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Post by Gwyneth Eventine on Feb 17, 2015 10:48:17 GMT -8
There were few souls in the world outside of Gwyneth's own family that could have gotten away with the informality of calling her by an abbreviation of her given name; in truth, even most among her family would not bear the thought of such a thing, but inside a commoner locale with her brother, few strangers, and a man she had known for years, Gwyneth said nothing of it, as she often did when Bard was involved. The woman merely smiled and seated herself across the table from him where one of the mugs of tea had been set as she remembered her mother's lessons from years ago. One often had the luxury to pick and choose their battles; upholding status outside of a noble gathering was not one Gwyneth cared to engage in and she knew that in his own way, Bard was showing her more respect in his eyes than another of her kind could have by addressing her with all the titles of pomp and circumstance.
Aegis had found itself wrapped within the folds of her cloak once more before Gwyneth had been fully seated. She propped the crook near her against the hard ridge of the table that spanned the distance between herself and the one her attention was now solely focused on. Her smile wilted away to a softer expression of lingering sorrow for a moment before becoming neutral. "I am truly sorry about your parents. Southpeak will not be the same without them, but my family did what they could to insure they were laid to rest properly."
A pause ensued as Gwyneth took a moment to gingerly sip at the tea that had now cooled just enough to be of tolerable temperature. Despite the deep crimson of her own lips, no stain was left upon the mug as she set it back down on the table without a sound. The delay had given her some time to think matters over. Her goal had been clear when she arrived in Vertholt. She needed Bard to return to Southpeak. The tavern there was a central part of Southpeak's economy, but more importantly, it was historic. The townspeople would never be truly accepting of a new tavern and Bard couldn't be expected to give over the ownership of something of such value that his parents had left behind for him.
Alas, what had seemed simple to ask of him before, now was not. Wynne was in Vertholt and they had history, and if things went well, a future. Who was she to ask him away from so delicate a matter? It was a debate as natural to the flow of life as breathing. The good of one, or the good of many? Did she refrain from pulling Bard's attention from Wynne so that he would have more time with her, or did she ask him back to Southpeak in an effort to stabilize the floundering economy left in the wake of her father's last years?
It was Gwyneth's devotion to her hometown that won out in the end. Many people were depending upon her to revitalize the land. The task was one she had accepted gladly and she had pledged herself to it wholeheartedly. It was an oath reinforced in the time it took to do something as simple as taking a drink. Neither her gaze nor voice wavered as she continued in a smooth transition from drink to speech, as if a weighty decision had never crossed her mind.
"If you know of your parents passing on, then you must know that they left the tavern to you and all the responsibilities of ownership. It has far from burned down, fortunately. We've taken great strides to keep it the same way that your father left it, but it has been closed since then. Southpeak needs you, I need you, to come back and take your rightful role as owner."
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Post by Bard "Dual-Strike" Alrikson on Feb 17, 2015 11:13:17 GMT -8
Bard found himself relieved to know the Tavern was ok, but it made him gladder knowing Gwyn had seen to it that his parents were interred with the dignity they deserved. "Thank you, Gwyneth. You've no idea how hard it was knowing I couldn't be there." Bard didn't make many friends in his line of work, but he was glad the Lady of Southpeak was one of them. The fact that she was asking him to come home to Southpeak and take up management of the establishment wasn't surprising. In truth, he had wanted to return for months. A lack of funds had made the trip impossible, but if he went with Gwyneth, it would be cheap and easy. Wynne's return complicated things for him slightly. Before knowing Gwyn had come to take him back to Southpeak, he would have followed Wynne Fletcher wherever she decided to go. Now his heart was pulling him in two different directions.
On the one hand, he desperately wanted to go with Wynne. He never wanted to be apart from her again. The wild, savage part of him that lived for combat would have been happy with that, content to rejoin the Army and range at his lover's side.. That life was the life they'd had, the relationship they'd known, and going back to that meant going forth into a future he knew had only one certainty: one of them would die first. Maybe it'd be Bard. Maybe it would be Wynne. Maybe they'd die together. Seeing the way Wynne had looked at him when he'd come through the door had made one truth painfully clear.
If he went with Wynne, he would die, for sure, and he would put her through that pain again.
Gwyneth Eventine offered him an altogether different future. Bard could thrive in Southpeak, help it reclaim its former glory. He could create a good, stable future in Southpeak, and if Wynne still wanted to be a part of his life, it just meant she'd have to visit frequently. The important thing was that he would live in Southpeak, he would build a future. Living meant Wynne would never have to wonder if he was alive or dead, never worry about where he was or what he was doing. He could give her that peace of mind. "Southpeak..." he rumbled, sipping his tea before setting the cup down and removing a polished wooden pipe from a pouch on his belt. He packed it full of brownleaf and lit it, puffing idly and pointedly keeping the smoke away from Gwyn and the others. "I've wanted to return for a long time, Gwyn. If you can get me back to Southpeak, I'll do what I can to bring the Notched Axe back to life once more."
