The Bartender looks at the Blond man. with broad toothy smile. "One mug of Ale comin' right up sir!" He reaches beneath the counter and takes out a large metal mug and places it under the barrel standing next to him. He starts tapping the ale as speaks up with his booming hoars voice. "You're new here, aren't you? What brings your travels here, friend?" He stops tapping and turns around. A bit of the Ale spills over his hand, as he turns, placing the mug infront of the Blond man.

The Bartender raises a brow. "Is that so? Well I don't know of where you came from, but around these parts, it's as good as any place to get a new start. Just like old Rogers, old man of the Army in some distance land. Deserted after his comrades betrayed him. Now he got wife and four kids running around in the city." The Bartender smiles broadly, as he starts to pulish some of the empty mugs. "A cottage though? Sure can be windy here, and we have some ravenous animals that has gone after the livestock lately. So keep safe out there alright?" The Bartender looks at the blond man, thoughtfully.

The Bartender lets out a deep chuckle. "Harhar! Yes, perhaps you will, sir. But why do you think your journey has been blessed I wonder? What's your story?" He turns his back on the last words, and puts the polished mugs back to the self, reaching. He then bends down in his knees slightly, taking out a plate of cheese and berries. He turns about to place the plate in front of the Blond man. "On the house, tell me your story, why don't ya?" He smiles, taking a piece of cheese stuffing it in his mouth before leaning slightly onto the desk, looking at the Blond man.

The bartender stands up looking at the Blond man, he raises a hand to scratch his nose. "As you wish then. No need to share if you don't wanna." He says. He takes a berry and pops it into his mouth. Moving a hand to scratch his bare chin for a moment. "The divines has it with leading us where we are needed. Perhaps you have met many bad men, in order to truly appreciate it when you meet a good one eh?" He smiles again. He grabs an empty mug from the corner further down desk. It would be different from the others, it would be far more elaborate, and well kept. Hardly a dent in the polished metal. The Bartender cleans up the mug thoroughly, before placing it on a top shelf, with a collection of identical mugs just as well kept. All of them bearing a different sigil.

"But if you are a carpenter, then I hope I can ask for your assistance when some of the furniture in here needs replacement, heh. Hope you don't mind." He smiles, turning back to the Blond man. "Do you need a place to stay for the night by chance? or are you going straight to the cottage?"

The bartender prepares another mug of ale for the man, as he speaks in wise tone. "A man in such a hurry is either running from something, or rushing to another. Remember to stop up and look around you sometimes, friend. Otherwise you might get lost." He smiles and places the mug down for the Blond man. He takes a look behind him and yells through the doorway behind him. "Tipple! That's enough for tonight, you go home, and meet again tomorrow when the Rooster crows!" He halts fo a moment before shouting one more time "And don't forget put a lit on that barrel again!".

Skittering rush is heard out in the kitchen followed by a humbled "Y-y-ye-yes s-sir!" before a door is closed shut in there, and the sound of person running away from the establishment is heard outside. The Bartender looks to the Blond man and smiles "But aye, take a look around you, some of furniture in here are worse for wear, and will soon be needing replacement. The owner wants it to be pleasing for the customers, so he ain't skittish about payment."

Posted By Xanderill at 09:03 AM - Thu Feb 23 2017

A Young man, not barely of 22 summers walks into the bar, soaked in the newly lain rain. Though barely of average height, his chin is strong and his build tells a story of hard work and many nights travelled. The shuffling of mixed plate and leather armor can be heard as he enters the bar. As he approaches the Bartender, his face weary and tired, he studies him for a moment before laying a silver coin on the table before sputtering out "Water, please kind sir." .

The bartender looks to the young man, He takes the silver and bites into it ones. He nods as he starts to prepare a glass and fills it water. With a chuckle he puts and answer to the request. "Water? Heh, seems like you've already had your share in this weather." The bartender places the glass infront of the young man. With a smile. "Care to have something to eat as well?"

Posted By Xanderill at 11:26 PM - Sun Feb 26 2017

"Thank you ser, but that is something I've had plenty of for today. Ran into a villager on the way here, gave me some bread and a bunch of apples and pointe me here." He stares at the ring on his finger, pure gold with a dark green jewel. Engraved on the jewel is a symbol of a dragon holding a shield in front of it. The young man shuffles through his bag in search of something, and before long, pulls out a letter with a large wax seal on it, seemingly foreign from the looks of it. "Do you know anything about this seal?" The seal is of two snakes wrapped around one another in a knot similar to that of the Celts.

scowls at the seal for a moment, he snorts slightly taking a used mug starting to polish it with the cloth in his other hand. "Hrmm, can't tell... I see a lot of seals in these parts. Why and who asks?" He turns his head as the door opens to the tavern and a stranger enters -

Posted By TheGuardian at 3:50 PM - Mon Feb 27 2017

A black robed and hooded man enters the Rooster and Kitten. A silver blade etched with golden runes is sheathed to his side. Lowering his hood to reveal dirty blond hair and blazing blue eyes, he sits at the counter.

"A glass of rum for me, please," He asks in a near exhausted tone. "And I'll pay for my waterskin to be filled."

• Raises the brow at the exhausted Blond man. He takes the freshly cleaned and polished mug and leads it under the barstand. The sound of liquid pouring into the mug for a moment before stopping with a few drips. He places the mug in front of the newcomer. "Welcome to the Rooster and Kitten stranger, mighty fine blade you got sheathed there. Let's keep it sheathed like that, right? It will seven silver for a refill of your waterskin. It's the cleanest water in area." He glances back at the Young man he talked to before, then returns his attention to the blond. "Running from the rain outside?"