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mistral4543 · 06-30-2006, 03:38 AM

Be useful… One-Eyed Wolf tavern, if you can.

However she turned the words in her head, she could feel no assurance that her interpretations had been the right ones. Did Grandma generally want me to be a useful person? That much, she had tried to achieve thus far, since leaving their home. The latest adventure involving Rehan and Jared was just one of the many assignments she had taken, hoping fervently that her grandmother could witness her attempts with a little degree of comfort, from the heavens above. But what was this about the One-Eyed Wolf tavern?

While her gaze idly strayed to the other patrons, she ransacked her brain for some plausible reasons behind this odd instruction. Was Grandma a major stakeholder in the tavern, and worried that it would collapse from financial ruin? Before that sentence could reach a conclusion in her head, a caustic laugh had bubbled from her guts and threatened to erupt from her twitching lips. Neither the looks nor mannerisms of that half-elf would have suited Grandma’s taste. No, it had to be some other reason. Her forehead wrinkled as she called back the last image of her lifeless grandparent, each hand clutching the different parchments she had perused just moments ago. Perhaps the letters were related…

Could it be that Grandma had received fresh news of Uncle, or Mistral? She swallowed another gulp of beer as she pondered over this prospect. Perhaps they had recently been sighted at the tavern, and Grandma believed them to be in trouble... If so, then it was all too late. It had been so many months - a year even, perhaps - since Grandma's death and she had procastinated this course of action for one reason or another. Grandma probably wanted me to check the place out, and find out if they were still safe and unharmed... The more she reflected on this, the greater the likelihood that she had gotten as close to the truth as she could hope for, under the circumstances.

Exasperatedly, she swigged another mouthful of ale before shoving the mug aside and making her way to the counter. “Great stuff, this.” Burping slightly, she drawled. "Knocks some sense into you, it does."

Dragging her feet out into the streets, she found herself listlessly retracing her steps towards that blasted tavern whose proprietor had abandoned ship.

No promises, Grandma. No promises. You saw that she left, didn’t you? I wouldn't expect much from enquiries there, really… you'll just have to forgive me if I let you down... Half-grumbling, half-grinning, she headed back towards the One-Eyed Wolf.

[ 06-30-2006, 08:18 AM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]

06-30-2006, 03:38 AM	#36
mistral4543 Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: September 5, 2001 Location: House of Freelight Age: 48 Posts: 3,159	Be useful… One-Eyed Wolf tavern, if you can. However she turned the words in her head, she could feel no assurance that her interpretations had been the right ones. Did Grandma generally want me to be a useful person? That much, she had tried to achieve thus far, since leaving their home. The latest adventure involving Rehan and Jared was just one of the many assignments she had taken, hoping fervently that her grandmother could witness her attempts with a little degree of comfort, from the heavens above. But what was this about the One-Eyed Wolf tavern? While her gaze idly strayed to the other patrons, she ransacked her brain for some plausible reasons behind this odd instruction. Was Grandma a major stakeholder in the tavern, and worried that it would collapse from financial ruin? Before that sentence could reach a conclusion in her head, a caustic laugh had bubbled from her guts and threatened to erupt from her twitching lips. Neither the looks nor mannerisms of that half-elf would have suited Grandma’s taste. No, it had to be some other reason. Her forehead wrinkled as she called back the last image of her lifeless grandparent, each hand clutching the different parchments she had perused just moments ago. Perhaps the letters were related… Could it be that Grandma had received fresh news of Uncle, or Mistral? She swallowed another gulp of beer as she pondered over this prospect. Perhaps they had recently been sighted at the tavern, and Grandma believed them to be in trouble... If so, then it was all too late. It had been so many months - a year even, perhaps - since Grandma's death and she had procastinated this course of action for one reason or another. Grandma probably wanted me to check the place out, and find out if they were still safe and unharmed... The more she reflected on this, the greater the likelihood that she had gotten as close to the truth as she could hope for, under the circumstances. Exasperatedly, she swigged another mouthful of ale before shoving the mug aside and making her way to the counter. “Great stuff, this.” Burping slightly, she drawled. "Knocks some sense into you, it does." Dragging her feet out into the streets, she found herself listlessly retracing her steps towards that blasted tavern whose proprietor had abandoned ship. No promises, Grandma. No promises. You saw that she left, didn’t you? I wouldn't expect much from enquiries there, really… you'll just have to forgive me if I let you down... Half-grumbling, half-grinning, she headed back towards the One-Eyed Wolf. [ 06-30-2006, 08:18 AM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]