You are standing in a small dimly lit room...actually, it is more akin to a hallway than a room of any sort. Here, travellers shake off the weariness of the road from their tattered cloaks and hang them upon the wall. Quite a few garmets are here, hanging at eye level upon wooden pegs, awaiting the call of their masters who are within basking in the joy of their fellows.

Some faint laughter sifts from the other side of the common room door, and falls lightly upon your ears. The chatter of voices, sharing perhaps tales of battle or hardship, pierce the laughter, giving it a serious undertone.

Obvious exits:
Tavern , Common Room , and Out

Seated at the bar, in apparent inner musings, a tall man quietly hums to himself. Away from the others within the bar, the man appears to be slightly out of place compared to the other patrons. He looks up as the woman enters the room and smiles slowly.

Rinkair walks into the tavern room, ducking slightly as he does and looking about, almost looking for a place to sit.

A woman, her face (sans her eyes) and hair is covered in black silk. She is sitting at a quiet table.

The woman's eyes light upon Tarondor and she nods quietly to him. Turning her head slightly then, she spies Rinkair. A slight narrowing of her eyes can possibly be seen as he enters the room.

Rinkair moves towards the bar, the natural opening between the man and the others being his direction. He walks up to the bar and quickly catches the tenders attention and orders something in a soft voice that doesn't carry far.

The man at the bar watches the two newest arrivals to the bar. He studies the man at the bar and nods, then getting up he walks quickly over to the seated lady.

With a half bow and a flip of his cloak backwards to reveal his tunic underneath, the man offers brightly, "Good evening, my lady."

Startled eyes look up to the man that approaches her. Instantly an ebony eyebrow arches in scepticism. She offers him a nod but nothing more. Yet, her eyes bore into him. Looking around the room and seeing noone that would recognize her, she brings one hand up to remove the black silk that runs across her face.

If the man before her is startled by the altered appearance of the woman before him it is only manifested in a slight shift in weight from his left leg to his right. "Excuse the interuption, my lady. I have been in this inn for too long with the conversation of soldiers. Do you mind if I sit? My name is Tarondor."

Ithilir steps in from the cloakroom to the west.
Ithilir has arrived.

A graceful hand motions him to sit with her. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots Ithilir and immediately leans over and blows out the candle sitting on the table infront of her. She says in a low voice "Please.. " Just then a barmaid comes to the table and places a glass of red wine next to the woman.

A tall figure, wrapped in a grey cloak enters. He throws aside the cloak, and from his tabard, it is immediately apparent he is a Knight. He nods to the waitress, and whispers to her, before heading to the Knights Table. He smiles slightly as one or two occupants acknowledge him, but is mostly silent. When he gets to the table, empty at this hour, he sits with his back to the wall, and looks about him at those nearby.

Ithilir sits at the Knights table.

The table where Kalira is sitting is now shrouded in darkness in the corner of the room.

Rinkair glances over at the lady and then nods slightly as the drink he ordered, mulled cider, is placed in front of him. He pays the tender, a tip as well and turns to look over the taverns room. The lady seems very our of place here and he frowns slightly, something tickling at the back of his mind before Ithilir's entrance pulls his attention away from his thoughts.

Rinkair seems startled by the ladies action, he doesn't hear her words though over the murmur of the tavern and he turns back to his drink.

Watching the lady's actions, Tarondors eyes show one of slight confusion. Looking about the room for a reason for the lady's secrecy he notices Ithilir walk in and take a place at the Knight's table. Quietly sitting, he waits for her to speak.

Ithilir looks up from some parchments scattered on the table, as the Barmaid approaches, and with a smile, hands him his drink. He pays her, and from her broadening smile, handsomely, and then taking a sip of his drink, returns to the scrolls at hand, ignorant of the revelry about him.

In a soft voice, one that only those very near could hear, Kalira says "Good evening." With a slight smirk she says "What makes you believe I would not converse of soldiers as well?" Her eyes twinkle with mischief in the dimness of the table.

Rinkair notes Ithilir's choice of seats and walks over towards his table, his eyes glancing at Kalira and Tarondar's table for a moment before standing in front of Ithilir's table, "Do you mind if I join you m'lord?"

Aiesha has arrived.

Ithilir looks up at the figure before him, and his scowl softens as he recognizes the Sailor. "My Lord Captain, if you desire, but I fear I am poor company at the best of times, and these rosters must be finished ere dawn." He reaches for his drink, and gestures to a chair, saying, "Still, I will do what little I may to aid in your merrymaking."

Rinkair laughs and sitting says, "When have Rosters ever been due but the day before you really have time to do them?"

Looking deeply into the woman's eyes, Tarondor says happily, "Soldiers only speak of battle and though I love a good tale I would much prefer some other conversation. I did not catch your name, my lady."

Kaliras eyes flick toward the one that has the title 'Lord Captain'.

Ithilir frowns and says, "Nay, it is due to the lack of a Current Captain of the Swan Company. I as his superior, must fill in until he is replaced."

Kalira turns her gaze back to Tarondor and says "I agree.. tis of boring conversation I am sure. I am too, looking for conversation as light." She pauses and says in a very quiet murmer "You may call me Lira"

Aiesha wanders in, looking for a place to sit, and spying the hearth, wanders over to it, looking about to slump on the floor!

Rinkair nods and says, "Might i be of any assistance m'lord Ithilir? I am understand the paperwork if nothing else for I have done it a great deal."

