Some RnR for an otter and fox...or...Respite and Exposition.

The feast spread out before them was great as it was plentiful. Being lizards most of the spread was meat. Fish, wood pidgeon and steak. It's probibly best not to ask where it came from. Dylan didn't and neither did Vannon as the fox stuffed himself like it was his last meal. The lizard king had them retire to a smaller room but no less extravigant where they could dine and eat in peace. The walls are decorated in the hides of the beasts the steak may or may not have come from. The table is large and round, low to the ground. Cushions have been set up around the sides. Reptilian tribe members wait on the guests and their kind paw and foot.

Despite being a woodlander, Rorgan ate with as much savagery as Vannon. Had Ink or his parents been there, they likely would've reprimanded him for his bad manners, but he could hardly care by this point. The more he ate, the more he realized just how long it had been since he had eaten a feast like this. He is completely silent throughout this time save for the occasional snap of a wood pidgeon bone.

The only beast not eating is the corpulant lizard King. He has too much on his figurative plate to eat down food on a literal one. "This is...troubling. The town is in control of this Edwin. And that he has Militia doing his dirty work. He's going to regret that eventually." Vannon replies by downing a plate full of steak. He hasn't eaten this well since...since...he doesn't know when!

Rorgan literally has to muster the will to stop eating just for a few moments so he can swallow and nod, replying, "Aye, an' I need t' get my family out o' there afore anythin' happens. There's a war that's goin' t' start, an' it won't be long afore it hits. I have t' make sure my parents are far away from th' bloodshed when it happens. I haven't come this far just t' loose them again."

Dylan lays spralled out on some pillows, a reptilain servant occasionally feeds him grapes while another fans him. "Leave that to me. I'll send Raziel up to collect them." Vannon snorts on his food and nearly chokes. "Raz is here? Really?" The lizard nods his head, "It's a long story, but yes. I'm sure he would like a chance to get out and do something. Feline is only getting soft and pudgy locked up here."

Rorgan raises an eyebrow quizzically. "Locked up? Is he yer prisoner?" He asks, his wood pidgeon slowly beginning to attract his attention again. "An' are ye plannin' t' go t' war as well?" Honestly, he was actually hopeful that Dylan would say yes so that he could go and fight as well.

Dylan hisses in laughter, "No no. Raziel is the local Champion of the tribe. Its...let's just say we kind of got tricked by this lizard to come run off the last king Trsk. Turns out the reward was becoming one yourself." Dylan wipes a mirthfull tear from his eyes. "As for war...no. I can't just send my tribe off to their deaths for no reason." Taking some wine Dylan props himself up on his side, "I've been building up the guild as well. Got a few members, mostly people who mistakenly came here seeking refuge from the law and such..."

Rorgan sighs, leaning back in his chair. "Right...it's likely best that ye don't get involved. It's goin' t' be absolute bloodshed, but there must be somethin' other than sendin' Raziel that ye can do! I mean, th' news about th' guild is great an' all, but Arundal is a pressin' situation. D'ye at least have any weapons? Somethin' I can take wid me back t' Arundal."

Dylan samples the cooked fish. "And prey tell exactly what are you going to do in Arundal?" The lizard swollows a moderate portion of his meal before he adds, "I can loan you the armory, and I won't stop you from going but, It would be easier for Raziel to slip in, get your parrents out and bring them to safety...I could send some of the tribe there but, I think we can both imagine that would be a bad idea." The thought of a tribe of lizards showing up to carry you away to 'safety' makes Vannon chuckle.

Rorgan stares at the table top, trying hard to think of a response. "I-...I can't just wait here while Raziel goes off t' bring my own family back..." He says soflty, trying hard not to just stand up and walk right out of there and on back to Arundal. "The arrival o' Derrin an' I kickstarted all o' this, an' I can't let my parents get hurt on my account."

The lizard struggles to sit up. With the help of the lizards around him he manages to move his bulk into a sitting postion. Dylan secretly fears what he will look like after all these feasts take their toll. "Well, then you arn't going to like what I have to tell you about the local vermin. The tribal folk...er, what do you call them."

"Bushfolk." The fox replies as he stuffs himself. His belly is distended and looks like its ready to explode from the amount of food he managed to cram into it. "Bushfolk right. Well my lizards saw them attack a few farms to the north. They also appear to be gathering to the south. I'm not really sure what the deal is with them, apparently their leader died or something."

