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Post by The Smith on Jul 26, 2007 0:32:16 GMT -5
A modest-sized inn, covered in green ivy, stands beside the Rose Road just a few miles west of Bitterbridge. The innkeeper and his wife are both relatively young, and run the inn along with the help of a few others. Two small children often run in and out of the inn, where on a good day it is mostly full. On other days it is generally empty save for a few guests and the innkeeper's wife who will sit nursing a babe.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 26, 2007 0:51:04 GMT -5
A bright eyed singer, dressed gaily in red and green and blue motley, wanders into the inn and asks the innkeep if he can sings some songs for dinner and a place to sleep at night.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 26, 2007 11:57:33 GMT -5
"Of course", says the innkeep, "you can have the third room of the second floor. It is warm and I think you'll find it to your liking."
As if trying hard to continue the conversation he asks, "So what is your name, traveler?"
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 26, 2007 12:08:08 GMT -5
"I am called Beau Bluesong. How are the winds blowing here in this hamlet? Times are good, no?"
Beaumarin the Beauty retains a friendly, smiling demeanor. After leaving Illiam Meadow in Grassy Vale, he had traveled north to the Rose Road to test the political winds, travel incognito, and spread word of Callen's Laws where and when he could. Before he revealed anything of Callen here, however, he would have to determine the feelings of the innkeep and the local lord, if there was one.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 26, 2007 12:23:40 GMT -5
"They blow steady and strong. The times are good, but I only speak for myself and perhaps my family. What do you seek?" The innkeep was young, perhaps in his mid or early twenties with a wife that rarely left his side, and three children. He wore a green tunic that was laced with red stitchings, and a thick belt setting tight a simple pair of pants that seemed to hang above black riding boots.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 26, 2007 15:33:40 GMT -5
"What do I seek? That changes by the day. Yesterday I sought to sell my sword to any man with coin. I'd guard merchants and craftsmen and lordlings and sleep in the hedges when none would have me. Today, I seek songs and a fair lass to sing them to. Tomorrow, who knows? Better times for all men if it can be had, or if not I'll take a plump wife, warm ale and a spot near the fireplace."
"Is this inn here new? I've traveled the Rose Road many times with the wayns and wagons but not stopped here before."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 26, 2007 16:29:25 GMT -5
"Since I've met my wife, perhaps..." He paused and then began again very solemnly, "In the last days of Aegon's jolly reign I bought the land."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 26, 2007 16:49:14 GMT -5
"Were you a fighting man before that, then? You seem fit enough. Turning a stash of soldier's silver into some land in the hopes that it would grow might make a better life than a serjent's. That's why I sell songs, not my sword, these days."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 26, 2007 16:51:59 GMT -5
As if to himself, the innkeep said, "That's not all I'd hope has changed..."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 26, 2007 16:58:49 GMT -5
"Hmm, what's that, friend? How so?"
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Post by The Smith on Jul 26, 2007 17:01:27 GMT -5
The innkeep cleared his throat, "Life changes, mine certainly has...from hunting stags to stay alive, to owning my own inn. It has been quite a transition."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 26, 2007 17:10:27 GMT -5
"I can see that it would be. Did you have a sudden change in fortune, to go from poacher to provider?", Beau asks, while gesturing for an ale. "I'm still looking for my gust of good wind, I'd love to know where you found yours."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 26, 2007 17:18:30 GMT -5
"A strong sword and a fast hand", the innkeep seemed to blurt out.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 26, 2007 17:22:36 GMT -5
"So you were a soldier then. What with all the wars I guess all men our generation were. A good trade, and a good trade to get out of. Did you fight for a banner or a purse? I tried both and preferred coins to cloth," Beau says, taking a sip from his mug.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 26, 2007 17:35:55 GMT -5
"Neither. I fought for blood, and though it is no honorable trade I earned a fair share of gold."
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Hope you all are well and happy.