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 patrons sip cups of goat's milk and breakfast on hot cereal, fresh fruits and sausage. 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.

Tianorylle
Daric
Jaelana

Sorenis arrives with Rennar.

Daric continues to watch the pair of girls as they whisper about him, catching 'nobleman' among the words. He sits quietly before the warm fire, sipping his tea as he observes.

Jaelana looks up as Rennar arrives. For some reason she thinks the woman looks familiar even though she is obviously a noble.

Entering the room, followed by Sorenis, is Lady Rennar Hune - High Seat of House Hune. She appears to be frowning at the man so loyally following after her, not looking pleased one tiny bit. She does smooth it over though, muttering something under her breath as she pauses just inside and to the right of the door to allow others to pass through the room. Sorenis follows nearby, but at the same time seems to give the Lady her space.

Tianorylle's eyes widen, as she peers at the new arrival. A noble, quite obviously; a noble, and nearly bald? She can't help but stare for several seconds at the lady, before returning to her oatmeal, before her on the table where she sits with Jaelana near the door.

Jaelana watches Rennar, also somewhat surprised at the same thing Tiny was, but she hides it well.

Daric blinks his eyes slowly, turning his head to look at the new arrival with a serene expression. Like Tianorylle, his gaze lingers on the noblewoman's near shaven head. He seems to recognise her from the public flogging that took place in the palace.

Rennar seems to stir uncomfortably at some of the stairs. This is the first time she's been back at the Rose and Lion since her... incident with her uncle. Some whispers start up about the room, and finger pointing, toward Rennar. The words 'Lady' 'Jeffrin' and 'Hune' seem to be the most prominent coming from the whispers. Rennar seems to steel herself, unconciously straightening, then very deliberately makes her way toward the corner table, where it's a little darker and harder to see. She also lifts the hood of her cloak and places it self-conciously over her head. Sorenis follows behind, again keeping his distance.

You sit down at Corner Table.

Jaelana watches Rennar, and also hears the whispers, but does not contribute to them. For some reason, Rennar does look familiar apart from that Jaelana has seen her once or twice from a distance.

The flogging Tianorylle was unable to attend . . . The little redhead stares even more, and blinks, whispering something to her friend.

Jaelana whispers to Tiny, "Yes, it is."

Looking sideways, Daric gestures to a serving boy to attend him. The lordling murmurs quietly for a moment, then gestures to the bald noblewoman and her guard.

Once the Lady finally settles into place near Rennar, Sorenis takes up a position five steps behind her and to her left. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, watching those about the common room of the Inn.

The serving boy takes a copper coin from the blond lordling, then approaches Rennar, bobbing his head. "My lady... Lord Roesone asks if you would join him?" He shuffles his feet a bit, looking warily at the huge bodyguard.

"Wow," whispers Tiny back to her friend. "She looks odd. Sad. Do _you_ have any idea why her head is shaved? I wish I were more of a gossip!" She chatters at Jaelana energetically, moving from one thing to the next without patience or restraint, driven by her curiosity, as fiery as her hair if not more so.

Jaelana twists her hair around her fingers and watches the 'scenario' taking place before her.

Jaelana pauses. "A gossip? Well. But, it has something to do with Jeffrin Hune."

"What happened? I heard a little, but I've been out of the loop lately," Tiny sighs, frustrated at her lack of knowledge. "You remember. I was off helping my mother."

Juli, the normal server for the Inn, moves over to Rennar's table. They speak a few quiet words, and the server actually dares to pat her shoulder consolingly. She winks at the noble lady then moves off to get whatever was ordered for her. Hearing Tianorylle's words, Rennar seems to wince a bit, but does not withdraw into herself, attempting to remain strong and get over this affliction about what she had to endure. She glances to the serving boy who comes after Juli and speaks with her. She blinks slightly, then peers about the room, looking for this Lord spoken about.

Daric smooths down the front of his coat, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. He smiles gently across the room towards Rennar, bowing his head slightly in her direction.

Jaelana looks around suddenly. "I'd better go," she says quickly.

