The Tall woman walks over to the  table, her  eyes  scan everyperson at the table, when the stop on Dras, her eyebrow  raises a bit, then she looks at Kree,..Are you Quickshadow?


 Looking up from his Bowl the  elf  Nods,..Aye, One of them..I am certain you have a good reason to come to my table and ask?

 she too a step back at this   and nodded slowly, I am  Gana,I am a scout  for the  Ironmound  Army...I heard  there might be coin in it  for me and my partners, if  we gave you information on a small nest of slavers?

   Kree sta back and gathered his wine glass to him,..that depends on the infromation...there may, indeed, be coin in it for you..however, should the information a pay for, turn false? then..I would be forced to hunt you down....so..you must wieght that against, what you think you know....

 Ivy  was looking over the  woman, but  went back to his wine galss, discounting her height,someone gave  us information a year ago...turns out that information was an ambush, 2 arrows died in that ambush...when we caught up to the "informant"...well...let's say they last few days  they lived,  was full of wailing  and cursing the day they  met us...

 The Woman studied to  two Elves, and galnced  around the table as she ran her information through her mind ....

In reply to the Inn (msg #76):

Justin rises from his seat, acknowledges the tall woman, smaller man and stocky man; noting the Battle axe in his hand. Goodfellow wouldst Thee consider resting Thy weapon arm. Rising he glances about in the hope of spotting some unused chairs they may use.

  The  sticky mad  grabs  a chair  and Pulls it  near the  table, he looks at the Pitcher of ale, and Licks his lips.

  Kree smiles  a bit,Aye, Justin, Move around to  this side of the table, let these three sit a bit... the elf  raised  his arm and one of the wairtresses came over,..Please, More Stew  , bread, and Ale..as well as more  sweet cream and  fruits...

  she nodds,  Giving Ivy a PLayfyul pat on the head  as  she ehads towards the  kitchen

In reply to the Inn (msg #78):

Justin nods moving to allow the trio to join and partake of the meal. Sitting opposite the stocky man. Filling a tankard for each and slipping it on the table before them he remained silent allowing them to make comment.

  As I have  Said, I am Gana, The short one is Frieless, The Tall one is Nok..threre were 4 our us, who have traveled  much of Laynak together, But we lost our  Priestess,Ella...she followed the  Hunter god...she was  taken by the Cat folk when we closed in on the   slaver  camp...there were 14 of us...as far as i can tell ,  we are the  only three to have made it out... I only saw one slaver  fall....

  Then that'll be three..cause i kilt one..an another  fell from the Morui Bowman's arrow... Frieless said  as he drank deep  from the ale.

 I saw none  fall, I managed to give a Panther, a deep cut, as they made off  with Ella...but ...we could not catch them, once they hit the swamp lands... Nok shook his head and  took a bit of  stew from the Old  Pot.

 two waitresses  came back with  the stew pots  and loaves  of  bread, and two more pitchers of  Ale.

Dras only shook her head at Ivy, only thinking of what she would do to cause him much pain as her attention slowly made its way to the three that came in. She sat up and leaned towards the table. "I remember that time. it was my first time as an arrow and my first skinning of a man. It was most joyful." She sat there a while, listening to the small groups story. "How soon ago had your party been attacked?"

  Ganna  Looked  at Dras with a little  bit of distaste,about a day or two...not  real clear, we were  lost int eh swamp a bit..an elven scout lead us here...

She ignored the look and faced Kree. "May I take a wager and head out to where they were last, perhaps I may find a trail to the cats encampment and find this Ella. They may have not decided to kill her or sell her yet." She looks to the rest of the team before ending her gaze back on the woman.

  Kree's eyes  watched the Tall woman as he spoke to  Dras, Youn have that Option, if you wish, But...if the elders  have a bead on those  Cats we fought, we might be heading in another  direction

  The  Woman looked at Kree,..YOu fought Cats?


  Ivy   chuckled,not a  Day before...that is where this   little lady came from..she  was with the Merchants who were attacked... we killed 13 of them..well...12..the elders killed the one  we brought in...

 ..You Jest now?  13 Cats..and you captured one...I thought you were speaking  seriously...

 The  two men scoffed at the thought.

  Lucy..please tell these....warriors...where we met?

  The elf's eyes became cold and hard,Then..you will tell us where you found the  camp.....

In reply to Drasius Flimtorn (msg #83):

Interesting until now One hath dismissed the concept of others who found the concept of death intriguing
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 Lucy smiled as she was asked to be a witness of the courage and fearsome battle-hardness of the Arrows. She glanced at the brooch on her vest and thought that she had lost some objectivity in the process, but she could still testify of what she had seen and lived.

 She turned to the newcomers and waved thoughtlessly towards her comrades, whose efficiency had impressed her the day before. She simply said :

  "Those guys are the real deal..."

 She grabbed the dagger at her belt and presented it like a trophy.
  "The Panther did not willingly give this to me."

  Nok's eyes get a bit  wider...A Cat knife?

  Kree  waves  at  Lucy, If you go to the   smithey  You can  buy  a few of them, , maybe evena Cat sword or  two if you hurry..

