RP:Mr. Candy - Larket Shuffle

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This is a Healer's Guild RP.


Summary: A revolting individual by the name of Mr. Carlisle - or Callwell, or Calpol, most likely Candy in the end - lurks within the battered neighbourhoods of the Fortress Gate, in a Larket still broken by the recent Earthquake. Sabrina manages to meet him twice, much with her discontent, and so does Thamalys, two times prevented from turning him into a fuming pile of grime.

  • Day 1 - Soon after a tense altercation with the above mentioned Mr. Candy, a rather upset Sabrina has to teach some manners to an unbecoming knight. Thamalys backs the Elfess up - and proceeds to take care of the aftermath.
  • Day 2 - Sabrina is supervising an impromptu soup kitchen, a hungry mass of Larketians lined up for some food in these tough days. A number of familiar faces come and go, including Raphaline, Brennia, Eirik and Rilling, the latter blatantly harassed by none other that Mr. Candy - again! Sabrina succeeds in shoving him away from the little Saurian, a moment before Thamalys shows up with a massive bowl of amaretto chocolate mousse. The dessert is barely rescued from the greedy hands of Rilling, eventually reaching the table of the Royal Guard thus ending a rather cumbersome day in the encampment.

Larket: Fortress Gate [Day 1]

Sabrina || Two tents had been erected to provide some privacy between the sexes if one so wished. Wash basins line the outer edge of the fabric lined structures for those who could not commit the time for a full bath. There is a knock along the supporting beam. “Come in.” The voice of a calm female. “We’re good.” Immediately follows, the voice of a male. The soldier doing his round arches a thick brow and enters anyways. Something wasn’t right about this situation. The same soldier is subsequently launched out of the tent, landing on his back in the path.

Thamalys hastened along the cobbles, evidently some urgent matter requiring his full attention. Clad in dark-green leathery pants and a simple shirt, the Blue was in such a hurry he would have even forgotten much of his belongings. Carefully proceeding through the treacherous bottleneck between the two pavilions, his eyes utterly fixed on the embankments of Cenril in the distance, the Avian had absolutely no chance to foresee the human projectile hurled from the Wind only knew who from the innards of the tent - the Ladies one, he found the time to ponder, a split second before the flying soldier connected with the ground just one step away from the Blue. Such a near miss, some investigation was in order indeed. Stopping his march, the Avian crouched to assess the situation, the poor human only a bit battered. In fact, without a word the soldier would have leapt on his feet and swiftly abandoned the scene - a tale that smelled of fear. Silently, then, the Avian approached the thick, brownish textile most likely hiding the culprit, waving his tattooed hand along the fabric to make clear his presence, at the same time growling something along this lines. "Oi! Everything in order in there? What's with that flying gentleman I have just collected from the ground?" Not the softest of his tones, his voice rumbling in a queer pitch halfway between annoyance and haste.

Sabrina was inside, negotiating her contentment over bearings. “I really must insist-““Nonsense! it’s all in a day’s work…” The voices seemed to be moving from one side of the inner tent to the other. The wave from outside was a bit of an annoyance. “Man, I said I got this.” The tent is pulled open from the part and Thamalys would be met with the irritation of a soldier in shirtless form. The Elfess was standing next to a trough-modified tub, wrapped in not but a towel with muddied feet, and peering through the opening while trying to maintain some level of modesty which had turned into a display for those who were passing by. Those few now stopped to observe the ongoings inside the tent, much to her embarrassment. Her hair was wet, leaving one to assume her business was ending. The man was in the process of showing the Healer his scars taken in service to wards such as herself. She did not seem impressed, at the same time she was not making it a point to enrage him. He looks Thamalys in the chest before his eyes rise to proper height, “I said we’re good.” The Healer speaks, “Mr. Callwell was just leaving.” She stands corrected as he notifies her over his shoulder. “Carlisle, and no I was not.” His explanation is given to the Avian, the execution deliberately rude. “I have orders to make sure the healers are taken care of.” A lift to his belt and inward tip to his hips to make his point clear. “Anything they need.” He dusts off Thamalys’s presence with a shooing motion. “This tent is secure.”

Thamalys || Of all the Larketians, the Blue would have never imagined to have just addressed that rudely the very Guild Leader. Definitely taken aback from the moment the Elfess got rid of the fabric between them, nonetheless the Clumsy One judged a priority the need of hiding the indeed not so covered shapes of the Elfess from the general public, especially as these were not Cenril's bath, but a thriving mass of testosterone-driven soldiers - he would have not taken any chances. The curtains too far away already from his reach - angered Sabrina showed some strength with that scenic pull of hers - the Avian resorted to the very specialty of his race: in a single, smooth move, he unfolded his wings, huge, feathery hangings large enough to hide everything and everyone. His arms following to a lesser extent the above mentioned movement, the Blue let go of a relieved sigh and proceeded to inquire. "Apologies..." he whispered to the Elfess so softly he was not sure even she would have got the word, only to rise the tone quite sharply, his gaze staring at the puny human not so far away, quite possibly a bit bewitched by the unnatural extent of the Blue's wings, covering twice his height - which is to say something. "How thoughtful of your, Mr. Carson. Albeit I would daresay Lady Sabrina is quite capable of taking care of herself, is she not?" The last words would have been followed by an apparently cheerful dip of the Avian's head, mocking or not the trice misnamed annoyance. "Secure!" he then bursted loudly, the sharp edges of his wings twitching. "This? A tent made of cloth and wood? I hardly think so!"