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Post by Kuerina Darkblaed on Feb 17, 2015 11:39:29 GMT -8
Her focus on cleaning slowed with each minute that ticked by, her eavesdropping becoming more apparent, if one were watching. Her hunch had been correct, that cheeky brute had a tavern of his own and never even told her. Hell, should could have even helped him get there. She had enough money stockpiled from her.. other job. If she wanted to, she could probably even buy a small home for herself and better clothes, but that would have tied her down to one single place. Her true profession couldn't allow her to. It'd cause too many questions and limit her reach.
If she hadn't have pledged her life to the ways of Qwevytul, then maybe her life would be different, but it wasn't.
Her focus returned to the members sitting before the table, ears perking when the lady in red posed her question. She fought to keep her tongue to herself. It wasn't her business, yet, to interfere. She would, however, find her way to this new place.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 17, 2015 12:26:39 GMT -8
Thing were already complicated, this only added to the pile regarding Bard's and Wynne's previous relationship. That was certain, and while it did tug at her heart-strings, she couldn't help but think rationally, now. It was another factor to consider, another problem on their list -- to be honest, she'd probably assume the cons outweighed the pros in this situation, as much as she disliked it. While it bothered her, she did her best to suppress it, knowing that, perhaps, Bard going to Southpeak was for the best. He'd be safe, he wouldn't be put in any death-warranted situation, and she'd know where to find him; that was, if she needed or wanted to search for him -- that was something she couldn't figure out yet, whether they'd continue where they left off, or if they'd part ways but remain friends. It was a sticky situation; confusing and heart-wrenching. And to think, earlier today, she thought him dead. Strange, how things work out. But, meeting him later would let her recollect her thoughts and reach a logical decision. In a way, that was fair... being reasonable.
Her eyes wandered, as per usual when she often listened, noticing something strange: one of the barmaids was prying into their business -- she almost didn't notice. It raised her curiosity, surely, but she found it quite peculiar. Brow raised as she drifted her gaze away, to reduce suspicion of noticing, Rae wondered if there was something between the tavern girl and Bard? Was that why he was so eager to return to Southpeak? To start a new life with her? It was unwise and foolish for her emotions to dwell on the stupid thought, but she obscured the subtle frown tugging at her lips with another swig of the tea. It was maybe something else to question, later. Or, being paranoid as usual made her think outlandish thoughts.
She predicted that this conversation wouldn't last much longer -- at least she hoped. Wynne could only wait.
Malavai brought the tea to his lips, gaze now glancing back and forth between Bard and Gwyn. While he didn't like Bard's informal ways, especially regarding his sister, he had a hunch that it was Bard's way of issuing respect -- hell, he did call him Lordling or whatever it was; that wasn't respectful at all, but mocking. Inaudibly snorting at the thought, he drank from the mug, unaware of Wynne's expression. He was focused on the discussion of business at the moment, and maybe he was a little concerned about the trip back to Southpeak for the two. There he was, thinking ahead. But, even with hired guards for escort, Malavai couldn't help but feel worried; Gwyn was his sister, after all. He was frequently bothered with concern for her. And there were so many factors to consider with travel. The lad was half-tempted to offer his service of escort then and there; but, reluctantly, he knew that if it were the case, he'd have to discuss it with Wynne, first.
Maybe. But, for now, he'd enjoy his tea and hone his ears in.
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Post by Gwyneth Eventine on Feb 17, 2015 23:14:06 GMT -8
"Wonderful," Gwyneth exclaimed. The exuberant reply to Bard's agreement was punctuated by a light clapping sound as she clasped her hands together in front of her chest with elbows even to the table's edge. A recently familiar taint of guilt etched itself across the relief and joy that had initially overcome Gwyneth. Her clear blue gaze transitioned momentarily from Bard to Wynne, but the latter displayed no overture to negative emotion so Gwyneth returned her focus to the former.
"Naturally you may consider the traveling expenses paid for as part of the offer," she said. "I will be leaving myself in two weeks time at the earliest as I have other business in the capitol. If that gives you enough time to conclude your own and gather your belongings, then you are free to venture out with me. If not, I will make other arrangements for your departure."
Gwyneth took a second sampling of tea for courtesy's sake before fluidly rising from her seat. It had not been her intent to leave the tavern so soon, but with Bard's affirmation and his pressing issues with Wynne, it simply made more sense to make herself available at a later point in time by taking her leave. Aegis returned to Gwyneth's back and the cloak to her shoulders in few smooth motions before she continued."
