Letter #2 is taking more work

[capn_subala]

*Sits in the tavern, a goblet half-filled with red wine at one side, a fountain pen in hand, staring very intently at a piece of paper. There are very few words written on it. She has held the pen to the paper so long it has started to form a large inky circle around the nib, so she curses and puts the pen down and takes a swig from the goblet

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[boomerang_love]

::rushes into the tavern, with an armfull of sweets from the bakery. They were all the day old stuff that Watari said she could have...maybe...most of them.::

WHEW!

::Rushes to a nearby table to start eating them away from her boss's eyes so hopefully she can keep her whole paycheck this time::

[capn_subala]

*smiles when she sees Faylen rush in with the sweets* Damn, girl, you got quite a haul. What's the occasion?

[boomerang_love]

::looks towards the voice with a bun stuck in her mouth, hoping she wasn't in trouble::

O' 'ey 'uhala ::bites down and swallows:: I ain't used to ya soundin' like a grown up, I thought I was in trouble or something.

[capn_subala]

*mock horror* I sound like a grownup? Crap. There goes my whole reputation.

Why you afraid you're in trouble? What'd you do, scarper with the sweets?

[leaps_and_fits]

*also sitting in the tavern, with a lit cigar, scotch, and a book*

Hm.

*continues reading*

[capn_subala]

*starts a little, not having realized he was there. Peers to see what he is reading*

[sir_lightfellow]

*had just ordered a mug of ale from the bar when he sees her looking around*

Looking for someone?

[capn_subala]

Wha-? Ah, no. Just kinda seein' what's goin' on. *fiddles with the paper under her hands* I don't think we've met. I'm Subala.

[sir_lightfellow]

No, I don't believe we've had the opportunity until now. A pleasure to meet you, Subala. I'm Wyatt.

Not much usually happens here in the tavern, so if you're anticipating something exciting, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. But what do you have there? Are you writing something?

[capn_subala]

I'm writin' a letter. Sort of. Just kind of stuck on what to say.

[sirlepant]

*Lepant was sitting at the bar, but with that curse, he turns around.*

Is there something wrong?

[capn_subala]

I just mussed up my writin' paper. Can't make a letter look nice to save me.

Lepant, right? I 'member Eileen tellin' me you ran a shop. How's business.

[sirlepant]

I do. It's closed for this break right now, but business has been going well; the new season usually bring more business.

Do you want some help in writing that letter? I've written enough formal letters to know how to make one neatly.

[loudest_egan]

Bartender! I'm in a wonderful mood today, a round of drinks for anyone who's drinking in here!

[capn_subala]

*now THAT'S a proper distraction! Subala raises her glass to Egan* What's the occasion, Admiral?

[loudest_egan]

Well, I could use my daughter getting married for an excuse, but I've been using that one for the past...oh, three weeks or so. Nah, it's just a good day and I don't feel a day over sixty.

[capn_subala]

That's reason enough! Pull up a chair and help me procrastinate. Yer crew behavin'?