Meeting the Wlydcat.

The evening grows later and later, and the crowd in the tavern starts to grow. Which is the perfect time of night to make some money! Robin is up on a little stage in the corner with his lute, standing up as he plays the instrument, singing along with it, a large mug sitting at his feet, just off to the side, some coins already placed inside. "My dad has shown me sympathy, for all the spirits lost. I hoped for salvation and peace for ages. Standing in the winter snow, inhaling life again, a new day has come, a chance to relive...forget and forgive..." he sings out, quite well, and smooth, but the weird accent forces a few letters to be pronounced a little weirdly, making it almost sound just a tiny bit comical.

Much like the previous days, Wyld is still doing her busy work. Today she's busing tables in addition to cleaning the Tavern floor. Right now, her skinny little arms are around a big black bin, filled to the rim with dirty beer glasses. She walks nimbly around drunken patrons, swearing and punching those who get a little too close. Most it would seem, have grown used to the little terror, and give her a wide burth when she comes around the bend.

Coming in from the cold and steadily increasing wind and snow is the ferret Sarnith, there is a good bit of snow clinging to him but it is already starting to melt adding the particularly great smell of wet ferret to the melange of stink in the tavern. Not paying allot of attention to the others present at the moment the hob heads for his normal place at the bar for a much wanted drink, a small bit of the limp that he had the other night remains but it only shows through his slightly lessened pace. At the bar Sarnith orders his customary cheep ale from Blackfoot and settles down on a stool for a good long drink.

Rob's song ends a few moments later, having apparently been at the end. He gets a couple of claps before a few more coins are dropped into the mug as some beasts pass. "Thanks." he smiles glancing around at the tavern, spotting Wyld a moment later. He blinks a bit before he settles his lute down. "I'll be back in a sec." he says before stepping off the stage, making his way over. "Need a hand?" he offers with a smile.

Snaking her way around the edge of the bar, Wyld loudly places her charge on the countertop. Before Blackfoot can 'repurpose' more glasses prior to washing them, the wildcat snatches a few. Seeing Sarnith sit down, the cat perks up a little- tuffed ears standing up tall for once. She reaches around her waist and grabs a pouch that's secured there. Of course, this is when Robin comes over. A stoat. The wildcat just looks at the musician for a while, a blank stare. Some of the other patrons start to back away slowly. "What?"

Being oblivious to the doom that is about to explode at the end of the bar Sarnith enjoys his rather nasty ale with a slight grin on his face. The ferret no longer has the bandage on his arm but there us still a slight scab there, it looks like something or namely some beast had bitten him hard enough to do more than just raise blood. Now the ferret takes the time to brush the snow from his person, showering those sitting next to him with the already partially melted cold mess.

( Rob laughs a little bit, motioning to the bin. "Oh, I just thought you might be able to get your job done a little quicker with some help." he smiles. "I did the tidying here one night when I first showed up. Wasn't very quick and there was always more to do." he nods. "I could carry the bin for you if you'd like, or...something." he shrugs, but still smiles. )

WyldHeart carefully re-attaches the little bundle to her belt, her large /clawed/ hands finding their way to her hips. Green eyes continue to stare at Rob for a long, long while. Long enough to make the growing quiet uncomfortable. "I can manage, stoat." She says very slowly, and lowly, "Not quite sure, why everybeast here thinks I need help every frackin minute!" Ok, now she's yelling.

It's the yelling that catches Sarnith's attention, he looks over with a hint of interest towards a voice that he thinks he well enough knows. On seeing WyldHeart working for a living it brings a small smile to Sarnith's face, that cat has come quite a ways from the kitten bearing a sack of squishy that had shown up on his door step. The small grin grows on the hobs face as he watches now what he thinks could well be a show to go along with his drink.

