 
Demonder were seeing Shadowspawn within the Inn, but not of the sort he could 
battle with his axe. Shaking his head, shocked at Rennar's words, he leads them 
closer to the exit. As Narine enters, he nods his head lightly to her, about to 
speak, but unsure of what to say exactly.

Elisa sighs. So many people-so many /important/ people. And so few who know 
her. What can she do to get attention? Dancing on tables wearing nothing but a 
smile usually works, but she doesn't want to do that. So iinstead, sinc eshe's 
not going to get conversation, she diverts to her second love-gossip. Listening 
for it.

Draz nods to Narine as he sees her, completely missing the reactions of 
Demonder and Rennar. Studying the room cautiously still, he notices a mouse in 
the corner. He does a good job of not grinning and says, "Good eve to ye both." 
Chuckling quietly, he heads back to his table.

Cyradelle is still in her own little world. She gruffly calls for some service 
and somewhat brusquely orders a sout ale from the serving wench that scampers 
up, "And make it quick!" She unceremoniously swats the serving maid on the rump 
as she walks off.

Tremos grimaces again as he leans back down on his seat by the Fireside Table. 
Free drinks and he's gonna have to miss it. Light burn his crazy mutterings. He 
nods to Maggae, "So are you faring well tonight, m'lady Maggae?" what kind of 
question is that?

As she strides towards teh two nobles, Narine glances about her, and notices 
Maggae. and stops in mid-stride, her eyes going wide.

Lucrade looks to Demonder and then Rennar departing in haist. The Protector's 
eyes turn to Maggae next, as he takes to the seat she is at. Although clearly 
beginning to pay attention to the conversatoin at the table, his eyes are 
anywhere but on those he sits with.

Lucrade sits down at Fireside Table.

Althea arches an eyebrow, looking between Narine and Maggae now. Well, the 
woman is Domani, but that's no reason to gawk, really.

Rennar continues to move with Demonder, She mutters to Demonder, "And on... 
of... can do.... can't... my ability... things.... understand... her.... she's 
a..."  Her eyes never leave Maggae as she walks unsteadily to the exit, 
allowing Demonder to support her, though not overmuch. Fright never leaves her 
features, growing by the moment, and making her trip over her own feet a bit as 
she ties to move out of the area.

Demonder senses "Rennar continues to move with Demonder, "And on top of that 
there's nothing I can do. I can't risk telling others about my ability to see 
things. Light, I don't even understand it myself, but her.... she's a dangerous 
one." Her eyes never leave Maggae as she walks unsteadily to the exit, allowing 
Demonder to support her, though not overmuch. Fright never leaves her features, 
growing by the moment, and making her trip over her own feet a bit as she ties 
to move out of the area."

Draz catches Narines look out of the corner of his eyes and mutters, "Mice an' 
men... theybe afraid a' the mice an' amused by the men."

Elisa hurries upstairs, muttering to herself about dresses, serving people and 
juggling, not necessarily in that order

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

Maggae winces at Demonder's look, and Rennar's obvious fear. Narine's reaction 
elicits another wince. She sighs heavily, this time not seemingly for effect. 
The bold woman at the bar startles her a bit. "I suppose I am well enough, 
Tremos. Why aren't you drinking?" She motions to Lucrade. "Do let me order a 
drink for you." She smiles weakly. "I know Draz will accept one."

Sitting quietly in the corner, Max continue to work in his book and drinking 
his Brandy. He looks up for a moment, seemingly scanning and noting each person 
in the room and goes back to his Brandy and his Book.

Draz glances over at Maggae and arches an eyebrow, "I be acceptin' what?" He 
caught the last part of her statement. Again noticing Lucrade, he adds a hasty, 
"Lady Maggae."

Althea glances over at Maximillian briefly, then back to Maggae, "Are you 
alright, Sectretary?" she asks in a polite tone.

Aislynn pages: I'm all ICLy in an uproar over your IC missive. Now I don't 
trust Maggae all that much.

Draz looks baffled by the reactions in the pub tonight, and he doesn't seem to 
enjoy being baffled.

