OPEN TAVERN: Fredas, 30th of Evening Star. 4E 202

[jaigalaar]

It's early evening in Windhelm, and the clouds obscure most of the moons. The wind carries dust and snow and the voices of citizens just heading out for a drink after dinner

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[darth_eldritch]

"Knife throwing? Ice-spikes? Depends on who the target is." Sage comments.

"Hey," Sage as he eats cheese and bread. He has a sly look. "Have the either of you two come across Rollf Stone-fist who wanders outside at night, being an obnoxious N'wah that he is?"

[jaigalaar]

"I suppose it would be better than drunken attempts at levitation." Ashana draws the silver dagger and carefully cuts off a few slices of bread and cheese.

"That S'wit? Yes. Seemed more talk than threat. I could probably find a couple bottles of flin. Might take some time to get them here, though."

Her stomach growls, and she eats a couple slices of bread then reaches up to massage her neck. "I'm getting too old for scouting from trees."

[darth_eldritch]

Sage notes the care with which Ashana cuts with her knife. Finesse, he notes. Finesse and control.

"I was thinking of having some fun with the fetcher. Good enough, flin is worth the wait."

"All of this work does take its toll on the body," Sage comments.

[darth_eldritch]

"Hah!" Sage says to Ram Head. "Get him on one of his tirades and he's easy pickings!"

"I was thinking... I go out there and challenge him into another fistfight. And when he is down, we'll pour ale down his gullet and arrange for him to wake the next morning, found by the guard in the stables, passed out, wearing lady lingerie, his arm around one of Farmer Hlaluu's goats. Both if them sleeping very contentedly."

[darth_eldritch]

"Heh heh!" Sage rubs his hands. "Excellent! Ashana, you with us? The fool will never live this one down!"

[jaigalaar]

"I'll find some...clothing."

[darth_eldritch]

"Great!" Sage answers to Ashana.

"Ambarys, a few bottles of cheap ale," a few coins. "And we'll have to get the goat later... Hm, Stone-fist should be making his rounds now."

[jaigalaar]

"I'll go see what clothing I have. Got a room over at Candlehearth, so it shouldn't take long. Meet you both here in a few minutes?" Ashana stands up and stretches. "We'll have to find a particularly ugly goat."

[darth_eldritch]

"It's a plan!"

"A particularly ugly goat, hmmm..."

[jaigalaar]

It's about half an hour before Ashana gets back to the Cornerclub with a satchel in one hand. She seems refreshed, and the traces of dirt have been wiped off her face, making the tattoos extending from the corners of her eyes more visible.

She sits back down at the counter, sets the satchel next to a loaf of bread, then pulls out a quill, paper and ink and begins to write.

It's easier to relax now. No hunger, another bottle of mead, and some work that shouldn't prove too dangerous. And the next contract should come soon as well. It's almost comfortable, here in this filthy hate-filled city with its murders and dirt and cold.

[darth_eldritch]

Sage notices Ashana returning, but does not interupt her as she sits and writes. Instead, he discusses getting a goat with Ram Head.

He senses that Ashana needs to be left alone with her thoughts for a few minutes.

[darth_eldritch]

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