Farewell, Jericho, I enjoyed chatting with you, until next time."

... till the next time Jericho

*Alatariel enters then Inn*


*looks around the room. notices that someone is in her usual table. so she sits at the bar*

*He idly taps on the table with a hand at the sudden silence.*

*get's up from the bar stool and starts to walk out"

"till the next time, be safe"

*See's Alatariel sit by the bar... whispers into her ear..."I'll be back tomorrow, hope to see you again" and proceeds to walk out.

Caracatus looks up and sees Alatariel sitting alone at the bar, "MilLady Elf, please, do not sit there alone and looking forlorn, I pray you, join us and grace us with your wit and beauty and we will endeavor to put a smile on your pretty face."

(Druids are known to have high charm points, LOL!)

*startled by the half elf's words she jumps and flushes a deep shade of red*

I am sorry dear sir but I just have a lot on my mind. I will join you for a few minutes maybe you can set my mind at ease for a spell. Caractus is it?

"And you Raquil, will you not join me and regale me about you fine wares? I have a little gold in my pouch and my Druid's sickle is near worn out, for the branches of the Mistletoe are hard and difficult to cut."

Well I have two types of items in my Cart, the cheap mundane Items anyone could probably afford and the expensive magical artifacts I collected over the years during my travels. Most people would be unable to afford the latter though.

*sits and listen as the two men argue over the wares*

*drifts off into her own thoughts*

*looks around and thinks to herself*


Men ugh! I will never understand them

*Looks away from Raquil to the Half Elf, then holds up his hand to silence the little man,

"Caracatus, MiLady. If you don't mind my saying so, you appear most pensive indeed. Is there something on your mind that perhaps either of us may assist with? Sometimes just speaking aloud of your troubles can help to ease them somewhat."

I am sorry. Caracatus. I am just not myself. I have just been pondering some news I was given that is all. I am Alatariel.

"Ah, the note that I saw you puzzling over, no doubt? Is it anything that I may be able to help with? If it's a translation you need, in my travels, I have been required to learn many languages. In my Druid training, I was taught to read into what may have been hidden, either deliberately or otherwise..."

*Sometimes he cares about being rude, sometimes he doesn't. This time he doesn't and he is just listening in on the conversation.*

No it is nothing like that. I understand everything the letter has to say. It is a letter from my deceased father written before I was born to my mother.

"I see..." Caratacus strokes his beard as he thinks for a moment, "and no doubt you would prefer not to speak to near-strangers about it's contents, they being personal, even though they vex or perplex you." Hmmm, Caratacus thinks to himself, there must be someone who can help her, one so lovely should not be left to suffer alone.

"Is there someone that can help you? I would be quite happy to help you locate them for you. I may not know many here, but I do not shrink from asking the assistance from strangers. We Druids may be a soft spoken race who tread lightly but we are known to be very tenacious, some of us can even be accused justly of being downright stubborn.", he says with a little wink.

I can attest to that

*Jericho says as he walks back into the bar*

I have yet to meet a druid that wasn't overly stubborn

"Ahh, perfect timing, Jericho! Please join us, here take my seat next to MiLady and lend your wisdom to her plight, I implore you!
I must excuse myself for a few minutes to go out back of the Inn to use the..." He glances at Alatariel, then back at Jericho, winking from the side of his face that she cannot see, "amenities. I will return shortly."