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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 11:10 am
Farrin nearly feel from her seat as Zale’s scaly hand brushed against her hair to remove a piece of kelp. Closing her eyes for a moment, perhaps picturing herself talking with a human rather than a merbest to help her relax, she sighed. “Considering I have nothing else to barter with, and I do not wish to catch my death in these damp clothes, I did toy with the idea of using myself as a way to get what I needed.” Farrin answered, opening her eyes just in time to catch his own staring back at her.
She cleared her throat a little to cast off the awkward feeling that was creeping back. “If you must know, my name is Farrin. But if you wish you may call me a wench or maid, merbeast.”
Her eyes grew wide as the sharp teeth in his mouth were reviled from his smile. Perhaps good for ripping the flesh off humans? No… she had never heard a story like that before, now her imagination was getting away from her. Then again it seems his was too. Would any ship really take a woman and a merbeast together? Then again would any ship take her alone? Her lips pursed as if in irritation as she rolled his proposition over a few times. It was getting harder for her to even find ships to temporarily take her and with out a blade at her side Farrin knew defending herself would be near impossible. But should she trust a merbeast?
“I think, Zale, that you have yourself a travel companion.” She answered, surprising even herself just a little. “But try anything funny with me and I will personally see that blade of yours into your body.” The threat probably sounded a little empty as Farrin was obviously not physically strong, not enough to wrestle a sword from a full grown male, but she worked on the idea to never challenge someone crazier than you. Crazy people didn’t know when to give up, even when fighting someone well trained in their art, and Farrin could be pretty crazy when it came to self preservation.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 4:33 am
Lillian stepped out from behind the door, that led from the main kitchen onto the working floor of the GC, and made her way behind a bar, happy to be away from the annoying chatter of Mr. Smedley and Mrs. Annie Wells squabbling. She noticed a few used mugs, needing a clean down, laying astray on the bar top. She grabbed a rag from her tied apron and began to clean the insides of its remnants of rum, wondering curiously what else the day might have in store for her.
After cleaning the mugs and wiping down the bar top, making it look more presentable, she began to resort the liqueur behind the bar, to see if anything had been taken or misplaced.
It was a slow lazy kind of day at the GC and only a couple of shadowy figures were sitting around silently drinking away at their grog. Honest fisherman of the port. None of them threats. Lillian scanned the room to see if she forgot any sort of glance or nod which would notify that a customer needed something.
She wiped her hands of the grease onto her apron and leaned against the pipe stove behind the bar to take a rest when she saw no signs of anyone needing anything.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 4:48 am
Isabel walked into the tavern more than happy to that her brother was not with her. She would be able to drink what she wanted without him pulling her mug away. Sure she would get drunk and find herself in trouble, but that was all part of the fun.
She took a seat at the table and knocked her fist on the old wooden surface. "A brandy, most potent you got." Isabel loved her hard drinks. Defiantly not a delicate flower in need of pruning. She knew her way around a pub and tavern, that was for sure.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:02 am
Lillian noticed the new customer enter and returned to a standing position from her leaning one, dusting off the back of her skirt of any soot that might have clung to her back end.
She nodded at the womans request and quickly bent down behind the bar to dig out the strongest brandy that she knew of. She grabbed a clean glass and filled it about a quarter way of Black Dragons's scab Brandy and placed both the bottle and glass on a circular wooden board that was stained from its heavy use. She then made her way over to the girl, stepping quickly across the floor, avoiding any dark spot on the wooden planks that might be slick and cause an accident.
Once standing in front of the girl from the other side of the table she sat the board down and placed the glass in front of her and the bottle adjacent.
"That'll be 5 shillings's for the one drink, and 35 if you decide to down the whole bottle." Lillian said, glad she remembered the prices that Mrs. Anne was trying to drill into her head the week before.
"Could I interest you in a bowl of beef stew with bread or some dried crackers to go with your brandy? Its the meal of the day." She asked, sounding hopeful, trying to remember not to stumble over the standard speech.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:07 am
Isabel did the obvious. She grabbed up the cup and brought it to her lips and drank it down all at once, and then let a smack of her lips. "Aye, just one more will do." She looked down to a bag at her feet that seemed to wriggling around. She leaned and opened it, and immediatly four serpernts came slithering up to her lap and then on to the table.
