this is a night of verbal battles, i think i will watch for a while

"calliope can I get anouther brew please."

*Phara whispers* "Alatariel, maybe we should rethink our position on Rathil, I hear he is pretty powerful, according to rumours of the fight last night. He came out of a serious battle with a wizard henchman, unscathed."

*Leans in and smiles*

I am getting at nothing happens in any part of this land that I do not hear about. If a family of beavers decide to build a damn in the river 2 miles from here it is cleared through me. You may not like me, You may not want anything to do with me, but I am an asset you cannot afford to shun so if you want to find Esane you would do well to remember that.

*Jericho in his drunken rage cannot contain himself anymore. He leaps from his chair at Rathil. Rathil fully expecting the attack already has his wand in hand. He expels a bit of magic and a sticky web of goo shoots from the tip covering Jericho from head to toe and sticking him to the stool*

I warened you my friend...

*Rathil stands up and moves to leave. As he is walking out he says*

Someone may want to cut an airhole for the poor boy. Wouldn't want him suffocating now would we?

*Rathil leaves the inn*

Calliope turns to the Minotaur, "One on one battles are small, but great wars are seldom won on the battlefield. I dont think Ive met you," shakes her head...jumps off her chair, grabs her bowl and tucks her silver spoon in her pouch. She passes Jerichos table and looks at him in a fierce look, "you obviously dont keep your promises, Jericho, Im very disappointed. My judge of character is usually very good." She picks up the bowl and pours it on his lap and then runs for cover as she cracks up hysterically...

they may be small, but one on one battles tell the measure of a true warrior, and guages his heart for the true war that always comes to him

*Jericho is struggling to get out of the web. He barely has one nostril free which is the only reason he hasn't suffocated yet although it is clear it is hard for him to breath. The strands seem too tight around him for him to get any leverage. After a short while of struggling he just sighs and sits there waiting for the magic to wear off*

*He wonders why with all the people around him no one has decided to help him. Another crappy end to another crappy day he thinks to himself as he can't talk.*

*feisty little hobbit...wonders whats gotten into her*

She stands up for she is taller than 3ft now..."What you do not understand is that you are but a soldier fighting for a cause created by a greater power...you the pawn will fall but the kings will live on. I say stop your foolish fighting and remember the day when we come together as one, will work in your favor for the the good of all." she tires of the speeches as her energy weakens

kings come and go, but the warrior lives on forever, through his kinsmen and his bloodlines. kings are but mere humans that have taken power at the tip of a sword. warriors take lives and lands at the behest, so the kings should be grateful to have us

"I am a warrior not a soldier. I am no ones pawn. I pick and choose who and what I fight for. If I feel the cause is worth fighting for I will fight. And yes there may be a day when we all come together as one and we shall have to fight together for the good of all."

*tired of seeing Jericho struggle he walks over and cuts him out of his sticky web.*

"Take it easy. You've had a long day"

"Alatariel, how do you feel about returning to your bed? This has been a rough night for you." *Phara thinking alas, she (Alatariel) would need her rest, as her life may depend on it. Esane was already closer, than anyone thought.*

*Jericho practically growls as he stands up free of the webs. He nods a silent thank you to the only one in the inn willing to help him before he tries to storm out the door after Rathil. Most of his walking is swaggered because of the drink. As he is walking through the door he draws his dagger and sets off down the street after the elf*

Goes to grab a mug from the bar...and finds all are gone...mumbles to herself, "this is just what I needed...the thugs want their poison rather than listen to what I have to say, they better heed their words for I may surprise them later..." rounds up the mugs and cups and brings them to the kitchen.

*Shakes his head thinking Jericho should have just called it a day.*

she speaks loudly while the kitchen door is open, "Arent you the tough one and you still have yet to tell me who speaks with such piercing tongue,"

"Calliope, some hear your wisdom more than others, but egos do get in the way. Don't dispair, your words will ring in their ears.

some people are a lil high strung

She brings out a fresh batch of mugs and places them behind the bar...pours a goblins brew and hands it to Thogeon.