A Day in crestfall...

[Angel~ 34]

*Rubs her eyes Once more nodding "Angel"

[Guest Grey]

"Alright Angel, and if you're tired, I'd suggest you'd get some rest... well I'm Yreg, 23-years old dark elf, battle scarred from tip to toe, ran away from home when I was 12, found out I was a orphan a few years later, or atleast I think I'am, good thing I don't know if my father is still alive... still a little bit of... hope. Now tell me a little about yourself"

[Angel~ 34]

Well , Im Angel , Im Twenty And My parent's were killed right in front of my eye's when I was little...*Yawns softly seeming to be depressed now*

[wealthypiano 394]

Mathus spins around, the White Rose finishing having finished much of their drinks. He furrows his brow, at the dark elves eating. He turns to the bartender, motioning to the twospins around, the White Rose finishing having finished much of their drinks. He furrows his brow, at the dark elves eating. He turns to the bartender, motioning to the two. "My men will take this food away from them, I will not allow such filth to eat food not served by such a fine business, on such a fine day." He smiles, crossing his arms. "They really can ruin good moods and businesses alike, can't they?"

He chuckles, grabbing Jullius' ale mug, splashing the liquid over in the direction of Angel and Grey. "Take their filthy food." The men stand up, weapons ready, walking over in a horizontal line to the two. "This food is now property of the White Rose, we ask that you throw it outside, return within, and continue your discussion of each of your collective thievery and banditry within." He chuckles, the men all releasing a growling chuckle from beneath their helmets.

The bartender merely shrugs, having gotten used to the men, going to clean the bar.

[Angel~ 34]

*Sighs looking at the men "I didn't buy this food , I have had it for some time now , I haven'tt even bought from this place , Now...please leave us be..." *Try's waving them away*

(Angel alway's keep's some food with her)

[Guest Grey]

*Yreg growls at them, when he gets ale splashed all over his coat, he slowly tries to whipe the most off, and slowly finishes his bread, and speaking

"Too bad my bread is already finished, I'd suggest you'd leave, and let us continue our peaceful conversation and actually, I think this bread is just like everyone else their bread, if it would be filthy, I wouldn't have eaten it would I... ?"

Yreg smiles politely, not wanting to have the white rose on his back... yet.

[wealthypiano 394]

Mathus emits a low chuckling sound from his helmet, going down onto his knees, to be more level with Angel. He smiles mischievously under his helm, sending the back of his armored hand for her's, intending to knock the bread from it. The men step up, Jullius and Joeseph peering down to Grey as Jullius send the handle side of his pollaxe aimed for Grey's hand, also trying to knock his bread from it. Orodreth chuckles, stepping up, pointing the tip of the pollaxe at Grey. Vermin also steps forward, standing alongside Mathus, resting his hand on the hilt of his blade.

[Angel~ 34]

*Angel's hand is smacked as the bread flies from her hand , She growls as she gets up slowly a slightly shoves Mathus out of her way as she goes to pick the bread up* "W-well...then..." *Angel's Eye's Seem slightly misty as she walks outside and out of view and slides the bread into her bag* "mmmm..." *walks back inside as she sits down slowly*

[Guest Grey]

winces, but doesn't move a muscle with his body when his hand gets hit by the pollaxe, he slowly mutter beneath his breath

"They're lucky there with more..."

and then speaks o the white roses :

"Would you racist bastards be so kind to leave us now... ? Now that you've had you're fun ? Hmm... ?"

[wealthypiano 394]

Mathus chuckles, nodding. "Yes, I grow tired of your stench, filth." The men chuckle as well as Mathus motions them out, falling into a double column formation behind him, the noise of their marching metal boots creating a large amount of noise as they march.

[Redbaron™ 690]

The prince moves into the inn, traveling to meet the duke of Crestfall he stops for a bite to eat, the personal guards stay outside, guarding the entrance from unfriendly visitors. His golden armor dripped with water, the tiny droplets fell to the ground around him as he looked around the Inn. With both hands his lifts his gauntlets up and slides his helmeted off his head, dragging the hair with it so it looks slicked back. Green eyes shift over the room before his wet boots begin to step forward towards the dark elves...

Placing his gauntlet on the edge of the table he leans over it, speaking to the dark elves cautiously, "Why you in my lands darkies? Are you not aware of the doom your council has brought you? If I hear one rumor you be spies, I promise you'll never be seen again." Lancel then moves from the table, walking for the front of the inn to get a hot plate of food.

[Guest Grey]

speaks to the price cautiously

"No, I haven't, as for I'm not a citizen of Malinor mister. And if the rumors come from the white roses... then they're probably false."

[Redbaron™ 690]

Stops before he arrived at the front of the inn, turning around he asks curiously

"What have the white rose done?"

[Guest Grey]

sighs and speaks with a clear tone, trying to get something loud and clear

"Some harassmentent, threw our food away, blackguarding us, stomped the hilt of their pollaxe on my hand... the usual for a dark elf."

[Redbaron™ 690]

Turns his body completely, care in his eyes before he snaps his eyes back to the dark elf, "With them gone you will have no more trouble, do not disappoint my allowance with you in my lands, good dark elf." He seems to smile slightly before turning, making it to the front of the inn this time.