Thimble was now just returning from the lake, the bright and shining daystar was beginning to dip off over the shaddy horizon, just as she entered the Tavern. She did not care for the people within, having their daily chit-chat and conversations over their supper, she only cared about her bottle and the contents within it. In her arms, she held her corset and vest, her daggers asymetrically placed under her belt, her bright and colorful hat was pulled very nearly all the way down to her sunken and gloomy eyes.
She walked through the Tavern to a table in the far back corner, away from most people, at slow and wobbly pace, her head down looking at her scuffed up and mud covered shoes. At the table awaited her prized bottle, once was filled with the purist of waters, was now filled with emotion extinguishing liquid. As she reached her table, she let her things fall on to it before sitting down on the bench closest to the wall. Thimble snatched the bottle from where it stood, popping off the cap and taking many generous swigs before setting it back down, one fifth gone, and proceeded to lean back against the wall and pull her hat completely over her eyes and simply listened.
Standing atop a table of his own, Cail looked up periodically to see who came and went through the front doors. He noticed the little gnome as she arrived but only in a passing glance, for he was attending to other matters at the moment.
In one claw he held, rather tried to hold, a quill between two toes, but because of the awkward grip, the pen was fumbled many times over. Open in front of him was a small leather bound journal that seemed to have many ink blots and small scribbles of attempted writing. Dropping the quill yet again, a deep sigh was heard as he left it lying there dripping black ink onto the table.
Packing all the items away, he tucked the book underneath his wing and looked around to see Desiderio. Turning his gaze from the Angori, Cail saw Thimble in the back looking rather down herself. So he hopped from table to table and ended up standing in front of her, waiting for her to say something.
The earlier comment that Desi-D made had already phased over her, not much caring if people didn't like her new habit.
Thimble heard the tiny pit pat noise of sharp somethings hop on to her table infront of her. With a slight jolt, she lurched her back forward and lifted up enough clothe to expose one of her eyes, to look up up to see who it was. If he was observant enough, he'd notice that they were rather red and many tear stains were vertically crossed with her cheeks. She sighed heavily and let go of the lifted bit of her hat, it falling back over her eye, letting her hand drop back to her side, her head down, as if looking into her lap.
She spoke with a small and broken voice, not nearly as high pitched as it used to be. "Hello, Cail.. How are you today?"
She frowned and looked off over to Desi-D for a moment, feeling bad that she didn't respond to him, but her remorse quickly faded as she was reminded of the events that took place the other day, her hands gripped the edge of the bench and her knuckles went white. "Zwey..." She murmured quietly, and grabbed her bottle again, taking another harsh gulp, then setting it back down. "He's gone." She cleared her throat and leaned back again, wiggling her back against the wall for a second to get comfortable. "Along with the Gallimaufry guild hall."
A twisted grin curled on her lips as she could hear the reaction from her news in his voice, looking back up at him and pulling her hat back from her eyes, still both red and irritated. "I don't know," she said with mix of her original voice and of someone who has finally faced the harsh cruelty of the world, "but how you just felt, I felt that the minute his flesh became a blaze, I was working in the mines and it hit me, something was very wrong..." Her grin slunk back down into a frown, her gaze returning to her lap, playing with a tear she'd had in her skirt long before coming to Jastery. "I couldn't do anything to stop the flames... I just stood there and watched, like an idiot."
Cail felt truly saddened by the news and his shoulders drooped a bit as he hung his head slightly. "Dimm ve un nureem... veight marcohn," he said quietly like he was trying to prove somethig to himself. Looking back up to Thimble he placed his free wing on her shoulder and said, "I'm sorry. This lost is felt by many. Perhaps we should give him a farewell after we collect his remains?"
Syra could over hear the conversation between Cail and Thimble. She raised an eye brow as they spoke of the remains of a person and a fire. She looked to Cail and spoke softly "Who's remains?" her tone meant no harm and she had a look of curiosity, wondering who they could be talking about.
"I just told you, he's gone." Her voiced was raised slightly, not hearing that what he was merely trying to say was to honor him, when she heard get over losing one of the people you looked up to. "There isn't anything left of him, he's gone, all that's left is ashes." She huffed out a breath and took another drink, and paused to calm herself down. "Not yet, it doesn't feel right to honor him yet..." She leaned back against the wall, still looking at him with a look of contimplation on her face before opening her mouth again, this time at Syra. "Hmm..." She leaned forward and looked Syra dead in the eyes and said. "If I were you, I'd stop your ease dropping and take it somewhere else." Now normally, she'd be more polite, but earlier events and Thimble's new habit made it rather hard to be polite.
Syra smiled a wicked smile. "I don't believe I was speaking to you. Not my fault you talk loud enough for me to hear" The Captains tone changed completely, she was almost ready to have the gnomes head. "I didn't realize curiosity was a crime" Syra took one more sip of her drink and gave another dark smile.
"Surely the fire wasn't hot enough to burn his horns," he said trying to use a comforting tone amidst his own remorse. Then, as Syra spoke, he turned. As he stared at her, his eyes shown with an uncharacteristic hatred as if fire burned bright behind his large blue eyes. "Viiradro, yungriim orvah," he said with that same inferno mixing into his voice. Looking to Thimble again he said quietly, "Whenever you're ready, we'll do the service."
