Halyard Tavern: Main Room

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Halyard Tavern ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~

Warmly lit by torches along the walls and lanterns set upon the many tables scattered around the room, the main room of the Halyard Tavern is an often- populated area. One corner of the tavern is taken up by a stage, about a foot or two higher than the rest of the floor, where live entertainment performs, while circular tables, both large and small, are set up in front of the stage, spreading out into the center of the room. Meanwhile, around the perimeter of the tavern, booths are set, and, of course, the obligatory bar rests against the far wall, a bartender or barmaid always on duty. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Visible Exits:

[O]ut to [E]ntrance

With:

[DYN] Rothal

[DYN] Akakios

Several hares are working the bar today, as the heat drives the vermin inside in search of drinks and shade. Somehow, Rothal has once again gotten stuck on bar duty. How is beyond him, since he is quite possibly the most inept bartender available. At the moment, he scrubs furiously at the top of the bar, trying to restore a large spot of stained wood to its original color.

Vorth has arrived.

Akakios sits in a chair by the bar drinking heavily from a mug. His attention is not on the hare. Instead, it seems to be fixed on a point somewhere on the wall behind the bar. Two upturned mugs rest on the bar in front of him, a silent attribute to how long he has been here.

Rothal gives up on the stain after several minutes, moving down the bar in Akakios direction when a call for drink is heard. Sighing, he rummages under the counter, grimacing at the thought that supplies are running low. Taking a narrow, green-tinted bottle from near the back of a shelf, opening it and pouring it unsteadily into a large ferret's glass. His chains are back on, curtesy of a rather grumpy weasel slavemaster.

Akakios finishes his drink as the hare is pouring for the other vermin, and waves at Rothal. "Yew, slave! Down here and give me drink! Quickly!" He glares at the hare, waving his paw agitatedly.

Rothal groans. What is with vermin and calling hares names? Clanking down along the bar, he stops, pouring the whiskey into the wildcat's mug. "Anythin' else, yah majesty? Or may h'I be excused from yah royal presence?" He comments sarcastically, placing a cork in the bottle and turning to answer another call for ale.

Vorth walks into the tavern and heads for the bar after a long morning of marching about the place and keeping an eye on beasts, seating himself on a bar stool he orders his usual "Ale long ears"

Akakios is about to take a drink when Rothal's sarcasm perks his attention, and anger. "Hoi! Slave, get back here! I talk to yew now!" He bangs the mug on the table, glaring at Rothal.

Rothal hopes to find an excuse by serving Vorth, but another hare has already started heading for the rat. He turns, walking back to the wildcat and smiling. "Yeah, sah? What do yah need?"

Vorth takes his drink from the other hare before he looks over and fixes his eye on hare and wildcat, bit of entertainment as he drinks it seems.

Akakios takes a quick drink from the mug, before slamming it onto the bar, splashing ale onto the bartop. Just as quickly, one of his paws comes up, claws extended, headed straight for Rothal's face. "Yew should learn yer place, slave!"

Rothal frowns as he watches the ale splash over the counter. He'll have to clean that up, and... His thoughts are interrupted by the fact that the wildcat's claws have just slammed into his cheek, piercing into his mouth. He bites his tongue to keep from crying out, rather sickened at the fact that he can feel the wildcat's claws scraping his teeth.

Vorth rests an elbow on the bar top so he can rest his head on his paw, tail curling around his stool as he watches the wildcat do his teaching, he looks amused as he sips at his drink.

Akakios grins, and, instead of pulling his claws back out, pulls them down the hares face. Then, they retract back into his paw. Still grinning, he takes the mug, and flings the whiskey inside towards the hare's face.

Rothal winces as the claws cut furrows down the side of his face. He can't help wondering whether other beasts can see in his mouth now, and what exactly this will do to his chances of picking up a doe sometime in the future. Once again, he has spent to much time thinking, and although he tries to dodge, receives most of the whiskey in the face. The pain in his cheek is almost unbearable, and he slumps against the bar.

Vorth chuckles, a chuckle which after a while turns into a laugh, only stopping briefly to take another swig of his drink.

Akakios smiles only for a moment at his handiwork. The next moment it has bored him, and he stands, walking to the door and leaving, without a backward glance at the wounded hare. Akakios has left.

Rothal stays slumped against the counter, blood and whiskey running down his face. He glares at the wildcat as he leaves. "h'If h'I were loose..."

Vorth still laughs "If ye were loose he'd probably have ripped ye apart"

Rothal glances blearily at the rat. "Sah, h'I'm a boxah of sorts... h'I don't think he would've found h'it so easy." He places a paw against the counter for support, standing slowly. He reaches for a towel, grabbing it and holding it against his face in a vain attempt to stop bleeding. Scarred for life at the least, or it gets infected and he dies, if he can't get it sealed up soon.

Vorth still laughs at him, he finds this all very funny "Boxing bunny" he manages to laugh out.