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Yrwin was drooling, dreaming about something unknown. It appears the kithkin doesn't only stress eat, but has narcoleptic tendencies too. As Willies elbow hits his ribcage he wakes with an astounding "GUUYYYYHG" When he regains control of his air flow he nearly jumps at the bars like a monkey in a zoo. "SHE'S RIGHT, WE ARE INNOCENT. Mr. you gotta help us out, Darnic, who is this guy?" It is clear that Yrwin doesn't seem to see through Archy's haphazard disguise. 

 “Woah. Calm down, Yrwin. He’s a... friend. You don’t know him. Don’t worry about it.” Darnic eyes signal for a shush.

Yrwin looks at Willie with a smile. "Can we go get some food to make up for all the meals we've missed?" On the way out he claps Archy on his shoulder and says. "Thank you stranger, I will cook you the most delicious of feasts if you can get us through this." 

"Alright, let's go get lunch. Let's head to the Broken Anvil." Archy suggests giving Darnic a meaningful glance.

"..." The Changeling stares at Willie but eventually nods.

Once everyone is out, Archy and Darnic exchange notes, very quietly, and decide to head to the Broken Anvil Inn. Archy, you have a vague recollection about this place as you think about it. It belongs to another House Ghallanda member, a very, very distant great aunt with whom you are not well acquainted. You lead everyone to Mason's Tower where you find the tavern and inn carved into the wall of the tower. It's small and quaint and features the Ghallanda crest above the entrance.

Inside, you find the place is particularly hopping. Every table seems full. Before Yrwin can start walking out as no table = no meal, an older, kithkin woman rushes up to you. The kithkin in the group are able to recall her name is Eranna. She frets as she looks from the cuzkin to Darnic and back, all the while verbalizing, "Oh stars, oh no, oh my..."

“Well, good evening to you as well, miss. What exactly has you in such a tizzy?”

"Oh, stars!" Eranna is startled by your voice, Darnic. "Well, you see, uh," she looks to the cuzkin and back to you, "m'lady has been waiting all day for you, oh, I didn't think it'd be your side of the clan," she looks directly at Willie. "It's no trouble, just, m'lady is quite... displeased. You best make a good impression on her. Would you care to follow me to the private booth?"

Darnic looks to the kithkin at his side, “Uh... sure?”

Archy follows the hostess in debating whether or not to mention that he hadn't had breakfast. He refrains for now.

Yrwin follows close behind the cuzkin.

"Private booth? Does that meam complimentary fingerfoods? We skipped second breakfast you see, it was horrible..." 

A cold wind goes through the cuzkin as he remembers the mornings travesties. 

Darnic makes a mental note of Kithkin eating rituals. He is learning far too much about that topic lately.

Eranna wrings her hands and nods at Yrwin, "O-Of course, love, yes." She smiles, though the edges of her lips falter. She leads you all to a secluded table near the back of the room. She says aloud, "My lady, your guests have a-arrived."

The human female in the dark blue cloak has delicate features, dark blue eyes, and sleek black hair bound with silver and turquoise ornaments. She wears a signet ring of House Cannith on her right ring finger and speaks in a soft but clear voice. “Thank you for coming. We have important business to discuss that relates to the unfortunate death of Bonal Geldem. Please, sit down.”

Darnic will sit with arms crossed, “It would seem so. It was certainly one way to be welcomed back. You likely know more about us than we you, but,” Darnic will extend a hand to shake, “Darnic’Yshgar, House Tharashk.” The more observant of the group may notice that his arm is still bandaged despite a lack of blood.

Yrwin scans the stall for any traces of food (Investigation: 10) and introduces himself half distracted by the search. "Uh.. Yrwin Bigheart of House Ghallanda" He stretches an arm into the air in front of him without looking and ends up knocking over a candle. "Whoopie, sorry about that. Do you have any food to spare? I get so absentminded without a proper meal in my tummy." He slaps himself once on the gut. It seems that Yrwin is completely ignoring the fact that she mentioned the murder. 

Archy removes his disguise surreptitiously. He'd hate to be recognized for the wrong reasons on top of being associated with a murder. He slips into the booth without introducing himself, and wonders how much she already knows. 

The lady calls out, "Miss Eranna, could you fetch some biscuits for us? Your kin seems a bit famished." You hear Eranna grunt an acknowledgment and hastily brings a basket of fresh biscuits with a cup of smooth butter to the table. She sets out utensils in front of you with care. She fidgets and, to the Ghallanda kithkin, nearly messes up the placement of the forks as she brought out what seems to be her fanciest silverware. 

All the while, this Cannith woman is watching you with playful eyes. She gestures to three pitchers and enough glasses for each of you. A simple sniff reveals water, ale, and wine each. Once it seems you have settled in, she begins, "My name is Elaydren d’Vown of House Cannith. I have been working with Provost Geldem to recover a family heirloom,” Lady Elaydren explains. “We were to meet last night, but as you know, he never made it. I had heard from one of Watch what transpired and tried to reach you. Of course, it would seem my men handled things a bit more... aloofly than I would have liked. As a result, it would appear the Watch had arrested you for murder. Does that sound about right?"

Yrwin grabs 5 or 6 and the butter knife. Smearing over half an inch of butter to the very edge of the biscuit he peers at their hostess with a look of sincere gratitude. "We are innocent, someone else did it!" , he blurts out before shoving an entire biscuit into his mouth. 

“Yes, Ms. d’Vown, your information is accurate. However, I presume you brought us here for more than just background information, correct?”

Archy casually stuffs a pair of rolls in his pockets and a third in his mouth without breaking his gaze, watching the women with ever increasing suspicion.

Willie extends a small hand. "Wilhelmina Kindheart, pleased to meet you." She doesn't really trust this human lady, but manners are manners and it's important to be polite. 

"Thank you for sharing your hearth and home." she says formally.

She primly butters a scone and begins to eat it, while looking carefully at Yrwin to make sure he doesn't choke himself. The poor man is half starved. She gently pours him tea in a matronly manner.

"What you said is just about right. We were quite rudely treated, I may add. A man's home was disrespected."

Yrwin nods at Wilhelmina as thanks for pouring the tea and shoots in a "Ish twroo, t'wash dishresheshpectd!" , his words muffled by the amount of food currently in his mouth. He points his knife, with a lump of butter on at the human lady to underline the word disrespected. He has butter in the left corner of his mouth, but wipes it off with the sleeve of his shirt.