Yulia smiles as she and Drago walk around town.
She nods, "Yeah, let's go eat." She says before continuing on to the tavern.
As they walked, Drago asked, "So how are things with the Cafe?"
Ammon was having difficulty locating Sādhanā, and his stomach was telling him that he'd best stop searching for now. So he headed to Hadrinn's.
Cyna walks along side her family and their new unnamed pup as they follow Arista's lead.
Since Tesia had already been to Warrin's shop and knew where it was, she comes up beside Arista to lead them there. Looking at their friend she says, "You know, it's okay to not know how to feel about something. You don't always have to understand your feelings. You do have a family though that loves you, and you're not alone. So, if you need something...we're here for you okay? I know you feel responsible for a lot of the things that happened to your family....but you're not and you need to stop beating yourself up about it too. At some point, you're going to have to forgive yourself and let go of all those negative feelings you have bottled up inside of you because it isn't helping you. All that guilt, anger, and resentment you're feeling....it's not going to do you any good. You're the only person that can decide when you're ready to let it go though. I just wanted to let you know that we all understand how hard this has been for you and we're here. Okay?" She says, feeling the need to share what she was thinking since she had her own similar demons tyo face.
She listens to Tesia while remaining quiet. She knew what she said made sense, she just didn't trust herself to say much. After Tesia is done talking she nods, "Okay." Looking up she sees the sign of the tavern and points to it, "We're here."
"Hi, Mirrin right? Arista thought it would be a good idea if we spoke. I do too for that matter, I'm Sādhanā." the magus says, giving the other anizari a smile.
Alethiro opens the door for everyone.
Holding onto Celine with one hand she lets her daughter keep control of the puppy that seems very well behaved, as they enter the Tavern.
Mirrin looks up. "What do you want to talk about?"
Sienna walks in with Cyna. "This place seems nice."
Indeed, the tavern is quite humble with a roaring fireplace dominating the far wall and all the furniture seems to be carved out of oak, lacking embellishment. An older couple stands behind a counter, cleaning up and sorting dishes. "Sit wherever you like."
"Same old, same old," Yulia says. "Business is decent, nothing overwhelming."
Arista looks around for a table that can accommodate all nine of them. She finds a long rectangular table near the fireplace and takes a seat on the opposite side of the fire. She makes sure that Celine sits next to her and wraps the leash around the leg of the chair. Patting Honey's head she tells the puppy to lie down, and it does so...right under Celine's feet. Celine giggles as the puppy lays underneath her.
"Good to hear your dream has come true my Sweet," Drago said.
Yulia nods. "I just hope I can keep it running while pregnant. I mean...further along than I am now."
Cyna takes a seat at the table with her friends and family. "Is it alright to have pets here?" she asks.
The older woman walks up with a tray of tankards filled with water. "Yes, it's perfectly fine. Pets are family too. Do they need water as well?"
”Well firstly I wanted to see how you were doing. Arista mentioned you….might be having a difficult time of things and, well honestly, I’m glad to see that you’re still here.” Sādhanā says honestly.
”I’ve seen the toll those masks take on their wearers, and I’d like to help if I can, or even just listen.” As the magus speaks, her hand idly brushes the hilt of her sword, her mind touching Oblivion’s presence and the more dormant sense of Requiem.
"I'm Celia by the way." the healer says to the other anizari. "This is Ylrhea and I'm sure you already know Sādhanā."
She nods, "That would probably be a good idea since we have such a long flight home. Thank you." She replies.
The woman goes to fetch two bowls of water for the puppies. "Is there anything else you'd like to drink?"
"Lemonade, please."
"I'll have lemonade too."
"What do you have?" Alethiro asks.
"Aside from lemonade," the woman answers. "We have dark ale, golden ale, honey ale, hard apple cider, berry juice, a regular cider and milk."
"I'll take some of the regular cider."
She nods her head, "Some of the regular cider for me as well sounds good, could I have some milk for our daughter please?" She asks, happy to see the puppies drinking some water before laying back down under their new owners feet.
"I think I'd like to try the berry juice please."
One of Mirrin's fingers traces along her golden tattoos. "Aroden believes I can be of some help to you. Personally, I am still quite tired of this life...of living. I have nothing here nor do I really want to have anything. My ties to Zahvroma were severed by Straub."
She brings her eyes to meet Sādhanā's. "What you want is to know about the Necromancers, right? If I tell you all you want to know, would it bother you if I just got on a ship and never came back? You don't need to tell Arista what you suspect will happen either."
Mirrin sighs, regarding Celia and Ylrhea with a brief glance. "That should be enough to satisfy Aroden and you."
Hadrinn approaches Ammon as he walks in. "Dining alone?"
Ammon simply nodded, "The usual please kind sir," the former mercenary ordered as he headed to his usual corner to put his back to.
"Could you remind me of what that is?" Hadrinn asks.
"A bowl of stew, half loaf of bread and some water please."
"We have chicken pot pie, braised lamb steaks and beef stew tonight," the woman tells the group as they decide on their drinks.
Hadrinn nods and goes to the kitchen. He returns a moment later with Ammon's order. "Here you are."
Elsa sat in her home in a state of shock over the letter she just received. Countess Telula, the Matriarch of Castle Snowhawke, had died in a carriage accident along with all of her daughters. Per family tradition, the mantel of Countess could only be taken up by one of frost born blood, which made the Half-Elf next in line. It was an 'honor' she could not refuse, and if she didn't go back they would send someone to bring her back. Something she most certainly didn't want to contend with, yet the thought to run far away certainly crossed her mind.
Grabbing her cloak, despite the fact cold didn't bother her, she headed to her parents place.
She thinks for a moment, "I think I'll try the lamb steaks and maybe a small bowl of the beef stew for Celine here."
Marla brings in the laundry as Elsa approaches. "Oh, hello there, stranger."
"The lamb steaks sound good to me as well," Alethiro says.
"Beef stew for me."
"I'll have the chicken pot pie, please."
In a tone quite uncharacteristic of her, "Mom, I've just received a letter from Snowhawke. Great Aunt Telula is dead."
Marla's face bears a serious expression. "What does this mean?"
"Normally nothing other than one her daughters becoming Countess of Snowhawke. But they all died with her in a carriage accident. Which makes me next in line," Elsa explained somberly.
"Thank you," Ammon replied before offering up a prayer to Sarenrae for his meal.
"I"ll have the lamb and some lemonade please." Cyna says.
"What will you have, Aunt Fae?" Gwen asks.
"I see," Marla remarks. "So...you'll be leaving us soon, I take it."