"Well met, Lira, " Tarondor says with a slight smile of disbelief. "Then let us speak of love. That is a topic I never tire of." He motions for the barmaid.

Ithilir smiles and says, "That is most kind of you, but there is but the one copy, and it is merely a case of writing in all of the names and schedules. I would not burden you with it."

Arching an amused eyebrow at this topic, Kalira lifts the glass to her lips briefly, watching Tarondor over the rim of her glass. After the sip, she says "What an interesting topic, I should say. Tis one that most shun from"

The smile on Tarondor's face widens slightly. He fidgets with the rings on his fingers and whispers, "But first you must tell me why you seem to be avoiding Lord Ithilir."

Rinkair nods and listens to Ithilir as he works, watching to make sure he doesn't miswrite anything at least and looks around, noting Aiesha, "M"lady Aiesha, join us why don't you."

Ithilir looks up, and sees the Lady Aiesha. He rises from his seat, and pulling out a chair says, "My Lady, please allow me?"

Kaliras eyes flick to the Knight's table then back to Tarondor. She says softly, almost a purr "Tis not avoidance, Tarondor. I simply dislike Knights. And he is the leader of them.. no? Aside from this, I have no use to speak to him. How in that can there be avoidance?"

Aiesha noting the Captain and his company, smiles wearily. "As you wish, Captain." She wanders over to the present company.

Ithilir holds the chair, and then when Aiesha is seated, returns to his own chair, and work.

Though Tarondor's smile never leaves his face, his eyes grow serious. "I make a living at understand the actions of others, my lady. Blowing out your candle seemed like avoidance to me. Having met the Lord I have to say that he is a stern fellow but certainly not one to dislike."

Rinkair smiles and says, "Would you like anything to drink my lady>?"

Kalira shrugs a shoulder and sips her wine "I could not say, I know him not." She places her glass down on the table and leans in, resting her chin on her hand. She says "Now.. what of the other topic you wished to discuss?"

Even though obviously tired, Aiesha manages a smile. "I have not the money with me, Captain."

Tarondor lets out a small laugh and his eyes return to their normal unemotional appearance. "Well, tell me. Where is it that you hail from, Lira? Do you live here in Dol Amroth?"

Ithilir smiles to Aiesha, and says, "Nay My Lady, I would gladly lend you some until you are able to repay me?"

Rinkair laughs and says, "What would you like m'lady?"

Rinkair looks at Ithilir and chuckles, 'Nay, forget repayment I will pay it gladly, tell me, has the Lady Illiana recovered from her embarassement of earlier?",Rinkair speaks to Aiesha with the question.

Aiesha chuckles, "I would say so, Captain Rinkair."

Kaliras eyes flick toward the Knight's table then back to her tablemate. She says "Aye.. I do at that. Yet only recently. And you?" Her eyes still dance with mischief when she looks to Tarondor and her ever expressive eyebrow is continually arched in curiosity

Rinkair nods and says, "Good. She seemed quite embarassed, tell me, think you she can learn what she needs to survive effectively?"

Aiesha smiles, "As in how to run as fast as the wind, my seafaring friend?" She chuckles, "methinks the lady Illiana has the willpower to do anything she wishes, and accomplish it with flying colours!"

Looking at the table where Ithilir sits and then back to the woman in front of him, Tarondor says, "No, I am from Minas Tirith. I came here on business from Lord Denethor but now that my affairs here are finished I am to return shortly. Are you sure you have not seen the Captain of the Knights about the city before, he is a hard man to not notice?"

Ithilir sips from his goblet of brandy, and lays aside a tablet and stylus. He places the goblet on the table, and then rubs his eyes vigourously. He looks at his companions blinkingly for a moment, and then seems to survey the room slowly and carefully, as if he were surveying a battlefield.

Rinkair nods and says, "Indeed she has the strenght of will I think if she wishes to do it.. But strength of character won't protect her if I don't teach her strength of body as well.. And how to defend herself at least a little. Tell me Lady Aiesha, what are you doing for the Master Merchant as his assistant? Do you help him run his business?"

Kaliras eyes grow slightly annoyed, as does her tone "I have not said that I have not noticed him.. I simply said I know him not." She turns her gaze back toward the Knight's table, specifically when the name Lady Illiana is spoken. A slight smirk crosses her lips and then she turns back to Tarondor. She says "So how is it that you wish to speak of love with a stranger, Tarondor?

Ithilir spies Tarondor, and sees him talking to a young woman. His eyes widen slightly, and his upper lip rises at one corner a bit, but other than that, he betrays no emotion. He turns back to the papers set out before him, and takes them up again.

Aiesha smiles to Rinkair, "As his assistant, at the moment, I have done very little." She thinks for a moment, "I have not seen much of him lately, to be honest.." She chews on that thought for a while.

Rinkair nods and says, "I have seen him but not a great deal of late. That is not unusual though for I am often at sea and do not have much interaction beyond the navy in truth with those even of my home city of Pelargir."

Readying himself as if preparing for battle, Tarondor straightens his cloak out on his shoulders and looks again at Lira. Noticing Ithilir's gaze but showing nothing outwardly that would indicate uncomfort, he says quietly, "I think it would be rude of me not to greet the Captain . I will return in two minutes and then we will speak about love." He rises quickly from his table and makes his way towards the Knight's table.