The serving boy eventually loses interest, preferring to gawk at the huge man guarding Rennar. Pocketing his coin, he satisfies himself with a sniff, then wanders off towards the courtyard and the stables beyond.

A brow lifts delicately as Rennar catches the man straightening himself and then bowing his head toward her. "I thank you for the message, young one." Rennar murmurs, then rises from her chair. As she does, Sorenis moves from his spot along the wall and looks to walk with her those same five paces as she makes her way over toward Daric's table. There is a curious expression upon her features. She nods to the supposed Lord of Roesone, "I cannot say that we have met, Lord Roesone..." There is a hint of a question to the validity of Daric's identity in Rennar's voice.

"Walk in the light," Tiny says in a honey tone as her friend leaves, in a voice loud enough for any close listener to hear, though her wink and mocking grin can only be seen by one side of the room -- that which includes the hurrying-off Jae, but not the nobleman.

Daric stands and leaves Fireside Table.

You stand and leave Corner Table.

Daric rises to his feet as Rennar approaches, folding his hands before him. "I trust the Light finds you well this day, milady." the blond lordling murmurs. "I am Daric Galayan, lord Roesone. I understand you do know my cousin Demonder, yes?" He speaks in the tones of the educated Andorman, but there is a hint of Amadician in his manner of speech.

Daric's mannerisms seem to give Rennar reason to pause a bit. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, taking in the man before her. "Ah. I have heard of you. A pleasure to meet you, Lord Daric." Rennar finally puts a face to the name she keeps hearing about, from others and the Queen. "I am engaged to Lord Demonder." Rennar speaks in a quiet voice, her eyes going over her shoulder to the guard watching over her. There's that small frown again as she regards Sorenis, however the man simply does his job, watching the room, and sometimes her to make certain she's safe.

VIEWING OF DARIC: The lordling's aura seems hazy, as yet undefined. Images blur into each other languidly about his head; a sunburst on a field of both white and black, a headsman's axe, a burning house. Conflict seems to be the only certain feeling about him, he has made sure he has started down that path.

In the absence of her friend and oftentimes partner-in-quirkiness, Tianorylle is somewhat at a loss. Hmm, what to do now . . . She lifts her mug of green tea, now cooled off enough for her to drink quickly, and takes a long pull on the lukewarm beverage before 'accidentally' letting it slip from her fingers. A large puddle begins to spread on her small table; she quickly snatches the apple and oatmeal from its path, sighs in apparent disgust at her own 'clumsiness', and motions to a serving girl as she switches tables -- incidentally settling down a bit closer to the nobles, at one of the few empty tables in the room, within better hearing range.

Eyeing Rennar and her reactions to him, Daric gestures slowly with a black-gloved hand as he misinterprets her glance at the bodyguard. "I assure you, you have no need of your guard with me, my lady." he says quietly. "Please do sit, you look very tired?" he asks, gesturing to a chair by the fireplace.

"No more tired than usual, Lord Daric." Rennar speaks in a quieted voice, though one that still can be heard nearby. She does not protest the offered seat, moving into it with a practiced ease, then ever so gently smoothing over the crushed velvet of her skirts. "As for the guard, I've no choice but to keep him around." That frown again, though delicate and light, "Lord Demonder himself had him commissioned and I'm afraid were I to attempt to dismiss him, he may attempt to throw me over his shoulder and take me home, as per Demonder's instructions."

You sit down at Fireside Table.

Daric sits down at Fireside Table.

Tianorylle remains unobtrusive, silent but for the eating of her oatmeal, but her ears are alert as ever.

"I can see how cousin Demonder might fear for his future bride." Daric replies, taking his own seat with equal grace. He smiles as he lifts his tea cup again. "I did witness only the tail end of the... unpleasantness." he adds, referring to the trial and punishment. "Do accept my best wishes for your recovery, and that of Lady Calisa. Her majesty was most put out at the second disappearance."

Any smile or emotion that might have graced Rennar's features at the mentioning of Calisa just seems to disappear. She pauses a moment to give herself time to think about a response, and gather her wits, "Your wishes are accepted, Lord Daric." She finally manages in her usual soft voice - though completely without emotion. "Demonder has been trying to keep me safe, though overly so I believe. The ordeal with my uncle is over, however there is still an assassin at large from the storming of my manor."

