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Weather:            Cloudy
Time:                Early Night <about 9 PM >
Season:              Summer
Date:               Sterday - July 19, 3014

Real Time:          Fri May 29 19:09:19 1998
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Minas Tirith: Before the Great Gate
Rising up before and tappering off towards the great moutains behind them, a walls of Minas Tirith climb into the air. Here, at the roadside a small hill rises to the entryway of the city where guards stand before the gate. These men are known as the Doorwardens. Currently the gate is withdrawn into its housing and the doors before it opened wide. The great Gate itself is housed between the two Doortowers before you, standing some 100 feet tall and nearly 50 feet wide. The gate to is made up of a pure steel bounded about the trunks of an unknown wood. The gate is said to able to withstand anything, as even the most strongest blows will just make the gate bend slightly and then return to shape.

Men and women enter and leave the city being stopped, most pass without contest others pass over weapons they carry or have them peaceknotted. Others are turned back as they approach with a horse or a cart. Only the horses of the Stewards errandriders are allowed in the city. Off to the south are the stables and inn houses outside the walls. To the east lie the crossroads of Great West Road and the Great North Road.

Analdin steps down from the Merchant's coach, handing the coachman an extra copper. Turning his back as the carriage heads on to make other stops, the young officer walks steadily towards the Gates, gaze intent on the young men stationed there. As though he were looking for someone, his eyes skim over those in black talbards, but the slight hope in his appearance falls as he apparently does not see that person for whom he was looking.

Galain walks amoungst the crowd gathered inside the great gates of Minas Tirith. He walks with his head down and not really paying attention as to where he goes. He runs into Analdin and grunts loudly "Watch where your going well ye." he looks up and notices Analdin the forces a slight grin. "Exuse me Lieutenant, I didnt know it was ye."

Not even a heavy breath escapes Analdin as he is walked right into, though he does glare hard at the man who did the walking-into. "Watch--" he breaks off his sentence as Galain says it instead, but in recognising the Marine, he, without even s hint of a smile, says, "Excused... Sergeant?" He seems to question the title, and only says it after a pause and a look at the man's uniform.

Elidran glances towards Analdin and the other, and moves closer.

Aiesha quietly makes her way through the gates, herself not really paying much attention to the gathering nearby. She doesn't seem to have a set destination. It is most likely she is just walking for the pleasure of it.

Elidran spots Aiesha and moves to walk slowly at her side, grinning, "Hello Aiesha, it's been a long time. How are you?"

Galain nods "Aye, im a sergeant of the marines." He grumbles this last phrase "Not that it matters to you fellows here on the land." His eye is attracted as Aiesha walks by, and then seems to circle and walk a different direction, he calls out to her as he recognizes the lovely face.

Analdin nods solemnly, not speaking again, but standing there silently, eyes straining over the crowd. The stream of people seems to be thinning as the night approaches and gets deeper. No stars dot the dark sky, being covered by the clouds that float overhead. Torches are carried by the Guardsmen, on the wall in sconces, or carried by other travellers along with bright lamps to light the dimness of the night.

Aiesha chuckles as Elidran falls into step with her. "Hullo, so it has been a while," she grins, and waves in greeting to Galain. She calls over her shoulder, "Hullo Sergeant!"

Elidran grins, and tucks his hands into his pockets, "How is life treating you t hen, Aiesha dear?"

Galain grins as Aiesha walks with Elidran he then turns his attention back to Analdin. "You seem cought up in your thoughts Lieutenant." He lowers his voice as the crowd starts to thin out. "Something bothering you?"

Aiesha manages a halfhearted grin. "Not as well as I'd have liked," she mumbles. "It seems I've become a jinx of sorts."

Rhiforath arrives from down Lampwright's Street.
Rhiforath has arrived.

Elidran grimaces, "A jinx? You? Never, Aeisha."

