The Liquid Wallaby - Shining Gem of the Isles (TRANSITION)

[Barboneia]

Dom shivered. "Well, that's totally not disgusting." He looked over at a Pravyetian who had just walked in, wearing guard's armor and clutching a bloodied, battered shortsword. He collapsed into a seat near the other guard that had walked in earlier, warning about the siege. "It's better than having to fight an opposing army, though..."

Ava looked at the solider with a shocked expression.
"Whew. Ye-yeah, at least I don't..."

Dom crawled back over to her and leaned against her. More guards could be seen rushing past the bar. "Yikes... I hope they don't have too much trouble."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Cerril walks inside, examining his pistol. "Only about 30 shots left. Hope that'll last us the siege."

A Pravyetian dressed in bright red robes with a fancy, feathered hat steps inside, sighing. "Hopefully those Crusaders arrive in a timely manner."

[Barboneia]

A Pravyetian dressed in bright red robes with a fancy, feathered hat steps inside, sighing. "Hopefully those Crusaders arrive in a timely manner."

Francois shivers. "They shall bring only ruin and pain to the people of these lands..."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

A Pravyetian dressed in bright red robes with a fancy, feathered hat steps inside, sighing. "Hopefully those Crusaders arrive in a timely manner."

Francois shivers. "They shall bring only ruin and pain to the people of these lands..."

He looks down at him and shakes his head. "Oh, if it's happening to the Arkchil, I don't much care. I paid for their ships, they'd damn well better show up in time to kill our enemies for us."

[Barboneia]

Francois shivers. "They shall bring only ruin and pain to the people of these lands..."

He looks down at him and shakes his head. "Oh, if it's happening to the Arkchil, I don't much care. I paid for their ships, they'd damn well better show up in time to kill our enemies for us."

"...True, the sooner this war is over, the better for all of us."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

He looks down at him and shakes his head. "Oh, if it's happening to the Arkchil, I don't much care. I paid for their ships, they'd damn well better show up in time to kill our enemies for us."

"...True, the sooner this war is over, the better for all of us."

"War is quite profitable, amico, as long as we aren't involved." He twirls his moustache and sighs.

[Barboneia]

"...True, the sooner this war is over, the better for all of us."

"War is quite profitable, amico, as long as we aren't involved." He twirls his moustache and sighs.

"Hah, I've learnt that much in my years of trading."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"War is quite profitable, amico, as long as we aren't involved." He twirls his moustache and sighs.

"Hah, I've learnt that much in my years of trading."

"Indeed!"

He sighs and looks off to the side. "The Grand Mayor of Pravyet stuck in an Amerigi town... of all the places to have to hide."

[Crumlark]

Charlette tosses a half finished cigarette out the window, before the hostess saw that she was smoking inside while passing by.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Charlette tosses a half finished cigarette out the window, before the hostess saw that she was smoking inside while passing by.

The innkeep coughs loudly and glances over at Charlette. "Haven't seen you around here before."

[Crumlark]

The innkeep coughs loudly and glances over at Charlette. "Haven't seen you around here before."

"With good reason. I'm half the reason you don't see travellers twice around these parts." She looks away, out the window. "Do I need to order something to stay here?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The innkeep coughs loudly and glances over at Charlette. "Haven't seen you around here before."

"With good reason. I'm half the reason you don't see travellers twice around these parts." She looks away, out the window. "Do I need to order something to stay here?"

"Are you the one who's been murdering people willy-nilly?" She asks, before shaking her head. "Nah, this place is sort of like the town meeting place. Hang out."

[Crumlark]

"Are you the one who's been murdering people willy-nilly?" She asks, before shaking her head. "Nah, this place is sort of like the town meeting place. Hang out."

Charlette shakes her head. "Let's go with that. Easier answer than the truth." She offers the barkeep a patch of cloth. "In case you need one."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Are you the one who's been murdering people willy-nilly?" She asks, before shaking her head. "Nah, this place is sort of like the town meeting place. Hang out."

Charlette shakes her head. "Let's go with that. Easier answer than the truth." She offers the barkeep a patch of cloth. "In case you need one."

She looks at the patch of cloth and squints for a moment before handing it back to her. "What would I need a rag for? I've got my son to clear things."

Adri poofs into existence behind Charlette, leaning on her.

[Crumlark]

She looks at the patch of cloth and squints for a moment before handing it back to her. "What would I need a rag for? I've got my son to clear things."

Adri poofs into existence behind Charlette, leaning on her.

Charlette shrugs and puts the cloth away. "I don't know.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

She looks at the patch of cloth and squints for a moment before handing it back to her. "What would I need a rag for? I've got my son to clear things."

Adri poofs into existence behind Charlette, leaning on her.

Charlette shrugs and puts the cloth away. "I don't know.

The innkeep shrugs and picks something out of her teeth, staring at it. "... So that's the funny taste last week was..."

Adri twitches in absolute pertubment.

[Barboneia]

Charles slowly walked into the bar, wearing a long, finely made green robe, it's material of some sort of fur. He was also covered in blood. He wiped his brow and sighed. "This war... Keeps me in business, sure, but... Ugh... So many bodies..."

[Crumlark]

The innkeep shrugs and picks something out of her teeth, staring at it. "... So that's the funny taste last week was..."

Adri twitches in absolute pertubment.

Charlette puts her elbows on the table, sighing. "Lonely night."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The innkeep shrugs and picks something out of her teeth, staring at it. "... So that's the funny taste last week was..."

Adri twitches in absolute pertubment.

Charlette puts her elbows on the table, sighing. "Lonely night."

Adri waves her hand in front of Charlette incessantly.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Charles slowly walked into the bar, wearing a long, finely made green robe, it's material of some sort of fur. He was also covered in blood. He wiped his brow and sighed. "This war... Keeps me in business, sure, but... Ugh... So many bodies..."

Cerril walks past him with a shrug. "I've been enjoying myself. You know how easy it is to scare off an entire group of soldiers? Just cap one of them and the rest run off in terror."

[Crumlark]

Adri waves her hand in front of Charlette incessantly.

Charlette looks up and over her shoulder. "When did you get here?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Adri waves her hand in front of Charlette incessantly.

Charlette looks up and over her shoulder. "When did you get here?"

Adri inhales sharply and growls in annoyance. "I got tired of waiting on you, so I went off and found everything on my own... I was set to head into the Americas and get the last ingredient, but this stupid war has all the ships left at home..."

[Crumlark]

Adri inhales sharply and growls in annoyance. "I got tired of waiting on you, so I went off and found everything on my own... I was set to head into the Americas and get the last ingredient, but this stupid war has all the ships left at home..."

Charlette frowns, half-confused. "What war?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Adri inhales sharply and growls in annoyance. "I got tired of waiting on you, so I went off and found everything on my own... I was set to head into the Americas and get the last ingredient, but this stupid war has all the ships left at home..."

Charlette frowns, half-confused. "What war?"

"The Arkchil declared a jihad about a week or two ago despite an impending Christian invasion and continuing peasant revolts. Meaning the Pravyetians drafted all the merchant ships. Meaning I have no way to America, unless you expect me to swim half-way across the Atlantic ocean."

[Crumlark]

"The Arkchil declared a jihad about a week or two ago despite an impending Christian invasion and continuing peasant revolts. Meaning the Pravyetians drafted all the merchant ships. Meaning I have no way to America, unless you expect me to swim half-way across the Atlantic ocean."

Charlette frowns. "That is rather unfortunate..." she replied, frowning. "Sorry for being gone so often. I just had some errands to run while I was here."