"You do not have to decide right away. You can forward any messages for me to the Towers of Anul." She turned to her brother and her trademark smile brightened her face. "Brother dearest, perhaps we can meet again later. I have several things I must tend to today." Once more her focus shifted, this time to Wynne. "My dear, it was a pleasure to meet you. I pray that Novalia blesses us all with a more favorable meeting in the future."
It showed great practice when Gwyneth managed to curtsey with the cumbersome staff pressed between spine and cloak, but Gwyneth did it nevertheless and with as much grace and poise as if she had been wearing an ornate gown in the middle of a ballroom. She lingered only long enough for reciprocation of farewells before sweeping out of the room with a light step. She had been blessed with good fortunate and company for the morning. It would not do to tempt fate by staying in the path of passion and tension.
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Post by Bard "Dual-Strike" Alrikson on Feb 18, 2015 8:15:17 GMT -8
Two weeks to get his affairs in order, that was more time than Bard needed. Living on the March, he'd grown accustomed to packing up and leaving in an hour's notice. It was easy for him to forget civilians weren't quite so urgent in their comings and goings. With a nod and a murmured goodbye, he saw Gwyneth out the door and bid her well, letting her know he'd be at the Dancing Hare until they were ready to depart. Closing the door behind her and shutting out the cold, Bard rubbed his hands over his arms to stave off the chill and started back towards the fireplace. He had a list forming in his head, things that needed to be done before he left. There were a umber of repair projects in The Hare that he'd been meaning to get to, though time kept on slipping from his grasp. Those would need to be finished, absolutely. He also wanted to bring in more game to stock the cellars. The Hare may not have been his in, but the old couple that ran it had been good to him, and they deserved his best back.
His eyes settled on Wynne, and immediately he realized he'd forgotten the biggest priority of all. They needed to talk. It jumped to the top of his list. He stopped next to Wynne and looked to Malavai. "You must be hungry after such a long journey. Malavai, why don't you go talk to Shae for a moment, see if we've got anything cooking." He sat back down in his chair and picked up his pipe, resuming his idle smoking as he tried to search for what to say next. Wynne seemed anxious to leave.
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Post by Kuerina Darkblaed on Feb 18, 2015 22:53:35 GMT -8
Once the noble lady exited the Dancing Hare, Kuerina returned to looking busy as she quickly wiped down a table before moving to gather plates and tips from vacated tables. She had to move quickly before the next rush came around. She didn't get too far, however, when she caught her moniker rolling off Bard's tongue.
Her body froze as her knuckles turned white from holding onto the plates so tightly. Now she had to deal with this man she insulted earlier. Her mask changed though, softening before turning towards the table of three. "Yeh called, Bard? Wut can i git yeh?"
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 19, 2015 17:30:52 GMT -8
Ah, so business was concluding. Wynne didn't want to appear discouraged or disheartened by the news, so if she could mask her face with the cup of tea lingering in her hand, she did so. Gwyn was truly generous, offering to cover the expenses of travel, as well as giving him more than enough time to conclude business in Vertholt; and even if that wasn't enough time, the Lady of the Phoenix would set arrangements for when he did leave. As much as she disliked the decision emotionally, Wynne felt that Bard was best left in Gwyn's care. With Rae's 'department' and line of business, there really wasn't much of a future that involved survival. That was painfully obvious.
She'd give Gwyn a soft, warm smile, muttering. "Thank you -- Do stay well and safe, Lady Eventine. And the pleasure was all mine." Her words didn't seem appropriate, didn't seem enough in regards for what Gwyn had done for her. She was truly a noble and kind spirit -- Wynne eventually would have to send her a gift of some sort as thanks; well, she felt it was adequate to do more -- even though she knew that Gwyn would likely refuse. She watched as she left, dipping her head in a nod as Gwyn's curtseyed, before noticing it was just Bard, Malavai and her, now.
Malavai went to stand, as if to go and hug his sister goodbye, but she was clearly busy. She did state as such. And, if she had matters to attend to, they were important -- Malavai assumed she was off to either the order or somewhere in the kingdom where she could do what she loved best: helping people. "Farewell, my beloved sister. We'll meet later, before you leave to return to Southpeak. Best of wishes and luck today." He offered a genuine, kind smile as if to match Gwyn's own. Even in their time apart, to have met for such a short time, Malavai was grateful and, well, happy that they found some time to see one another. He missed his family, more than words could ever say. Still standing, rather awkwardly, Malavai bowed quickly as his sister dipped into a curtsey, sapphire eyes trailing her as she left. Sitting back down, he glanced over at Wynne, who seemed rather... anxious. Did she feel uncomfortable? But, Bard sat back down with the two and asked if he wanted some grub. He wasn't particularly hungry at the moment, so his eyes found themselves wandering over to Wynne, more for any signal or hint of wanting to exit. "Actually, we've been here for about a few weeks. I was originally writing Gwyn from Vertholt." Maybe this was news to Bard, considering he waited, day in and day out, to see if Rae would come to Vertholt? Though, there were other ways to enter the city. As Bard mentioned this 'Shae', he pivoted on his chair to glance at this woman, the same who had the nerve to try and kick him out. But, he'd retain some shred of respect, hands gesturing as he spoke. "No-no, I'm quite all right. Thank you for the offer, though." His eyes flickered back to Wynne, whose lips parted as if to speak.
