"Ok, I admit my actions might have been a bit reckless." Abomentolor replies.
"But I'm improving. At least I didn't burn the house down for real."
Jayleen's eyes widen. "No real fire here in the house please."
"Also I need to go to bed now. I'm feeling really tired now. You can stay here until the house closes. But you're welcome to come visit me anytime. And Jimmy, once you know something I could reward you with please let me know."
"Good bye for now." She leaves to rest in her private room on another floor.
"If you are ever in need of our services just call." Jimmy says standing as she leaves
Jayleen smiles at Jimmy and nods before leaving.
"What shall we do now? Do we eat all the tidbits so I don't have to cook a meal now and then go home for today?" Gwenhwyfar asks.
"Eating sounds good." Tauriell says taking another bite.
"As it looks now everyone except Jimmy got more reward than I did. I think I made it clear I do it mostly for the money. Why didn't that work out in my favour?"
"Maybe you should have negotiated the price as you were in the better position." Abomentolor jokes.
"You're both awful. Not everything is about money." Gwenhwyfar scolds the two.
"Honestly I am surprised she is even offering me anything after the damage you caused." Jimmy says looking at Abomentolor
"Why not? You didn't damage anything and she made rather personal gifts." Abomentolor replies. "Besides, I didn't damage anything too. The other customers did."
"That's a good one: It wasn't me!" Tauriell laughs. "I bet if you set a cat aflame and the cat runs through a ripe field of rye burning it down, you'd say the burning field is the cat's fault."
"Don't remind me." Abomentolor replies taking a swig from his drink. "But let me tell you. Farmers are not open to civilised discussions about such things."
"Abomentolor, bane of civilization and farmers everywhere."
"Hey. It's not my fault that the cleansing power of fire leaves so much collateral damage." Abomentolor defends himself. "It's my curse I have to live with!"
"Yeah sure! That's why you parade your curse around everywhere you go." Tauriell replies. "You should get a vest where it is written in large letters on your chest. 'IT'S NOT MY FAULT'. Maybe someone is going to believe that." she says rather amused.
"I'll do that. And I let them make another one for you: 'Will Save World For Gold'" Abomentolor gives back to Tauriell.
"Ouch! That hurts." Tauriell replies "I'm not that cheap. If you want the world saved gold won't do." she says with a smirk.
Gwenhwyfar lets her head fall on the table. "With whom are we together in this group?" she asks Jimmy.
"An arsonist, a mercenary, and Beedle the Bard." Jimmy says placing a hand on her shoulder
"And what would I be then?" Tauriell asks looking at Jimmy.
"The mercenary." Jimmy says
"That is rather disappointing. To reduce me on the money." Tauriell replies. "But when you put out such monikers and the mercenary is on me what would you call yourself and your spouse?"
"You don't get to pick your own nickname, but Gwen would be redeemer of our party. It's up to her what I am."
"What? I?" Gwehnwyfar replies startled.
"But I don't have any good ideas. Much less funny ones. And I refuse to be responsible for the redemption of these." she says pointing at Abomentolor and Tauriell.
"Let me." Tauriell steps in. "How about Beauty and the Beast?"
"You even get to choose who is who." Tauriell jokes.
"Or he is the frog prince and she has not kissed him enough yet?" Abomentolor adds.
"You two are Waldorf and Statler. Old, ugly and mean." Gwenhwyfar replies sticking her tongue out at them.
"Haha. Just wait until your big bad wolf eats your grandma. Red Riding Hood." Tauriell says.
"I feel like Cinderella. And you're the evil stepsister."
"Take me my prince. I'm the one whose shoe you have." she says to Jimmy.
"You are the better looking and younger as well."
"More like snow white. Lips like blood, skin like snow and hair like ebony. And stupid enough to fall for every lousy trick of the evil queen and every time needs saving." Tauriell teases Gwenhwyfar.
"You could also call them Laurel and Hardy." Niamh whispers to Gwenwhyfar.
"Why don't you call them that yourself?" Gwenhwyfar asks Niamh. "I'm thinking more along the line of the 13th fairy from sleeping beauty. Are you carrying around spindles to kill young girls?" she inquires from Tauriell.
"That are some good ones. Would I be Laurel or Hardy?" Tauriell asks Niamh. "And a vengeful fairy? Maleficent!"
"But we shouldn't forget our little one." Tauriell says looking at Niamh. "How about Tom Thumb?"
Niamh gives Tauriell a glare. "Let me show you a finger. And it is not my thumb..."
"Now now little ones. Or shall Gwen and I have to put you over our knees?"
"Ladys and gentlemen now sing(k)s for you - the niveau" Tauriell replies.
Niamh replies nothing to that.
"Do I get to choose over whose knee I'm put?" Tauriell asks.
"I'm not putting Tauriell over my knee. She manages to molest me from that position too." Gwenhwyfar replies.
"I imagine she would, yes."
"So Jimmy it is. Shall I leave my pants on for that?" Tauriell inquires.
"If I were you, I wouldn't touch that with a ten foot pole." Gwenhwyfar says to Jimmy pointing at Tauriell.
"Even to beat some sense into her?"
"Jimmy has a ten foot pole?" Tauriell asks resting her chin on her hand eyeing Jimmy and twinkling at him.
"Wouldn't you love to know."
Gwenhwyfar wonders with her mouth standing open why Tauriell has such a soft spot for ten foot poles. It takes some time until the silver drops a copper a time. She blushes and looks at the table to hide her face in her hair.
"I don't think you could beat sense into her. It's some hundred years to late for that."
"As a paladin. Are you allowed to have fun punishing the evil or do you have to be sorry you couldn't convince them otherwise?" Tauriell teases.