Tremos works his dry mouth, his throat is parched as he says, "Some fews said 
my judgement was clouding.." as if that was reason enough to stop this man from 
drinking, "I suppose I had to agree with them if not for just one night.." and 
he also looks to Maggae with concern, along with the departing nobles and the 
gawking girl.

Demonder nods at the words spoken to him. "That I have no doubt, Renni, that I 
have no doubt." Demonder turns away from Maggae then, looked more intently on 
his fiancee. "We will consider it further, when away from this place." And 
finally at the exit, Demonder pauses and looks to Narine. "It is alright, 
Narine," he speaks quietly, more then that in his words as he looks to her 
intently.

Lucrade would look more annoyed with Maggae at the moment then anything else, 
his eyes turn to Draz once again. "Tea will be fine, Maggae," is his simple 
answer. The Blademaster continues to wait for trouble to sprout from under the 
tables.

Narine slowly shakes her head as she looks at Maggae, her eyes remaining wide. 
she then swivels her head to face the Lord Demonder as he speaks to her, 
nodding her head slowly. "Might I escort you and the Lady back to the manor, My 
Lord?" her voice is soft as she speaks.

Maggae manages a tremulous smile for Draz. "A drink." She takes a long sip of 
hers. "I recommend the brandy." She nods, cautiously to the Novice, and again 
glances at Lucrade, a Look of I Warned You in her eyes. Those dark eyes take in 
the man with notebook, a hint of curiosity managing to shine through. "Some 
cider then, perhaps, Tremos?" She seems as amazed as if Tremos had announced he 
planned to stop breathing. She almost says something as the Nobles depart, but 
instead just sighs and shakes her head, taking another long sip of her drink.

Draz brightens at the mention of a drink, but pauses as he notices Lucrade 
watching him, "Er... no, I be... er..." Why would he not want a drink tonight? 
"It be a uh... Altaran holiday today an' we cannot be drinkin' liquor." He 
glances at the half mug of ale in his hand, "Except fer ale, an' uh... only one 
at that."

Rennar smiles shakily at Narine, keeping close with Demonder. She seems able to 
walk, though unable at the same time, her feet not cooperating with her. The 
fear, no doubt, that she feels. "It would be much appreciated, Mistress." 
Rennar's voice is not like herself, shakey, like the rest of her.

Althea looks at her empty mug that had once contained mead within it, and 
decides better on getting another. She must see herself back to the palace 
afterall. She nods to Maggae's nod, offering her a reassuring smile to her 
before turning her head to glance again at Max, the fan she had been resting 
closed in her right hand reopens with a flourish of movement and she begins to 
fan herself slowly, turning back to the other occupants of the table.

Tremos considers that as if he was choosing which fork of the road to choose, 
knowing that it'll probably end up at the same place.. "Altaran ale... 
something of the sort perhaps, like maybe water..." his tone is dead serious 
yet the sense of those words aren't clear.. "How's the accomodations, M'lady?" 
he asks Maggae as if that was the most important thing in the world now.

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

Lucrade looks to Draz a moment longer before those dark eyes settle on Maggae. 
"It would seem you have scared a Borderlander from brandy?" he notes quietly to 
himself. Then he offers a short nod of his head to Draz. Suspecious? Perhaps of 
everyone on this today.

Narine nods slowly, and fingers her bow almost absent-mindedly. "It will be my 
pleasure My Lord, My Lady." She gestures them towards the door.

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

Jadha nods and smiles to those he knows as he scans the room.

Eglantine walks in and smiles in surprise at the crowd. She nods at familiar 
faces as she makes her way to the bar.

Rennar is fearfully and shakily being lead from the room by Demonder, who 
supports her as she walks to the exit.

The flick of the fan catches Draz's notice momentarily and he glances at 
Althea. A look, much akin to Rennar's passes across his face as he remembers 
her, remembering things at the wierdest of times. He continues, "An' we do be 
havin' to... er, sit with our horses... all night." If Lucrade slowed his roll, 
the diminuative woman, Althea, stops it. He starts towards the exit.