Aiesha chuckles, "Apparently that is the way of a seafarer, Captain."

Rinkair smiles and says, "Especially those of the Navy I fear. We do not spend much time ashore, less even than the merchantmen we protect. There is too much to protect and too few of us I fear."

As Tarondor stands, Kalira watches him momentarily. She Knows exactly what he is doing and drops her head so that her hair falls over her face in a very poor attempt to cover it. She takes her glass and sips from it again. Then, with a definate sigh.. possibly one of defeat (?) She raises her head and looks straight at the Knight's table. Her eyes glinting dangerously at Tarondor as he moves to speak with Ithilir.

Aiesha says, "Also, it seems that my skill in healing has also been taken into consideration, Captain Rinkair...they have apparently titled me as such, too..."

Ithilir looks up as a shadow crosses his parchments, and seeing Tarondor, he nods to him, saying, "Well Met Tarondor." He looks past him to the vacated table, and seeing Kalira looking at him, he raises his glass in her direction, and then takes a sip, before returning his gaze to the young man before him.

At this, Aiesha's face bunches into a feigned grimace. "The title hasn't yet sunk in, I'm afraid..."

Moving infront of the Knight's table with an obvious motion in order to gain attention, Tarondor says cheerfully, "Excuse the interuption Captain Ithilir, I thought I might say hello."

Kalira arches a dangerous eyebrow at Ithilir. She lets out a slow breath, almost whistling it through her teeth.

Rinkair looks up as the newcomer arrives, he looks over at the other table where he last saw this man, frowning slightly. He seems to be trying to recall something before Aiesha's words recall him from his thoughts, "Oh you can't remember it? Come now it can't be that hard."

Ithilir looks expectantly at Tarondor, and says, "That was thoughtful of you."

Aiesha blinks, then chuckles, "Oh, no, I can remember the title very well, Captain Rinkair... The title just doesn't seem to belong to me yet...if you understand what I am talking about."

When Ithilir raises his glass to her, Kalira then takes her glass and raises it to him in a salute as well. SIpping from the liquid

Rinkair chuckles and says, "It has been given to you hasn't it? Then it belongs to you. Accept it because you will come to find that you will grow into it if you do."

Looking at the members of the Knight's table he smiles, "It is a small world is it not, Rinkair and Aeisha, that we have all met before. I see you have made your way to Dol Amroth, Aiesha. May I buy you another drink Captian Ithilir, as a gesture of good-will."

Ithilir looks at Tarondor, and says, "No, that is quite alright My fellow, but if I may speak to you quietly for a moment?" He rises from the table, and says to Rinkair and Aiesha, "If you will excuse me for just a moment?" He then looks at Tarondor, and gestures to an empty table.

Rinkair looks at Tarondor and nods, 'To us of Gondor it is a small world."

Glancing at Lira and then back to Ithilir, Tarondor motions to the table, "By all means, Captain."

Ithilir +whispers to Tarondor, "Are ... ... ... ... ...?"
Ithilir walks over to the table, and gesturing to a chair, sits.

Kalira sits back in her chair and swirls her glass of wine. She crosses one arm over her lap and proceeds to look quite bored.

Sitting down with Ithilir, Tarondor looks confused.

Ithilir looks patiently at Tarondor, awaiting his answer.

Rinkair glances at Kalira, Ithilir and Tarondor and turns to Aiesha, 'Do you know who that lady sitting over there is Aiesha?"

Tarondor +whispers to Ithilir, "... ... ... that ... ... the ... Captain ... Dol Amroth.""

Ithilir nods and says, "Yes, that is correct."

Ithilir +whispers to Tarondor, "... ... ... aware that ... ... ... ... ...? ... more to ... ..., ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... lesser ... to ... in my presence ... ... ...?"

Ithilir sips from his goblet, and smiles at Tarondor.

Aiesha smiles, although trying to recall where she'd met Tarondor before. She surveys the room for a moment, then suddenly remembers. She turns to Rinkair, then to the other woman, then back to Rinkair, smiling mischieviously. "I do not think so, Captain...but I will in a minute!"

Tarondor +whispers to Ithilir, "... ... ... my .... ... ... ... ... ... ...."

Aiesha gets up from her chair, and wanders over to the other woman.

Ithilir smiles and says, "That is quite alright Tarondor, you are new to our ways here, and I do not wish to spoil the charm of Dol Amroth on your lips. You will remember our talk though I warrant?" He rises, and then says, "But I will allow you to return to the young woman whom you were no doubt entertaining. Thank you kindly for your attention." He then returns to his table, and takes his seat again.

Aiesha says to Kalira, "You seem bored, my lady. Perhaps you would join myself and the Captain in conversation?"

Ithilir looks up at Aiesha and Kalira and a look of amusement plays quickly across his face to be replaced swiftly by the stone mask he habitually wears.

Kalira looks up as she is approached by Aiesha. Grey eyes flick to the 'captain' and then back to her. She smiles brilliantly to her and says "Nay, yet the invitation is appreciated." She then looks back down at her glass.. perhaps in a very abrupt dismissal.

Tarondor stays seated for a moment, his eyes seem distant and withdrawn. He starts to stand when he notices the Lira now has company. Playing with his pendant he waits patiently.

Rinkair notes Ithilir's face and seems more confused. He seems to be trying to remember something. But you see several other thoughts are penetrating as well and it seems like he is thinking on things that are not having to do with here.

