KillerMaid

Ar-Malna grinned looking at the paper Bug handed her. "Damn right! That tavern is my pride and joy!" She set the paper down, going to the kitchen to prepare another sweetberry-lemon pie to be sold.

Upon hearing the news from her sister, she felt like she was about to cry from relief. Malna did not know Sermi, did not speak with her... but she knew what she did to her sister, her ukhti. That terrified her, unraveling the perfect life she tried to build, only for her to build it again. "You will be safe Calleina... I promise."

[ooc note ty turbo for always replying to my rp posts ;-; it means alot!!]

[!] A missive was nailed to random spots in the nations Malna's Mayhem Presents: Rent-a-Bartender! Have your events been dull? Without life? Needing a certain alcoholic drink everyone can't help but love? Well, Malna's Mayhem has a solution! Malna herself can bartend for your special event, or even come down to deliver some specialty drinks! Just want to chat with someone? Malna can do that! Want to get blackout drunk? Malna can help! Need to cry and want a hug? Weirdly enough this bartender can provide drinks after and a hug! Uniforms? We got uniforms too for any sort of fancy event! No social or non-social gathering is a hassle for this Tavern owner! Prices will fluctuate and a list of drinks can be provided upon asking! Don't be shy and send a letter down to Ar-Malna [KillerMaid] today!

I just wanna say this out of character...... this is so detailed. You did an amazing job on it!!!

A Call For Sweets ·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺ [!] Missives would be found scattered across the lands, smelling almost like cookies. ·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺ Dear Bakers and Foodies alike! My name is Ar-Malna, a tavern owner from Kaethul. I have come to write these missives to call upon lovers of sweets and bakers! I have decided to open my tavern for cooking lessons as well as a place to come and enjoy sweet treats! I am not one for writing, so it will be short. Our first lesson will be on sugar glass down at the tavern. It's just off to the right when you walk in! If you wish to send me a letter and schedule a lesson somewhere else please do. Signed, 𝕬𝖗-𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖆 [Sunday, April 14th, 5 pm EST] [Hiiiii, this is my first ever post for like, an actual event or something here. I'm super nervous about it! I hope it looks ok!!]

Artem looked down at the paper with curiosity..... in his mind he kept saying his father was out there, but it seemed this paper showed him what he feared most. He looked out at Balian, the fields, the flowers, the streets... ".... If I have lost papej, then I'll stay where he once was." he decided, setting the paper down, and crossing out Godunov from his journals, from his belongings. "Now I'm Artem... the name they gave me."

Ar-Malna looked through the missive, anxiety running through her. She and her husband had come to Ravenswood to have a quiet life... and now this was happening? "Why... I fight against the Harrower with Norland and Kaethul.. now the place Godwin finally found a house in is under attack!? What is going to happen to my house!"

Ar-Malna sat down, looking at the paper with a sigh. She had given all her money to try and keep conflict from arising. But hey, she still has tavern customers. She gets up, going back to cooking up some goods for the bar. "Sometimes things happen, I'm just glad I did ne have to clean up blood."

An elven tavern owner ponders if she should buy some as an import for her tavern....

"These mummies do know we... blew them up in my tavern right? I'm still cleaning out parts of him" Ar-Malna sighed

Ar-Malna had adored Poppiya's dresses. As soon as she had first come to Balian she stared into the window of the shop, eyes sparkling at the beautiful dresses. She never bought one, too nervous to do so. When she had disappeared Malna almost cried seeing the shop close down, but also because she knew Anatoliy, knew his pain. When she came back she was overjoyed..... but she never saw her dresses, jewelry, and all of the beautiful things she saw from Poppiya she didn't see again. She didn't know how to feel. All she did know was that Anatoliy would need help. Artem Godunov sat in his room, not understanding where his mamej had gone. Perhaps he did not want to. At 8 there are some things you don't understand, death being one. He simply thought Mamej was off picking flowers, she's coming back. But she didn't. So Artem sat by the door of their house in Balian, a small bottle of tea in hand that he bought as his first gift... "Mamej, Ea got vy some tea.. Ea hope it helps."

Iolas, you nervous boy. This is amazing.

A short wood elf read through the missive, a sigh coming from her. "T-time to tr-ain m-more." Malna picked up a bag, her partially scarred face in a frown as she walked off. Who knew to where.