Jadha watches Rennar and Demonder with subtle interest.

Narine heels the Lady Rennar and the Lord Demonder as they exit the room, her 
eyes glancing about her, pointedly avoiing looking at the Lady Maggae.

Jadha sits down at Window Table.

Jadha orders Chamomile Tea.

A server scurries over to the Window Table and sets the Chamomile Tea before 
Jadha.

Jadha pays the server

Draz would walk out and forget his bow, which he always carries, were a servant 
not to hand it to him.

Althea glances curiously to Draz as he takes his leave, a frown appears at her 
mouth. o O (He's recognized me . . . Light!) Her fanning continues, though she 
has taken to studying her lap.

Draz most definitely is not following the nobles and Narine, as he basically 
brushes past them in a hurry and walks outside.

Demonder nods to Narine in thanks and leads Rennar out.

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

Maggae rises to curtsy to Jadha, and smiles tentatively at Eglantine. 
"Greetings to you both, Jadha, Eglantine, and Light shine upon you." Turning to 
Tremos, she adds, "The accomdations are quite lovely, and I believe I've 
recovered from the rigors of the trip." She just sighs over the exodus from the 
Inn at her appearance, again sneaking a glance at the Protector. "Oh Light... 
if the only consequence were that people stopped drinking." Her drink receives 
more attention, and she frowns a bit over the tension between Draz and Althea.

Jadha nods and smiles to Maggae.

Returning to Max's table, the young Serving Maid appears to blush as she 
approachs. Setting down another Brandy and waiting while Max finishes the first 
she takes the empty glass and leaves quickly. Max glances about the room again, 
taking time for each of the ladies and continues to write in his book.

Eglantine smiles at Maggae, blinking in mild surprise. "Greetings. Good 
evening." Friendly enough.

Lucrade's eye follow Draz, and further look to Maggae. It seems the Mistress 
will have much explaining to do by those gazes from the Blademaster.

Finally, Rennar is lead from the confines of the Inn, supported more so by 
Demonder than in the beginning. She glances once last time at Maggae, her look 
of fear not diminshing once.

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

StableYard: Rose and Lion Inn, Caemlyn
A wide, lightly paved path of stones leads in a small circle from the road, to 
the barn, to the inn. A large area in front of the barn is cleared out for 
those that would be leave their wagons or carriages outside. There are several 
places to tie lone horses, if a rider just came in.
Lamps light the stableyard in the late evening hours. A stablehand can be seen 
perched against the barn, sleeping while on duty. Trees, flowers and shrubs 
appear to either be in bloom or regaining their leaves, planted in front of the 
inn or on either side of the paved path. A soft fragrance of the freshly 
blooming flowers permeates the air as a soft breeze billows past. Up above, 
birds sing cheerfully as a new season arrives, celebrating rebirth. A few steps 
lead up to a small door, opening into the large building before you which can 
only be the inn. A large sliding door can be seen opening up into the stables. 
If you follow the path, you will find yourself back on Caemlyn Road.
                                                                              
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Draz
Carriage

Narine arrives with Rennar.

Narine nods at Draz as she heels the Nobles, her eyes filled with concern as 
she watches teh Noble's backs.

Demonder steps out into the stableyard, leaving The Rose and Lion.

Draz seems to be making good on his comment. He casts an almost fearful glance 
back over his shoulder as he hurries along towards the stable. He can be heard 
muttering things about 'bloody Aes Sedai', and 'not meself.' Most likely he 
will stay with his horse.

Draz pushes open the stable doors, whistling once sharply. A soft whinnying is 
heard from inside before he enters.

Draz pulls back the large door, entering the stable.

Rennar pauses just outside the door and down the lane a bit to collect herself, 
"Th... th...at wo... wo..." She starts to speak, then clamps her jaw shut when 
nothing comes out. She closes her eyes, allowing herself some time to calm 
down, then starts again, "I think we should just head home." She comments, her 
voice a /little/ more steady now.