Nobles, guards, assassins -- all of it seems intriguingly foreign to the girl, and though she's smart enough to do well in such a life, doubtless she'd like her simple life far better than fancy clothes and fancy plots. But listening to these things is of great interest. Suddenly an odd grimace passes over her features.

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

Gesturing with a gloved hand, Daric signals his agreement. "You are indeed the rightful heir to House Hune, pronounced by her Majesty herself. I am quite certain that you would manage well without cousin Demonder's aid, as you will need to do for the rest of your life, milady." He takes a small sip of his tea. "I am certain that the Shien... er, the Captain-General is doing his utmost with his Guards to find your assasin in short order, yes?"

Rennar is sitting at the fireside table with Lord Daric, speaking quietly with him. For some reason or another, her expression is completely emotionless.

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

The mention of the Captain-General brings back a certain expression to Rennar's features - anger, and hatred. "I would not presume that the Captain General does anything to aid House Hune, or the heir-apparent to the throne." That was a fact that came out at the trial of her uncle, she being heir-apparent. "He lifted not a finger to aid my sister, and things have transpired because of information he kept from me that I will /never/ forgive him for." That hatred comes out most at the end of her words, yet she speaks nothing about what those things are, her emerald eyes burning with a passionate fire now.

Demonder walks through the common room doors in his usual more relaxed manner. The axe that hangs at his hip swings freely as he looks over those within. It's not difficult to spot Rennar, not with the large bodyguard standing five paces behind sticking out like a sore thumb. The young lord makes his way over to the table that sits Lord Daric and Lady Rennar. He bows slightly to each, before regarding the guard with a touch of amusement. "Good morning." Of course, he just about catches the trail end of Rennar's words, and that stiffins him a little.

Suddenly the red-haired young woman who surreptitiously listens to the conversation of her social betters looks strangely uncomfortable, and after a few shallow breaths her head snaps forward with a loud sneeze. "yhh-kTCHu!" Sniffing slightly, she frowns; whether or not they know she's listening, she has drawn attention to her presence. Returning to nonchalance, she bites into her apple with a crunch.

Daric rises from his chair slightly as Demonder arrives, murmuring a "Light keep you, cousin." before resuming his chair. At Rennar's words, the lordling does a good impression of a serene Aes Sedai, studying Rennar's features for a long moment. He then looks up at Demonder with a raised eyebrow.

Sasha comes into the Inn from her morning stroll before beginning work for the day to have a tea she notices Lady Rennar and guests and curtseys properly to them "Good Morning M'lady" she speaks softly, shyly deciding she must wait to speak to Rennar when she is in a better mood. Sasha goes to the bar to have a tea and wait.

The young noble woman attempts to get a reign on her emotions. Her eyes go to Demonder, and she simply nods her head to him, not saying anything currently. Seems she's also still smoldering over Sorenis, the guard whom she had no choice /but/ to accept, and under cowardly ways as well.

Rennar turns her attention to Sasha after a moment or two of regarding Demonder, then nods to her as well, "Sasha." She greets in a curt manner, remnants of her earlire anger showing.

Okay, so she's mad. Demonder nods slowly, as he decides on whether to sit or not. On the one hand, Rennar is his intended. On the other hand, she's not exactly thrilled with the man standing five feet away that has permission to carry Rennar off over his shoulder when he believes Rennar puts herself in danger. Demonder does drop any hint of amusement from his eyes, and simply watches Rennar's expression carefully. "My apologies for not being there for Master Sorenis' beginning of duties." He's not stupid on that part, at least. Doing it, is a different story. Well, he tests the grounds slowly.

Sasha stops as she hears her name wondering if she should return, she is fighting her instincts to leave hearing the curt voice she turns smiling and nods her head in proper manner, she has been working hard with Mistress Gennette. Sasha hesitates before going for her tea at the bar.

Daric continues to sip his tea calmly as he observes the betrothed pair with his blue eyes. His gaze drifts toward Sasha as she and Rennar interact, but otherwise doesn't let his attention stray too far.