Ithilir looks at Rinkair, and says, "It seems that your companion has left you, I am sorry Captain, but perhaps she shall return anon."

Aiesha shrugs, nonchalantly. "The offer is still there, should you finish your conversation with Tarandor." She smirks, seen only by the other woman.

Aiesha walks back to the Captain, and returns to her seat, smiling.

Seeing that Aiesha has once again left Lira alone, Tarondor makes his way back to the Sailor's table.

Kalira looks up to Aiesha with a slightly confused look upon her face. She shrugs lightly, apparently brushing it off. Her eyes roam over to the Knights' table and land upon Rinkair. Again, only if you are close, can you see a slight narrowing of her eyes to him. Not of maliciousness, however.. one more of curiosity. When Torondor approaches she smiles to him and says "I take it from your expression that your conversation did not go well?"

Rinkair looks over at Ithilir and says, "M'lord I do not mean to trouble you but tell me, what can you tell me of the Squire Beladan?"

Ithilir looks at Rinkair with a strange look, and with a low intonation says, "Much, but what is it you would know?"

Kaliras eyes flick to the Knight's table at the menton of THAT name as well..

Tarondor attempts to smile and sits again at the table. "Sometimes I forget who I am. The Knight Captain and I have had some difficulties in the past."

Kalira nods to Tarondor, her attention once again going to him. She nods and sips her wine "The Knight Captain is renowned for that..."

Aiesha's eyes flick to the knight, then back to Rinkair, curiousity plainly seen by all.

Rinkair hms, "Tell me, what is his interest in the Lady Illiana? He seems quite possesive of her and yet worried about her well being." Rinkair seems curious but also deadly serious as if something is troubling him, "What is going on between Beladan and the Lady Illiana? I must admit to being quite lost. All I do know is that the Princes Squire is quite opposed to the Lady Illiana learning how to defend herself yet your Prince has made her his courier, so she will, I assume, be riding about Gondor."

Aiesha +whispers to you, "Is that what you're worried about Captain? The Squire interrupting Illiana's training?"

Tarondor sighs slightly. "I have been away too long from men such as he. However, on to other matters. Tell of love, for it is a topic I never have chance to speak of. Are many suitors after you?"

Ithilir frowns for a moment, and then says, "Of Squire Beladan's personal affairs, I will not speak except at his bidding. As for the Lady Illiana, she has a somewhat 'forceful' will, as you are no doubt aware." He takes a sip of his brandy, and says, "I may say that it is no secret that at one point the two were affianced, although the arrangement was terminated. I believe that there was some 'coldness' on both parts at the separation."

Both ebony eyebrows raise in surprise at Tarondor's question. She says, rather shocked "Well... no.. " She then frowns and furrows her eyebrows, however covers it quickly by taking another sip of her wine. She then repeats.. "No.."

Rinkair looks at Ithilir and says, "There's certainly a great deal of flame when the two meet." Rinkair frowns again and says, "And the lady Kalira? What part does she play in this coldness between the two or if any part at all?"

Reading the expression on Lira's face, Tarondor says quietly, "Your hesitation would say different, my lady. I think there must be someone..."

Ithilir smiles slightly, and then says, "Of that I may also not speak, save at the Lady's behest. It would go ill with me, should she learn that I had spoken of her personal life. Yet I may say that there have been words between the two, although the nature of those words are known only to the principals." He then fixes Rinkair with a keen glance, and says, "You are more than somewhat interested in the personal lives of the Members of the Prince's Court, if I may make such a comment? May I ask the nature of this interest?"

Daemithion steps in from the cloakroom to the west.
Daemithion has arrived.

Kalira looks to Tarondor strangely. She then turns her head quickly to the Knights' table for some reason (perhaps a name mentionned) and then snaps to Tarondor. "Nay. There is noone and has never been anyone.. is -that- what you wish to know?"

Rinkair nods and says, "The Squire Beladan has challenged me to a duel, m'lord Ithilir, over my accpetance of Illiana as my student. Also there was an emmissary of the Lady Kalira and she was most, vicious in her attacks against myself and my crew.. But did not seem entirely unbiased in the matter either.. That is why I ask m'lord. I have no wish to fight Beladan but his actions and words are difficult to forgive. And he has issued the challenge so I am obliged to take it up."

Daemithion walks into the Tavern a bit tired and sits at an empty table in the shadows of the fire, and orders himself a nice cold drink and relaxes.

Ithilir nods and says, "Beladan has spoken to me of this matter. I have agreed that if no way of settling this matter may be found, I will judge the contest. I hope that is agreeable to you?"

Helorondur steps in from the cloakroom to the west.
Helorondur has arrived.

Tarondor puts up his hand as if to apologize. "I do not mean offense Lira. One of your obvious beauty should have many pursuers. I can not help but overhear the conversation at the Knight Captain's table and the name Kalira sounds much like yours...I do not mean to gossip but if you wish to speak with someone who has no vested interest in the goings on here then perhaps I can help."

Rinkair chuckles and says, "Lord Ithilir I am not worried about it, you are a fair man and in truth I believe that many of the comments that the Squire directed against my crew are unforgiveable, his disagreement was and is with me, not my crew or the navy. But I do not know whether his reason is clouded and he has not done this for the wrong reasons.. When women are concerned it would not be of much surprise that reason is not concerned."

