"The fashioning of such a vessel is what draws my interest, MiLady. As you may be aware, we Druids tend to prefer to work in either metal, stone, or clay or even wood, being the elemental people that we are. This talk of using a volcanic rock to fashion a drinking vessel intrigues me."

Caratacus, having overheard the offer from his position stationed at the bar, looks in the direction of Sundirra and Thogeon, he raises his eyebrow and then speaks, addressing Thogeon, "I ask pardon for the interruption, my warrior friend, but did I just hear you offer the beautiful Elvin Lass a "Glass" of elvin wine? What pray, is this "Glass" that you speak of? It sounds as tho' tis a vessel of some sort, but I have only experienced the type of glass that is found on the side of volcanic mountains and although it is shiny and hard, it is also lumpish and black in color. I cannot imagine our Elvish Damsel friend wanting to drink such a fine spirit from such a material...surely the taste of the vintage would be ruined?"
The Druid spreads his hands out apologetically, then shugs as if mystified by his own question.

Catatus replies, "I do not doubt that my approach was unnoticed on my way from the Kitchen to the Baths. We Forest Walkers have a light step when walking. I did not mean to overhear you but as I passed, I could not but notice your emotions and your words to Boramir."
He shrugs and says, "Consider my passing fortuitous then, for I may be in a position to help and since you have requested it, I will do what I can to that end. Peace be on you, Leucippus. We will soon speak on this again, thinks I..."

Caracatus the Druid approaches Leucippus and says, "Pardon, good Bard but was it you that I spied standing over by the window early this morn? If tis true, then I know of a certain elf who may wish to speak to you, perhaps even the the one that I heard you make mention of. I believe that you mentioned requiring the assistance of an elf..."

Caratacus looks at Raquil and comments, "That was the fastest moving Hobbit that I have ever seen, and I have known many. I was going to offer her the mushrooms from my soup, since I do not care for them, oh well."
He smacks his lips, "The sauce for the bread certainly was delicious, I will have to ask how it's made, the next time I see that swift and small creature."

Caratacus, upon his return to the Inn, is greeted by a fantastic aroma of soup and fresh bread. His stomach begins to rumble once again as he realises that he hasn't eaten since the morning and prior to his ablutions.
He breaths in the fragrance deeply and says, " What is that wonderful scent that I smell? Is Boromir making more ambrosia in the kitchen? Is there any chance that I can get some, along with some of that fresh bread?"

* The Druid Caratacus quickly gets up from where he had been resting near the empty hearth and follows Re'Anna outside. Taking her gently by the elbow, he murmers, "Walk with me."
After turning the corner, he stops and says to her, " I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Kory, I was seated just behind you.
There's something I think I should relate to you. This morning, I saw a Bard standing at the window of the Inn alone. As I passed him on my way to the Baths, I couldn't help but to see that the Sun was making tears on his face glisten but more importantly, he held in his hand a lock of hair. But not just any hair, for it shone and glittered in the sunlight like molten gold.
I do not know the Bard, nor his name, but I would recognize his face, if I were to spy it once more.
If this information is of use to you, let me know and the next time I see him at the Inn, I will point him out to you so that you may speak together with him.
I gladly do this for the comradeship that you showed to me on my firat night here. It is the least that I can do in return for your kindness."

*With that, the Druid turns and begins to make his way back to the Green Dragon.*

"Ah, acceptance of the inevitable is usually the first step to inner peace. We Druids accept that to all things there is a season and an eventual end. The is nothing to fear, nothing to feel sorrowful for when the end comes, for it comes to all things in accordance with Nature's will."

*The Druid's jaw drops as he watches Barbus. Druids don't juggle and this is the first time Caracatus has seen such a display.*

"What is your ailment? Is it anything that the herbal healing knowledge of Druid lore can assist with?"

*Nods back to Jericho*
"Did you take care of that chore that you spoke privately to me about?

"I'll be sure to try it the next time he makes it."

"Certainly. The Boar Goulash that Baromir made today is very good and I can also vouch for the dark bread."

"My thanks, Barbus. Both for the information and the weapon. Please allow me to buy you a drink or some food to show my gratitude."

"Well, whatever it/they were, they didn't follow me into the city." He feigns wiping his brow and ventures a little smile.

"All this story-telling has worked up a thirst, is anyone serving this early? I could use a mug of Brew."

"Well, last night, I found myself alone and on the road after the sun had set, I had been hunting for a supply of mistletoe. As you may be aware, Druids are rarely without it."

"Being still unfamiliar with the area, I decided to continue on back to town in the gathering gloom because the moon was full and the road was clearly visible."

"After a few miles, my senses began to detect some sort of presence that seemed to be shadowing my steps from the undergrowth alongside the road. Soon I was sure of it because I heard a rustle and a twig snap, yet there was no discernable wind last night."

"Being armed with just my staff and not knowing the nature or number of my stalker, I began to make my way as quickly as my legs would carry to the town gates. I managed to make it to the guard shack unscathed but just as I entered the light, I heard a hissing sound but perhaps of more import, I felt a wave of hatred roll over me from behind."

"Can you tell me if there has been any recent news regrading a beast or other hunter entity that stalks night time travellers and can project such hostility? I admit that, being a Druid, I may be more in touch with the elements and energy flows than most but I don't think it was anything that I may have imagined. I think what I felt at the end of my flight was real..."

"Speaking of Barbus, and here he is! Good afternoon, sir! Do you perchance remember me from a few nights ago?"

"Oh, I do beg pardon. It must have been the cloak. Yes I believe that you and your companion were good enough to impart some information about my new surroundings on my first night at the Inn. I wonder, if you can spare the time, would you be good enough to impart a little more information? I was on the road last night and had a strange experience..."

If you enjoy a little spice, you will certainly enjoy Boromir's efforts for today.

Walks back in from the baths, looking much cleaner and feeling restored, thanks to Boromir's efforts.
Sees the elf and walks over.
"Greetings friend elf. Have we not met before? My name is Caratacus Gwrtheyrn and I would be honored to keep you company while you dine."