Slowly, Rennar returns her gaze back to Demonder. Tension has grown in the air, there's no doubt of that. "I am sure you are, Lord Demonder." Again, that curt manner, anger flaring slightly once more, "Though in the future I wish to be consulted /before/ you hire people to protect my person, not that I was consulted at all about this."

Sasha dips her head properly to the man that has gazed and slips silently over to the bar taking a seat and sipping the tea. She is waiting for the proper time to make her approach. She is trying to contain the upset she is feeling over having to ask for time off to make a very important trip.

Demonder turns slowly to Daric, nodding in greting once again. There's a slight edge to Demonder today, one that seems to evaporate as he looks to Rennar once more. "You will be, Renni. Though I simply performed the duties you have left in charge of. I didn't wish to waist time when dangers still walk through the streets." Assassins, of course. "Besides, once new guards are settled in and I feel comfortable with their duties, we may be more selective on your 'personal' guard." Maybe Demonder doesn't get the point of the hiring of any personal guard is the problem.

Tianorylle merely sits and listens, crunching her apple very slowly so as to avoid sitting there without an excuse.

"You and I will speak of this another time. Here and now is not the place for this discussion." There's a tone of finality to Rennar's voice. Just then Juli finally manages to bring out Rennar's own cup of tea, steamed and warmed. She apologizes for the delay, glances at the three men surrounding Rennar, raises a brow, then gives the young woman a consoling look before moving off to do her job.

"My lord and lady..." Daric murmurs, setting down his now empty teacup. "I ask your pardon, but it is time for me to observe midday prayers in solitude. I must meditate on my recent meeting with her Majesty." He rises gracefully, bowing his head once again to Rennar and Demonder.

Daric stands and leaves Fireside Table.

Daric has departed.

Demonder's eyes go wide at that. "You met with Queen Aislynn?" he asks rather bluntly, focusing on the Roesone Lord. Demonder does almost a double-take, as the man's limbs are intact. "How did it go?"

Sasha sips her tea at the bar remaining thoughtful in her silence as the others speak at the Inn.

Daric laughs softly at Demonders expression. Smoothing down his coat, he replies. "She and the unborn child appeared well. Her majesty was most enlightened and energetic in conversation, cousin." With that, he walks across the common room, climbing the staircase to the guest quarters.

Rennar nods her head after Daric, but gives little more than that as a reply to his words. She seems quiet and withdrawn now, sipping at her own tea.

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

"May I join you?" Demonder finally asks Rennar after watching Daric return to his quarters within the inn. There's almost a hesitation in Demonder asking.

It was good enough timing; now Tianorylle lets herself finish the apple, which she has been worrying with tiny bites for all of five minutes now. She might like to listen further, but doesn't have the coppers or the appetite, and so reluctantly slips from her seat, paying at the bar before she heads out the door.

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

Rennar gives a small, non-committal shrug of her shoulder, answering quietly, "If that is your desire, Lord Demonder, you may." She takes another tiny sip of her tea, staring straight ahead.

That's his warm and loving soon to be wife, no doubt about it. Well, when she's angered. Demonder does take the 'offered' seat with a slight nod of his head, those eyes of his carefully examining Rennar as he makes himself comfortable. "Is everything as well as can be expected?" he asks almost quietly.

A brow quirks at that particular question, "I would suppose so, Lord Demonder. Nothing has gone awry this morning. Your.. friend... has seen to that." That frown does return to Rennar's features.

Demonder looks to study the guard that is some five feet away from Rennar with a slight smile. "That is the idea, Renni." Well, it is. Demonder looks to Rennar again, moving forward on the table his hands approach closer to hers. "It's neccessary, you know it, right?" he asks quietly, feeling the anger Rennar has within.

Sasha withdraws beginning to feel her old discomforts as the Lady seems to remain unhappy. Her old fears cause her hand to shake as she sips the tea at the bar.

Demonder sits down at Fireside Table.

"Nothing is necessary." Rennar states rather blandly, not offering her own hand to the Lord. There is a chill feeling about her, almost. A distancing of herself from Demonder, at least more so than usual since her return. She continues to hold her tea and sip at it, not once glancing at the Lord sitting with her. She's in one of her moods, put there by Daric this time.