Aiesha blinks in surprise. Feeling she should say something, she puts in, "Is it not the right of the person concerned to judge this, Knight Captain?"

Ithilir nods, and says, "So you feel that his comments to you were only readily settled in combat?" He turns to Aiesha, and says, "Nay My Lady, in this the laws are clear, when a duel is made in Belfalas, a Knight Officer must officiate. I will be there solely to make sure that all of the agreed upon rules are adhered to, and to judge in the case of either participant being unable to continue the duel." He returns his gaze to Rinkair, and says, "I am sure you are aware that I would like to see this matter settled without bloodshed?"

Daemithion yawns with sleepy eyes and looks around the Tavern as many small conversations are going on between friends... he quietly pulls out a charm from his pocket and holds it in the light of the fire and stares at it for a few moments then replaces it back in his pocket with a slight smile of happyness.

A few faces to turn a figure entering the door; he is tall and well dressed. Many of the common patrons nod as they recognize a comrade. A few look slightly surprised , for this man is clearly not the sort to frequent taverns as a general rule. Helorondur twists and turns through the crowd, scanning the room to match faces with familiar voices that carry over the din.

Kaliras eyes snap to Tarondor. She says (a bit loudly) "Yes, I am Lady Kalira.. and there is naught to discuss, Tarondor. Unless you wish to speak of light matters." She turns her gaze to the rest of the room and then slumps back to her chair. She says in a bit softer tone "Twas all I had wished for at hand as it were.." She frowns, disappointed in herself and takes a longer drink from her wine, finally draining the glass. When finished, she looks up to Tarondur rather forlornly.

Ithilir looks up at the sudden outburst, and then seeing that the Lady Kalira has remained seated, he turns back to the matter at hand.

Rinkair smiles an says, "No m'lord but he has left me no option. I am required by my lands Laws to take up his challenge if it is not settled in some other matter and he refuses to take back his slurs or his challenge unless I turn Illiana away as my student. I can not do that m'lord. I gave her my word and unless the Prince forbids me such, and takes her position as courier away, then Beladan must take back his challenge."

Arax steps in from the cloakroom to the west.
Arax has arrived.

Ithilir nods, and says, "But my question was not that you dismiss the challenge, but that you try and come to some understanding with Beladan. Have you spoken to him since the incident? I would think that you would need to do so if not to settle the matter, to at least agree upon the place, time and weapons."

Aiesha glances up at the woman, now revealed as Lady Kalira. As she notices the look she gives Tarandor, she quietly smirks, although it seems a gesture rarely used on her face.

Daemithion sits back in his chair with a sigh and, with little intrest, listens to other peoples conversations.

Rinkair shakes his head, "When I tried ot do that before he only said that it would take place during the tournament upcoming in my home city m'lord. He will not speak on the matter further until the Prince makes a decision on it."

Helorondur quickens his pace as he sees friends at one of the tables, he waves to Ithilir and Rinkair,m without expecting much of a response, for both appear to be preoccupied. Nonethelless, he pulls up to the Knight's table in a favoured chair.

Taking out a small medallion and placing it on the table, Tarondor looks at Kalira's face with obvious sadness. His voice is soft and relaxed. "I am sorry. Please forgive my prying. I sometimes cannot help but try to uncover disguises, it is a leftover from my past. Do you wish to know the story behind this medallion?"

Aiesha looks up, and smiles broadly at her boss. She gestures at a chair, then back to Arax.

Ithilir frowns, and says, "Was this directly after the incident, or had he had time to find more wiser consul?" He turns to Helorondur, and smiling says, "Well met Helorondur, how goes it?"

Helorondur sits at the Knights table.

Daemithion sits at the Commoners table.

Arax comes in from the inn and seeing Aiesha's smile and gesture, gladly comes over and takes a seat next to her

Kaliras eyes look downward to the medallion and simply nods to Tarondor. She looks back up at him and crosses her arms over her stomach infront of her.

Helorondur raises an eyebrow at Ithilir's curious turn of phrase. "Well, in mine own circles, but I have heard rumor that my squire has become embroiled in something of a dilemma. Do either of you know what silliness this my be?" He turns to Rinkair as he asks.

Beladan steps in from the cloakroom to the west.
Beladan has arrived.

Aiesha smiles warmly, "How fares you, Arax?"

Beladan steps into the afternoon crowd of the tavern.

Arax looks at his young assistant Aiesha and smiling says, "How fare thee tonight Milady? Good I do hope"

Rinkair shakes his head, "Directly after.. I have not had time to speak with him much since then m'lord, nor much wish with the marines of my ship around me. Many of them were not pleased with his conduct m'lord. And he has not spoken to me again about the matter since I saw him recently on watch duty. From his words to me before, which m'lord were, Thou art so assinine as to be beneath contempt. Thou knowest not that the time falls to thee? Very well, knave of salt. The tourney loometh and we shalt settle old wounds then. And I was not in the mood to speak with him again after that."

Beladan starts at the recollection of his words and looks around the tavern seeking their source.

Helorondur looks up from the table to Beladan, and back to Rinkair, a look of bewilderment in his face. "What say you? Is this a jest? My comrade and my squire quarrel under my nose?"

Aiesha laughs merrily, "Very well, my friend!"