Sabrina looks up at the spread both impressed and relieved. With the newest member of the Guild making such a display at the front of the tent, and word spreading like wildfire through the immediate vicinity there is a single body diving -under- and around the wings of the Blue. “Exuuuuuse me!” Is the melodic cheerful note that precedes man, both tall and thin, beautifully dressed with the shiniest of shoes. He dusts himself off and in an effort to make light of the situation he gives Thamalys an approving wink with thick lined eyes and overly apparent lashes. They might be fake. He takes to wrapping the woman in a light blue cloth that reaches the ground and looking to Carlisle he tsks. “Such a shame.” Silver eyes obviously scour every inch of his scarred torso. “William…” She understood both men were there with good intentions, but William seemed a little too interested in this Carlisle fellow. Once the soldier realizes the fiery intent behind the flamboyant High Elf’s glare he rears back in disgust. “Doesn’t feel too nice now, does it, hunny.” Sabrina is ushered to Thamalys’ care, more like tucked in his fluffy barrier than anything. William would ask that the Avian remove her immediately. He would ‘clean up’ here.

Thamalys stood with his mouth wide open, the index finger of his right hand high in the air as of to signify the will of pointing out something, anything, really, to make clear he was not used to people sneaking under his wings. "The cheek of it..." he would have muttered grinding his teeth. But then, things progressed rather too quickly for the Blue to take any concrete action. The vivid, crystal clear purposes of that cluster of make-up and sophisticated clothing apparentely going by the name of William did succeed in raise a single eyebrow of the Avian, who however was only too happy to oblige the request of the former. For one thing, the exhuberant High Elf did manage to thrust the Elfess onto the sturdy -if feathery - wall originating from the Blue, the latter immediately furling his wings back to a reasonable extent across his shoulders, with the obvious result of depriving the Master Healer from any support. "Sabrina!" he would have yelled, the moment he realized his attempt to free the Guild Leader from the touch of his wings - something that he reckoned absolutely outrageous for both of them - had a very strong probability to result in some additional hassle. Feet deep into the muddy soil, blatantly steered along the way from William, loosely wrapped into some alien dress, and suddenly lacking the stand of those wings, the Elfess had probably collected everything she needed to lose her balance for good.

Sabrina was already trying to dodge and evade. “William!” she would have yelled, the moment she realized her thrust into trusting company was far more forceful than needbe. So much touching, this tent was far too small, and she sidesteps into Carlisle completely by series of misfortunate events. If not for the grubby soldier’s hands wrapping around small covered shoulders she’d have sprawled ungracefully for sure, but now she was in an entirely different scenario that gave Carlisle dictatorship over the order of things. She immediately tries a step -away- from him, only to be pulled snug to his form. She would not admit to the full panic rising in her blood, though it was likely plastered all over her face. Her breathing had become unnatural, labored, too fast. “Let go.” The weak whisper is ushered through pale lips, narrowly audible as it was hidden in a whole chest full of air. Here she was being pinged around a very unsecure room, her hands clasping the cloth to cover everything from the neck down, and now trapped in the Soldier’s court. William puts his hand up in protest, he looked… angry. “Sir.” He announces calmly. “I will ask you one time.” A long thin blade is slid from his extravagant sleeve. “Unhand her.” The white arcs of tightened knuckles around her shoulders was the only answer given before William was quite suddenly standing abreast the young man, a blade tucked to his neck and an elfess pulled free. She was blinking; one moment they were in one spot, and so quickly they had changed positions in less time than it took for her own eyes to focus. It was not the Efless who could move with such speed but this William fellow.

Thamalys for one time only wished his kin did not boast such cumbersome pinions. He could barely carve his way through the narrow, definitely congested space, a swift stride already pacing toward the Elfess. How anybody would dare to even think about harassing the Master Healer in such a way... the mere thought ignited golden, perilous sparks into the deep blue of his eyes, the cascade of those pearly white braids swaying madly across his face while approaching that stupid piece of - no, wait. Any action he planned had to be put on solid hold, the very moment the stylish High Elf produced a most astonishing rescue, an elegant display of mightiness rare to be witnessed even in those dark and mysterious days. Hence the Blue stopped midway between the Elfess and Mr. Calpol, almost certainly still blinking while trying to make sense of the recent events, the odd-looking blade still probing not that gently the resiliance of his neck. Addressing the most unexpected saviour, the Avian would have motioned his grey, thin lips into a mute salutation of gratitude, only to then rush forward himself toward the wrongdoer, weaponless, surely, but then, he did not need anything but his inked skin. Raising his arm, now almost in front of the two of them, the old Tzur who still did not know he was such let his indignation fuel the aura within the tattooed ivy spiralling across hand, wrist, and elbow alike, proud gushes of shappire flames setting ablaze his limb, presently standing less than a meter away from the most likely terrified face of Mr. Cirilton. "How... dare... you..." he would have stuttered, even unable to articulate his speech such was the spleen building inside him. However, he still managed to recognize the offender was in even better hands than his own, the slender features of the High Elf benevolently staring at both of them as if they were kids fighting for a candy. The candy in question, however, was anything but in a sweet mood at the moment - if ever indeed. "Master Healer..." he went with the formality as his confused mind would not oblige to simple first names this time, his arm happily reverberating in all manners of blue, the whole of his body tensed to a climax, inches away from turning that human into a pile of fuming dust. "... what do you want us to do with this unholy piece of rotten meat? Would that make a kingly meal for Rohk? Are we going to roast him into my flames for the greater good, or shall William the merciful proceeds with that lissom blade of his?" He was actually screaming, at this stage, spitting his words right in the face of Mr. Cenrel, his voice possibly being heard far across the whole Gate. He would not turn to face the Elfess, not yet, not before having assured some lessons was to be imparted.