As though the Marine's words bring his attention back to reality, Analdin blinks a few times, looking back to the man, "No, Sergeant, just looking for one of my men is all." Though his reply is short, straight, and almost curt, there is no hostility in it. "How are you this night?" he asks suddenly, though his words are forced, and he seems far from relaxed enough for small talk.

Unlike his usual lanky strike that makes him look like all long legs and loose arms, Rhiforath descends Lampwright street at a careful, slow walk. He hardly limps now but is mindful of being jostled. When the young man comes to the Gate and notices several loitering about at this early night hour, he slows up and listens for what is going on, pale eyes searching out the faces.

Galain rest his hand on the pommle of his sword even though he knows that it is not allowed inside the city gates. "I am well Lieutenant, I finished my duties for the ship and am just waiting for a few of my fellow sailors. Maybe share a drink with them if I find any of them. It is their shore leave so I doubt they would be out." He switches his gaze toward the gates and then scans the crowd again.

Malahir enters the city gates, a walking stick at his side, tapping out his lenghty strides. The corporal wears his civies, donned all in drab browns. He seems intent on staying within the crowds of people that frequent the gates in the early evening.

Elidran spots Malahir, and salutes the m an, his expression friendly. "Malahir, greetings!" He calls out in a loud voice.

Aiesha notices Malahir entering the gates, and manages to maintain her halfhearted grin. "Hullo, Malahir," she murmurs quietly, her thoughts revolving around the word 'jinx'.

Malahir halts in front of Elidran, eyeing the soldier while he favors his left leg, "Greetings Elidran. How are you tonight?". he says in hushed tones. Spotting Aiesha as he looks around, the crowd he was in having passed him by.

Analdin nods almost absently at Galain's reply, though he seems to relax some, and not stretch his gaze so far. "You haven't, by any chance, seen a young boy around, have you Sergeant? About twelve years, carrying a long wooden sword with him?" He sounds almost anxious about it, though trying to hide his anxiaty.

Slow to jion in any group, Rhiforath hangs back but has spotted his Lieutenant among those speaking together. He gives no recognition to the large blonde beared men Analdin speaks to as his eyes pass on to the others. The youth stays back a bit and does not speak. Off duty but still in uniform, Rhif oddly enough has a carrot in his left hand as he folds his arms across his chest and rests, watching.

Elidran chortles dryly, "I am well, Malahir." his eyes scan the crowd. "And you?"

Galain shakes his head slowly "Nay, Lieutenant, I have not seen such a lad that would fit that description." He glances about the crowd as if searching for the boy. "I wouldnt suppose that ye have seen any of my men this eve eh?" He mutters something under his breath "They are probably spread out amoungst the tavern knowing them."

Overhearing the last statement by Galain, Aiesha chuckles dryly. "That'd be right," she mumbles under her breath.

Malahir sighs, "I've had a rough leave sir. Nothing seems to be going my way of late", checking a peek at Aiesha then settling back on the guard, "Have you seen the lieutenant recently?".

Elidran grimaces, "A rough leave? I'm sorry to hear it."

Heaving a light sigh, Analidn shakes his head slowly, "Haven't seen a one of them, Sergeant. Though, knowing a few as I do, you'd best check the taverns about." Almost muttering to himself in the slowing tide of people, looking around once more, "And if only Dric were so easy to find."

Aiesha's eye perk in curiousity. "Rough leave?" she queries.

As the light fades the two men still stand side by side, both seemingly uneasy. They both seem taller than the rest as the look about the crowd. Galain raises an eyebrow, "Dric? A young lad, use to be in Pelargir?" He chuckles "I think that was his name at least. He was on the ship for a while. Would he be the asme as ye are searching for?"

Malahir nods slowly, "Well, my families business is not public interest Aiesha. I doubt you really have any interest in it anyway", looking around once more, "Elidran, what day is it?".

Elidran chuckles, "The nineteenth, Malahir."

Analdin's gaze shoots to the Marine, and he nods quietly, "Aye, he was in Pelargir, up until the attack on the city during the tourniment held there." Shaking his head for a moment, as if in disbelief, he looks at the sailor once again, "You know him?"