Tarondor pushes the medallion closer towards her. It is silver and simple in shape, comprising of a circle and an eagle within it. "This was brought back all the way from Arnor. It was given to me by a friend long ago and must have been crafted long ago. It has been with me through many places and hard times. My hard times are coming to an end and I think that it needs to belong to someone else now." Opening Kalira's hand he places the small medallion on her palm.

Ithilir nods and then his eyes turn to the Newcomer. His features are immobile, but something about his eyes seem to hint at wariness. He says to Rinkair, "Very well then, My Lord Captain, this matter rests between yourself and the Squire Beladan, and aside from my official interest in this matter, I will be but an observer that the protocols are observed.

Arax grins broadly, "Well how are you liking the city? We shall be here for a little while, before returning to Pelargir, and then soon after we will be off to Minas Tirith. Have you any news of late?"

Beladan espies the source of the conversation and slips quietly to a table near the corner.

Kalira holds the medallion and looks up to Tarondor with surprised eyes. She says "I cannot.. cannot accept this. You are but a stranger to me.." She furrows her eyebrows and says, however she does not release the medallion "Why do you wish to give this to me.. of all I am sure you know..?"

Rinkair looks up at Helorondur and says, "Not beneath your nose, for it was in Pelargir that the predicament did start.. I am sorry. I didn't even notice you come in Helorondur, sit.. Join us."

Ithilir empties his cup, and says, "Excuse me, I need to get another, I will return." He then rises and heads for the Bar.

Helorondur draws his chair closer, removes his cloak, and sits down. "Well met, friend... What knavery has my squirer been up to now? surely nothing serious." With that, he grins, but it seems froced.

Tarondor stops her words by raising his hand. "It was given to me by a stranger and you need it more than I. It will bring you luck, as it did for me. Please accept it, Kalira."

Arax eyeing Rinkair calls out, "Rinkair, I seem to meet you everywhere I go these days" with that said he winks at the captain and returns his attention to his assistant

Rinkair looks at Helorondur and says, "Become too involved of the heart methinks. I have accepted the Lady Illiana as my student, in the bow as she is supposed to be the courier for Prince Imrahil. A courier that doesn't know at least the basics of something to defend themselves and when to run is one ill prepared for their duties should the worst happen. You squire has taken exception to that and I am afraid that unless either I withdraw my teaching or he steps down then he will force me into a duel with him. For I won't step down from my teaching without good reason."

Aiesha grins, her glance spying the stranger on the table on his own.

Still confused by the generosity of this stranger, Kalira slowly closes her palm around the medalion. She offers Tarondor a small smile and says "Then I thank you.." She then takes the opportunity to look around the room at all of the newcommers. She almost groans outloud when she espies Helorondur, Rinkair AND Beladan in the same room.. She turns back to Tarondur and says "Your timing is impeccable, my friend.."

Beladan stands and crosses to the source of the conversation. He looks cooly at the men in front of him.

Charystra steps in from the cloakroom to the west.
Charystra has arrived.

Rinkair nods to Arax and smiles a bit forcedly, "Hello." He returns to Helorondur's face, or almost does, instead spying Beladan's form and shaking his head, "Well it seems he is here.. Let him speak for himself on the matter for I will not put words into his mouth.."
Ithilir stands at the Bar, and watches as Beladan approaches the table. He eyes him carefully, but makes no move to return as of yet.

Beladan says, "Thou dost me wrong again, Sir. I did'st but beg thee stay thy choice til we might consult the Prince. Thou art well at recalling the words of mine wroth, but lax mightily at recalling thine provication of them."

Charystra pauses at the door, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of all the people. A smile flashes across her lips, and she smoothes her skirt with one hand

Helorondur nods, and stares into the table a long while before speaking.... He's certainly headstrong, that-" His speech is cut short at Beladan's appearance. He grows cool and silent, unreadable. "What is your quarrel with our captain, Friend Beladan? Is it a matter that can be resolved between friends, for certainly, all here gathered are such."

Ithilir looks up as Charystra arrives, and smiling, nods to her.

Noticing the growing amount of high station in the tavern, Tarondor fidgets again with his rings. He wispers, "Yes it seems we have quite a few of the more recognizable people of Dol Amroth here this evening." Out of the corner of his eye he spots Charystra.

From an empty table in the shadows of the fire light, Damithion starts to hum an old tune his father taught to him as a young child. He pauses for a slight moment and takes a sip of his drink, and continues to hum the tune once again recalling old memorys of his childhood. The humming is low and soft if heard through the crackling fire and the people of the Tavern.

Arax looks over at Aiesha and says quietly to her, "Watch yourself Milady it looks as if it might get rough in here" he winks though and pulls back his cloak to reveal a longsword strapped at his waist, "We'll have to do our best to keep things nice and peaceable"

Kalira is sitting at a small, blackened table in the corner of the room. No candle lights the area so it would be hard to recognize her off the bat.

Rinkair looks at Beladan and says softly, 'You spoke words not in wrath to me? Few of your sentences were not laiden with venom from when I first arrived. And my choice was made before you asked me to stay it. I can not stay it for it was already made. I have agreed that I will stop my teachings if the Prince requests it and Illiana steps down as his courier.. "

Ithilir turns to the Minstrel, and watches her intently.
Helorondur turns to Beladan. "Why take thee offense, the captain merely doth his duty?"
Kalira smiles softly to Tarondur and nods to him "Aye.. so it would seem." She looks to those filing into the tavern and says "Tis the brunt of it, Tarondur.. and lest a brawl or a duel break forth, I would ask if you are armed.."