Demonder shifts his chair more toward Rennar as he watches her with a great concern. It is concern that shows there more then anything, as Demonder naturally assumes this mood is because of him. "Renni?" he questions lightly, his head moving down enough to attempt to see her eyes more clearly. Demonder's hand reaches for Rennar's shoulder, fingers gripping lightly for a moment before releasing. "How did you find Lord Daric's company?" he finally asks further.

A small shrug of the shoulders answers Demonder first. "He was interesting, to say the least," there is a slight pause, then she continues, "for a whitecloak." Rennar's words respond to Demonder's question. Of her mood, she gives no particular answer.

Demonder nods with a slight shrug. "For a whitecloak indeed, if not in profession, then definitely in opinion." Demonder agrees with the words, though again his tone turns warmer. "Like Lord Daric, I too had a meeting with Queen Aislynn. It was," he pauses. "Interesting. At least her anger seemed to subside. I believe she wishes to see you, as a friend." Demonder stresses the last.

Sasha sips her tea noticing the time passing. Although she prefers to slip out quietly it is important she speaks to Lady Rennar, she musters up all her courage repeating over and over in her mind the lessons drilled into her at the House. Placing the teacup down her bandaged left wrist can be seen also the ring on her finger, a new addition. Leaving the bar Sasha goes to the table where Lady Rennar and Lord Demonder are and curtseys in her best style waiting in silence to be recognized.

The Lady Hune directs her attention more fully on Demonder now, regarding him carefully. "Should the Queen wish my presense, I will go speak with her. I have no indication from her that this is so, however." Well, despite Nicodemus having tried to keep her at the Palace before, but he was acting alone on that, in the Queen's best interests, not at her command or order. Likely, she'll not change her mind about matters unless Aislynn herself shows things to be different from what Rennar believes to be true. She notices Sasha approaching, and raises a brow slightly, nodding to her in recognition. Questions remain in her eyes for her servant.

"Will you have the Queen visit you?" Demonder challenges almost, with a slight shrug. "I think she may do just that if you do not see her shortly." Well, this may not be a big deal for Rennar, but to Demonder, having a Queen visit one within their own manor and chambers is a completely different occurence. "She wishes to speak to you as a friend," Demonder repeats his earlier words before leaning back on his chair. His eyes go to Sasha with a slight question and a nod, before his attention returns to Rennar.

Sasha looks to Lady Rennar as she is recognized, trying to hide the bandaged wrist quickly "M'Lady I have urgent business in Tar Valon and need to have time off to make the trip I will make it as quickly as I can I do hope this will be acceptable to you." her voice controlled she breaths a near undetectable sigh of relief once her words are out.

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

"If the Queen wishes to visit Hune Manor, she is welcome, as she has always been, and will always continue to be. However, I will not visit the Palace until she calls for me." The fact that Aislynn wishes to speak to Rennar as a friend seems to fall on deaf ears, her own mind set within the matter. "I am not one who can dictate what it is the Queen chooses to do or not do, as nor should one dictate what I am to do." Somehow, her ending words of this particular conversation with Demonder are somewhat pointed. She does not take her eyes off of Sasha as she speaks to Demonder, tilting her head to the side a bit as she listens to her servant. "If you need time off Sasha, that is fine." The fact that Sasha needs personal time does not seem to bother Rennar at all. "Just let Genette know how long you plan to be away so she may find someone to cover your position and duties within the House, and to look after young Emos."

Demonder nods slowly, a little more aggravated with Rennar's stubborness now. He should get used to it. Demonder moves the chair back, and begins the motions of standing. "Very well, Renni. I will take my leave, as there are more guards to hire. If you wish, we shall attempt for dinner tonight." There's that hesitation for a moment before he stands completely.

Sasha stiffens at the mention of Emos, Sasha dips her head properly to the time off "Thank you M'Lady." hesitating "I really need to speak to you about Emos he keeps disappearing on me and I found him at the Palace. I was informed that he was Rio Sedai's scribe." she begins to shake a bit having blurted out so much to one such as the Lady, she will have to work on that.

