Aftermath of the Inn's fire

Northern Man nods his head , looks about " New looking look to this place i see ?"

*Alarm sounded and combat ensued in Minus*

Northern Man folding his arms and shakes his head at them " Why cant they just get along at all?"

* Alarm Bar shouts: The last of the tolls echoe through the air, ALL CLEAR!*

Northern Man moves his arse in and takes a seat "Mead? When you get a chance and dont mind all that commotion out side".

Wanita: "Men and world, a natural quest dont you think to empower and enrich one's gains through quarrels and wars." She says almost as if she was thinking aloud and makes her way to the kitchen to prepare the visitor's mead.

Northern Man turns and peers out the side watching the young show the egos and blood about the path "Never learn will they".

Wanita: Denoting his northern garb, she washes her hands in the basin. Drying it upon her skirt, she reaches to retreive a horn. A new vessel amongst many after the Inn's destruction.

Northern Man sighs and looks about the Inn " Something changed here isnt it? new tables and all i see since i was last here".

Wanita: A coincidence she had only this day ordered a keg of mead and ale from the new merchant with northern origin , she eases the spignot as she fills the horn with the amber liquid of the much accquired drink of Trovladsland. Feeling the weight of the horn increase, she tightens the spignot as she makes a beeline track back towards the Northern Man. She quirked a brow at his question as she holds the horn out towards him.....

Wanita: "Your mead, Sir" She says curtly as she studies his demeanour. "You know of what happened here then?"

Northern Man takes the horn of brew "No i am away much i never get time to rest why did i mis something?"

Wanita: "Just that you noticed the new furnishings yet you are unfamiliar to me. Not one of the village folks have said of such and it amuses me. You travel to Minus often then, Sir?"

Northern Man lifting it to his lips and knocks back a good mouthfull " i do at times depending on the trade ya know , tem sells well here and as for me been i have i pass by at times".

Wanita nods as she watches the happenings beyond only briefly before turning her attention back to the Northern Man. "I am Nita the Innkeeper, with whom do I share this moment of speak with?"

* Alarm sounds yet again and combat ensues *

Wanita sighs heavily as again the alarms pierce the air

Northern Man: jesys h christ

Wanita: Quickly she moves towards the wall as she presses her body against the hardened surface

Northern Man hands her the horn of brew "drink?"

Wanita takes the horn as she nods to the Northern Man whilst she tries to ascertain the going ons beyond the Inn. Unknowingly, she draws it to her lips as she keeps it pursed there, the mayhem that broke out amused her little as her income is put to paid. She took a few gulps and then sputters as she holds it back towards the Northern Man, saying in between chokes... "I dont drink"

Northern Man: "Well this is a great day out any chance of a room with out a arrow flying in on top of me." takes the mead and knocks it back "Ahhh thats Bass".

Wanita: As if she hadnt heard of a better suggestion, she moves towards the Northern Man as she nods... "Come with me!" She shouts above the din.

Northern Man: not yet in while i dont think i will stay here no sleep at all to got here

Wanita: Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she takes the long route to the side steps that leads to the rooms above.

Wanitae: "You want a room to save yourself from being a pin cushion?"

Northen Man: "No i will sail on after it goes quiet. cant be sleeping with all this going on like can i?"

Wanita laughs inwardly somehow finding humour in this bedlam. "One gets used to the din after a while but yes such is life in Minus."

Amidst the unsolved robbery suffered by the Inn Keeper, an additional puzzle is added to the mix. Does this visit bear relevance to the recent fire in The Big Cock Inn? What lays in wait for the peasant Inn Keeper?