Sabrina is still a bit silent as her bubble had been consistently violated over the past few minutes. “Let him go.” It bothered her some times, the calling to precedence over personal woes. “He has not harmed anyone.” She gathers up the now muddy hem of the cloth encasing her slight frame. “I will send notice to his superior shortly.” Mr.Candy holds out his hand in protest. “I was only following orders!” His eyes are wide, insinuating those were not the real and total extent of his orders. Her voice is solemn, her eyes shifting to the ground. "Then you have nothing to worry about.” She exits the tent, her posture high and her mouth firmly clamped shut. She would hold on to as much dignity as she could, provided there was any left, as she made her way to a white tent with a cot and small shelf housing what few belongings she had left.

Thamalys reluctantly ceased the hostilities, letting the pressing matters in the wise hands of William. As soon as the Elfess command was uttered, he would have casually ended the flames running across his arm, a final remark only to Mr. Cellar. "You lucky duck..." he would have groaned narrowing his eyes, swiftly turning on his heels to follow Sabrina. The latter disappeared into a smaller pavillion, so that the Avian just stood outside that private space, pacing back and forth as if still a bit nervous. "A most unfortunate incident... and yet, the Wind know how many of the sort are taking place right now in here and across the town, now that The House is gone... and not everyone has a William up to his sleeve..." he commented largely to himself. In fact, he now stopped, pointing his nose to the white fabric. "Everything in order in there? Do you want me to leave? You must had enough of males around you this day, I bet..." an unpleasant grin surfacing on his face.

Sabrina had her fill indeed. “Just a minute.” She would emerge, eventually, her hair being tended to in stride as her pace would imply Thamalys was meant to follow. “I need you to round up the healers, all of them.” If one was so bold as to approach her in such a manner, she couldn’t fathom the lesser of her staff that would succumb to such things. William is quick at her heels, her orders to him are clear. “Notify Reinhardt of what just happened, use the Guild crest seal. Sign my name, and mine alone.” He nods and fades off their track to go do just that. As they approach the area designated for food and drink blackened orbs scan the area for insinuations of foul play. The Knights remained Knightly, the guards in separate clusters. She was hit with a sudden breath of not so fresh air; her study of social intercourse had not taught her how to determine which, if any, of their behaviors were unwarranted. She’d lean towards the Blue, whispering softly. “Does everything here look normal?” To the left there is a healer, smiling, in the lap of a lesser knight. In the middle they seemed to be congregating normally, to the right there was a small game of wagers that may or may not have been legal.

Thamalys swiftly paced beyond the dark, small shapes of the Elfess, obviously propelled by many a thoughts - none of them particularly peaceful, it would have seemed. "All of them?" he would have repeated, jaw dropped, astonished enough to have witnessed such unprecedented - within his short timespan in the Guild, that is - call. None of this sounded especially good news, thus the worried expression on the Blue's face. Things got quickly even worse when they reached the - frankly quite annoying, for Avian's standards - display of social interactions, the words of Sabrina echoing in his head. A quick survey would immediately have pointed the Blue in the right direction, though. Leaning - sizeably, the height gap between Master and Neophyte being at the verge of looking ridiculous - the Avian would have uttered an answer, as if whispering some cheerful gossip in order not to draw even more attention. "The young feline at that low table, the one at the corner, close to that massive barrel. He's milking the whole of them, easily. You would notice they're playing some sort of Canasta card game, over there... well, that feline has almost certainly hexed his cards. I could smell that aura a mile from here..." He would not point to anybody or anything, but the Elfess should have easily pinpointed an exceedingly good looking representative of the feline kin, elegantly dressed in a dark robe with silver embellishments and - one would also notice - quite wide sleeves indeed.

Sabrina turns her head sharply to look ridiculously way up at him then follows his direction, squinting so obviously at the monochromatic feline and instead of focusing on his game-play gave a nod at his general cleanliness. “What is a canasty?” She is still looking very hard at this form of play, though the attention did not go without answer when the feline stands up and deliberately stares back. Sabrina’s head cocks back, blinking, and trying to look inconspicuous. “Stop looking, stop looking!” She’d swing a gloved hand at Thamalys’ covered elbow in an effort to make him stop.

Thamalys seemed not to have taken notice - at all - of the rebuke of the Elfess, casually shoving away that gloved hand of hers as part of some sort of prank. He did move his gaze away from the feline, though, and amongst all the other plausible options, he opted for the quite intriguing features of a young, oh so young Healer presently trying to - it would have seemed - escape the quite firm grip of one man fully clad in armour. Too cheap an armour, though, and too young a girl as well - mumbled the Blue. He could not grasp the detail of the - for lack of better words - conversation, but it would have seemed the man, quite obviously drunk as well judging by his way too much wide gestures, was intent in explaining some monumental feat he just achieved very recently on the battlefield. The Avian never saw him before, for one thing. And, the young one would have not bought it - clearly - and yet, despite the fact that nobody seemed to be paying attention, she was steadily, inexorably being pushed against the bulky frame of the drunken one. "Forget the fox, look at that other vermin over there, that sort of octopus trying to lay hands on... by the Wind, is she not part of the Guild as well? What is this madness?" he would have commented in a low voice still, disgust dripping from every word.