Robin laughs a bit, not seeming discouraged. "Maybe because people are just trying to be nice?" he suggests. "And in a place like this, you should take advantage of it. Not too many vermin villagers offer help to others." he nods, before turning over to make sure nobody is stealing out of his cup, and when he sees a drunk rat rummaging through the coins, he puts up a finger. "One sec." he says, turning to go over, and rather heavily clop the rat on the back of the head, sending him stumbling off to the side with a growl, only to see Rob return to Wyld a few moments later, with the cup. "Sorry about that..."

The grin on Sarnith's face stays in place as he takes another drink form his tankard, this is something that could turn into a very good show to go with his drink. Before long the hob is in need of a refill and turns to Blackfoot to get it, the barkeep is also paying a bit of attention to the goings on at the end of the bar, he is contemplating filling this last round of drinks then finding some cover.

Robin puts his mug of coins down on the nearest, empty table. "Hm...you seem tense." he says before thinking, grinning when an idea comes to mind. "Here! I think you need to relax a bit!" he turns his head. "Barkeep! A rum and a drink of her choice...bring it here when its ready." He smiles, going to practically take the tray of empty glasses from her and settle them away. "Here, have a drink." he nods.

The wildcat grabs back the tray with such force, glasses clatter and fall to the ground. One breaks, the others seem to have been built for this kind of punishmet, and roll. Murder now rolls off Wyldheart in waves. If malisious intent could have a smell, she'd be stinking up the whole tavern. When the drink arrives, she doesn't even look at it. "I don't drink stoat." And its true, the cat doesn't.  She's had.. negitive experiences with those who do drink.

Barely able to contain himself Sarnith hesitates over his second tankard of ale for fear of choking on the stuff should he take a drink at the wrong moment. For now the ferret is totally content to simply watch the events at a safe distance and enjoy them as best he can, its not every night that one gets this good of a show with their drink.

The stoat hms a bit when the glasses come crashing down, stepping back as a couple of them shatter. "If you're declining a drink, under the impression I'm going to buy it for you...let me put your mind at ease." he says as its delivered. "I don't plan on paying for it." he says, settling both down on the table. "I'm sure you've got money...and I'm sure you could pay for it yourself. So I won't be nice. I'll order you a drink I'm sure you'd enjoy...but I wont pay for it." he says, almost cockily, chuckling a little to himself. Rob glances back to the lute on the stage before turning his gaze back on Wyld. "But if you don't want to relax, don't! Work your fur off..." he smiles. "I'll just go back to playing more songs." he takes his rum and turns, heading for the stage again, along with the thing of coins, which he restores back to their proper place.

WyldHeart stops once she feels her claws actually pierce the flesh at her hips. This further enrages her, but she -knows- she can't murder here of all places! That other wildcat would get all up in her buisness and kick her out. So, quick a a whip, the wildcat takes out a dagger, draws her paw back nice and quick then BANM, she lets the dagger fly! It's target, a stool, holding a lute

Robin just wasn't QUITE fast enough. He turns, and the dagger NARROWLY misses him, making his eyes go wide, and then, POP, right though the strings, and the wood, splitting the instrument into two separate pieces. His jaw nearly hits the floor when his beloved 'friend', as he would call it, hits the ground with a clatter. His eyes narrow on the damage before picking it up, and taking the dagger, which he sheathes in his belt. "I see." he says after a moment, an eye twitching. He tries, usually, to be nice. But he can't help a little tear escaping. He wipes it off and turns towards Wyld, looking more sad than angry. Before he bursts out laughing. "You've got good aim." he smirks a bit, still fighting back tears clearly.

With all of this going on Sarnith has hardly any time to do what he came here to do, drink. When he does finally get to the part where he can drink the ferret misses the dagger toss that comes from WyldHeart, so he will be as in the dark as the rest of the tavern when the mayhem that it brings on will ensue. With his second tankard already half past empty the ferret is off to a good start tonight although with how the wind and snow are picking up out there he knows that he should pack it in before long least he be stuck here for the night.

