Marek And Ragg Chat(Redemption Of Marek TP)

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]

Marek is working as a bartender and it helps get his mind off things. He nods to a rat as he sits down a drink and goes to pick up some plates and cups to clean.

Ragg steps into the tavern fairly empty tavern, the afternoon rush having died down to a drizzle. He has had a surprisingly easy time of being in charge while Scioto is away. At least, that's the way he sees it. Nothing has burned down, and to his knowledge nobody has gotten murdered, so all in all it's been a pretty easy few days. He walks over to the bar and settles comfortably down on one of the stools, saying to Marek behind the counter, "Hello! Could I get some tea?"

Marek looks up, yes he knows Ragg somewhat as he remembers him from the abbey and goes to get Tea, yes its safe tea, and hands it to Ragg, "Hello Mr. Ragg." He says in a calm voice. His clothing is very plain and he has a simple longsword now, his cross bolt is not with him, hard to say where it is at this time, he then turns to help a weasel get an ale.

Ragg raises an eyebrow at the use of his name, and looks curiously at the stoat, "It would seem we have already been acquainted! However, I'm afraid I don't remember the meeting." He pauses, examining the stoats face, "You /do/ look rather familiar. Could you remind me of your name?"

Marek seems a little surprised Ragg doesn't know him, but he doesn't seem worried in using his name as he cleans a glass and sits it down “I am Marek." He waits for that to sink into the weasel as he watches him closely.

Ragg looks rather surprised, but not alarmed, "Oh! I had heard you were back in town. I suppose things have...changed?" He gestures broadly in the air, then takes a long draft of tea to cover his initial surprise.

Marek tilts his head, well least he isn’t trying to take off his head, "I see you seem calm over this, this is well. I am not here to take over the village, though I may ask if I can run the tavern as I did build it with my own paws..and help from others, seeing as the other tavern blew up"

Ragg grins lightly, "I mean, in other cases I might be less calm, but considering you're standing behind the bar and not in the jail, well..." He lets the sentence drop, then continues, "I don't see why you couldn't run the tavern, just as long as beasts don't start keeling over after drinking one of your drinks." He grins jokingly, but hurries to apologize, unsure of himself, "Sorry, that was insensitive."

Marek narrows his eyes at Ragg, then calms..somewhat. "I have changed Mr. Ragg, I am not the beast I once was and I would not poison a drink." He thinks this over" Unless a couple certain beasts showed their faces, then maybe their drinks"

Ragg coughs uncomfortably, hurrying to take another sip of his tea, however, before it reaches his lips, he sets it down and pushes it away, looking dubiously at the offending cup, "I would hope I'm not one of said beasts....?"

Marek shakes his head “You are not. A mouse..yes mouse, named Irinevok is one of them. Also a wildcat named Bramblefur whom tried to kill me and Scioto and nearly killed the abbey's recorder with a poison. It seems the wildcat has disappeared since then so that further tells a beast something"

Ragg looks mildly relieved that he is not one of the aforementioned beasts. Never the less, he doesn’t pick up the cup of tea again. He nods curiously at the new of Bramblefur and the mouse, "I see. Is there a particular reason this /Irinevok/ has invoked your wrath?"

Marek growls, "He destroyed my village and killed many innocent beasts, a lot of my former group and burned down the village I called home. He also keeps beasts as slaves, he is insane and may be coming south as he has went to other villages as well. He was north last I checked."

Ragg frowns, a concerned look crossing his face, "Indeed, he does sound like a rather unsavory fellow. Hopefully he keeps his distance." The weasel reaches into his pocket and pulls out the needed money to pay for his tea. He then stands a nods to the stoat, "I need to attend to some things. I'll be seeing you!" He heads for the door.

Marek watches him head off and then gets back to work as bar tender.