Sabrina whips her head to the east, sure enough the Avian spied what she could not possibly see. The elfess was above asking for a boost, but trusting his word her short strides began heading off in that direction with tiny balled fists and a pouted expression. “Too much drink and not enough supervision, if you ask me.” Humans too easily drifted into childish behaviors. The elfess does indeed make her way to the table, stepping up once on the bench and again to stand on the table so there was no excuse as to someone not hearing her. “Let me make one thing clear.” She is surprisingly loud when she needs to be, and not pitchy at all. “My healers are not here for your amusement. They will be treated with respect and they will be treated with dignity.” There is silence, followed by a small laugh which escalades into an uproar. She. Looks. Furious. The scholarly female turns on her heel, winds up a good solid draw back with her right foot, and curb stomps the drunken grabby-hands right in the windpipe. Strategic, not powerful. He lets go the young lass and topples backwards, both chocking on his own drink and reaching for his sword all in one go. The elfess squints down as he struggles in the mud, pointing out that “Your cross guard….” She points and kind of gestures with both hands that he should lift and then twist it. “It-it’s stuck under your buckle.”

Thamalys would have plodded at a short distance from the Elfess, the latter not wasting a single instant on second thoughts. A hard, almost cruel grin was painted all across his face, those sharp lineaments almost glaring with not-so-well-hidden rage. He knew better than intervene, these people had to understand that messing with the Guild was not something to try out lightly, and the authority of Sabrina had to stood alone a strong. Also, watching the little - if quite effective - figure hitting so squarely the bloody idiot... well, that was a well-deserved satisfaction after a rather disappointing day. He would top things up at the very end only, just to clarify even further - if needed. "Stuck indeed, my inebriated friend. However..." and here he would step to position himself right beyond the Elfess, as to magnify the visual effect one would have got by staring at her. "... I would highly, highly recommend not to try anything foolish. That is, something like unsheathing in the presence of Lady Sabrina, Master Healer of the Guild, she who alone has the merit to have coordinated the efforts that saved your comrades' arses in more than one occasion." Difficult to imagine a lauder tone, the whole of the presents most likely listening no matter what they were doing just a moment before the Elfess stormed the scene. "So... please do refrain from that silly gesture of yours, grab a sit, finish your sodding drink, and quietly wait till I will have found some decent superior of yours... am I forgetting anything, ma'am?" he would have concluded addressing the Elfess while casually hurling tiny spheres of blue fire between his fingers.

Sabrina simply shook her head. “No,no.. I think that about covers it.” She steps down from the table to the bench, and hops down to the ground. She was wondering which of the commanders was supposed to be commanding at present. She only met one, really, the others avoided her like a regular citizen. “Reinhardt left them to help us out. I think its time to figure something else for them to do.” She looks around, the buildings had been erected, the water wagon manned. “I don’t know what these people do on a daily basis.” She began a trek away from the mess tent, puzzled. At least with healers there was always work, when the wars were fought, what did warriors do? “Thank you, Thamalys. I think I am going to prepare the staff for the shift change.” She was dismissing him, but more importantly se thanked him. Not like in passing, a real meaningful kind. “Oh!” She spins around with one finger held high. “I need you to seek out a weaponsmith, her name is Leone. She needs measurements.”

Thamalys looked quite content with the outcome of the Elfess' blitz. Maybe it was not such a massive achievement in practical terms, but he was confident she made quite a strong case today. People do tend to remember shadowy tiny elfesses putting bulky knights into place with very little effort. Thus, he would have just nodded slightly to the mention of blacksmiths and measurements - quite unexpected, but the Leader was a very resourceful creature, the Blue was coming to realize soon enough. "Thy will be done" he would have then conceded, a brisk comment stuffed with all manners of gratitude and trust. It was so paramount for his broken mind to be constantly focused onto some task, and those were never lacking within the windy path of the Guild. Speaking of which. Carving his way to the still quite astonished crowd, he would have eventually reached the poor young lass, shivering, his face buried in those tiny hands of hers, possibly ashamed even if she had no reason to. Cumbersome matter indeed. "No reason to be worried, little one. Here, let us walk back together to a quieter place - you do not need to withstand a whole crowd now. Tell me, was it not you the one who borrowed that book of mine, the one about the therapeutic uses of alkaloids? Sure you were. Now..." and on he went, his speech as well as his massive shapes already disappearing into the distance, not even caring to look beyond his shoulders.

Larket: Fortress Gate [Day 2]

Rilling had finally been cleared to do what she loved best, that being to wander. Seeing the world almost in new eyes the young mixling came upon the decimation that would be Larket as of late. With a tinge of curiosity and a small grin she made herself upon a mighty fortress seemingly slipping past the guards whether that be through insignificance or any known stealth has yet to be determined.

Sabrina looks up to the familiar voice with a smile and shifts over on her box to give Raphaline a spot at the bread-roll area. "No such things as too many hands." Rilling would have been spotted with ease, it could have been the charm of her unfamiliar features, or the fact she was neither injured nor signed in as a volunteer, either way the Elfess offers an inviting smile upon eye contact.

Raphaline doesn't need much encouraging to join in and takes up her new place behind the rolls. She plucks one for each person (be it human or otherwise) and plops a roll carefully on the edge of their plate rather than the bowl of soup. With each roll, she offers them one of those infamous smiles, hoping she might be able to bring a bit of light to the place. She cants her head slightly towards Sabrina and mentions, "Have they discovered yet the cause of the earthquake?"

Brennia enters the area with a couple of fellow Bard Guild Members who are dressed in simple white gowns. Each carrying a small harp while idly strumming the chords in a serene and calming fashion. Brennia wasn't playing as she would only stay for a small visit and her wings hug tight to her curvy sides in such a crowd, but her internal anxiety for being around so many people at once doesn't show on her kind and warming smile. Her posture that of perfection as her height commands attention from most and she ignores the idle townsfolk saying prayers for she either looks like an angel or a demon to them. Her company parts from her to go offer songs of healing and calming to those in need physically or emotionally just as Raphaline caught the Avians attention and she goes to help pass out some food next to the fellow bard bringing anyone's most favorite scent along with her, "Merry Meet, Raphaline." She offers that heart melting smile in pushing dimples on her cheeks and exposing perfect pearly whites. Those deep oceanic optics spot Sabrina a moment before leaning into whisper a question to Raphaline.

