Mists over the Musarde [IC]
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" I believe this poor soul should not trouble you any further mademoiselle, he should be disappearing right now from your sight. "
Léon drops the thug to the ground and replaces his hat, hiding his face in the shadows of the alley.
" It is time for me to leave. Feel free to escort this fellow, gentlemen. I'd rather stay far from guard stations and from those spectators.
Aurevoir"
The large caliban executes a graceful salute and starts walking toward a darker alley, brushing off dust off his outfit at the same time.
Léon drops the thug to the ground and replaces his hat, hiding his face in the shadows of the alley.
" It is time for me to leave. Feel free to escort this fellow, gentlemen. I'd rather stay far from guard stations and from those spectators.
Aurevoir"
The large caliban executes a graceful salute and starts walking toward a darker alley, brushing off dust off his outfit at the same time.
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Evangeline , still grasping Sir Cirdan's arm, speaks to the group.
''Gentlemen, allow me to invite you all, on my father's behalf, to call at our home tomorrow evening. I'm sure he'll be delighted to meet my rescuers and thank each of you in person.''
''Gentlemen, allow me to invite you all, on my father's behalf, to call at our home tomorrow evening. I'm sure he'll be delighted to meet my rescuers and thank each of you in person.''
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
Bennedict grasps the man by the arm, pulling him as roughly to his feet as he can, saying "Certainly, herr dwarf. And if you are going to the Sign of the Goat perhaps I shall see you there later as well."
He turns to respond to the lady's statement. "That would be wonderful, madame. Where would your father's home be located?"
He turns to respond to the lady's statement. "That would be wonderful, madame. Where would your father's home be located?"
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Evangeline replies to Bennedict's question :
''It stands at the west end of the Street of the Clothiers. The house is tall, with a red tile roof. ''
''It stands at the west end of the Street of the Clothiers. The house is tall, with a red tile roof. ''
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Léon removes his hat, bows gracefully and says " Your invitation is an honor and I will gladly be there if your father isn't bothered by my kind."
He then lowers his voice to a whisper " I believe it is time for an ale. We can't miss the opportunity to learn about this blue cloaked crook...oui? "
Raising an eyebrow towards Bennedict, Léon says "Would you need a hand to escort this thug closer to a guard station..monsieur..?"
He then lowers his voice to a whisper " I believe it is time for an ale. We can't miss the opportunity to learn about this blue cloaked crook...oui? "
Raising an eyebrow towards Bennedict, Léon says "Would you need a hand to escort this thug closer to a guard station..monsieur..?"
"He kin take the dimwitted doornail there. A few pints with me name on em await me at the Goat! I hope ya kin drink, boy-o cuz I got me a thirst!" Rubbing his hefty abdomen which has probably seen a few tankards of ale in its time. "Yeah we'll see ya later at the Goat, bub. And even the cretin arrives a little worse for the wear, I'm sure after ye explain to them what happened, he might be weven worse for the wear after they get through with 'im. Kidnappin a noble's daughter of all the harebrained schemes!! WHen they was givin' out brains ye got rocks eh boy?" he adresses the thug.
"BAH! Off with him then, I heard the ale call me name!!" Looking to Léon he grins. "Cmon then, let's go get a tankard 'n' find this blue caped goon who's soon gonna wish he t'aint never been born!" Norzak guffaws good heartedly as he and Léon head for the Goat.
"BAH! Off with him then, I heard the ale call me name!!" Looking to Léon he grins. "Cmon then, let's go get a tankard 'n' find this blue caped goon who's soon gonna wish he t'aint never been born!" Norzak guffaws good heartedly as he and Léon head for the Goat.
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Evangeline nods and says,
''Yes, thank you Sir Cirdan.''
Then the pair of them walk off into the night, Evangeline still holding Cirdan's arm.
As for the battered and bruised woman-snatcher, he gives Norzak, Leon, and Bennedict no trouble whatever. The guard post is less than an hour's walk away. At no point does the man even look like he's thinking about running away or fighting back. When you turn him over to the gendarmes, the poor fellow looks a little less frightened, but obviously still very unhappy.
The green jacketed gendarmes at the station [a stoutly built house of stone , standing on a street corner, with narrow windows and a heavy brass-banded oak door] is happy enough to take your word the man is a miscreant of some sort and has him hauled into the rear of the building.
The gendarme officer on duty [a distinguished looking fellow with a neatly trimmed goatee and mustasche] speaks with Bennedict, ignoring Norzak and Leon.
''Thank you for helping us out. There are too many of these scum running loose. Don't worry about it- the civic courts know how to handle his kind.''
''Yes, thank you Sir Cirdan.''
