"Thank you so much for the offer, Bretwald" Replies Mizzen whilst giving him a smile. "But I'm still in recovery so I'm not allowed to drink until I've been told that it's safe to do so. I'll just sit back and enjoy the music and dancing before going to rest again. And fetch myself a glass of water instead."
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Valor nods politely to the priest. "Thank you for your offer, I will gladly have a bit of wine to take the edge off the road."
He looked at the party before they wandered off, "For you others, enjoy yourselves, but... remember we have a long road ahead of us." His meaningful look indicated that his words were meant mostly for Hotspur.
The thought of getting tipsy brought a smirk to Argyle's lips, but he merely shook his head--while he wasn't a teetotaler, ale wasn't his voice of choice. Instead, he stood and watched the dancing.
"Thanks for the offer, Bretwald but I'm not a drinker myself" replies Yessenia. "I would love to enjoy dancing with the others though. Hopefully they don't mind me barging into the fun!" With that, she runs over and joins everyone whilst dancing merrily with them.
Yessenia is pulled into the wheel of dancers and spins away the evening with the inhabitants of Axbridge.
The thought of getting tipsy brought a smirk to Argyle's lips, but he merely shook his head--while he wasn't a teetotaler, ale wasn't his voice of choice. Instead, he stood and watched the dancing.
"Thanks for the offer, Bretwald but I'm not a drinker myself" replies Yessenia. "I would love to enjoy dancing with the others though. Hopefully they don't mind me barging into the fun!" With that, she runs over and joins everyone whilst dancing merrily with them.
Yessenia is pulled into the wheel of dancers and spins away the evening with the inhabitants of Axbridge.
"Thank you so much for the offer, Bretwald" Replies Mizzen whilst giving him a smile. "But I'm still in recovery so I'm not allowed to drink until I've been told that it's safe to do so. I'll just sit back and enjoy the music and dancing before going to rest again. And fetch myself a glass of water instead."
Mizzen and Argyle take in the festivities until they wind down and everyone retires to rest.
Valor nods politely to the priest. "Thank you for your offer, I will gladly have a bit of wine to take the edge off the road."
He looked at the party before they wandered off, "For you others, enjoy yourselves, but... remember we have a long road ahead of us." His meaningful look indicated that his words were meant mostly for Hotspur.
"Good sir, you give me an impossible choice... music and dancing without, and libations within? Have the heavens tasked you with tormenting me while I yet live? Very well, I choose to accompany you. The road has left my throat dry, and my music is always with me," says Hotspur, patting his lute as he accepts Bretwald's invitation.
Morseth looks to Bretwald "Would you happen to have a really strong alcoholic drink? Not for drinking, but for medicinal purposes"
Hotspur, Valor and Morseth retire to the sacristy at the side of the chapel and Bretwald pours them wooden cups of what seems to be a fairly rough sherry.
To Morseth he nods and heads to a small beech chest and opens it and retrieves a thick stoppered glass flask of golden liquid, " Thulish Mead. Strongest drink I know of."
After a few cups he fixes Valor with a look, " I hear you are headed north on family business, however if you are headed back this way before months end I may have a proposition for you and your troupe."
Hotspur, Valor and Morseth retire to the sacristy at the side of the chapel and Bretwald pours them wooden cups of what seems to be a fairly rough sherry.
To Morseth he nods and heads to a small beech chest and opens it and retrieves a thick stoppered glass flask of golden liquid, " Thulish Mead. Strongest drink I know of."
After a few cups he fixes Valor with a look, " I hear you are headed north on family business, however if you are headed back this way before months end I may have a proposition for you and your troupe."
Valor considers before answering. "We are headed to Maiden's Vale. We may be heading back this way after, if my cousin does not need us. But it may be some time. Nevertheless I would be happy hear this proposition you have. If there is some danger to the people here, I'm sure my father will want to know."
Entering Axbridge in a hurry, a young man in brown leathers looks over his shoulder and says loudly to his companion, “Tana, we’re late!”
Noticing the older gentleman under the apple tree, Teryl hails him. “Master Odo! Has a company been through here recently? We are meaning to catch up with them.”