Rilling noticing that the supposed focus of both the group before her and soldiers is cast otherwise takes it as an omen that her presence is not bothersome. With such the small dragonish human steps forward to the group. Supposedly she would recognize familiar faces, the passage of time however emptied her mind otherwise. As of now all she seems to be doing is nonverbally adjusting to her bearings examining the lot before her and the essential banquet before her eyes. The word earthquake perks her attention as she averts her gaze up towards the bard to listen in on any accompanying details. Despite the look of the area, the saurian was ever oblivious

Sabrina mimics Raphaline's smile, while resting bitch-face was an undiscovered thought she did learn well from the Bard and she was never known for being less than observant. "There is an investigation in the North, it would seem the disaster may have been orchestrated." And a soft "shhh" since most of the injured here were probably not ready to hear their loved ones were lost with intent. Her eyes turn to Raphaline and her new company, her spot offered up to the friend of the Bard. Even in that entrance the Elfess would not have recognized a face she'd never seen but the Avian woman's presence demanded the private words of a dear friend. The Master Healer was pretty big on privacy and so she steps from the box and moves toward the lean-to, away from the citizens and across Rilling's path. The saurian was smiled at again. "Help yourself to some food, the line starts over there." She gestures to the formation that is about 30 citizens deep. The Healer was not above washing dishes, where there was a need she'd be happy to serve so she takes up a place and gives a well earned break to another.

Raphaline only nods in response to the healer, leaving the discussion between them. As she turns to speak with the next person in line she catches sight of the avian approaching them. Chuckling, she calls over to Brennia, "It seems like Larket is attracting lots of attention." She scoots herself over to provide the avian proper room for her wings as she leans into the question being whispered into her ear. Another silver-belled laugh leaves her lips as she casts her gaze in Sabrina's direction. "Aye, Sabrina is the most astute leader of the Healer's Guild. They couldn't have a better leader if you ask me." She grins, knowing that the compliment so loudly might ruffle the elven woman's feathers just a little (she does it out of love).

Brennia turns those deep blues to Sabrina purposefully once more as she places a gentle hand on Raphaline's shoulder, "Excuse me, but I do wish to make an acquaintance with the Healer." She would softly remove herself from Raphaline's company to weave herself kindly through the people. She comes upon Sabrina and a dragon, giving that kind smile to Rilling before offering a formal curtsy to Sabrina with a fist over her own heart, "Merry Meet, Sabrina," that silky alto timbre seeks counsel in the elf's mind for a moment, "I am Brennia Smyth." She would reach out in attempts for a hand shake, yet still remaining a respectable distance.

Rilling not needing to be informed twice hastens herself towards the line of citizens attempting with subtle movements to weave herself farther through the crowd towards the hot meal. Satisfied with herself now tenth or such in the line she again averts her gaze towards the conversing visitors noticing them almost as out of place as she amongst everyone. Ever the nosey she reigned herself in a bit with a stumble focused on staring at whoever amongst the lot speaks.

Eirik 's presence would be noted only by those observant enough to notice. His body shifts between citizens, gliding between one and stepping behind others. Silver eyes locked on the 'aptly named' soup kitchen. His gaze intense, penetrating. With each passing person full view of the man would be revealed; clad in his usual attire. Greatsword strapped to his back whilst an all too serious emotion further besmirches his grim scar covered visage. The Northman stands at near six foot eyeing the masses who have gathered for help. In whatever form they sought. If he was perhaps noticed, a few would see his entire persona darkened. His stride slows until it comes to a complete stop not far from where the group was serving food. The berseker had no intention of eating, merely curious to know what was going on? The warrior might indeed look grim, or fearsome to some but that's simply not the case. Finally eyes divert their gaze and sweep from one worker to another until he settles in on some familiar faces. But nothing further would be done, Eirik did not wish to interrupt. Not yet at least.

Sabrina does everything in her power to keep her eyes on those dishes, her cheeks are bright red and her posture stiffens. She would pretend she heard nothing, that was the most appropriate response. "That damnable Bard' she thinks, full well knowing Raphaline knew quite clearly the Healer's penchant to anonymity. This was neither the time, nor the place to boast skills or position. For all these people knew thus far, she was a healer like all the others here. Orders were drawn in privacy, and executed via other guild members, for a reason. The approach is heard, and as the bowl is surrendered to the sudsy water the Elfess turns, forcing a quite convincing smile to the Avian who was very much taller than herself. Her hands are bare, wet, and well- bare. Emerald orbs shift to a stark white hue and she looks down at the hand offered with some reservations. She peers around Brennia, her eyes begging Raphaline for some assistance in this matter. It probably looked very rude, and the anonymity was not without its downfalls; when meeting new people, it always came down to this moment. The moment physical contact would define the Elfess' snobbery by sheer refusal. She shook her head "no' and takes a half-step back. She didn't seem fearful, just defiant of the other's kind gesture. She was far too distracted with what is towering in front of her to even glimpse another that may be hidden by the beautiful wings of the Bard.

Rilling had been so taken in by attempting to gauge the current conversation she was taken off guard where with a quick cursory glance she noticed Erik, a slight wince and she turned back forward. Nearing the front of the line with a stumble she instead found herself in front of Sabrina and Brennia as the mentioned two exchange interactions to put it lightly. "S'aites." comes out as a slight murmur directed towards no one in particular. Fighting the urge to give off a lost shrug instead with a simple shake the dragon finds herself more than likely uncomfortable wedged off to the side right inbetwixt the pair. Being short did have its advantages.