Demonder doesn't argue with his fiancee, shaking his head. For whatever has 
bothered Rennar, it clearly bothers Demonder. Not in the same way, as the 
concern clearly shows on his face for his wife-to-be. Looking to Narine, his 
eyes do not fade in concern. "Maggae is trouble," he states quietly. "She 
associates with criminals." Clearly concerned, that is all he is able to 
rationalize for the moment.

"If she's not one herself." Rennar comments, her voice devoid of any emotion. 
It sounds odd, almost hallow as she speaks it. She shivers once more, then 
starts to walk with Demonder toward the street. She takes whatever support 
given, while she finds her legs.

Narine coughs as Maggae is mentioned, and trips as she walks, but recovers 
quickly.

Demonder supports Rennar as they walk, turning to Narine in question. "You have 
not have dealings with the woman already?" he asks her a little to hard in 
tone.

Elara emerges into the yard from Caemlyn Road.

Rennar is being supported by Demonder as she walks toward the street. Narine is 
heeling both she and Demonder in a protective manner. Rennar is clearly upset, 
if not frightened by something, or someone.

Narine nods slowly, her eyes widening. "the other evening, I, uh..." she 
hesitates, a small touch of horror in her eyes, "played dice with her. Every 
toss she rolled sixes. Every one...and she said...she said," she trails off, 
looking at the two Nobles.

Alshaer emerges into the yard from Caemlyn Road.

Alshaer pushes through the stout wooden door of the Rose and Lion.

Elara says "My Lady, Is something the matter?"

Narine slowly eyes the woman with the spear, fingering her bow absent-mindedly. 
She takes a step closer to the pair, to show that she is with them.

"There is something not right... something odd... about her." Rennar comments 
in broken words, not all together coherent, but understandable enough. She 
blinks once at Elara's words, almost as if she didnt register them, turning her 
head to the newcomer.

Demonder looks to Elara in some faint recognition as he turns back to Narine. 
He tries to soften his features, really he does, but apparantly whatever Rennar 
told him has taken Demonder for a spin. "Tell me Narine." It comes out as a 
whisper.

Narine glances pointedly at the other woman, and replies, "Perhaps I should 
tell you in a bit more...private...setting?"

Rennar remains quiet as she regards Narine shortly, then nods, "Privacy is 
needed." She seems to agree, though her attention goes to Elara, regarding her 
as well. "It is a matter best witnessed by yourself in the Inn, Mistress 
Elara." She does plaining recognize the woman, "Mistress Maggae." She speaks as 
if that's all that needs to be said.

Narine continues to study the woman with the spear, and a small flush rises to 
her cheeks as Maggae is mentioned yet again.

Elara arches an eyebrow. "My sister does hate blood on the carpets. I hope I 
won't have to make her cross.

Demonder isn't certain how to regard Elara in this matter, so he addresses 
Narine and Rennar. "The quicker the better," he notes quietly, and hopes to 
catch the attention of a carriage.

Narine hides a small smile behind a hand at the woman's bold words, and 
continues to look at her critically, however.

Elara says "It would be good to have an opportunity to speak with you later, My 
lady. If you can find time for me, Her majesty would surely appreciate it"

Rennar offers a faint, almost humorous smile if not for her fear, to Elara, "If 
you will pardon us, Mistress." She glances to Demonder, then starts off, still 
using him for support. She pauses at Elara's words, giving her an odd look, "If 
I've the time, I will speak directly to Aislynn myself." Her voice indicates a 
clear sign of importance. "Please relay that message please, Mistress Elara."

Draz emerges from the inn stable, closing the door behind his.

Draz has arrived.
Draz steps out of the stables, bow in hand and almost jumps as he sees people 
outside in the dark.

Elara says "Of course, My lady."

Hearing footsteps, Narine pivots quickly, and loses some tension as she notes 
that it is Draz, and nods, a small smile for his bow.

Demonder nods to Elara. "Good day," he responds quietly, though clearly wary of 
any comments that might fly from the woman's mouth for some reason. And with 
that, they head out into the street.

Elara offers a deep bow to the Lady of House Roesone before going to see what 
havok she might find in her sister's inn.

