The Ballad of Bajardo Part 2

Bajardo returns in the second installment of The Ballad of Bajardo...

Once upon a time there was an inn, it's previous owner was killed off in mysterious circumstances and a young pine marten was hired to take care of it. And Liam hated every minute of it. Well, he was sure he would enjoy it when the inn was on its feet. Between him and his latest workers, a ferret, a fox, and pine marten, the four of them have slowly been getting the inn back to the way it should be after its other workers all jumped ship. At the moment Liam is at the front desk going over a scroll with a scowl on his face.

Bajardo saunters into the room, a slightly self-pleased smirk covering his face. He has just finished moving their latest guests into their room and maybe helping himself to a few of their valuables. He makes his way over to the wall, where a broom is propped, and begins swishing it around. He starts to whistle a cheery little tune and he carries on like this for a few moments before catching sight of Liam's scowling features. He sweeps his way over, an eyebrow raised, "Whut's wrong?" Hey, it pays to know what's going on, right?

The slightly less young marten looks up from his partchement. What's wrong is that things have been going missing over the last week. Small things one would normally take for granted until they are needed. Instead Liam replies, "Oh, nothing important. How are you adjusting to the work life?"

Bajardo shrugs, oblivious to the fact that his little hobby had been discovered, "Oi'd say Oim doin' raver well! It's not quoit as bad as Oi thought it would be." He's being surprisingly chipper and upbeat, which is not really his usual tune. He starts to sweep again, whistling a slightly off tune, yet happy beat.

Liam leans back in his chair and chuckles as he crosses his arms, "Oh? Why is that? Because of all the free pie you get at the tavern?" The marten laughs, "Between the two of us I'm worried they may ban marten's from their all together.

Bajardo gives a snort of laughter, patting his once scrawny stomach, which now has a nice little bulge, "Well, the poi helps a bit. An' even if thoiy di' ban us, at least we' go with full stomachs." Suddenly, he gets his feet tangled in with the broom and trips, falling to the ground with a thud. Quite a few coins spill from the neck of his shirt and he lets out a string of choice words.

Liam leans over the front desk counter, "Blaze's kid? Where did you learn to cuss? A pirate ship?" Liam notices the fallen coins with a raised eyebrow. He leans back in his chair before continuing, "Pick yourself up mate, the guests can sue if they trip over you."

Bajardo scrambles to his feet, stuffing the coins back into his shirt. He bobs his head, mumbling quickly, "Yes Mister Gray. Sorry, Mister Gray." He's mostly speaking just to fill the air. Once he has the coins back in place he bends down and picks up the broom, though his shirt gives off a slight jingling sound.

It would be remis if it were said Liam rubs his chin in deep thought. He doesn't have to think too deeply to come to the conclusions that is going through his mind. Instead though he simply says, "It helps if you keep your coins in a coin purse. Easy way to lose hard earned cash that way." He mentally counts how much money fell. He can't be accurate of course, but the general sum will be usefull later in case anyone claims to have misplaced some money.

Bajardo bobs his head again, keeping his eyes diligently on the ground, "Oi loik keepin' it wif me. Tha' way no one can help themselves." His voice continues to be a low mumble, and he moves the broom over the floor at a rather brisk pace.

Liam nods, "Yes...that is so /very/ annoying when others help themselves to your hard earned money." The marten chuckles to himself, hiding the feeling he has now that he has added two and two together. He does not like what it adds up too. Still, everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt.

Bajardo gulps, seeing the double meaning to the other martin's words, Aye, quoit annoyin. He goes to the wall and props up his broom before turning towards the desk, "Oi'm gonna take moi lunch break" With that, he quickly exits, heading towards the tavern and possibly a safe place to stash his cash.