Brennia didn't bother the gesture longer as her hand retracted now. "I see. Merry met." She steps out of the way to point out the bards she brought with her amongst the crowd, "These two bards from the bards guild are very capable and wish to help in any efforts you may need them. They are apt in the power of healing and are eager to lend a helping hand." She sighs softly, "They just didn't know where to go or who to talk to. Now they have you for now." She saunters away from the woman to where the bards are to give them orders to listen to whatever Sabrina needed for them to do. With that she flies off marvelously with much grace.

Eirik 's attention shifts to the scrambling of Rilling, but view of whoever her intended target is, the lycan could not make out; his view being blocked by an avian. Eirik was indeed an odd looking man, threatening to some; more so to others. Silver eyes flick to the avian who had taken flight. A sigh exits his nostrils upon the sightas his gaze lands on another familiar sight. Sabrina was suddenly in view, his demeanor shifted yet again, remembering her rough nature well. Nearly laughing to himself about a stumble down a hillside. If it only truly was just a stumble. The warrior, however, does not wish to interrupt and says nothing. Feet again meeting pavement as Eirik begins to slowly march around the area. Beyond Sabrina, Rilling and the others. It would seem the Warrior only sought to gain insight into the current ongoings to try and identify where he might be able to give aid. The Lycan would be around, though somewhere in the distance unless otherwise stopped.

Sabrina felt a little guilty leaving Raphaline to man both the bread-and soup stations, but it wasn't rocket science and the gifted beauty was managing to not only keep up but brighten the moods as she went. Such a gift, and the Elfess would put money on the fact Raphaline probably didn't even realize it. With another body entering the vicinity Sabrina withdraws another step, backing her into the exterior "wall' of the tent. By now she would be calculating an escape. It is then that Brennia would say her peace and venture off, granting the Elfess to regain the ability to at least breathe. There was a lot of insight for Eirik to take in, depending on how observant he was. The central stretch had been turned into a food service with a line almost 30 citizens long, Sabrina was still in the dish-washing tent off to the side, and the remaining Bard had been happily serving patrons at the head of the line behind a wall of steamy hot soup. When Brennia makes her exit it leaves the Healer face to face with Rilling. She looks to the little female, so easily drawn away from her place in line. With a heavy sigh she makes her way to the head of the line and returns with a hot meal for the girl. "Here. Eat up, while its hot."

Rilling me winced a few times as the winged women before her took flight and with that was gone. Her gaze affixed back onto Sabrina. As the healer sighed Rilling found herself instinctively nodding, believe it or not lots seem to sigh when she's around, must be a special effect she has on them. As Sabrina walked towards the line Rilling took a step to follow, however upon second guessing the situation she refrained from taking further steps and with a stumble stood in place. Sabrina's offering to Rilling was met with a sincere smile and a quick dismissive "Ap'she'd' With that she started to savior the morsels given to her now in a way also glued to the healer. Closing in a tad more and with a slight bending back of her wings the child approaches as close as she's able to get without physically being in contact, she'd an attempt to follow the meal ticket as it was.

Eirik doesn't stop taking the sights in, whilst his mind does mental math about where help was needed most. The Lycan is not a healer and is generally uncomfortable meeting so many new people at once. Sure late one night he was caught off guard, which led to him using tools he had never used before. Mortar and pestle. Eirik still had no clue if he destroyed the grains or not, and he'd never know. But this is not what the wanderer sought. No, for he was a warrior, and sought means which matched his abilities more. A job more suited to his skillset without having to pledge allegiance to one place or another. Diving into the politics of everything now would be a bad choice and Eirik would side with no one at this point. Not until the newcomer had a better understanding of what was truly going on. The Lycan continues his walk around the grounds, before finally returning back to where the line at the soup kitchen was. Here he'd wait for a few more minutes, watching the entire operation. It was good to see people working together.

Sabrina didn't seem to mind the youngling in the same fashion she perceived the older lot; children were not without their setbacks, but they rarely harbored malice or a need to infringe on others. The Elfess would pull up a chair and point to it, indicating the girl should sit. "Let me know if you need more, okay?" Turning her back on Rilling she continued to wash dishes, and through the corner of her eye or under that distinct feeling of being watched she'd look up to find Carlisle propped against the corner support beam. She took in a sharp inhale before eyeing him coolly. "I thought we've been through this. I have notified your chain of command." He said nothing, and therefore presented no perceivable threat. He just stood there with a shyte-smuggling grin on his face that he had won and there was nothing she could do about it. For the first time in a long time the Elfess was happy for the crowd, but it in no way took away from that eerie feeling creeping up her spine. "You need to go." Her voice was low, her eyes flickering between different shades of green as her emotional veil was being lost with her self control. The Guard said nothing, did nothing. She had better judgement in the past, but now for an unforeseen reason she places her small frame between the man and the girl obliviously eating her soup. "Just get out!" He spreads his arm along the perimeter of the tent. "Love, I am out."

Rilling as directed took to the chair as she continued to eat as quietly as she could muster while still listening to all the hustling and bustling of this "unique' day. Twisting her legs together whilst occasionally squirming and making eye contact with anyone she's able to see around, rather distractedly doing a bunch of things at the given moment. For the most part the dragoness had been ignoring the elf's words for the most part, the sudden escalation however brought the girl to her feet as she practically fell out of her chair and quickly marched to the word "out" headed straight towards Carlisle as it would. Staring at the man's leg she inquires baffled and sloshed to him "Ey, an what is going?" Usually the girl conversed in more effectively in her common, the startling however had her on edge of not knowing just who to listen to. A "Huh?" was added unprompted as the dragon of 6 attempted to piece together the adult problem before her.