Thatch rubs down Nibby and makes sure the hinny has straw and feed in the small stable in the center of town. Ever mindful of Sir Dayne’s words, he sees Mother Clay to Odo’s house and sees that she has everything she needs. But once Mother Clay is settled, Thatch slips off to join the festivities and dancing, eyes and ears open for any news of the roads outside Axbridge.
Argyle eventually took in a bit of dancing himself, then set to whittling some nondescript shape outside the room the others had entered. He wasn't going to bed until Sir Valor gave the go-ahead; if he was security, he'd do the job properly.
It was then that he heard a familiar voice. "Stragglers?"he thought, curious as to who all were arriving.
Entering Axbridge in a hurry, a young man in brown leathers looks over his shoulder and says loudly to his companion, “Tana, we’re late!”
Noticing the older gentleman under the apple tree, Teryl hails him. “Master Odo! Has a company been through here recently? We are meaning to catch up with them.”
A young lady follows behind Teryl, in a much more leisurely stroll compared to his hurried movements.
"There's really no need to rush Teryl." She calls out, her voice carrying through the air despite being rather soft-spoken."I'm sure everyone else is still here."
Strands of long white hair blow out behind her, falling from a loosely tied up bun adorned with golden beads. Slender fingers pull at the worn-looking cloak around her shoulders, drawing the fabric tighter around her slim frame. The lady steps up besides her companion, inclining her head politely towards the gentleman that Teryl was addressing.
Entering Axbridge in a hurry, a young man in brown leathers looks over his shoulder and says loudly to his companion, “Tana, we’re late!”
Noticing the older gentleman under the apple tree, Teryl hails him. “Master Odo! Has a company been through here recently? We are meaning to catch up with them.”
Entering Axbridge in a hurry, a young man in brown leathers looks over his shoulder and says loudly to his companion, “Tana, we’re late!”
Noticing the older gentleman under the apple tree, Teryl hails him. “Master Odo! Has a company been through here recently? We are meaning to catch up with them.”
A young lady follows behind Teryl, in a much more leisurely stroll compared to his hurried movements.
"There's really no need to rush Teryl." She calls out, her voice carrying through the air despite being rather soft-spoken."I'm sure everyone else is still here."
Strands of long white hair blow out behind her, falling from a loosely tied up bun adorned with golden beads. Slender fingers pull at the worn-looking cloak around her shoulders, drawing the fabric tighter around her slim frame. The lady steps up besides her companion, inclining her head politely towards the gentleman that Teryl was addressing.
" Aye, me handsome. Dey gone drick wit priest. Here'n chapel an all. Jes kik through.", Odo muttered as he gestured vaguely in the chapels direction, seemingly enjoying the cider at his side.
As the two looked about they saw a couple of folks from Scardic, Mizzen the injured newcomer who had the look of a sailor and the bondsman Argyle who was looking in their direction. They also noted the Vaynes scribe and school mistress and one of the stableboys wheeling up a storm among the dancing villagers.
Hotspur, Valor and Morseth retire to the sacristy at the side of the chapel and Bretwald pours them wooden cups of what seems to be a fairly rough sherry.
To Morseth he nods and heads to a small beech chest and opens it and retrieves a thick stoppered glass flask of golden liquid, " Thulish Mead. Strongest drink I know of."
After a few cups he fixes Valor with a look, " I hear you are headed north on family business, however if you are headed back this way before months end I may have a proposition for you and your troupe."
Valor considers before answering. "We are headed to Maiden's Vale. We may be heading back this way after, if my cousin does not need us. But it may be some time. Nevertheless I would be happy hear this proposition you have. If there is some danger to the people here, I'm sure my father will want to know."
" Danger? No, no danger to the fine folk of Axbridge......its more of a personal interest...and somewhat of a sad tale on my part."
" But I'll leave the telling of it for when you return. Lets just say there should be enough coin in it to help a young lordling strike out on his own."
Valor enjoyed the wine precisely because of its roughness. He got along with his oldest brother, who would take over for his father. But his middle brother tended--in Valor's opinion at least--to be too enamored of luxury and the "pleasures of the flesh" for a priest. For fear of becoming his brother, Valor tended to lean more towards asceticism himself and, though he allowed himself the odd pleasure here and there, he always preferred function over form. The main reason he dressed well and maintained the appearance of his arms, was because it reflected on his father, rather than any desire for ostentation itself.
