It's going to be a long day

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]

Scioto walks into the tavern as he is chatting with a guard, and the more the guard says the more his tail twitches in anger, he takes a deep breath and sighs "Like I don't have enough problems"

The guard frowns "Sorry sir, least it was only one guard that died, no other beast died or was hurt sir. Some stuff was stolen from town hall, including your office and that's all there is to report. " They then see to remember "Oh someone saw a rat at the crime area"

Zaram is doing his best to help out at the tavern and looks over at the chieftain " All..being okay zuur?"

Scioto shakes his head "Well that narrows it down, there was a rat there that may of been involved, there is tones of rats around this village." Another deep breath "But yes thanks for the info and we can see if there is anything else we can find out." He looks at the mole and just grumbles as he waits on anymore replies from the guard.

The guard frowns and nods "Right away sir, we can try but they are long gone it appears and it was in the middle of the night as well sirso it was pretty dark. No damage was done, just a broken window and a couple knocked over chairs."

Zaram stays where he is and quiet, he can write it down later as he is recorder for the village, besides other things are on his mind right now.

Scioto nods as he shoos the guard away "Go report to the head guard Bandit what you told me." He then sits down and orders an ale, he needs one.

The guard nods and heads off quickly to find Bandit, the Head Guard, leaving the cat and mole to chat if they wish to.

Zaram gets the ale and offers it to Scioto, "I am sur..sure things be okay kay then zurr, and the tavern is being, well ok right now" He does fairly well with his broken common tongue, "But be more helpful if Sir Marek didn't leave."

Scioto takes a long sip of the ale, then replays "Yes I heard he walked off, if he returns its his business really. It may be best he stays away a few days while the abbey beasts are here. Iam unsure how many of them would like the idea he lives in Ferravale even" Another sip of ale is taken.

Zaram speaks "I..rather miss him zurrr, do hope he is being alright." He sounds worried.

Scioto finishes one ale and gets another "I am sure he is fine where ever he is, knows how to take care of himself" He takes a sip of the 2nd ale.

Zaram nods to this, "Course sir."

Scioto shrugs, " I mean he is a fighter, and a good one at that. And he will stay clear of most I know."

Zaram nods "That is true zurr, but what of the beasts that dislike him? Hate him?"

Scioto speaks "I do not know, I mean I can have a couple guards look for Marek as well, as well as this..rat, or group of who ever and since we have no idea how many then it's going to be a little harder"

Zaram simply nods "Could be wise zur"

Scioto nods as he finishes his 2nd ale "Alright, I will send...oh one, no two guards to try and find Marek but thats all."

Zaram smiles "Thank you zurrr!"

Scioto nods "Yeah yeah.." He decides to spend some time just sitting in here, no more ale though just sit and try to relax some.