Eirik 's attention shifts suddenly. Ears picking up on a confrontation in a nearby tent. That voice, familiar but angry. The muscled mass steps into action, sliding his tall frame into the dish tent. Silver eyes flick from on person to another before settling on Carlisle. A devilish grin besmirches the visage of Eirik; pearly teeth sneering at the calm guard. An intent of death visible in the warriors stance. His voice rings out low and rough, intense silver eyes never move from the man. "Something bothering you two?" Eiriks tone beyond fierce, though he did not know who he had come to save. The man was simply intimidating, beyond words when his demeanor fell to something violent. Eirik could mop the floor with this mans' innards and be far from bothered. As much clearly visible upon his features. Gaze shifts for a moment to watch the other two for mere moments. This is where his skill set might come in handy, whether Carlisle was dealt with now or not. Right hand reflexively reaches for the hilt of his sword. "It's time to move on."

Sabrina would have reached for the girl if not for the condition of her ungloved hands. She started to, even, pulling back emptyhanded at the last moment when she realized. Carlisle squatted down, reaching out to toy with a section of Rilling's hair. How cute was she? He is smiling when he talks to her. "I am a Guard of Larket. I am only here to make sure you're safe." He looks up to Sabrina. "To make sure you are all safe." The elfess looks down at him, if looks can kill she'd do it right now. Enter Eirik and his imposing figure. Sabrina is at a loss for words, had she not left this fellow much further south of here the previous night? Dishtowels would have to suffice as she wraps thin hands to encourage Rilling at the shoulders to give the men some space. Her voice is forcibly cheerful for the sake of the youngling stuck in the middle of adulty things. "Do you want to come help me find the desserts?" She'd do her best to usher the bold little dragoness -out- of harm's way. Carlisle stands upright and settles one hand on the hilt of his blade, the other with the thumb hooked into his pocket. He sucks on the corner of his teeth, keeping in mind the amount of witnesses there were this time around. "Another time then." His eyes were on Eirik, but something about his tone hinted those words were meant for someone else. He'd give Rilling a pleasing grin before turning on his heel and walking east towards the Guards tent.

Rilling despite being young was able to start picking up on the discernable tones coming from both Sabrina and Carlisle. Dessert won out in the end as with haste the dragonling was upon Sabrina's heels. As an aside she quips "Larket gards are small, ar'tey?" almost musically towards whomever would answer. These events were all of great entertainment to Rilling as it'd been a great while since she'd last been allowed to go exploring on her own. Swishing her stance she attempted to now break eye contact from the pair to hopefully ease tensions, she didn't want Sabrina yelling at her randomly again.

Thamalys was clad in The most unlikely outfit. No footwear - at all, a long, laughable apron barely covering his willowy forms, the Avian was trudging along the throng carrying a huge cauldron containing some brown, glazing, tempting mousse. An awful lot of it, in fact. Getting through the sheer amount of people was no trivial feat for the Blue, presently shoving away yet another bulky knight, most likely catching the rims of his cumbersome wings with some saucepan, or tankard, or fork, you bloody choose. "Healers!" he bursted, panting loudly while trying to get to Sabrina. "A glamorous path, they say, respected, feared, loved... by the Wind, would you mind?" he yelled to a particularly obnoxious lad stomping on his feathers. Finally in reach of the the Elfess, the Avian would have noticed the cutest being he ever encountered in Hollow, a tiny clustering of silvery innocence condensed into something - or somebody indeed - he could not even label. He stop, dropping the massive pot on the ground. "Eventide, you two. I got the dessert" he gestured toward the creamy thing. "Where the heck should I put it, then?" he groaned, definitely pissed off by the whole of the cooking business.

Sabrina didn't think the Guards were small, but at a mere fifteen hands the only being here smaller than herself was Rilling. Thamalys is a sight for sore eyes, more so what he carried. Her smile is beaming despite the Avian's trials in just bringing the vat of potential deliciousness. "Just the man we were coming to see." Rilling is let loose to explore the contents of the container and the Healer approaches the Blue, directing his attention to the fleeing Mr. Candy. "You just missed the highlight of my day." Her eyes are still on Rilling, for some reason she had adopted the idea this unsupervised minor was now her charge.

Rilling had seen quite a few interesting sites today, she was reminded backhome of the Eyrie in a way. Smirking as the Avian came up to them she eyed the interesting pot with a peculiar gaze. "What Iss that?!" she manages to choke out mid stammer. Temporarily forgetting all the earlier hostilities the saurian finds herself dangling down into the cauldron dipping her face right above the surface. An unexpected laugh bursts from the tiny thing as all attention shifts to being preoccupied with the odd cauldron.

Thamalys plainly stared at the tiny one while she made her way into the very pot. "That, o' Cheeky One..." he began lifting his index finger, right hand, as to stress the paramount importance of what was about to follow, "... that is my chocolate amaretto mousse. Of which, mind you, should remain enough to calm down that whole table over there. Anyway..." he went on, peering himself into the pan to make sure the smallest one was not bathing into the cream, "... who would you be? I thought I went by the name of Thamalys, but today you can call me whatever you like - people have been addressing me in all sort of non proper manners" his outrage fairly clear, nostrils wide in disgust, while dusting off some crumbs off his silly apron. Then, the Elfess' words kicked in. At those, the Blue wheezed something unclear, before finding his breath again. "What? You mean to tell me that son of a Vulture his still harassing each and every lass in Larket? Why, is he bothering - you - again? No, let me!" he would have yelled, already gesturing with the laces holding the cooking outfit in place, some fifty shades of mithril glowing fiercely beyond the sodded fabric.