Then the pair of them walk off into the night, Evangeline still holding Cirdan's arm.
As for the battered and bruised woman-snatcher, he gives Norzak, Leon, and Bennedict no trouble whatever. The guard post is less than an hour's walk away. At no point does the man even look like he's thinking about running away or fighting back. When you turn him over to the gendarmes, the poor fellow looks a little less frightened, but obviously still very unhappy.
The green jacketed gendarmes at the station [a stoutly built house of stone , standing on a street corner, with narrow windows and a heavy brass-banded oak door] is happy enough to take your word the man is a miscreant of some sort and has him hauled into the rear of the building.
The gendarme officer on duty [a distinguished looking fellow with a neatly trimmed goatee and mustasche] speaks with Bennedict, ignoring Norzak and Leon.
''Thank you for helping us out. There are too many of these scum running loose. Don't worry about it- the civic courts know how to handle his kind.''
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
"Very good, very good." Bennedict murmurs, somewhat uncomfortable himself to be this close to the law. "One point of interest however, before I go. I noticed someone in the scuffle dropping this, and I am not certain if it is pertinent to the incident or not." Bennedict fishes around in his bag, feeling for one of the dark stones he discovered at the scene of the attack, and handing it to the gendarme. "Do you have any idea what this is?"
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The officer takes the rock. He examines it closely for a moment, then hands it back to Ben.
''Just a rock, I suppose. Doesn't look valuable to me. You might as well keep it. Maybe it's someone's lucky stone, eh?''
''Just a rock, I suppose. Doesn't look valuable to me. You might as well keep it. Maybe it's someone's lucky stone, eh?''
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
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-at the Sign of the Two Goats....
The Goats stands along the Drover's Way, in the west end of town. The pub is a two storey rectangular building fronting the street, with a rubble filled lot behind it. One gets the impression the original structure was much larger and more impressive, but centuries of neglect and abandonment have taken their toll on the former glory of the place [indeed, much of the city of Pont-a-Museau seems like this, as if the busy activity of the inhabitants is only postponing a final collapse into ruin]. The facade of the pub is decorated with mismatched bits of sculpted stone, marble gargoyles and smiling girls, all worn and weathered by centuries of rain and wind. Glowing lanterns hang just outside the doorway. Above the door to the left, hangs a handpainted wooden sign. Two goats are depicted thereon, butting heads. Candleight from within shines through the green tinted glass windowpanes. Music and laughter can be heard- someone is playing a fiddle, and the guests sound as if they are having a good time.
The Goats stands along the Drover's Way, in the west end of town. The pub is a two storey rectangular building fronting the street, with a rubble filled lot behind it. One gets the impression the original structure was much larger and more impressive, but centuries of neglect and abandonment have taken their toll on the former glory of the place [indeed, much of the city of Pont-a-Museau seems like this, as if the busy activity of the inhabitants is only postponing a final collapse into ruin]. The facade of the pub is decorated with mismatched bits of sculpted stone, marble gargoyles and smiling girls, all worn and weathered by centuries of rain and wind. Glowing lanterns hang just outside the doorway. Above the door to the left, hangs a handpainted wooden sign. Two goats are depicted thereon, butting heads. Candleight from within shines through the green tinted glass windowpanes. Music and laughter can be heard- someone is playing a fiddle, and the guests sound as if they are having a good time.
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
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[inside the Goats]
The interior is one large room, with a back doorway leading to what is presumably the kitchen[ a serving girl is coming out with a plate of fried fish and earth apples]. A long bar stands against the back wall. Behind it hang racks of wine bottles, kegs of ale and small beer, and rows of wooden mugs sitting on shelves. Tables and chairs are scattered about the room. About half are occupied. The crowd looks pretty low class, dressed as common laborers. A few are better dressed. Most of the folk seem to be in good spirits. The west end[ to the left as you enter] of the room is dominated by a big brick fireplace, but only a small fire is burning in it [it is summer , after all- so it's warm enough outside]. Seated near the fire, an old man is playing the fiddle.
The interior is one large room, with a back doorway leading to what is presumably the kitchen[ a serving girl is coming out with a plate of fried fish and earth apples]. A long bar stands against the back wall. Behind it hang racks of wine bottles, kegs of ale and small beer, and rows of wooden mugs sitting on shelves. Tables and chairs are scattered about the room. About half are occupied. The crowd looks pretty low class, dressed as common laborers. A few are better dressed. Most of the folk seem to be in good spirits. The west end[ to the left as you enter] of the room is dominated by a big brick fireplace, but only a small fire is burning in it [it is summer , after all- so it's warm enough outside]. Seated near the fire, an old man is playing the fiddle.
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)