He shook himself a little from his reverie and shrugged. "Well, Brother Bretwald, if we pass this way on our way back, I would be happy to hear your tale. If you wish to keep your own counsel 'till then, that is your business, and I'll not push it."
" Aye, me handsome. Dey gone drick wit priest. Here'n chapel an all. Jes kik through.", Odo muttered as he gestured vaguely in the chapels direction, seemingly enjoying the cider at his side.
As the two looked about they saw a couple of folks from Scardic, Mizzen the injured newcomer who had the look of a sailor and the bondsman Argyle who was looking in their direction. They also noted the Vaynes scribe and school mistress and one of the stableboys wheeling up a storm among the dancing villagers.
Tanatari nudges Teryl upon spotting the rest of their group, "It appears the others have been having quite the time without us." She gestures over to the dancing crowd, the edges of a smile curling on her lips.
"Best not keep them waiting any longer." She carefully tugs on her companion's elbow, pulling them both in a stride toward the duo that had already spotted them. She nods in thanks at Odo as they pass.
" Aye, me handsome. Dey gone drick wit priest. Here'n chapel an all. Jes kik through.", Odo muttered as he gestured vaguely in the chapels direction, seemingly enjoying the cider at his side.
As the two looked about they saw a couple of folks from Scardic, Mizzen the injured newcomer who had the look of a sailor and the bondsman Argyle who was looking in their direction. They also noted the Vaynes scribe and school mistress and one of the stableboys wheeling up a storm among the dancing villagers.
Tanatari nudges Teryl upon spotting the rest of their group, "It appears the others have been having quite the time without us." She gestures over to the dancing crowd, the edges of a smile curling on her lips.
"Best not keep them waiting any longer." She carefully tugs on her companion's elbow, pulling them both in a stride toward the duo that had already spotted them. She nods in thanks at Odo as they pass.
Teryl sighs a breath of relief before matching Tanatari’s pace. He looks between his companion and the ongoing festivities, his cheeks taking a reddish hue.
“I’ve never seen so many people…” Teryl trails off as they approach the sailor and bondsman.
Valor enjoyed the wine precisely because of its roughness..
He shook himself a little from his reverie and shrugged. "Well, Brother Bretwald, if we pass this way on our way back, I would be happy to hear your tale. If you wish to keep your own counsel 'till then, that is your business, and I'll not push it."
Hotspur smiles, "Well my cousin may not push, but I will say this, if you do not share your secrets, at some point you risk some random but quite talented bard inventing a few for you and sharing them in song with your parishioners. Not me, of course, I would never do that."
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"Thank you so much for the offer, Bretwald" Replies Mizzen whilst giving him a smile. "But I'm still in recovery so I'm not allowed to drink until I've been told that it's safe to do so. I'll just sit back and enjoy the music and dancing before going to rest again. And fetch myself a glass of water instead."
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Valor nods politely to the priest. "Thank you for your offer, I will gladly have a bit of wine to take the edge off the road."
He looked at the party before they wandered off, "For you others, enjoy yourselves, but... remember we have a long road ahead of us." His meaningful look indicated that his words were meant mostly for Hotspur.
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Morseth looks to Bretwald "Would you happen to have a really strong alcoholic drink? Not for drinking, but for medicinal purposes"
Yessenia is pulled into the wheel of dancers and spins away the evening with the inhabitants of Axbridge.
Mizzen and Argyle take in the festivities until they wind down and everyone retires to rest.
Hotspur, Valor and Morseth retire to the sacristy at the side of the chapel and Bretwald pours them wooden cups of what seems to be a fairly rough sherry.
To Morseth he nods and heads to a small beech chest and opens it and retrieves a thick stoppered glass flask of golden liquid, " Thulish Mead. Strongest drink I know of."
After a few cups he fixes Valor with a look, " I hear you are headed north on family business, however if you are headed back this way before months end I may have a proposition for you and your troupe."
Morseth graciously takes the Thulish mead "Thank you" he stows it in his pack and stands back as they speak. Treating Sir Dayne with deference.