One by one they started to walk around, not to far away, but they were sniffing, they smelt meat. "I do believe they'll have some stew." She reached her hand out to the purple serpentine and started to scratch its head, and it started to make a high pitched purr.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:23 am
"Coming right up," Lillian said, filling the lass' glass once more a quarter of the way with Dragon Scab. She was slightly nervous though with the serpentine like creatures about on the table and she felt her palms begin to sweat a bit. Before she dropped the bottle from perspiration while pouring, she placed it back down on the service board, quickly collecting the piece of stained wood, to begin making her way to the back kitchen to fetch the woman some stew.
When she had arrived in the back she forgot how many orders the lass had ordered for so she prepared one large one in a bowl, the size of a head, and made her way back out onto the floor. The sight of the creatures once again put her at an unease and she almost stumbled, splashing a bit of the stew onto the board she held.
'Thank god it didn't fall completely,' she thought steadying herself and traveling the rest of the way. She knew that if she would have made a mess she would have to clean it right after serving the woman.
She placed the bowl quickly before the woman and her snake like reptiles, then stepped away, a trickle of sweat slipping down the side of her cheek down into the collar of her dress. She held the serving board at her front and awaited the customer's approval of the stew.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:42 am
Isabel looked at the stew before her. It looked dreadful to her, but her little dragons didn't seem to mind. They had all circled the bowl and were lapping up the liquid and chewing on the floating meat and bones. Isabel was a bit on the odd side though. Even though she sat in a bare, and ordered her self around like one of the men. All she was thinking about was her next bath. She knew she had to be completly covered, head to toe in nastiness.
"Say, do you know where one could get a nice... suitable bath for a lady?" She held her empty glass towards the bottle, signaling she wanted some more. While her brother was away she was going to drink, she trusted her liquors, but this food that she was served was a completly different story. She never ate at a pub or tavern. Only in a descent resteraunt, or in a civilized persons home.
Her "good luck" dragon often allowed for people to offer welcoming arms to their homes. Sure it was a dirty trick, but one has to live somehow. But it wasn't complete falsehood. For all she knew the dragon was lucky. She hadnt noticed the dragon doing anything special.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:52 am
"Theres a room open tonight that we could put you up in for only 15 shillings, though for 30 more you could get yourself a room with a private bath, supplied with hand filled warm water." She said filling up the lass's bottle once more, noting the bottle was only half full and the tab was now 15 shillings already. She decided to leave off the stew from the tab seeing as only the creatures partook in eating it.
She saw a raise of a mug from the other side of the room, and decided it was time to wait on another customer for a little.
"Pardon me, I'll leave you to your decision making while I go take care of this other customer." She gathers up the platter and makes her way to the thirsty drunk. She quickly supplies the stranger another ale and returns to the table with the young girl soon after.
"Not to rush you, but have you decided yet Miss?" She pondered if the upstairs rooms have been prepared yet.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:56 am
"Well I dont think this establishment looks to bad here. But I would prefer an Inn of some such. An Inn of a much higher quality." She caught a glimpse of a man looking her up and down, so she raised her voice so he would be able ot hear. "I dont take a likin' to dirty fat middle aged men."
She rand a hand through hair and flung it in the mans direction and snuck him a wicked wink. "but I suppose I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Show me the private stay." She looked down to her dragons who started to enter into there satchel. Once housed away, she lifted it up and draped it over her shoulders. "A great treasure they are, but the upkeep is killer." As she spoke a low growl left the bag, and she slapped her had against it. "Now hush you!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:28 am
"Right this way ma'am." She turned towards the stair case, glancing around to see if there was anyone needing anything else before she disappeared from the tavern. She led the guest up the creaky old narrow stair case into a dim lighted hallway. Lillian reached the 'Suite' and took out a skeleton key from her apron pocket. She walked in the room, taking in the fact that the room had been tidied earlier and everything was in order, other than the pails of water awaiting the bath were no longer warm.
"There's a key on the side table for your personal use. We ask that you leave it there when you've finished with the room. Whenever you feel like taking a bath just call on me and I'll provide you with warm water. If there will be anything else you'd need, also, just ask me. I'll be down at the bar." She seemed kind of stiff in her walking through of the room. The fact that the girl thought ill of the establishment that Lillian worked at was eating away at her congenial attitude on a subconscious level.