"Again, pardon us Elara." With that Rennar starts once more toward the street, 
using Demonder for support. She glances to Narine a moment, though only 
briefly.

Draz returns Narine's nod, almost seeming like he's aged a couple of years as 
he looks around warily.

Crown of Roses Avenue: Inner City, Caemlyn(#760RL$)
This portion of the Inner City is filled with large structures of gleaming 
white stone, roofed in tiles of purple, red and azure. White walls divide small 
expanses of lush lawn, and golden domes and tall spires rise to the heavens.
The streets are deathly quiet, and pale moonlight shines from golden domes and 
white stone spires. Rose bushes and all manner of colorful flowers are in full 
bloom, their scent riding on the warm wind. White Lion Way, a narrow street 
paved in white stone, leads off to the southwest, and Crown of Roses Avenue, 
also paved in white stone, leads to the west.

Demonder arrives with Rennar.

Narine arrives with Rennar.

Rennar walks down the street with both Demonder and Narine, pausing with all as 
soon as they get to the noble section of the city. "Which house?" Her voice 
questions.

Demonder finds at least some humor at the question. "Not a good day for me to 
be seeing Lord Jeffrin," he notes quietly. "Perhaps the Roesone Manor for now. But if you prefer Tiras Lorn, I would enjoy dealing with matters. And I am sure your brother will be happy to see Narine."

Narine barks a quick laugh at Lord Demonder's words, although it is tinged with 
a hint of worry. "I do hope that the young Lord has been behaving himself?"

"For now he is, but he's the least of my problems within my home." The young 
noble woman comments, but does not go into detail about those items. "House 
Roesone then." She nods, following Demonder and the others.

You walk through the entrance gate to Roesone Manor and are admitted through 
the front doors by the House guards.

Great Room, Roesone Manor, Caemlyn(#2216RLM$)
This hall, the main living area of the members of House Roesone, opens out 
before you in a long, broad rectangle. At the far end of the room is a massive 
fireplace, above which hangs the House shield. The floor is tiled in gleaming, 
dark-gray marble, while the walls are paneled in shining golden oak. There is a 
bank of tall windows on the right wall, under which is a writing desk. 
Bookshelves flank the windows, and rich tapestries and portraits decorate the 
walls. Nearer you, facing the fireplace, is a sitting area composed of a couch 
and a pair of armchairs. Still closer, to your left, is the dining table of 
this House, where the family gathers for meals.
Night has come, and now the lamps burn low and candles flicker in pools of wax. 
A bouquet of fresh spring flowers--purple irises, golden roses, white clematis, 
and green ferns--rests on the dining table, its sweet fragrance pervading the 
room. The softness and freshness of the season gives an intoxicating quality to 
the air, even here. 
Past the dining table, in the left wall, is the entrance to the kitchen. Beyond 
that, to the left of the fireplace, is a short hallway that leads to a 
staircase. To the right of the fireplace is the hallway leading to the quarters 
of servants. In the right wall, next to the banks of windows, is a glass door 
leading out to the gardens.

The Roesone house guards announce Rennar, a visitor, as she enters the Great 
Room.

Demonder arrives with Rennar.

Narine arrives with Rennar.

As they enter the House Roesone, a few servants quickly make toward them. 
Demonder waves them away, and especially the guards that approach. "Nothing for 
now," he states in a rush as he leads Rennar to the more comfortable sofa. 
Turning to Narine, he questions her again. "Private enough for us, Narine."

Rennar settles herself down, though still looks rather shakey. She turns her 
attention to Narine rather expectantly, watching her with a curious expression 
as her fear starts to subside.

Narine glances about, and finally loses some of the tension in her back as she 
is now in a familiar place, one she knows will be safe for the Lord and Lady. 
She nods slowly, and blurts out, "My Lord, the Lady Maggae is Ta'veren." her 
eyes are wide as she states this fact, and she nibbles her lip, obvously unsure 
of how these two are going to accept her new.

