Extra Day Of Work...

Happen ICLY MONDAY DECEMBER 28TH, JUST NOW EDITED AND POSTED=

FV:Tavern

Outside a sign swings on a rusty creaking frame above the doorway of the tavern depicting a faded painting of what appears to be three rather rich looking skeletons slumped over a table around a black chalice, perhaps such a thing could be taken as a warning but it doesn't appear to work on the locals. The noise within on a normal day is usually heard before the door is even opened and only rises in volume when one actually steps inside.

There are the typical qualities of a tavern within, from the bar to the chairs and booths and the odd drunk who never seems to move it's the little details which encourage a patron to pay his tab if he likes his fingers. One look at some of the staff or customers might give the impression but the room is decorated to the fiercer tastes with bones, mostly skulls cropping up here and there to fill a gap on a shelf or decorating the walls above the doorways, fireplace and bar, a pair of axes joining the one over the fire with some signs that they've been yanked off to join in a fight a couple of times. Some of the comfier chairs are lined with fur and very rarely one might be found with a few pointed bits of bone to decorate the back. Despite the looks there is entertainment and fun to be had, some form of music usually played on a small stage in the corner and at least one bouncer usually tries to keep the peace while beasts gamble, drink and be merry.

A small door behind the bar leads out the back to the kitchen and cellars while one wall has been opened up in a wide arch to increase the space off into the next room where what seems to be a wooden fence with gates on either end has been set up as a fighting pit as further entertainment and something to bet over.

Exits: [UP] Stairs, [K]itchen, [F]ighting [P]it, [Out]

Cynthia is sweeping up and looks annoyed, like very annoyed in fact and snorts as she kicks a chair, and sadly the chair bumps into the table and a mug falls and breaks in 3-4 pieces.

Marek walks over “Ya best clean that up Ms. Mouse oh and it adds a couple more hours to your time, I shall let Mr. Scioto know”

Cynthia looks ready to slap the stoat in the face. She takes the broom and in her anger sweeps the handle across the table breaking 3 other mugs “WHAT!!” She screams at him, “A couple more hours I refuse!”

Marek remains calm as he stands there, “Your right, that’s a day extra. Mugs must be remade and replaced and where were you earlier, you get an hour not 2 hours of free time.”

Cynthia folds her arms over her chest “None ya business fuzzy face” Yeah she ditched the guard in the market place, but sadly he found her again and made her return some stolen coins from a vendor. He guard is beside her now and answers, ”She was in the market place and thought she could get away…well she failed and also pick pocketed a weasel, but the coins were returned” On yes the guard gets an angry look after that one. Does the guard seem to care? Nope.

Marek takes a deep calming breath and nods “Ok no free hour tomorrow and if you protest this I will tell Scioto of today and he has explained obey simple rules or be placed in a cell. You have a nice room and bed, 3 meals and a chance to have an hour of free time each day and you choose to mess that up. So now tomorrow’s hour is gone and you can have an hour a day once more after tomorrow. There will be no more trying to get out of the guard’s site either, is this all clear?” He has a tome that makes sure he is understood or else. “This is MY Tavern after all, and do clean up the glass now, thank you.”

Cynthia is just about to cuss when she thinks better of it. She sweeps the glass into a dust pan and throws it away and then cleans the table with a wet rag and dries the table before sitting down.

Marek watches and nods “Good work, now you did miss dinner time but I will be nice tonight” He leaves and returns with some veggie soup, buttered bread, a couple lemon scones and some water. “Here” He leaves the meal on the table and sits down across from her.

Cynthia looks surprised and nods”Umm..thanks” She eats slowly and sips her water. She is quiet and finishes the meal without a word. She then speaks “May I go on to bed please, I am tried”

Marek nods “Of course, it is past time for bedtime and I can let you start an hour later.”

Cynthia nods as she starts to the stairs and stops as she looks down”Umm..sir? Do you know if they found Kyran yet or not, or Caleb?..I..I mean he..well…I wouldn’t want to see an abbey beast hurt and the weather was fairly bad last night. Think Caleb is ok?”

Marek frowns “I do not know that answer so I cannot reply and feel the answer to be good, so I do not know as I have heard no news, good or bad news” He stands “I need to lock the tavern up for the night, good night Ms. Cynthia.”

Cynthia nods “Good night sir” and she heads to bed. The guard watching the door and yep the window is watched as well, not that it matters she is too tried and is soon asleep.

Marek locks the tavern up and heads to bed himself, he hmms”Zaram?”

Zaram nods “Yes zurr, what is it sir Marek?”

Marek replies “See if you can find something out about young Caleb, or that ray Kyran…also that Zee seems missing, find out about him as well.”

Zaram nods, “I will first thing tomorrow, anything else sir?”

Marek nods “Yes, invite Lilymoore to the tavern, if she is not able to come that is fine, I will write her a letter if she can’t come..good night Zaram”

“Good night zurr”