Sabrina could have lost her wits when Rilling goes face-first into chocolate amaretto splendor, but the Blue began tussling that smock and the Healer would have none of it. “I can’t condone retaliation, they aren’t my men to control.” Still, she seemed to be sheltering herself unconsciously, with arms folded in front of her. While elves did not historically criminalize nudity there was something in his glare that made her skin crawl. To be naked was not the same as being sexual, and in those beady eyes it was all very disgusting. “We can’t make a scene, Thamalys.” Her tone suggested her wish was otherwise. “Little girl!” She hadn’t managed a standard meet and greet with the young Saurian, now seemed a good time. “Get out of that cauldron!!”

Rilling had been poking her head around the chocolate spread only coming back to reality upon being hollard at. With a heavy stur and a thud she toppled to the side of the container and with a skip and a hop was back on her feet slightly dirtied from the excapade as her hair and face dripped of the substance. Seeing now as a good time to smooth over aggressions, Rilling quickly made herself present in front of the elf calling and looked up almost at attention. “Yes?” Was the only retort given. All this attention excited Rilling, yet at the same time she knew to be mindful lest she get herself into any trouble or even worse off the Eyrie hears the trouble she has been stirring in foreign lands. “Yes Boss?” She aptly adds on repeating, echoing the rank and file instructions drilled into her from Ol Red from back home. A twisted smile suppressed as the youngling actively fights conveying her amusement at this entire situation.

Thamalys looked down to the uncompromising Elfess, the edges of his immense wings shivering, restless. But then, insisting was futile, that much he knew. "Oh, very well..." he conceded, mentally taking note of every single detail of the felon - to be put into service later on, surely. Presently, the Avian would focus on the girl near by, dipping his head slightly while trying to put together what to make of her indeed. "Well, somebody seems to enjoy my cooking - now, that is some solace..." he stated while pacing around the metallic container, evaluating the damage. "Somebody whose name still lurks in the shadows. Come come, you tiny gourmand, do not play games with the cook!" he threatened, meanwhile producing a long ladle immediately being pointed toward the Saurian. A rare time window where the Blue felt a bit playful, notwithstanding the frustration of not being able to crush Mr. Candy into tiny little pieces of fuming stew. "Should I bring it at that table, then, ma'am? The whole Royal Guard has been waiting for it..." he inquired to the Leader while pointing at the cauldron with the non-ladled hand, the Elfess today most likely very much involved into way lesser tasks if compared to the usual Guild errands.

Sabrina reared back at the additional response. “I’m not your boss, where are your parents?” It would seem the elfess did not adjust well to titles of any sort. One of the dishtowels is unraveled from her hand and she crouches down to begin wiping Thamalys’ creation from her entire face. This was the one thing about children that the healer would never grow used to; filthy little creatures, but Gods so cute. Er charge would have surely been lost to the offering of the Avian, with a smile the elfess would nod. “Aye, the smell has been getting to me too.” A lie, she did not eat and therefore the smell would be dismissed as pleasant, but not appetizingly so. She gestures to the table where the soup was being cleared out to make room. His announcement cause the line to double, each citizen; guard, wounded, and volunteer alike await the reward that had been teasing them so.

Rilling was thrown off guard being asked of her parents. Family was not actually something the saurling had ever known and despite hearing this inquiry quite often due to being a wandering child responding to it was never easy. With a little uhming and ahhing the youngling was completely lost until a almost trance like state took forever. “I from Frostmaw, in flying” With a nod she believed this was an appropriate retort. Rilling didn’t take well to suddenly being wiped off by the elf woman and Sabrina would be met with a fair amount of resistance both from the dragoness pulling away as well as the rough nature of her partially scaled skin. “La-lady Ms, Lady stop!” she bellowed trying to regain composure. With this Rilling suddenly realized why staying unnoticed was seen as a priority over being doted over. “I can myself care take” The small quiet voice said as she trailed off back towards Thamalys and his concoction.

Thamalys rolled his eyes at the very sky, while furiously tapping the wooden spoon on his side. "No no no, you cheeky lass, you'll have to wait for your turn, am I being clear? Off!" he yelled, the moment the youngling made his way back toward the chocolatey prize. He would have try to dodge the tiny one, shoving her away with a good portion of those ivory wings before making a clumsy escape toward the loud customers awaiting. Thus he went on, comically dragging the monumental pot till he reached the wooden shores of that magnificent table - a single board carved from some impossibly old tree, no doubt. Elbows high and sharp, the Blue was engaged in a most challenging fight, countless hands trying to grab the alluring content of the cauldron the Avian struggled to defend. In the end, he had to resorted to some firework to clear the space. "Would you - stay - down? All of you, I said!" he notified, shortly before slamming his right hand on the table, a fiery ring of blue fire leaping into the air for some moments before the Spellblade wave it casually away, most of the mouths witnessing the display wide open in disbelief. "Excellent. Now. Ladies first, if you don't mind..." he continued as if nothing ever happened at all, dipping the ladle deep into the sweet innards of the masterpiece. Only at this stage he would have glanced back to check whether the Elfess or the Saurian or both were somehow engaged in some sort of chase after the pot.

Sabrina left well enough alone and stood again, with her hands on her hips and soiled dishrag in hand. She is shaking her head when she ventures off towards Raphaline to assist in the transition. It wouldn’t be long before the Elfess found things in proper order and disappeared towards the healing tents to attend to her actual duty. Tham’s display is not without some recognition though, as the Healer is already trying to find a way to put that beautiful gift to good use.