 Gana  shakes her  head, ...if you go into the forest towards the North end...and follow the outskirts of the  swamp...about  a mile  or so before  THe Storm...there will be a path into the heart of the swamp...somewhere down that path..is the camp...

In reply to The Inn (msg #87):

Wouldst Thee, Gana,Frieless anst Nok, consider avenging Thy fallen suitable enticement to either join us, or become members of the Crimsion Arrows.

Dras looked to Justin looking as tho she wanted to smile with his first analogy of her. Then listen to the woman explain the directions. Without hesitation she Jumps from her bed of pillows and heads towards the door before stopping and looking back to Justin. "It is the thrill of death that takes me to these places. As far as my concern for others outside the pack, I only care fore the end reward that turns greater by the one needing to be saved." She looked to the woman with a grin. "Which better be paid in full or there will be a new skin for my wardrobe." She then turns again and heads out towards her home.

 Kree Watches her  head towards the door  with a slight smile on he r face,..It seems  Dras  is  going  swamp hunting, with  or without us....It should not be  much longer, before  we hear news, one  way or the other  from the Elders.

 Ivy watches   Dras  walk by, and when she makes her  Comments  her chuckles,..we  all know, her wardrobe is mostly her skin....  he  grins over his shoulder at her.

 Gana Looks at Justin then to her  two friends, who are eagerly eating, they look up , Frieless wipes  his mouth  with the  back of his hand, I wouldn't  mind sticking  my Blade in the chest of  one of those Bastards...

In reply to Drasius Flimtorn (msg #89):

It be true then, Thee hath a need to court eternal rest... Mind if we be elsewhere on Thy relocating us to be wary of approach, for yon be a world of much uncertainty he bid as the drow set about her own purpose. Turning to face the trio and judge their reaction to his proposal.

 The young recruit smiled when Ivy mentioned Drasius' wardrobe. Surely they were two different kind of female, not to mention her blood being purer than Lucy's.

 She did not seem to be much in a hurry to go after more cat folks, not as much as some others at least. But if immediate departure was what the Arrows had in mind, she would be ready to leave.

Durzak keeps his ears opening to the conservation going on at the table.

  A small elf Miad enters the Inn. Dressed in the  robes of a beginer Sage, she looks  around  as if a bit unsure...then heads to the  table....Kree?...Um.. the  Elders  said..they have  no further  word on the Cats that you have hunted...they..um...do not have the time to come  and see you now..but they...um...well...said  they will get word to you..as...um..they  find out?

   At first  Kree's face shows  a bit of  angry, but softens  as he sees the   girl is overly nervous...so?  the  Elders of this  great village..cannot find the  time to talk with us?...the son of one of them? So they send brave Olana to speak the words  they would dare not say?

  Ivy Motions for Olana to sit, he pushes  a plate in front of her as he  places berries and fruit on it, a  a very very large pile of sweet cream on it,here you go, Brave Olana...the  spoils of being the  sacrificial lamb...

 her eyes  grow  wide at the tray, she looks  from Ivy to Kree...Kree nods his head with a smile. Relax...enjoy..if they are gonna  send you into the dragon';s  den...they cannot expect you to run back, straight away...If the Master Sage  has Issue  with this, tell him I will come speak to him about it...in person..

  she smiles  all the more and picks up a wooden spoon, placing some blueberries on it and dipping it into the  cream,..Thank You, Master  Quickshadow...Master  Nightblade! and  she takes the spoonful of cream and berries  with a very pleased look  on her face.

 Well, My friends...our course is set then...let us  find out   about the swamp slavers...if  we get wind of the Cats, we will change direction...i am thinking, we  might find some Cats with this Hunt as well...the CAts  are never too far from the slavers...
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 The Group moves  tot eh western gate of the Village...this gate, and walls  are re-enforced, there is an extra  topwer on this  side   and  is  armed  with Balliste, as well as   Elven archers.

 Kree  W aits by the Gate with  Ivy. Ivy is Humming  a  song  and   is doing  some little  dance moves, as Kree watches  and shakes his head.

In reply to donsr (msg #95):

Watching Ivy's jig brings a glint of mirth to his eye An interesting form of evocation good Ivy, doth such enhance Thy prospect with the fair...
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  Kree Nudges  Ivy...a tad  solidly..and Ivy stops  and looks at him, then to Justin. I have  had  a pretty fair night...indeed..My Cousin..does not  see to think such things  are worthy  of a bit  of celebration...

 The  Lead Arrow   scoffs a bit,...we are  Crimson Arrows, you dance  about  like that, some folks will think us Minstrals...

"That's because he is the minstrel of the pack." Darius says as she drops a pack on the ground. "That or the clown. What are you celebrating this tame Ivy? you got to bed another maiden finally?" She smiles and winks to Kree. Her mood seemed to have changed since the night of the last.

  Ivy feigned  a look of hurt as he grasped his chest where is heart is,..you wound  me with your  Words, dark princess... Just because...

   Ivy....

  The Blue-eyed  elf  nods,Aye... but  she asked me!

Durzak arrives at the gate and listens to the conversation going on among the party but he keeps his comments to himself.