Aiesha smiles, the tension of the room read plainly on her face. She smiles quickly, turning to Charystra, and beckoning her over.

Ithilir chuckles lightly, as he overhears Kalira's words.

Beladan shakes his head. "You made no such promise to me, Sir." He looks at Helorondur, nodding more than bowing. "Duty? Nay. He wert not commanded such but chose by free will to do so. I will say no more, but await the appointing of the time or thy command to stand off in humilty. Tis of little purpose to recall all to mind now."

Aiesha shrugs, then turns her attention to the man in the corner on his own.

Noticing that the conversations at the other end of the tavern are beginning to rise above the din of the bar, Tarondor tries to focus Kalira's attention away from it. "Please call me Taron. And no I carry no weapons but my words. However, I think the Lord Ithilir can manage to keep the peace."

Rinkair says, "I told you then Squire and I tell you now that should the Prince give me good reason I will stop my teachings to the Lady. I will not promise you then or now, to not teach or start my teaching until that time."

Ithilir returns to the table, and setting his glass down, returns to his papers, somehow seeming to work amid the din.

Mindell steps in from the cloakroom to the west.
Mindell has arrived.

Helorondur's hands cover his face in disbelief and shock. "What quarreling we have mettle for ought to be hoarded for the Enemy, but it appears as though both of ye are commited." He stares at Beladan directly. "Know this: thou art free to choose this course of action. Know also, that you draw into the whirlwind not only yourself, but also your mentor, your house, and lo, even your prince." He glances about the room, noting the attention of many faces. "SO be it, if thou art commited."

Aiesha smiles at the man on his own, and beckons him over.

Not seeming to be calmed by Tarondor's words, Kalira grows more nervous as RInkair and Beladan exchange words. She fidgets in her chair and tries to smile to Taron. "Very well, Taron." Yet she cannot help but flick her nervous gaze every now and again to the Knight's Table. "Back to our previous conversation then? I believe mine mind needs diversion." She leans forward toward Taron, perhaps in an attempt to block out what else goes on in the room.

Beladan throws his hands up. He bows most formally to Rinkair. He stands and unbuckles his sword and returns it to Helorondur. "What hope hath a squire against a captain of a ship? I will not dishonour thy name as well as mine own in a battle that I might not win. I return my sword to thy keeping, and await thy discipline. I return anon to Edhellond to await thee."

Beladan steps through the swinging doors and back into the slightly brighter cloakroom beyond.
Beladan has left.

Daemithion spots Aiesha catching his attention, and stands up, pushing his chair in, and walks over to her, bowing in her presance, "How may i help thee?"

Ithilir looks up in surprise.

Mindell hobbles into the room, the clanks and clatters of his worn armour seeping through the gaps in his cloak which has been thrown over his entire body like a protective shroud. The sounds of an argument assault him almost immediately. He steps swiftly aside as Beladan breaks, and passes him. "The more things change.." he says, and trails off, shaking his head.

Charystra calls again, her voice rising above the voices for a moment, "Fair Ladies, Gentles might I intrest any of thee in a song??

Ithilir looks at Charystra, and says, "My Lady, that would be most agreeable."

Helorondur accepts the sword wordlessly. He stares at his squire as he leaves, and makes no protest, he can do nothing but sit in silence and disbelief.

Calling over the barmaid, Tarondor quietly asks for a red wine and then turning to Kalira, "May I get you anything, Lira. Do you mind if I continue to call you Lira, it sounds more like that name belongs to you?"

Charystra gives Ithilir a smile and a curtsy which is a tad too graceful for most urchin types. She winks and grabs a seat to rest her harp on her knees, "Hast thou lords and ladies any requests for a song, or am i to create my own?"

Kalira smiles and says "Twould be most agreeable, as well as welcome to mine ears."

Ithilir rises once more, and says, "I believe you two have somewhat more to discuss, I will see you anon." He heads for the bar once more, passing near Charystra.

Helorondur clears his voice, but as he speaks, it shakes within him. He sounds deeply troubled. "Most worthy bard, wouldst thou sing of beauty?"

Charystra nods, "Aye my lord I will if that is what thou wishest."

Aiesha smiles, "I would have your company, my friend, on surely cannnot sit alone in such a crowded room." Her head turns to Charystra. She smiles, "whatever it may be, Lady, make it one that is light on the ears!" She smiles at the knight.

Tarondor asks the barmaid for their finest wine and places money in her hands. "So can you tell me now who you really are, Lira. I feel somewhat at a disadvantage."

Charystra laughs softly, "Then my fair ladies and handsome lords, I shall play a song of beauty, but not of human beauty. Rather the beauty of nature and of the sea."

Ithilir stands up from the Knights table.

Rinkair looks at Helorondur and says, "I had hoped it would not come to this my lord. But I can not go back on my words to her, and my reasons for accepting her have as much to do with the fact that my refusal would not have stopped her.. I am sorry m'lord. I fear I should depart now, from the city as much as this tavern. I have brought discord where there was none previously.. " Rinkair stands and bows to Helorondur, "Tell the Prince, my friend, that the Steward recieves the intention of the gift in the manner in which it was intended.. And please see to it that the families of those lost on the merchantman are properly compensated, I am returning to Pelargir and indeed to the ocean my lord.."