Shorter than all the others (except perhaps the woman), dark haired and dressed in guardsman's black, Rhif stands leaning against the stonework of the Great Gate and easedrops causually on the conversations near at hand. He tucks the carrot into his belt and waits patiently to get a word in with his officer if the chance permits.

Standing beside Elidran, Aiesha chuckles at Malahir, especially after asking the date. "Hullo to you too," she grins.

Malahir scratches his head, "the nineteenth?", he says incrediously, "that can't be..", trailing off and muttering something to himself.."sorry Aiesha, I'm just not feeling too well, excuse my rudeness", he bows his head.

Galain nods "Aye, I do know him. He was onboard the Alcarondas, and then asked me for permission to stay for a while. I showed him the ship and told him he could stay in the berths for a while if he needed. I belive Rinkair sent him off the ship, and I didnt see him after." He grins. "he said something about a brother, that about all I remember." he chuckles softly as he remembers the lad.

Aiesha smiles at Malahir, something that she doesn't seem to have done in a long while. She doubts Malahir saw it, however, as his head is bowed. "I guess I can let rudeness pass this one time," she laughs.

Lynnithia has arrived.

Analdin gazes out into the torch-lit area around the gates, watching it absently, as though there was something there to catch his attention yet at the same time, not. A wistful smile touches his face at Galain's account, and nods only slightly. "Aye, sounds like him. Always liked the sailors, Dric did. Until..." Trailing off, he falls into silence for a few moments, like he doesn't want to finish his statement. "A brother? He has two of them. Wouldn't be suprised to hear him speak of them, really."

Galain shrugs as if the matters of a family affair arent exactly what he cares about. "Aye, He only spoke of one however.

The marine grins "Why is it that you are looking for the lad anyhow?" he scans the area near the gate half hoping a sailor well show up to enter the city this eve.

Arriving from the south, a handsome woman walks with one hand on her skirts to keep them clean of dust as best she can. When she comes in through the Great Gate she smiles to all and nods to those she knows, then stops as she sees a familar sulking shadow leaning against the stonework. For the moment she starts to walk right past those gathered in the street and then spots Analdin, "Lieutenant! Good to see you up and about and in better color." Lynnithia beams a warm smile to the man Analdin speaks to and then adds, looking back, "Have you check back with Mechlin to see your arm one last time, Lieutenant?"

Malahir looks up, but not to look at Aiesha. Plaintively, he asks Elidran, "There's something I need to talk to you about. Have you heard anything about our drummer boy, Dric?".

Rhiforath stiffen's, seeing Lynn and immeadiately reflexively checks his clothing, making certain his uniform is clean, crisp and neatly tucked. He shines one boot against his pant leg and looks for escape...

At Galain's comment and question, Analdin only answers shortly, though not roughly, "He seems to have up and disapeared. If only my father knew I've lost him, he'd be turning in his grave." Shaking his head slowly, he suddenly catches sight of a lady approaching. As she calls out to him, his color deepens a good bit, and his straight face turns almost embaressed. Raising his head a little, straightening his posture, he says, "No, I haven't seem to have found the time yet, m'lady," he speaks smoothly, as though his excuse were already prepared, "I have had a number of reports to write up of late concerning..." Trailing off, he apparently decides he doesn't want to speak of this either.

Aiesha's eyes mirror a small amount of concern as Malahir mentions the young lad, though she keeps it slightly hidden in her tone. She chuckles lightly, "You mean he's not trailing you like an adoring puppy, my friend?" She bites her lower lip. "Isn't that a bit odd?"

Lynnithia smiles and steps closer with an apologetic look towards Galain for interrupting, "No problem, Lieutenant, I can take a look at it now and save you the trip. There's enough light by a torch scone there." She points, one slim hand lihglty pushing against his shoulder, "Don't want that poultrice left too long anyhow or the good it does will be undone." She continues to smile, voice somewhat lowered in an attempt to save Analdin undo embarassment.