She gave the girl a moment to look around and get her barrings of the medium 5 by 8 room, filled with just a queen sized bed with sun stained blue sheets, an old cherry dresser that held a small candelabra, and the tin bath in the far middle of the room down in a stepped floor level. There were two clean towels hanging on the edge of the tub and on a small metal rack sticking off the side of the tub was a small bar of soap. Behind the bath was a small square shaped window that looked out into the dusky sky with drapes that were supposed to match the bed spread, yet seemed lighter in color.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:38 am
Isabel turned to Lillian. "This will do. I would like some water prepared when ever you get the chance. I would prefer you do it yourself, I am not one to take a liking to strange people appearing in my room. Ill toss you a couple extra shillings in it for you." She drop her bag on the bed, and the four little lizards slithered out of it.
She sat down on the bed, pleased that it was made, and not a lot of dust filled the air from the mattress. She wasn't happy with the room, but it would due to her liking. He reached in her bag and pulled out a sheet of yellow parchment, a plume, and a small bottle of ink. Once she finished bathing she would send a letter to her brother.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 7:00 am
"Yes ma'am" She said, gathering the tin pails after dumping the cold water down the drain. She smiled and curtsied after leaving the room to return to the kitchen to fetch the warm water. Going down stairs with empty pails of course was easier than traveling in the opposite direction with pails filled with steaming water.
She had spilled only a little bit when initially starting out up the stairs, but she took her time walking down the hallway to reach the door behind which the guest was staying. She set one of the pails down and rapped lightly on the door with her right hand, picking the bucket back up to await the girl to open the door at her leisure.
Once open she slipped in, making her way to the bath, careful not to drop a bit of the warm water. Then one after the other she poured them in, the room becoming slightly humid from the steamy water. A pale dancing screen raised from the steel grey tin bath. She took one of the towels and laid it across the bath to use to keep some of the steam from escaping and then from her pocket she pulled forth a bottle of lavender oil. Dropping in a couple of drops she then turned to face the woman.
"All ready. Is there anything else you'll be needing before I return to my other duties ma'am?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 7:21 am
It had been several hours since Isabel had taken her bath. Now her water was cooling down, with a blue dragon swimming around with in it. Scylla was all about the water, like a beast of the waves.
Around the room the three other dragons were doing there own thing. The purple one had found a place under the bed to sleep, while her red brother hid beneath. The green dragon was laying on Isabel's chest as she was laying on the bed, petting its head.
Ladon perked his head up, when he heard some scratching. He knew right away that it was not from one of the other three that he shared his satchel housing with, but it was different. The green lizard hissed, which alerted the blue one who scampered, with a thud to the ground with a most unsatisfying trip. But she was on the ground and she scampered over to the two under the bed, as if to lure them out of hiding.
Isabel thought she saw something dart across the room. She leaped up, knocking Ladon to her lap. "What was that!" She put her hand on ladon's head again. Ladon hissed as the blurr ran under the bed. The other three dragons darted out from under the mattress, there tails smacking a vase to the floor with a loud bang, and glass scattered the floor.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 7:29 am
Lillian heard the commotion from her room, it being right below the guest quarters. She slipped from her bed quickly already wearing her nightgown all she had to do was toss on her light green chemise to be presentable. She then lit a candle and quickly made her way through the darkened tavern.
The air itself seemed frozen and there was an eerie feeling about as she flashed down the hall to where the sound was originating.. She knocked on the door and talked through the crack. "Is everything alright in there?" She was becoming afraid of waking up the other guests.
She waited for any kind of yell or response before grabbing her skeleton key to open the door.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 7:38 am
The door swung opened, a very frightened Isabel nearly tackled Lillian as she made her way out of the room. "What the bloody 'ell is in there!" She didn't care about anyone else in the building, or the street for that matter.
A black blur ran across the room, and then Typhon, the red dragon, ran to Isabel's side and crawled spiraling up her leg and into her arms. He looked just as frightened as she was.
The blue and green dragon seemed to have taken a more offensive approach, but the purple one couldn't be seen. She was being lazy some where, none-the-less. "I didn't pay for no snakes, or rats, or what teh 'ell is in there. Take care ef it. now!"
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