She couldn't have the discussion here, not at the moment. Time was necessary. She only watched patiently as the conversation progressed, merely waiting for a time to state her thoughts. "Bard, I can't have this talk right now... not yet." One arm trailed down her side to the pocket of her pants, briefly touching the corner of a letter. "I'd like to read those first," her gaze wandering to Malavai, the Commander of the Claws stood, adorning her warm coat. She had everything in her possession, and she felt it was best to leave. She saw till business was concluded, she did her part, sort of; despite the bumpy rocks and situation. As Malavai mirrored her movements to ascend and stand, Wynne would murmur to Bard, an earshot of a whisper. "Nine Crossroads Inn. Room 21 -- Come find me or write." If he didn't feel comfortable of meeting in her quarters, she offered the option for him to pick and choose a place; he just had to send a letter. Moving in a circular motion just around Bard, she'd briefly cast a glance at the barmaid Shae, but it wasn't one of ill-intent. It was a blank look, though she was puzzled as to why their discussion was so important and vital for her to listen and hone in on. However, it was something she could ask or dwell on at a later date. It didn't matter if Bard went to see her and Malavai to the door or not. She wouldn't utter a goodbye or thank you -- it wasn't the last time they'd meet, she made that specifically clear. Well, she hoped Bard would muster the courage to reconvene, to reunite with her in privacy. Malavai did, however, bid both Shae and Bard a respectful farewell.
And so the two would shuffle out of the Dancing Hare, as shuffled as shufflers could be. Or something like that. Malavai had a concerned look upon his visage but didn't say much. Together they walked in silence, clinging to what little warm their coats and clothes gave them -- winter's touch was certainly harsh.
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Post by Bard "Dual-Strike" Alrikson on Feb 19, 2015 19:19:22 GMT -8
And just like that, Bard was alone again, with Shae, in the bar. Business resumed, people went back to their games and their drink and their food. It was almost like that fated meeting had never happened, except for Bard, who sat there puffing his pipe with a small smile on his face. He knew of the Inn Wynne had referred to, in fact it was one of the few he wasn't strictly barred from, which was nice. Even if she was planning on killing him there, in private, so she wouldn't have a mess to clean up, that was still better than her just disappearing. Then there was the look Wynne had tossed at Shae as she left. He'd picked up on it, of course. A man doesn't get as close to a woman as he and Wynne without learning to pick up on certain things. With a frown, he turned his attention to the Bar Maid. "And just what was so damn enticing about that conversation that you needed to hover about listening to every word?" His voice was a gruff growl, and if he wasn't angry, he was definitely not pleased with her spying. "I don't need nosy barmaids in Southpeak. If you're coming with me, you'd better learn to respect the customers' privacy." Of course she was coming with him, why wouldn't she? As far as Bard was concerned, she was every bit as homeless and impoverished as he was. The only reason that the owner of the inn had taken her on was because Bard had asked. Rising from his seat, he headed towards the door, intent on finishing his pipe of brownleaf outside, cold or no cold.
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Post by Kuerina Darkblaed on Feb 19, 2015 23:26:53 GMT -8
Kuerina's thin frame relaxed as Malavai politely declined her service. It was odd that the man didn't react like the others she treated rudely, almost unnerving and caused a slight expression of surprise to rise upon her face. That surprise was quickly killed with her normal deadpan mask, crimson-hued eyes watching as both the man and woman took their leave, her eyes locking onto Wynne's own as the Banshee glanced her way. That too left the girl slightly uneasy.
Once the two latched the door behind them, Kuerina stared at the door a few seconds longer before being snapped back into reality, startling and clutching the dishes to her person tightly as Bard spoke to her.
Her gaze dropped to the filthy plates in her arms, actual guilt written all over her. It was odd that she even felt guilty for something she actually used for a living. Maybe because she was caught for the action. Either way, she mumbled an apology before heading back to the kitchen to actually work and clean. It was when she was drying off the last of dishes when realization dawned on her. Bard was indeed taking her to Southpeak.
A genuine smile stretched across her face as she untied her apron and tossed it onto the hook by the back door. It was time for Kuerina to prepare for her primary job and the cold wouldn't keep her from it.
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