WyldHeart will pinch the dagger back from the stoat in the early hours of the morning. At least, that is what she tells herself. She gets a broom, and starts sweeping up the glass shards as if nothing else happend. She picks up the pan, and dumps it loudly into the trash. A rat, his gaze lingering, catches her eye. "You want to see more of'a show, rat?!" She demands, sending the vermin running.

Robin laughs a little bit more and then shakes his head slowly. The stoat very carefully plucks the strings and stashes them away before he eyes the wood, careful not to get a splinter. "Oh well...easy come easy go I suppose." he grumbles before taking his mug of coins. "Shows over folks, sorry." he says before heading to the bar to count out his earnings, keeping the broken instrument on the counter nearby.

Atleast the cat has the right idea on how to deal with other beasts now Sarnith thinks once his laughter at the destruction of the lute subsides, you threaten them in public, then kill them in private so that you cannot be so easily blamed. Shaking his head the hob keeps his eyes on Wyldheart for now, just incase there is another murder about to happen in broad tavern light.

WyldHeart walks slowly down the bar standing in front of the ferret. She's still furious, but she doesn't get to see the carpenter very much these days. So, she quickly unfastens her belt'o coin and drops it loudly in front of him. Its her earnings for the week, working to pay off her debt. Wordless, she makes her way back to the tray, which she grabs one handedly, still ignoring the stoat, and works her way into the back room.

Robin's ear flicks at the dropping of the coin, glancing over to it before smirking a little at Sarnith when Wyld vanishes. "Heh. Pleasant feline, isn't she?" he jokes when she's out of earshot, shaking his head slowly before tying up his own earnings into a pouch, which goes around his belt when he's done.

Sarnith does have a few things to say to Wyldheart, but her quick leave taking makes it rather hard to say them so he holds the words and instead slips off the stool to pick up the belt and coin pouch. The hob throws the belt over his shoulder while unfastening the bag and sticking it in his vest pocket before retaking his seat on the bar stool. With that he starts drinking again, until the second tankard is empty before he replies to the stoat. " Sure she is, 'course yer's say dat's ter's 'er's face an she'll rip yer's 'ead off, an she's a friend o mine so 'pw abou' yer's watch's et's eh? affore I's 'as reason ter's do et's fer's 'er's? "

"And what have I done to offend you today, hm, Mr. Sarnith?" Rob asks, tilting his head slowly to the side before shaking it with a laugh. "C'mon now...don't be like that. I won't do anything to harm her. Promise!" he says before glancing towards the bartender. "Next round's on me." he says, motioning between himself and the carpenter ferret.

A slight shake of the head is the first answer from Sarnith and a paw ordering a holding off on the drink the second with the third following right behind it " Yew's didn' do anythin's ter's, bu' yer's did jus' tick's off one o me friend's so I's tink's dat's a reason's ter's be's offended yar? " The ferret is really in to good of a mood to really stick it to this stoat so for now he will stick to words, even if they are less amusing. Instead the hob produces three coins from his vest, one for his two previous drinks and a third for his next.

The stoat shrugs his shoulders a little at the apparent decline of the offer to buy the next round. Robin then decides to shove away the new mug of rum that was offered, in favor of polishing off the mug he was working on before yawning and standing. "Anyway. I got to check on the twins. I guess I'll see you later." he replies, almost angrily, before turning and making his way out into the cold.

A comment of " Gud luck wit's der's little's tew's terror's, 'ope I's didn' mess up ter's bad on dat's crib. " With the stoat taking his leave Sarnith belts down his third ale, he really needs to be going as well with as bad as the weather is getting out there. Standing up and paying off his other outstanding tab the hob makes his way towards the door with a grin still on his face, it has been a rather interesting and entertaining week in his opinion.

Robin pauses just at the door and smiles, turning over his head. "Oh, no, you didn't! Its perfect. I couldn't have asked for better." he pauses. "Well, actually I could, but I don't think you could make a crib of pure gold." he smirks before waving and heading outside, quickly making towards the inn.