Gah! Why do barfights always seem to happen when Blisa's at the tavern???
Ferreavle Tavern (yes, again...I was getting kind of bored in Blisa's house).
Toran, a fox. Tweeds, another fox. Blisa the cat and Ferdinand the ferret.
Compared to the outdoors, which are gloomy, cold and painful due to all the pelting snow, the inside of the tavern is quite warm and cozy, which is mostly why the tables and bar are full of rowdy vermin baying for a drink. One of said vermin is Tweeds who has managed to squeeze himself between two rather large rat brothers, Hamish and Frund. Their table is situated near the door, where the two rat brothers have a good view of any new comers.
Into the tavern walks a newcomer; an arctic fox armed with twin daggers, though his gait is not one that is hostile. The fox simply walks over to the bar and orders an ale.
The fox is quickly followed by another newcomer, a small white kitten, who's almost old enough to be called a cat, with green eyes, who is running full tilt. She has just reached the bar when a very frazzled-looking ferret guard comes walking in. He frowns deeply and rapidly crosses the tavern to the cat's side and starts whispering sternly to her.
Hamish and Frund take quite an interesting in watching the newcomers and for a moment, their attention is pulled to the bar as they watch the fox. Tweeds takes full advantage of their being distracted and starts to sneak his paw towards Hamish's ale. However, when the door swings open again to admit the kitten, Hamish catches sight of Tweeds's ploys, just as the fox's paw settles around his tankard. He growls and clouts Tweeds over the head, muttering, "Get your own ale!" Tweeds, being as small as he is, falls back off the bench and lands sprawled on the floor. He gets up resentfully and brushes himself off, saying, "Fine! I will!" He starts to move towards the rather crowed bar, a rather sour scowl having settled on his face.
Toran turns around in his seat at the sound of somebeast hitting the floor, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Tweeds. Shrugging, he turns back around and takes a swig of ale, simply enjoying his 'alone' time for the moment after having been through hellgates and back recently.
Blisa sighs and nods to her bodyguard. She then smiles and puts a finger to her lips, then suddenly 'appears' right beside the white fox, chirruping, "Good day." Ferdinand sighs and scoots to the other side of her, his paw on his sabre hilt as he watches the uneasy crowd in the tavern. Maybe they should've stayed home...
Tweeds saunters up to the bar and elbows his way to a place where he can order, which is about a seat down from the jolly group of three that are Ferdinand, Blisa and Toran. He hadn't really noticed the white fox watching him, feeling too injured in his pride to meet anyone's eyes. He pounds on the table top of the bar, saying in a voice that is none to quiet, "SERVICE!" his yell doesn't make much of a dent in the lull of conversations going on around the tavern, but the ferret who is seated next to Tweeds glares at him, "Hush up! I'm already half deaf without you makin' it worse!"
Toran starts, slamming his knee into the bottom of the counter at the sudden appearance of Blisa right in his face. "Gah! O-Oh...h-hi..." He responds quietly and quite shyly, trying to look away and not at the social kitten.
Ferdinand is very wary of Tweeds and his 'friends', the rats. He grasps his sabre hilt, ready for a fight. Blisa smiles in a disarming manner...or, it would be disarming, if she didn't have such pointy teeth. "Welcome to Ferravale. I recognize you, but I can't remember form where, exactly. My name's Blisa. What's yours?"
Tweeds scowls at the vermin who addressed him and seems about to make some sort of retort when a rather frazzled looking waiter appears behind the bar and asks with as much cheer as he can manage, "What can I get for you!" Tweeds smiles, happy to finally be getting what he images is proper treatment, "I'd like a-" He is cut off by the ferret from before who takes this moment to make a joke, "He's payin' for me new pair of ears, if yew have any o' those" He starts to cackle at his own wit, but Tweeds, feeling rather angry as it is, hauls off and punches him.
Toran's ear twitches, and he looks over as the ferret who had just been punched. After a moment, he shrugs and looks back at Blisa, though timid in the way he does it. "My name is Toran...p-pleased to meet you Blisa.." He attempts a smile, but it looks more like a terrified expression.
Ferdinand twitches and half-draws his sabre, then growls and starts making plans on how to get the kitten out of here! Blisa feigns ignoring the fighting beasts and nods in return. "Nice to meet you. I like your daggers. I use a dirk and a knife." She proudly pats her weapons, which are hanging from her wide, slightly askew black belt.
The ferret that has been punched doesn't fly off his chair or anything spectacular like that; Tweeds's punches never packed much. It does hurt enough, however, for him to retaliate with a swift uppercut to the foxes jaw. Tweeds stumbles back into the next bar stool and in the proses bumps into the stoat who sits there. Said stoat doesn't take to kindly to being run into and he shoves Tweeds away. The fight immediately attracts the attention of Hamish and Frund who are quite fond of fighting. They get to their feet and start trundling towards the little skirmish.
Toran simply ignores the fight, being used to fights of that sort on what used to be a daily basis. "W-Well thank you..." He stammers, trying to think of things to say. How silly! A grown assassin being intimidated by a small kitten who's just trying to be friendly!
Ferdinand yelps slightly and grabs the kitten, saying to the fox, "We need to go before thith getth worthe. Pleathe feel free to vithit uth...we live at the Chieftain'th home. Good day, and don't get hurt too badly!" Blisa waves to the fox assassin as she gets led out the door, and the 2 are gone.
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