"Now, now Bretwald... I have a strict no-clergy rule in my dalliances," says Hotspur, chuckling.
Bretwald chuckled dryly, " I'm not sure a man of my advanced years would survive such an enterprise even if allowed by my vows."
Valor considers before answering. "We are headed to Maiden's Vale. We may be heading back this way after, if my cousin does not need us. But it may be some time. Nevertheless I would be happy hear this proposition you have. If there is some danger to the people here, I'm sure my father will want to know."
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Entering Axbridge in a hurry, a young man in brown leathers looks over his shoulder and says loudly to his companion, “Tana, we’re late!”
Noticing the older gentleman under the apple tree, Teryl hails him. “Master Odo! Has a company been through here recently? We are meaning to catch up with them.”
Thatch rubs down Nibby and makes sure the hinny has straw and feed in the small stable in the center of town. Ever mindful of Sir Dayne’s words, he sees Mother Clay to Odo’s house and sees that she has everything she needs. But once Mother Clay is settled, Thatch slips off to join the festivities and dancing, eyes and ears open for any news of the roads outside Axbridge.
Argyle eventually took in a bit of dancing himself, then set to whittling some nondescript shape outside the room the others had entered. He wasn't going to bed until Sir Valor gave the go-ahead; if he was security, he'd do the job properly.
It was then that he heard a familiar voice. "Stragglers?" he thought, curious as to who all were arriving.
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A young lady follows behind Teryl, in a much more leisurely stroll compared to his hurried movements.
"There's really no need to rush Teryl." She calls out, her voice carrying through the air despite being rather soft-spoken. "I'm sure everyone else is still here."
Strands of long white hair blow out behind her, falling from a loosely tied up bun adorned with golden beads. Slender fingers pull at the worn-looking cloak around her shoulders, drawing the fabric tighter around her slim frame. The lady steps up besides her companion, inclining her head politely towards the gentleman that Teryl was addressing.
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" Aye, me handsome. Dey gone drick wit priest. Here'n chapel an all. Jes kik through.", Odo muttered as he gestured vaguely in the chapels direction, seemingly enjoying the cider at his side.
As the two looked about they saw a couple of folks from Scardic, Mizzen the injured newcomer who had the look of a sailor and the bondsman Argyle who was looking in their direction. They also noted the Vaynes scribe and school mistress and one of the stableboys wheeling up a storm among the dancing villagers.
" Danger? No, no danger to the fine folk of Axbridge......its more of a personal interest...and somewhat of a sad tale on my part."
" But I'll leave the telling of it for when you return. Lets just say there should be enough coin in it to help a young lordling strike out on his own."
Valor enjoyed the wine precisely because of its roughness. He got along with his oldest brother, who would take over for his father. But his middle brother tended--in Valor's opinion at least--to be too enamored of luxury and the "pleasures of the flesh" for a priest. For fear of becoming his brother, Valor tended to lean more towards asceticism himself and, though he allowed himself the odd pleasure here and there, he always preferred function over form. The main reason he dressed well and maintained the appearance of his arms, was because it reflected on his father, rather than any desire for ostentation itself.
He shook himself a little from his reverie and shrugged. "Well, Brother Bretwald, if we pass this way on our way back, I would be happy to hear your tale. If you wish to keep your own counsel 'till then, that is your business, and I'll not push it."
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Tanatari nudges Teryl upon spotting the rest of their group, "It appears the others have been having quite the time without us." She gestures over to the dancing crowd, the edges of a smile curling on her lips.
"Best not keep them waiting any longer." She carefully tugs on her companion's elbow, pulling them both in a stride toward the duo that had already spotted them. She nods in thanks at Odo as they pass.
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Teryl sighs a breath of relief before matching Tanatari’s pace. He looks between his companion and the ongoing festivities, his cheeks taking a reddish hue.
“I’ve never seen so many people…” Teryl trails off as they approach the sailor and bondsman.
Hotspur smiles, "Well my cousin may not push, but I will say this, if you do not share your secrets, at some point you risk some random but quite talented bard inventing a few for you and sharing them in song with your parishioners. Not me, of course, I would never do that."