Elidran glances at Aiesha and can't help a grin at her remark.

Galain half bows, half nods as a fair faced lady approaches him and Analdin. He grins "Good evening M'lady, I trust ye are well this eve?" He chuckles softly.

Inclining her head politely, Lynn pauses in pinning the young Lieutenant to the wall to beam her smile upon Galain, "Oh, indeed, good sir. Any spare cahnce to get free of the children is freedom not taken lightly."

Rhiforath rolls his eyes but also tries to hide a chuckle at watching his step-mother cornering his Officer.

Malahir eyes squint, and quite taken aback, the guard shakes his head, "No madam, it is not. I wouldn't call up and leaving adoring now would I?", he bites his own lip, sensing the tension in where this conversation has lead.

"I tell you, it feels fine," replies Analdin, eyes darting to Galain in a quick warning glare, "I would hate to waste your time, of course. You need not do it, really." Sounding as polite as a bear cornered by a hunter, speaking slowly, but with forced politeness. The light of the torches almost disapears where he stands, as though he soaks it up in an attempt to make himself invisible.

Galain chuckles and nods "Aye, I could understand that M'lady." He looks toward Analdin and grins slightly into his beard. "Ahh, healers they are the kind you must love, no?" he winks as Analdin has the bandages removed "Who could do without them?"

Elidran glances at Galain, "Especially when they are pretty girls, Galain?" He says, wryly.

Galain grins broadly to Elidran "Aye lad, especially when they are as lovely as.." He trails off and grins as he looks at Lynnithia. "Seems I do not know your name M'lady. I am Galain marine Sergeant of the Alcarondas." He winks toward Elidran.

Lynnithia frowns at Analdin and puts her hands to her hips a moment before wagging a finger at the Lieutenant, "Now don't you go pulling one of my elder son's tricks. Come back into the light. You want poor old Mechlin to walk all the way to the barracks to look for you and strain his heart only to find you aren't there? He mentioned it only this morning."

At Elidran's remark, Aiesha rolls her eyes, but says nothing about it. Her face is troubled as she turns it towards Malahir. "No offense meant," she murmurs quietly, "But after your demonstration in Rohan..." she coughs slightly, "..I was only thinking the lad had a great deal of respect for you...if nothing more."

For a moment the flame haired woman is too intent in her scolding the reluctant Guardsman to hear but then she blushes faintly and backs off a step as she looks to Galain, "I'm sorry, gentlemen. Forgive my manners." She inclines her head at an angle and then courtsies, "I am the Lady Correl, but everyone calls me Lynn." With a sharp mind she is not long distracted and pins Analdin with her fierce green eyes, "Don't you make me speak to Commander Elbarad. I do have more than a few favors with him, tending his son." She smiles threateningly.

Analdin rolls his eyes at the antics of the men around him, pursing his lips. Yet, even as the healess speaks again, he lets out a light sigh, "No, wouldn't want him to do that. Couldn't be good for him. He's a healer, ought know better than to strain himself like that." His sentences are shortened to quick phrases as much as his face is an almost unhealthy shade of red - thankfully almost invisible in the shadows. "You need not do that... The Commander needs not waste his time worrying over my slight injury. He does, after all, have your son's on his mind, or did not long ago."

Galain nods to Lynn "Well met Lynn." he chuckles and turns to Elidran "Especially when they are as lovely as Lynn here." He finishes his centance and turns to Analdin and grins adding "Ye will never get better if ye do not let her help you Lieutenant, that is afterall a healers job." He grins and winks to Analdin as if enjoyinh this.

Hearing the young man speak of Rhif, she glances about for him but he's slipped out of immeadiate sight, "And if'n he doesn't get himself home right soon, I'll be finding ways to make him regret it, I can assure you." She sighs, then with light but dextrous fingers begins to roll up Analdin's sleave, "This will only take a moment and relieve Mechlin from worry."

