Apolgogy offered.

[Arboc]

Milady Cyren,

For my actions of yesterday, I apoligize. It was never my intent to disrespect your house.

As you can see, all the tables are upright once more. Every chair that I broke along others that I didn't have been mended. Your floor has been scrubbed and a new coat of wax is currently drying. The holes in your roof are gone. On the hall's center table I leave a giant Bouquet of wild flowers, next to a bar of solid gold. There is no further reason for my stay. I shall never enter your tavern again.

 

[Cyren]

Cyren smiles as she wakes and gets her first good look at the tavern, upright, back in place. Better than she left it. She smells the flowers with closed eyes and splays her hand out over the cool bar of gold.

She frowns at the "I shall never enter your tavern again."

Her head shakes slowly and she sits down heavily in a chair, leaning back and rolling her neck from side to side. She looks tired. She hates hitting level ground only to see it stretch out flat in all directions. How sad.

She doesn't quite cry, but her eyes blur a little and some of the corners of the tavern mock her with past hurts, past misunderstandings...and past understandings where the light of day was finely etched on the ugly.

Her hand grips the bar of gold and she decides to make the best of it. At least there won't be more cleaning today, she has plans for the wood, for the walls, for the whimsy.

She sighs and rises up from the table, sparing one last self-pitying comment. "Never fails. I meet someone I like and then I open my mouth and they never want to see me again." She shrugs and lets it go, fate goes this way sometimes. You've got to let them go when they walk out. Children, lovers, friends, it's all the same. She lets them go. She smiles and then remembers more about the past hurts, past misunderstandings and the superficially ugly. "Sometimes they come back. Not everyone leaves for good. I always get something from it." She pats the gold again and thinks of all the treasured memories she's had, all the lessons she's learned and all the life she's lived.

Her day is spent in small acts of creation. Okay, so some of them stink and have to be put outside in a hurry, but creation nevertheless. She resists the urge to open the casks of mead to see how they're coming along. "Can't dig seeds up to see if they're growing."

 

[LadyChina]

Knight cap

*arriving at the Sword Swamp tavern after a long rewardless day spent searching for a particular gypsy caravan known to be traveling the lands near Sword Swamp, the Lady stops to admire a huge bouquet of wild flowers sitting next to a bar of gold. A parchment lies nearby. Though discretion was supposedly the better part of valor, she'd always found that bold trespass was always more informative. She read the note addressed to Cyren.*

"Bah, like a drowning man who grips a beam from his shattered vessel in an attempt to preserve his life, so too is Arboc trying to hold on to his foolish dream of harmony. My spider and its magics really put a dent in his helm though, *chuckles*, I almost feel sorry for him. Well, chaos isn't born easily. What is?"