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[Fenyremir]

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[Gloomberry]

((Terrific characterisation, Fen, I get a vivid sense of Fenyremir the person. Your dialogue is a real strength. Encore!))

[Aendra]

Aendra walks around Stormwind Park with Maern, her feline partner, after a hard day of jobs the townspeople had provided. After a moment, she kneels down, gently scritching her cat's ears.

"I could use an ale after today.. not that it's been hard to complete those child's tasks for the townspeople, but I do so hate putting up with them. What would you say to some catfish?"

She grins as Maern lets out a yowl of approval, making her way to her favorite tavern, the Pig and Whistle.

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Aendra raises an eyebrow as she notices Fenyremir just outside the tavern's doors. She watches for a moment, noticing the glint of the blade in his hand and the crazed look in his eye, glancing around before moving towards him, lowering her voice so that most cannot hear, her hand jutting out to grab at his wrist, attempting to still his dagger-fisted hand.

"What do you think you're doing?! Drawing your dagger, waving it around in public.. when we agreed to provide you with some protection, you agreed to keep a low profile! Waving that blade around and shouting in public is not a low profile, you're violating your contract! Keep quiet, for your own good, and for mine. If the guards get wind of this.. well, most of us won't be pleased that you've soiled the name of Thorns and Roses. I don't want to see something happen to a paying customer, whether by our hands or theirs."

[Fenyremir]

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[Gloomberry]

Gloomberry was already in a foul mood before arriving at Stormwind, and not being able to find the Pig And Whistle Inn only made it worse. A gate guard had recommended the inn to him as a reputable place to stay, but no doubt he received a commission for every customer he sent there. Still, Gloomberry had taken his advice for he was in no mood to spend the day searching for an inn, suffocating from the crowds pressing in on him, the noise, the smells. His head ached and his left ear twitched with irritation.

Bah, this was useless. He caught the eye of the first human to pass him.

"I seek the Pig and Whistle," Gloomberry grumbled in the common tongue, his voice thickly accented. "Do you know the way?"

The man brushed a dingy lock of chestnut hair from his eyes. There was something about his eyes that made Gloomberry nervous, but he was getting used to humans the more time he spent in Stormwind. Besides, he was taller than all of them.

"The Pig and Whistle is exactly where I left it, and it is exactly where you shall find it," the man said cryptically, fidgeting with his cloak clasp. "I dare say it is becoming as fashionable as Ithaca."

Gloomberry's headache was getting worse. Ithaca? This man made no sense. "Nevermind, I'll find it myself."

The man flashed him a blazing smile. "I like the cut of your jib, dear fellow! May you sail safely to Penelope, and live happily thereafter. But do beware of ghosts, they really have no shame and nag nag nag like a housewife. Oh, how they nag you!" Bowing with a graceful flourish, the chestnut-haired man spun and strided away, his cloak snapping stylishly.

Gloomberry suspected the man wasn't right in the head, but at least he was sensible enough to escape a grumpy Night Elf.

"The Pig and Whistle, y'say guvnr?" a small voiced piped from somewhere around Gloomberry's ankles. A small human child, dressed in cloth-sack and grimy from chimney ash, grinned up at him with alarmingly white teeth.

"Yes, I've been looking all day. The guard's directions are useless."

"I'll show ya the way, guvnr!" The small child skipped away at a surprisingly fast pace for his size, slipping through the crowd with ease. Gloomberry kept pace with his long strides, but scored scornful stares from other pedestrians he bumped and bashed through without apology.

"'Ere tis, guvnr!" the small child piped shrilly.

Indeed, there it was, the Pig and Whistle, and it didn't appear to be that bad of an establishment.

"Thank you," said Gloomberry as he entered the inn, not even aware the helpful child stood there with his hand out expecting a tip.

The inn was crowded, and Gloomberry made a beeline for the bartender. He noticed an elven woman ordering a drink, a hunter by the looks of her garb and demeanour. There was something familiar about her, he had an inkling he'd met her once before. But he was tired, grumpy, and wanted a quiet room to himself at once.

"I need a room, to myself, away from others. I am not to be disturbed." Gloomberry paid the bartender, not even aware he was missing a few silver from a pocket in his vest. He climbed the stairs to his room, no more than a cupboard really, but no matter. He didn't even make it to the bed, and slumped down on the dusty wooden floor instead.

Within moments he was asleep, the scent of perfume and the touch of her skin lingering in his senses ....

[Fenyremir]

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[Gloomberry]

(( AHAHAHA. *claps obnoxiously like a school-girl* I'VE CITED ANCIENT GREEK LYRIC POETRY THROUGH ANOTHER. I never thought I'd live to be honored in such a way. ))

((I was going to quote William Blake or Oscar Wilde, but Ithaca popped into my head. I got the distinct feeling someone was reading my mind ...))

[Fenyremir]

(( I will always love you, my gloomiest of berries. ))

[Gloomberry]

((Tinfoil hat, my friend. Just remember to remove it when you leave the house. I'm still explaining that one to the neighbours...))

[Fenyremir]

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