Malahir, confused as to whom Elidran speaks with, looks over Aiesha and for the first time notices the lieutenant just a few paces away, who is also wrapped up in his own conversation. He is silent, then returns his gaze to Aiesha, "I see. Well, I have only a bum leg to thank for as a result of trailing that boy into the white mountains. I wasn't able to keep up with him much longer, the lad is stronger than he looks. So I spoke with him the night I decided I best get back to Minas Tirith", shaking his head. "I let him go Aiesha. He needs to find his own way now".

Rhiforath sticks thankfully to the shadow that conceals him from easy sight and tries not to laugh too loudly to give himself away. One hand is clamped over his mouth, his black eye lost in his overhanging long hair.

Elidran nods, "That's probably for the best, Malahir." He says, thoughtfully.

Aiesha manages a giggle. "I'm sure if he managed to get away from you my friend, then he's quite capable of getting back."

Too bent on avoiding the healess to pay much attention to the conversations around him, Analdin ignores the sailor and guardsmen. Jerking his arm away from Lynn and folding it with his other over his chest, he says once more, "I promise you, Lady Correl, you really need not worry over it. It's perfectly fine." His protests are as strong as ever as the young officer continues to try his best to keep his wounded arm away.

Looking carefully at the arm she now frowns and wrinkles her nose at the faint odor that comes from it. The flesh around it no longer bears the signs of bad blood but it is still an angry red. One finger pushes lightly against the puffy skin beneath the where the bandage did lay and notices how tender the reaction in the Lieutenant's face. Lynnithia sighs and reaches up to feel the Officer's face, "Analdin," She speaks in a lower voice and uses a more informal tone, "If you don't rest and take better care of yourself, you are going to die a young man gone old and lame as my own husband did." She recovers the arm wound and steps back, wiping her hands on her skirt, "I just can not understand why you disrespect yourself so much."

Malahir nods at both comments thankfully, "I hope you're right. I will miss the lad. There is no doubt of that. My last few weeks with him have been clouded with family troubles of my own, and I blame myself for not being able to help him better. I guess I'm not much of a friend at all", looking at Aiesha especially.

At Analdin's stepping back and trying to cover his arm, the Lady Correl all but rolls her eyes, "Just as bad as him, I swear."

Seeming on the point of resignation as Lynn gets his sleeve rolled up and a look at his wound, Analdin lets out a light sigh and pulls of a perfect bored schoolboy look, "Yes, m'lady," he intones almost absently, rolling his own eyes.

Aiesha laughs and hugs Malahir, her eyes briefly rolling into the back of her head as if to say 'Yeah, right.' She laughs as she does so. "I'll just ignore what you were hinting at, Malahir," she grins.

Lynnithia twitches at her skirts and glances about after her errant step-son and then shrugs, "Very well. I'll just have to inform Elbarad and let him deal with it. I'm not -your- mother." So saying she again courtsies to those presant (some gawking) and then proceeds to begin the walk back to her home.

Analdin heaves a relieved sigh, straightening his uniform sleve back into place as the healess finally leaves him alone. Mumbling something not very nice about healers in general to himself, he swallows quietly and looks about the crowd once more, glaring at any and all who are looking his way. This does not seem to have improved his temper at all, given his bright blue eyes are glowing with the heat of the blue flames near the center of a fire.

Watching all doey-eyed and tears upon his bruised face at Lynn scolding Analdin, it's all the young guardsman can do not to burst out laughing out loud. He struggles to keep silent atleast until she has past by him and gone beyound easy hearing. But holding it in might be making his face turn blue.

Malahir returns the hug, holding on a bit longer than what would be called for in public. A slight grin appears on his face, but as he steps back, his face returns as straight as it was, "Enough about my bitter life, what is going on in yours, Aiesha?", getting the guard next to him in the conversation with a nudge, "Elidran?".

Lynnithia goes home.
Lynnithia has left.

Rhiforath can't help it and laughs, hunched over painfully as he can't keep the roil of humor inside anylonger. Just barely avoiding her wrath himself, he chokes, disclosing his hiding place.