Well, little surprise comes to Demonder. Or at least no more then his current 
distraught state. Nodding quietly to her words, Demonder turns to Rennar as he 
sits on the sofa as well. "Who told her this, Narine?" he asks quietly.

"Ta'veren..." Rennar mouthes the word, quietly and carefully, foreign on her 
tongue. Though, by the look on her features she knows what it means. That, if 
anything, seems to make her grow pale once more. She grows quiet, waiting for 
Narine to continue.

Narine nods her head slowly, her eyes searching the face of the Lord. She 
murmurs quietly under her breath, "I am glad that you do not doubt my words," 
Raising her voice, she reports, her tone clipped, "I heard it from the Lady 
Maggae herself, My Lord, when we were in the common room. She and I were 
dicing, and on each throw she tossed a 6. Every single toss. And we were 
playing by Andoran rules!" Her eyes begin to glow unnaturally as she speaks of 
the dice game, but she quickly shakes her head, the glow dissipating. "She 
explained to us that the reason why the dice were falling in such a way was 
because she was a...Ta'veren...a person who could bend chance around them. And 
I must say, I have diced countless times, and what she spoke was the truth."

Darkness settles over the room.

"You must be careful around her," Demonder responds quietly, his arm going 
around Rennar's shoulder. Turning to Rennar, his concern is clear as he touches 
her cheek. "I would not doubt her -ta'veren- for all that goes about her head," 
he says quietly. "The murders spinning around her head are said to be many. And 
that is likely just the lip of it."

A small gasp escapes from Narine's lips as they speak of murder, and her back 
straightens, her grip tightening on her bow.

Rennar appears to wince slightly at Demonder's words. Her eyes lower as she 
leans against him. Briefly, she lowers her voice, She mutters to Demonder, "... 
can... say... is, or if... is,... there is..."  She glances back to Narine, 
almost apologetically, as if she is being careful of something. "Maggae is a 
dangerous woman... that much I agree with. Now you see why I did not want to be 
associated with her, or those in Tar Valon with her. The Queen has been warned 
of her behavior in Tar Valon. Hopefully she'll heed my words. She and I are 
close. Our family harbored her when the usuper Queen took the throne, 
attempting to kill Aislynn and her brother."

Demonder senses "Rennar appears to wince slightly at Demonder's words. Her eyes 
lower as she leans against him. Briefly, she lowers her voice, "I can not say 
for certain if that is what it is, or if it is, only that there is a 
possibility." She glances back to Narine, almost apologetically, as if she is 
being careful of something. "Maggae is a dangerous woman... that much I agree 
with. Now you see why I did not want to be associated with her, or those in Tar 
Valon with her. The Queen has been warned of her behavior in Tar Valon. 
Hopefully she'll heed my words. She and I are close. Our family harbored her 
when the usuper Queen took the throne, attempting to kill Aislynn and her 
brother.""

Narine nods her head slowly, shifting the weight on her feet. She appears not 
to know how to answer the woman, so remains silent.

A moonbeam pierces a diamond-shaped windowpane.

Demonder continues the look of concern, nodding at Rennar's words. "Narine, do 
make certain Mansell knows the importance of keeping House Roesone safe from 
Maggae. I will speak with Lord Corwyn," he states that part in a quieter tone. 
"But I want as little of House Roesone to do with Maggae until I have that 
chance to speak with him." Not one to be in position for such orders, but 
clearly Demonder takes no hint of that fact in his tone.

Narine bows her head. "Of course, My Lord. I will speak with Mansell as soon as 
I see him." she glances towards the door behind her. "I would like to keep an 
eye on Lady Maggae, then, to assure that she is not going to be bothering with 
the House." her eyes now hold a protective light.

Rennar listens quietly as Demonder speaks, pressing her lips together tightly. 
She lets a wan smile touch her lips, as her color begins to return once more, 
"Take care. Take real care. She is unpredictable, from what I've heard."

Narine nods slowly, and strides towards the door, tossing a concerned glance 
over her shoulder for the pair.

A moonbeam pierces a diamond-shaped windowpane.

"Thank you Narine," Demonder states quietly watching her leave.