"I may have plans this evening, but I will check my schedule and send a messenger either way to let you know." Is Rennar's response to Demonder's request for dinner, that distance still quite well in place, "And before you hire any /personal/ guards for myself, I insist on screening them as well."

Rennar turns her attention to Sasha, lifting a brow a bit and nodding her head, "Aye. I am aware of that, in part. It was my own idea for him to go work for Rio Sedai. Though, she had not informed me that she had started him under her employ."

"Very well." Demonder would likely see her regardless, as he simply shrugs. A hand goes to her shoulder, squeezing softly before the lord begins to exit the common room.

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

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

Movrin orders Brandy.

A server scurries over to Movrin and sets the Brandy before him.

Movrin takes the glass graciously, and sips it immedeatly as if it were ambrosia.

Sasha nods politely "Yes M'Lady he has been working there. I have spent much time trying to find the lad and have told him he must report to me when he wonders off. There is something between him and Cronus also but I have not found out just what. Xavier and I did accompany him to the Queen one day as he spoke to her in defense of Cronus." flushing slightly Sasha brushes a hair from her face showing plainly her left hand bearing a ring on the ring finger and a bandage on her wrist.

Rennar nods her head slowly to Sasha, "I have left the boy in your capable hands, Sasha. There is no need to explain all of his happenings. I only hope that his mother sends word soon of whether or not she acknowledges him as her son or not. Perhaps then, Xavier can have his wish to adopt him." There is a faint sigh from Rennar, as she slowly starts to calm down from her earlier conversation, "But I fear it will be a long while before I get an answer, if I receive any, particularly if the child's mother hates him as he has expressed."

Movrin's sensitive ears perk toward the conversation, as he sips his brandy almost hungrily

Sasha smiles as the Lady speaks knowing how much the boy means to Xavier "Thank you M'Lady. I will make arrangements for my Xavier to watch over him with Mistress Gennette while I am gone, Emos responds well to him." flushing slightly she realizes what she said "Lady Rennar I, well" grows a bit nervous "Xavier has asked me to marry him."

"Congratulations." Rennar smiles genuinely, the last traces of her anger fading away with that expression, "I wish you and Xavier the best... better than what has transpired thus far between Demonder and myself." There is a sigh at that, and a touch fo doubt upon her features. Maybe she's rethinking her own wedding plans? "And please do speak with him about Emos. I'm certain he would be most interested in watching over teh child."

Movrin is looking at you.

Sasha smiles proudly and holds out the ringed hand "This was Xaviers Grandmothers." she says shyly then concern in her eyes "M'Lady is there troubles with you and your betrothed?" concern apparant in her voice.

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

Movrin continues to sip his small brandy as his golden and green eyes train on the conversation.

Emos steps into the common room, and stops, spotting Rennar and Sasha.

Sasha's attentions are fully on Lady Rennar and the question she has asked so boldly.

Rennar quirks a brow slightly at Sasha, glancing to the ring a bit, "Then you should take special care in wearing his ring, if it be that old." She pauses a moment, frowning slightly at Sasha's next words, "Matters between Lord Roesone and myself are our concern, Mistress Sasha." Of course, matters between Demonder and Rennar really have not been right since Rennar's return to freedom from her uncle's evil ways.

Emos walks up to the two, smiling.

Sasha dips her head politely "I am sorry to have asked Lady Rennar I was just concerned for you as I saw you so upset earlier. I so appreciate the chance you have given me and with that came my engagement I feel I owe you a lot and if I could help in any manner please let me know." noticing Emos out of the corner of her eye Sasha nods but her full attention remains on Lady Rennar and her concern and caring apparant.

Movrin is waiting for approval to play a wolfkin.

"I thank you, Sasha." Rennar responds quietly, "And if I've need of your aid, I will let you know." Just that moment the Lady Hune sweeps her gaze about the room. She catches sight of Movrin across the room and nods, but her attention is immediately attracted to Emos. "It seems the child knows when he is being spoken about." A light smile graces the young noble's lips as she regards Emos. She nods her head to the young boy.

Emos smiles as attention is turned to him. He waves to them.

