RP:Roldan finds Achaedas

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Built and rebuilt, torn apart and set like stubborn bone, this tavern is the pinnacle of Hollow's entirety, wrought around the premise of peace, equality, and consummate amity. And of course, the old place had seen all of the three, but so much more. Dire markings of claw and steel cut deep into wall panels and floorboards. Set against the land's usual motif of destruction are signs of comfort. Twisting shadows and smoothing out a careful blanket of light with soft, quaint fires, a candelabra dangles down by thick cords, gripping the circular holder. Each twists up, converging upon the center, where they snake about one another and form a thick, secure anchor to Kelay Tavern's high, accommodating ceiling. The candelabra rattle now and again from the inn patrons overhead, pouring down globs of wax to the center of the room, which is wide and unobstructed. Cheaply carpentered tables and chairs grow outward around the bare dancing area, keeping to the rounded theme, and also keeping to a dwarven barkeep's avariciously born taste for 'economical' furniture. Hardly any expense has been wasted on the actual upkeep of the public center though, as can be garnered from the smell of deep pine, rich tobacco, and even richer spirits. Stairs twist away dimly near the high bar. And atop that side rests the inn logs, quill, and ink. This establishment's fine keeper, Mesthak, can be seen smiling out from his post at the bar, straight across to the room's always crackling stone-wrought hearth. Behind him, atop lofty shelves, sits an array of dark, amber, and clear liquids. Food smells waft from somewhere near at hand. A carefully printed and hung sign details the purchasable items here in the place of merriment, loss, laughter, and life. Also, tucked into a corner near one of two windows closest to the tavern doorway is a thickly papered bulletin board. A sign has been added next to the board that reads, 'The management requires patrons be fully inebriated at all times and that no curing spells be performed in this tavern-Thank you'.


-- Kelay Tavern, Kelay

Achaedas sighed as he and his companion sauntered into the tavern. "Dude.." the feline mumbled, leaving it to Alyssa to figure out what he meant. She'd known that by now. "Always the same place...I enjoyed goin' to Larket a few days ago, it was...different business than usual." Both of them sitting down, the man said nothing as the high elf merely nodded at him, not saying a word, looking at the floor of the crowded tavern.

Roldan's eyes narrow as Achaedus speaks, but for now he is merely content to listen.

Achaedas ; The feline sighed as his high elves companion merely nodded again. "You really don't like to talk when there are others around, do you?" The feline makes a thoughtful face. "Ah well, I guess you never really talk alot. I guess it doesn't matter." The feline loosely puts an arm on the table, focusing his gaze on Alyssa. "But the forest was kinda creepy in some way, I didn't really enjoy every part of it. It was so...huge..But we saw alot of it, didn't we?"

Roldan~say to achaedas What is your name?

-Achaedas rapidly looked in the direction of the voice directed to him. "Hmm? It's considered social to greet somebody first before asking their name, y'know. But very well then, the name's Ach..OW!" The feline groaned in pain as he'd felt a sharp kick from his companion below the table, who acted like nothing happened, just the usual staring at the glass of questionable fluid on her table. "Why'd you do that?" he asked her with a highly raised voice. Alyssa merely lifted a brow at him. At once, Achaedas understood the situation. "That depends on who's asking." the feline said carefully, looking in Alyssa's direction every now and then, half expecting another kick coming ni.

Roldan pushes himself to his feet, his sword sliding swiftly from its sheath. "You are under arrest. You may come with me, peacefully, to Larket, where you will be detained and questioned, or you may struggle. If you choose the second option, you will be beaten, dragged to Larket, and questioned with force. Which will it be?"

Achaedas quickly stood up and took a step back. "What is wrong with you?!" he shouted, the man had barely met him and already he did point a sword at him, threatening him with beating him down if he would resist.

Roldan lets loose a piercing whistle, and three Larket guardsmen rush into the tavern, weapons drawn. One secures the door, and one stands by each window. The Sheriff himself, red armor gleaming, slams the visor of his helmet down. "You are a suspect in a crime. If you are innocent, you have nothing to fear. Every moment you resist only proves your guilt. Submit willingly, or be arrested forcefully. This is your last chance."

Achaedas say to Roldan What crime?

Roldan say to achaedus That will be made clear to you in Larket.

Achaedas resisted the urge to commence a major facepalm. He gestured with his head outside the tavern at Alyssa, "C'mon, let's go with them, they've got me curious." Then Achaedas turned his attention to the man arresting him, "So where do ya want us?"

Roldan, sheathing his sword, takes from one guard a pair of leg irons, and matching chains for the wrists. With these, he approaches the pair warily. "Stretch out your hands," he orders, his voice hard and flat. "Only you; I care nothing about the other." These words are directed at Achaedus himself.

Achaedas knew what was coming. "I don't consider handcuffs peaceful." Then he made a gesture at Alyssa, "Sorry, but I think you should be going now.." The high elf blushed as she stood up and scuffled away, "Be careful" Could be heard by the ones with good hearing. Then Achaedas directed his attention at Roldan again. "I think I did not choose the forceful way, did I?"

Roldan's eyes narrow, but he speaks cordially enough. "Had you chosen otherwise, you would be hogtied on the back of a horse. This is for the safety of my men, and the citizens of Larket. You have my word that you will be released, if you are innocent." The knight gives the chains a brisk shake. "Hands out. I will not ask again."

Achaedas calmly shook his head. "Don't think so." Hands in his pockets, the feline calmly navigated his way out of the tavern, past the guards, with a slow tread. It didn't look like he was really planning to leave and escape, as he probably should have done. No, this guy was merely testing Roldan's patience.

Roldan drops the chains with a resounding clatter. In one fluid motion, his left fist, covered in heavy scale armor, jabs out toward Achaedas' face, even as the knight's sword again clears its scabbard. Not waiting even an instant to see if his initial blow lands, Roldan steps in, again utilizing his left arm to grab at his opponent's upper arm, intending to wench him forward and hold the glittering blade of Judgment at the feline's throat.

Achaedas grinded his pointy teeth as he instantly was attacked by several men. "Ahem..As I said, I don't think so." Slowly the creature began to morph into cat form. And in this case, it was a pure black house cat. As the hold upon him was loosened, he jabbed a single claw at Roldan's shins before running out of the tavern. However, outside of the tavern, it could be seen that the feline shifted back to humanoid form, as if he was waiting for Roldan to follow him. Like a game.

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