I'm in charge here.

[stratholmerogue]

[Anyone passing by the stables might notice a note tacked to one beam

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[avali_dawnblade]

[Walking by, Avali stops and spies the note, before peering around the wooden beam.]

Somehow I doubt you own this entire stable.
Not unless you became a Bronze Dragon overnight.

Not that I mind you laying claim to it, but I do need a place for my Charger to rest his hooves.

[stratholmerogue]

Nope. S'mine now.

[She flips to the next page, not looking up from the book.]

Ya charger can stay right in ya damn holy hammerspace fer all I care.

[avali_dawnblade]

[Avali calmly looks at the rogue, before giving a slight smile and nodding politely.]

As you wish, Forsaken.

[A moment later she lets forth a shrill whistle and her hulking beast of a horse comes trotting in, shaking its neck and snorting proudly.] Easy boy...Pay her no mind. [She reaches out to pat him on the nose, leading him to the stall just beside Celleste and begins removing the heavy armor protecting its head.]

[stratholmerogue]

[Watches the horse come in.

Hungrily.]

Forgot the stables are not actually functional and containing mounts!

[measurebystars]

If you can get around the stubborn sack of bones I call a mount, you can have the damn stables. And let me in on how you did it.

[stratholmerogue]

[Raises an eyebrow to her and motions to the stable] Y'think this run-down piece a' Elekk crap of a stable's fit fer a creature t'live in here? Even a damned skelet'l horse'll try to escape from this place, eh.

[measurebystars]

[Sidereal eyes the stables as well]

You've got a point there. The damn thing's hooves would rot off and it'd be running on stumps. Should still work just fine for voidwalkers, though. Especially ones who don't shut up about nobody understanding them.

[This last is apparently addressed more to said voidwalker than Celeste.]

[stratholmerogue]

[Looks at the voidwalker.]

It's a demon. Whassere to get?

[teethofneedles]

Hey, Lesty.

[Karis has leaned up against one of the support pillars.]

Nice stable. [Snicker]

[stratholmerogue]

Rissy.

[Grins at her and shuts her book. The title engraved on the front reads "Poisons and You: Because Fair Fights Are For Pussies"]

Thanks. I appropriated it m'self.

[teethofneedles]

[Eyes the book and laughs.]

Officially or just because? Oughta turn this into official Undercity territory.

[stratholmerogue]

Hmm. [Taps her chin thoughtfully, and watches a rat skitter across one of the rafters.]

I like that idea, I do.

[ingomar]

[Ing doesn't read any language familiar to the Horde, but nonetheless pokes her head in on the way to the church.]

... did ye pick th' place most likely tae be covered in crap then, lassie? Laddie? Ach, I kinnae tell nae difference with ye fallin' apart like tha'.

[stratholmerogue]

[Celleste glances up from her book to give the dwarf a death stare.]

...

[ingomar]

... 'cor, when ye sort look at a body like tha' it's like to freeze ye straight t' the soul, yer unnatural as hell itself only nae so warm.

[She stabs a finger back toward the note, realizing belatedly there are... quite a few dead people in here. Oh well.]

Dinnae s'pose ye could tell me what yer paper says? Kinna even tell th' language, ye've hung it s' high.

[stratholmerogue]

... I'm a "lassie", y'Alliance twit.

[Continues the stare.]

S'written in Common. Says this place's mine. An' fer dwarves, y'gotta pay. [Smirks.] An entrance fee. And, y'll be callin' me "Boss".

[a_bloodspeaker]

[passing by a bit later than Ing et al, also on his way to church.]

[acidly] Good, now all the uselessness can concentrate itself in one place.

[teethofneedles]

Yeah, at the Inn.

[a_bloodspeaker]

Brriiilliant rejoinder, Needlet. Craft that one specially for me?

[teethofneedles]

Nah, you get the mass production models.