Passing Through

[Gunnar Voldemon]

Gunnar arrives at the Inn and moves to take a stool at the bar.

[Raetus]

Glancing across the corsair shoulder the wretch stares at Gunnar then reaching into the folds of his cloak he removes a small scrap of parchment. His grimy fingers carefully unroll the scroll revealing a carefully rendered picture of Gunnar. His eyes flick from scroll to figure then replaces the parchment. Lightly under his breath he whispers...

"Bloody hell, man's a fu... bear,"

[Fia]

Fia enters the taproom and scans the room. Upon seeing Gunnar, she approaches the bar and takes the stool next to him. "Hail friend Gunnar. How are things in your realm? Any adventures to be had?"

[Fia]

"My previous task did not take as long as planned. Do you still have time for that hunt we discussed?"

[Gunnar Voldemon]

Turning in his seat to face Fia he nods. "I am heading to hunt soon and am meeting with the other companions in a short while. With the forces offered by the others, it should not take long to aquire that which we seek." He says as he glances past Fia towards Raetus. Offering the other a nod.

[Fia]

"Excellent. I shall join you in the hunt room then. " Fia stands and heads to the hunt room.

[Raetus]

Jack looks a little innerved by the gangrel's attention but glancing back at the corsair who appears to have moved on to the drunkard he crosses to the gangrel. 

"Good evenin Lady and Gent,  names Jack and I was sent by Lord Raetus. Excuse my curiosity but are you the fella who goes by the name Gunnar?" 

[Raetus]

Jack opens his eyes after finishing his little speech just as the door closes on the hunt room door. Looking down at the note still in his hand he walks over to the private chamber door and slides the note under the door.

"Right well that's done now where the hell is the beggars cart."

Jack looks mournfully at the bar and turns to the door and leaves.

 

[Rule Hound]

The pirate raises his head and looks at the bent man.

Aye mate... look'n to be tak'n them up on the special is ye?

Nevr to late to be improvn ones skills and knowledge.

Or perhaps you be itch'n for a presnt Fer yer masters Sister. Be careful me. Boy. She could make quite the man out a ya.

Tisdale be down that hall there friend. Look Fer the window and the small man with glasses.

[Rule Hound]

With that he turns grabs 5 small mugs and a bottle from behind the bar.

I heard ye, ye scaly wag. I be comn.

He hobble with amazing dexterity over to a table on his peg leg. Hooks a chair over with it. Bites the cork and spits it into the fire. Sits down and starts chattn with some crusaders. And pours a round

[Raetus]

Jack pauses listening to the pirate and abandons the exit in favor of the beggars cart direction suggested to him. His form disappears into the dimly lite corridor and from the darkness you can hear the wretch sing...

"You shall have a fishy on a little dishy, you shall have a fishy when the boat comes in ...."

[Gunnar Voldemon]

Only a few steps behind Jack. "Messenger. We have need to speak with you. Rejoin us in the Hunt Room."

[Rule Hound]

The old sailor starts singing trying to get the Crusaders to join him


Dance to your Daddy, my little laddie
Dance to your Daddy, my little man
Thou shalt have a fish and thou shalt have a fin
Thou shalt have a codlin when the boat comes in
Thou shalt have haddock baked in a pan
Dance to your Daddy, my little man

Dance to your Daddy, my little laddie
Dance to your Daddy, my little man
When thou art a young boy, you must sing and play
Go along the shore and cast your shells away
Build yourself a castle, watch the tide roll in
Dance to your Daddy, my little man.

Dance to your Daddy, my little laddie
Dance to your Daddy, my little man
When thou art a young man, go unto the trades
Find yourself a skill, and wages you’ll be paid
Then with all your wages, buy yourself some land
Dance to your Daddy, my little man

Dance to your Daddy, my little laddie
Dance to your Daddy, my little man
When thou art a man and go to take a wife
Find yourself a lass and love her all your life
She shall be your wife and thou shalt be her man
Dance to your Daddy, my little man

Dance to your Daddy, my little laddie
Dance to your Daddy, my little man
When thou art an old man, father to a son
Sing to him the old songs, sing of all you've done
Pass along the old ways, then let his song begin
Dance to your Daddy, my little man

[Raetus]

Jack turns at hearing Gunnar's voice. He slinks from the darkness pausing in the common area to watch the pirate's song and dance. A smiles crosses the wretches mouth and "golden/tan set???" of teeth appear in his mouth. His eyes linger upon the song and deftly he drops a collection of copper coins on a table while grabbing the tankard under the patrons nose.

"Sorry friend you have song and dance you have no need for liquid courage right now." 

Taking a deep swig Jack enters the hunt room.