Kaliras eyes look toward Helorondur, something strange passes her features. She quickly recovers and looks to Tarondor. She smiles, takes in a deep breath and says "I am Lady Kalira Isilrim. Lady and ruler of the House Isilrim. Royal Chamberlain I add to my titles as well.." She smiles rather weakly to Taron as she rambles

Helorondur rises, solemnly. "Indeed, I will, friend Rinkair. And please, let this quarrely not cause a wedge to grow between our two spirits, for I see naught but a worthy captain and frined."

Daemithion smiles in reply to Aiesha, "I thank thee for beckoning my company. I surely can't sit alone, I may drive my self mad." he says in a joking manor of tone.

Charystra sets fingers to harp strings, letting them fly across the dully gleaming strings. The melody she plays is complex and holds the beauty of the sea in its rise and fall, elequent in its raw power

Aiesha smiles and laughs, her glance occasionally turning towards the captain. "If I might ask it, friend, what do they call thee?"

Tarondor frowns and says, "You must think me a fool, talking to one of your importance and failing to recognize you. I have heard your name many times since my stay here but I was not told you were..." He stops himself short and looks nervously around the room.

Rinkair shakes his head softly and says, "My lord I fear at times that I am illsuited to life beyond my vessel and the ocean. I will not pretend to understand the motivations at times of those who live upon the land. And I do not understand in truth this complex medley that comprises the honor of some. What I can not understand I can not work with my Lord and until I understand those of the land better I fear I will cause nothing but pain and havoc in my wake.." Rinkair looks over at the lady as he finally hears her name, a frown quickly passes over his face, gone in a flash as he turns back to Helorondur.

Daemithion grins and replys, "I don't know. It just sounds right to me."

Charystra sets her voice to song, echoing above the power of the harp though without overpowering it exactly. The tune is a sailor's song, one of the beauty of the ocean and its raw magestic power. Haunting her voice is, and clear, so much like the fabled elven voices that it is surprising.

Helorondur waves off Rinkair's objections with obvious irritation. "Nonetheless, if thou have need of port, The Alcarondas my ever berth in Edhellond, where thou wilst dine with me."

Kalira reaches forward and places a calming hand on Taron's arm. She says "Nay, tis not to be ashamed, nor confused. Please, I judge you not." She smiles softly and says "In truth, twas refreshing that you knew not mine identity, yet sought me out to speak to me"
Aiesha grins merrily, beckoning at the now empty seats near her. "Please be seated, friend!"

Rinkair smiles and says, "I will be honored my friend. Until we meet again." Rinkair turns slightly and seeing where the voice is coming from he bows, a smile lighting his face again, however briefly, "M'lady Charystra.. " His bow carries with it a farewell. He seems like he wishes to stay and listen to the music but won't. He moves towards the door.

Daemithion nods and takes the seat, "Thank you, friend... I don't think i maneged to catch your name. Mine's Daemithion."

Charystra blushes furiously, and stammers out, "I fear thee are mistaken M'lord...." she looks at Rinkair, green eyes wide and surprised and also embarrassed

Charystra adds, in a slightly choked tone, 'Stay Lord and listen to the song...I saw thee to be a sailor and played it because I thought it might please thee..."

Smiling, Tarondor turns back to face Kalira. "Thank you for your words, my lady. I saw only a pretty face, had I known...I mean..." At a loss for words, Tarondor drinks his wine quickly down.

Ithilir steps forward, approaching Charystra and says, "Arielyn, I thought it was you, how nice to see you, will you come and have a drink with me later?"

Aiesha grins broadly. "I am known as Aiesha, Daemithion. And I am delighted to have your company!"

Charystra dips her head gracefully, "Aye M'lord, I'd be honored too.."

Charystra looks up at Ithilir, green eyes wide and blinking as her hands continue on the harp strings and she looks to Rinkair, then back to Ithilir again.

Rinkair stops by the door and bows to Charystra, "My lady I am thankful but I can not.. My mistress the sea calls me. Thank you though.. I am honored."

Daemithion smiles, "Well I am delighted to have yours. nice to meet you Airsha."

Ithilir smiles at the twain, and then sits at a nearby table, and returns to his cup.

Rinkair steps out into the street.

Not hearing of Charystra's arrival, Kalira seems engrossed in her conversation. She frowns at Tarondor and says "Had you known.. you would not have approached, perhaps?" She juts her chin to him and places the medallion upon the table.

Charystra flashes Ithilir a smile and sets her voice to singing again, letting it soar with and through the music in a rising tempo of its own, to match the raw beauty of the harp in its haunting rise and fall

Helorondur Nods to his companions at the table. He rises slowly, "If you'll excuse me." He then wades slowly to the bar and orders a tall gobet of brandy, which he consumes in silence.

Aiesha grins, her eyes now merry and lighthearted. "Tell me, Daemithion, are you familiar with these parts? I myself don't know the area well."

Daemithion laughs "Nope, I haven't been around much. I have gotten lost many times lready."

Tarondor eyes widen. "No you misunderstand. I did not mean that I would not have approached, just not without the proper respect owing one such as yourself."

Charystra glances about the tavern, continuing to sing, her face radiant, green eyes brilliantly clear as she finally ends the song, leaving the last notes to fade away like the memory of a storm at see

::Editor's Note: My apologies. Due to the logger, myself, logging off I do not have any records of what happened after this time. -Rinkair::