Somebody obviously still has a grudge against Marek 3-16-16 (A Ferravale log)
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The scent in the air notably changes within the village compared to the sweet fragrant flowery smells outside the east gates. Stale air, rotting food and the occasionally not particularly pleasant smelling inhabitant all assault the nose until it gets used to things. Mercenary guards patrol the high wooden palisade wall separates the vermin village from the outside world, the only break in sight in the form of the main gate to the village to the east. North of the path one of the few stone buildings in the village stands a little run down, now an inn it butts up to the side of the tavern and boasts many beds available, at least that's probably what the sign says, much like the building it's old and the beast who wrote it has probably died of old age long after the paint was last touched up. West finally buildings begin to spring up everywhere and the path widens into a large clearing at the centre of the village.
Exits: [F]erravale [T]avern, [F]erravale [Inn], [Back] to gates, [W]est
Blisa the female cat and Ferdinand the male ferret.
Rutsnout the male rat and Rork the male mouse.
Among the bustling streets, a long rat makes his way through the crowd, a bag slung over one shoulder. He looks at the shop names, and the wares they sell, but he makes no move to buy anything. Following him is a rather small mouse, with a large pack upon his back; a servant or intern, of sorts.
"Come Rork," Rutsnout says to the mouse, "We have much to do today! yes, much to do!"
The mouse sighs, following his boss.
Some of the other bustling beasts step out of the way of a petite white cat, who is being followed by a lanky male ferret. The cat, who is none other than Blisa, smiles to the creatures she passes, but she's too deep in her conversation with the ferret to say anything to them. They pass by the rat and mouse, and the feline gives them a wary glance. She's suspicious. Is the mouse, Rork, a slave?
Rutsnout stops walking, resting his hands on his cane. He nods to the cat, smiling. "Hello! Do you, my good beast, happen to know where I might be able to set up shop?" Rork mutters something under his breath, and Rutsnout turns, whacking him slightly on the arm. "Rork!" he says, "that's not how we treat potential customers!"
The green-eyed cat stares up at him, unblinking. "Yes, you can ask my father, Chieftain Scioto. I'm not sure where he is, but I'm sure you'll be able to talk to him in the next few days. My name is Blisa Wyrmtamer, by the way," she adds, giving a curtsy. Ferdinand keeps a wary gaze upon the 2 malebeasts and a cautious paw on his sabre hilt.
Rutsnout smiles again. "Well met! I am Rutsnout, a humble merchant." He gestures to Rork. "And this is my apprentice Rork, and my heir. Though do forgive him, he is a bit brazen at times, my good lady."
Blisa smiles. "Oh, we all have our bad days, do we not?" Ferdinand smiles slightly as the cat gestures to him. "Oh, this is Ferdinand, Captain of my bodyguards."
Rutsnout nods to the captain. "Greetings! I do believe we met, once, way back when the old abbey was occupied. Well, I assume it was you - Ferdinand is not a common name..." He shrugs. "Though I don't suppose you remember that, I was a very different beast back then..." Rork sets his pack down, nodding to Ferdinand.
Ferdinand hmmms and taps his chin. "I......theem to have an inkling of a memory, yeth. I don't remember exactly what you did, but I theem to maybe remember your name...." Blisa smiles. "Oh, you mean when Marek was doing his warlord thing? He's changed, y'know; he's somehow become not evil anymore."
Rutsnout stiffens, hearing that. "So, did he ever answer for all the deaths he caused, then? Or injuries?" Rork rolls his eyes, knowing that the subject was one that would set Rutsnout off - granted, that wasn't that bad, but still...
Blisa grins. "DoraRose Strongheart, a resident Warrior at Redwall and the Abbey Gatekeeper, threatened to, like, cut off his head or something a few seasons back. Does that count?" Ferdinand notes the mouse's reaction and prepares to change the subject/knock the rat out if necessary.
"Only if she followed through." The rat mutters darkly. "I got this - " Here Rutsnout taps his oddly bent knee - "From fighting against him." he sighs. "Ah, well. As long as you don't welcome him around here..." He bows his head for a moment, shaking it. He looks up, suddenly. "So, uh, your father- do you know where I could find him?"
Ferdinand hastily says, "Thir Thcioto ith probably in hith office, though we aren't thure." Blisa decides to follow the ferret's lead and refrain from telling the rat that Marek is actually the tavern owner. Let him find out from a different source. "I would suggest asking my father about Marek if you're interested; Dad knows more about him than I do." Which is mostly true....
it's not like Rutsnout the rat could really do anything. But who knows? He nods, saying, "Thank you..." he gestures for Rork to stand, and adds, "Er, where can I find your father's office?"
Blisa points towards the town center and gives him directions. "I hope you're able to open your shop thing," she says politely. Ferdinand nods as he agrees.
Rutsnout smiles brightly. "As do I! Thank you!" Rork nods to the cat and her guard. "Ah yes," The mouse speaks up for the first time, "Thanks."
"You're welcome! Have a good evening!" Blisa says as she waves and walks away. Ferdinand nods a good-bye, looks curiously at the mouse, and follows his little charge to the tavern.
Rutsnout waves to her. "Farewell! Have a good day!" The rat turns to his companion. "Come Rork, let's go gets a shop." With that, they both head off down one of the side streets. After a few moments, they come back, having realized they went the wrong way. Rutsnout is muttering darkly to himself, while Rork is chuckling. They both disappear down the right way, this time.
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