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Enjoy this meal, and make your way to the famed Keg & Eagle for the night when you tire of exploring our fair city. Your room and board, and any other entertainment is covered by the Crown this night. With the help of the gods, Hamilton should be able to hear the tales of your adventures in Korvosa come the morn."
An army of servants has in quite short order set up what appears to be a Tavern table... Rough-hewn wood planks make up a table and several chairs. The grizzled dwarf oversees the final touches on the setup, and personally sets out a cup at each place setting. The cups are pewter Mugs, each of a respectable size and heft, as well as one small one, fit for a lyrakien azata. Each cup is inverted. "Welcome adventurers, please join King Odric in this poor analogue of the Keg & Eagle's common room. Be at ease and of good cheer. Ale will flow, meat will sizzle, friendships will burgeon, and cares will fall away."
As the coolness of night seeped through the massive stones of Castle Korvosa, the old dwarven seneschal approached the plain wooden door, empty of decoration save a carved wooden cup, upturned of course. Grough pushed the door open and entered King Odric’s chambers with a small serving tray holding two mugs. With his rolling gait, the old dwarf crossed the carpeted floor toward the stone hearth and the man seated before it. Grough stoked the fire a bit after setting the tray down without a word. The King stirred and snapped out of his reverie with a start. His infectious grin was unchanged after nearly three decades on the throne, and he greeted his old friend warmly. He gestured at the empty chair but the dwarf politely declined the opportunity to breach etiquette as he always did. Odric sighed, stood and grasped his tankard while handing the second to Grough. The two raised their mugs and the King stated simply, “To Korvosa,” to which Grough rumbled his customary reply, “May her enemies wither and die, may her walls forever hold, May her daughters ever please the eye, And in battle her sons be bold” The two drank deeply of the slightly chilled brew, and wiped the foam from their grey whiskers with satisfied sighs. They stared into the fire in amicable silence for a bit, until King Odric turned to Grough to bid the dwarf a good night.
"Sir, as a reminder, both the East and West Defensive walls will be complete in the morning. Also, ye may double check with the good Captain, but I'm fairly certain that the Vanguard will return from the field tomorrow, with a new compliment of Cavalry Archers, freshly trained and qualified. They ought to number 25, if'n all of 'em passed LT Baird's muster." Grough thought for a moment, and after a few calculations, "I believe I have it all worked out to ensure the Ceruleans are paid off properly. It'll involve shifting things about a bit, but it can be done. And I believe there will be no real impact on operations. It may tighten things up a bit for a bit, but we'll manage." Grough's confidence is reassuring, especially since Odric hasn't got much of a head for figures.
"Sir, I have placed all of the household compliment, 15 Elite Guards and 5 Ceremonial Guards, under Captain Oso's command for the night. And while the curtain walls are not yet completed, we are secure within as the original wooden walls remain intact." The scarred veteran seems a bit wistful that he isn't part of the defense, but his time stomping about in Plate mail ended decades ago. "If'n anyone makes a run at us, methinks they'd do well to keep runnin' right on by." |