Sasha smiles now at Lady Rennar's kind words then remains standing in silence as she watches the exchane between the Lady and Emos her little charge.

"Is there anything else, Sasha?" Rennar responds, quirking a brow at the servant.

Standing, Movrin takes the rest of his brandy and walks over to to Sasha and Rennar. " It is good to see you again my Lady Sasha, may I congratulate you on your betrothal," Movrin says with a flourish of his plain cape.

Rennar blinks slightly ay Movrin's title of Sasha. A small frown does grace Rennar's lips, "Lady...?" She directs this question to both Movrin and Sasha.

Sasha curtseys to Lady Rennar "No M'Lady, thank you for your time I must go and make the arrangements I hope to leave on my trip tonite." Hearing Movrin's comment she blushes growing silent as Lady Rennar speak to him and wishing she were anywhere but here right now.

Emos just looks at Movrin, not at anyone or anything else.

Movrin blinks at all the looks he is getting.

Rennar still seems to be waiting an answer to her question, that frown starting to grow as the silence begins to linger.

Sasha blushes as the tension grows in the silence looking to Movrin for his response to the Lady.

Finally, Rennar speaks up, breaking the silence, that frown more than doubled now, "Sasha, if you are going around impersonating the nobility, we will need to discuss this sometime." Before others have a chance to respond, Rennar finally stands. She settles down her cup of tea, and starts for the door. It's obvious that the sometime is not now, as her anger has flared once more.

You stand and leave Fireside Table.

His golden eye twitches, as he tried to keep his anger in check. " Forgive me Lady Rennar, I am her betrothed's man, or am tryin to be. And I still consider them both my Lord and Lady."

The Lady Rennar does not respond, having already risen and started walking across the room. A few moments more, and she's out the door, already lost in her thoughts about the previous conversations with her own betrothed and his whitecloak cousin - enough to sour anyone's morning, talking to a whitecloak.

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.

As dawn arrives the stableyard is a hubbub of commotion. Stablehands walk about watching for any possible newcomers, ready to tend their needs. 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.

Sorenis arrives with Rennar.

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

Rennar continues to walk through the courtyard of the Inn, Sorenis following behind five paces, though speeding up a bit to match Rennar's gait. The guard does not seem pleased at all wit the haste the Lady is making to be away from the Inn, a frown etching his own features.

Emos almost runs up beside Lady Rennar and does his best to stay beside her, looking up at her concerned.

Rennar does not even seem to glance down at Emos as he makes his way to her side, a far away expression in her eyes. Despite the warmer weather, the cloak is pulled about Rennar's shoulders in a more tight fashion, a gesture of sorts she's taken to doing to comfort herself.

Sorenis blinks as the child slips by him and plants himself next to Rennar. With that done, the man gives the two a perplexed look. Seeing as how Emos is no threat to Rennar, he leaves the two be.

Emos takes out some paper and writes as best he can a message and hands it to Lady Rennar. It reads "Don't be mad please."

The Lady pauses just before the final exit which goes into the streets. A brow raises at the offered piece of paper. Rennar takes it after a few moments, and reads it, "I am not mad at you Emos, there's no worries there." She hands the paper back, knowing the boy has a limited supply. "My anger is directed elsewhere, and very much justified."

Emos nods, looking out the door for a second before writing hi next message and handing it to Lady Renner. It reads "Can I help?"

Xavier emerges into the yard from Caemlyn Road.

Xavier strolls slowly through the stableyard, obviously on his way to meet someone.

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

Rennar takes the other message offered by Emos, nodding to Xavier as he passes right by her, she standing just by the road that leads into the city proper, and well away from the Inn itself. She carefully reads Emos's note, then shakes her head, "I'm afriad this is something far beyond your capabilities." Again, she hands the paper back.

Emos looks sad, the same look he gets everytime he finds out he can't help. Writing another message, he hands it to Lady Rennar. This one reads 'Who is that?'

Emos points to the extra person in the room who seems to be just as quiet as the boy.

"My guard." Rennar snorts slightly, eyes going to Sorenis after she reads Emos's note, letting him keep the paper this time. "Lord Roesone hired him to protect me."