Rorgan sighs, shaking his head slowly. "Their leader was already dyin' when I met him, but..it's saddenin' t' think that he's finally dead." Again, he sighs, looking at Dylan. "Please, Dylan, I need yer help. Ye owe me fer savin' yer tail on that caravan durin' the heist when ye got caught by those three beasts."

The lizard king gives the otter a cross look. "And what can I do Rorgan? Send my lizards to siege Arundal? I'm not going to endanger /my/ tribe." The lizard king struggles again to lift himself up to his feet. "I can offer the saftey of my lair. No more. Now if you excuse me I have kingly duties to attend to. We will talk later, in the mean time you both rest up." Dylan stalks away from the table followed closely by several tribal members. "And rorgan...its good to see you again."

The king leaves them alone, much to the fox's delight. More food for him!" Shortly after he leaves another familiar lizard enters. Hrsk looks different as well, but not in the 'let myself go to pudge on constant feeding' kind of way Dylan has. The ex king wears a tan robe around his slender frame as gives both fox and otter a smile as he enters. "Rorgan!"

The familiar voice breaks Rorgan from his silent brooding following the exit of Dylan, but he stands, smiling as well as he sights Hrsk. "Hrsk! Wot a surprise t' see ye here again!" He exclaims, momentarily distracted from his worry.

The red scaled reptile waves as he enters, "A surprise for my self indeed. I am advisor and translator for the current king down here. It's as Dylan would say. A very long story." The advisor steeples his claws together, "I couldn't help but over hear. A shame it is that you can not rescue your parrents. I agree with you completely, one of our messengers died escaping from that frightfull village, but...the king has decreed we shall not go to war." He shrugs sadly.

Rorgan looks down, sighing sadly. "Aye..I tried t' help yer messangers, but the militia overpowered me afore I could get them completely out o' danger." He shakes his head slowly, sitting back down. "I'm really not sure wot t' do anymore..." For once in his life, the otter actually looks defeated, with no hint of his usual defiance left.

Rorgan shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "I s'pose he's used t' bein' in a position of authority. He was a bandit leader when I met him. He's uh..." He winces at the thought. "He's let himself go a bit...he's not really th' same Dylan I remember..."

The lizard nods his head, "Good good. His postion has...effected him. And not just in size either. He's becoming rather," the lizard leans forward and whispers, "Unstable. Making odd orders, letting the power...corrupt him. I'm afraid being king is not too good for his health."

Rorgan narrows his eyes at nothing in particular, nodding slowly. "An' wot exactly are ye tryin' t' say?" He asks curiously, though he suspects that he already knows this answer. "I haven't seen Dylan fer a while, an' I'm not in any position t' challenge his authority without somethin' t' fight with." At least, he assumed there would be something of a fight if he tried.

The lizard makes a coy smile. "Who said anything about fighting. There won't be need for violence. I have...discovered a way to put myself back in power. An age old meathod, a bit dated, but proven efective time and time again. And I for wone don't want to harm our glorious king...but for my plan to work, i just need dylan to be out of the way for a while. He never wanted the postion to begin with but he's the type to put up, as you would say, a ruckus." The advisor drums his claws together, "The details of what you do would not be important. But if you help me into power one of the first things I would do is send an army up to Arundal to rescue your parrents, and drive the Mili-tia out."

Rorgan looks thoughtful, but to his own surprise, and likely Hrsk's as well, he shakes his head. "Dylan was right about one thing. It's too dangerous fer th' tribe t' send them into battle. All I need is somethin' t' fight with, an' I can go in myself, get my family an' get right back out. The town can tear itself apart after that."

Hrsk's coy smile remains plastered on his face. His eyes narrow if by a little bit. "I...see. Then I would be much abliged if you at least keep our little conversation between ourselves." Standing back up Hrsk bows low to the otter, "I am non the less glad to see you in one peice. If you need anything, the Ruins are at your disposal. You are free to come and go as you please." He points to the door, "The armory is right down the hall. Feel free to take what you need."

With a determined look, Rorgan stands, looking at the door. "The conversation never happened, an' thankee Hrsk. I'll be gone afore anybeast realizes wot I'm plannin' t' do." With that, he walks off towards the door, leaving Vannon and Hrsk behind as he opens the door, disappearing into the hall beyond.

The fox smacks his swollen gut as he leans back on the cushions under him. "Hey mate, about this job you were offerin...how much does it pay?" Hrsk turns his gaze from the departing otter to the fox. He grins deviously...