He then turned to face Syra, growing a little in size, and watched as FuChu entered the tavern.
"I checked a little while after and couldn't find them... Just a pile of ashes and stone rubble." She frowned and felt the water in her eyes stir and sting from the irritation, taking the back tip of her hat and pressing it to the corner of her eyes. She cleared her throat and nodded up at Cail. "Thank you." She took another swig from the bottle, the contents running down her throat like the fire she saw just days before.
-Horns?- The Captain thought to herself, a puzzled look crossed her face. When Cail turned to her and spoke in an unfamiliar language a surprised look crossed her face. She could see the anger in his eyes her toned softened as she spoke once more almost in a whisper "I meant not harm Cail. I was just curious that's all" The elf took another sip of her drink and remained quiet. She continued to think to herself trying to figure out which Angori had turned to ash.
Cail exhaled heavily at Syra's words and continued to stare at her trying not to let his anger rise again. He hadn't experienced anger like this in many mestruns and didn't know how he felt about it. As he kept still, he shrunk to his smallest size again, a few feathers on the back of his neck still standing.
Fu sat calmly and sipped his ale, He continued to observe the situation queitly after some time he spoke up in an almost whisper "Thimble san, why are you upset?" He sipped once again and observed Cail who shrank down into a smaller bird "That is very new Cail san"
The sun had now set and the door to the tavern creaked open barely with a sound, as the dark clad figure of Akon could be seen sweeping into the tavern. She seemed keeping to herself, as she often did entering the tavern, sharp eyes scaning over the occupants as she walked towards the foodstores and kitchen. But she then rose a brow, pausing in stride half way to the kitchen door. "The hell is wrong with you lot?" She asked, noting how grim and fustrated everyone seemed to be.
Thimble sighed and looked over to Fu and then looked at Syra, in her head thinking some what nice my foot, then back to Fu. "Someone I looked up to a saw as a role-model, and a friend, is gone and is now nothing more then a pile ashes." She finished speaking right as Akon had approached the table, Thimble breathed out with exaggeration. Without much warning or hesitation, she got up on her wobbly legs and stood on the bench, taking her bottle and taking a drawn out gulp, and set down her bottle with a loud thunk that could be heard throughout the Tavern. "Zwey is dead." She announced bluntly. "He burned down the blasted Gallimaufry guild hall with him in it."
Cail looked to Fuchu as he spoke, "Yes, I recently aquir-" He stopped mid sentence as Akon walked in. The feathers on the back of his neck stood straight again as he looked at her. Shaking slightly as his talons bit into the wooden surface of the table, he dropped his journal from under his wing and it came to rest in front of him. Picking it up with his claws, he turned a flew out of the open window behind him, the gouges in the table being all he left behind.
Fu coughed mid sip of his ale. He looked at Thimble the Gnome that brought such somber news. Fu reached into his pocket and gripped tightly on something. He dropped his tankard in shock. Speechless he attempted to gather his wits. Zwey, his friend. A comerade gone. His thoughts attempted to make sense of it all, A dishonorable death? was it senpuku? but why take the guild hall. Fu's thoughts exploded screaming in his mind preventing him from making words. After Cail took his leave Fu gathered himself enough to speak. "I, I am sorry for your loss Thimble san. For all our losses, a...Nakama," shaking his head "Comrade, gone." Fu attempted more but only mumbled and shook his He stood and bowed as he walked away. As he exited he pulled out a bead "It seems these times are hard....for us all" Mumbling under his breath he exited
Syra sat there with a annoyed look on her face and began to mumble to herself just as Akon walked into the tavern. The Captain glanced at Akon then back to the group. She then took another sip of her drink, as Thimble hopped onto the table and announced the death of Zwey. Rum spewed from the elfs mouth and she began to cough, a rather shocked look crossed her face as she started to speak. "What?! You're kidding? Zwey, gone?" Syra stared blankly at the group almost surprised.
Thimble watched the stammered expressions of the people around her, and felt a bit of spewed rum get on her, glaring at Syra for a moment before suddenly feeling very ashamed to be the one to deliver such horrible news, she wasn't even sure if it was her news to give but she had basically just told the whole Tavern of this horrible event, without warning but from the mere thunk of her bottle containing the only possible thing that kept her from insanity. Thimble looked back down, this time at her boots and began to collect her things, and her bottle. "Sorry to have disturb everyones supper..." She mumbled quietly, still looking down, not wanting to look at anyone in the eyes. Thimble hopped down off the bench. Nearly forgetting Akon's question she turned around and looked her in her eyes. "I don't know..." Is all Thimble said before turning back around and proceeding to exit the Tavern, debating if she even attempt to sleep or go back to the mines.
"You know, drinking seems more of a dwarves thing, I think you lack the constitution to keep that up and keep your wits about you." Desiderio was getting up from his own area of the tavern and passing by when he felt the need to speak to the gnome about her new habit.