Elidran pats his sword, "Nothing is going on at all, Malahir, I got off duty a good half hour ago, and was preparing to go to the Tavern for some food." he grins, antipation in his eyes.

Galain smiles at Analdin "Healers eh sir?" he chuckles "Ye realyl should watch that arm however, it did look pretty bad." He grins again but remians serious.

Aiesha laughs at Elidran's comment, seeing the anticipation flare in his eyes, before her own smile fades as her own life has been questioned. "I breathe, my heart beats," she mumbles sadly, "..apart from that..." Her voice trails off, stating plainly that her lot at the moment wasn't a happy one.

Elidran winks at Aiesha, "And your stomach growls, I would imagine. Shall we eat?"

Malahir tilts his head and looks longingly at Elidran while he rubs his stomach, "what I would do for real food. I've done nothing but traveling for the last two weeks, and you know how food is on the march. Whatever you find in your hand at the moment suddenly becomes edible. Shall we dine then?". Looking over to Aiesha gracefully.

Hearing the sound of choked laughter nearby in shadows akin to those he himself was hiding in, the Lieutenant's bright glare turns towards the blackness between torches. Shaking his head as though it was a figment of his imagination, Analdin turns back to Galain, "I have work as needs doing, friend sailor. Time is short enough, witout having to fit in trips to the Houses."

Galain stand up straighter and takes on a serious look. "Analdin, the healers are here to help. I myself am a healer who visits the Houses often when I am in town. Your arm needs to be treated by having the bandages changed and I wouls suggest that ye start by taking advise from Lynn, I belive her name was." He winks again. "I also know the strains of responsibility, but personal health also needs a spot in there."

Recovering from his fit that felt as though his very ribs would burst in exquisite pain, Rhiforath sucks for breath and bends over with his hands on his knees as his head swims. It takes him a long moment to recover his foolishness before he carefully straightens and wraps a long arm about his sore side. The other hand goes to wipe the tears from his face and scrape his hair from his eyes. He sighs and steps back into the torch light to walk gingerly through the gate, intent on his original errand. The carrot is back in his left hand.

Aiesha flicks a glance at Elidran and can't help but burst into laughter. "That too," she chuckles, grinning at the two guards. "What I wouldn't give for a great huge steak at the moment..." She takes a step towards the tavern, pausing to wait for the others to catch up.

Analdin shakes his head once more, "And now I'm being lectured by a man who spends his time on a boat." he mumbles to himself, catching sight of those disapearing towards the tavern. However, with a final nod to Galain, "Thank you for the advice, but I have work to be getting done at the moment. Fare well." With that, he turns on a heel and begins walking down the street."

Elidran laughs, "Then let us go, Aiesha!" he steps eagerly towards the tavern.

Elidran heads out through the Main Gate.
Elidran has left.

Galain grumbles about Analdins last comment and he himself turns to head toward a tavern within the city.

Rhiforath continues on to find the stables and his new friend, swallowed up in the night's darkness, unscathed by tongue for a change...

Rhiforath heads out through the Main Gate.
Rhiforath has left.

Malahir looks down and shakes his head, smiling with a jest of a school boy. Walking slowly behind Elidran.

Aiesha chuckles as Elidran overtakes her, casting a brief glance over her shoulder to see whether the Lt. or the Sergeant wished to join them.

Galain catches Aiesha's glance and heads toward her. "Mind If I join ye M'lady? I belive I heard the mention of a steak?" He grins and smiles broadly.

Aiesha laughs at the Sergeant as he heads towards her and waits up for him to catch up. She grins. "I do believe the topic of steak came up briefly," she laughs and heads off towards the tavern.

Aiesha heads out through the Main Gate.
Aiesha has left.

Tavern

        The taproom of the White Tree Inn is a large, airy room with exposed wooden beams in the ceiling. The atmosphere is crowded, noisy, and at times, raucous. A wooden bar runs the length of one wall and tables are placed about the main floor. A fire burns continuously in the large stone fireplace during the winter months. Behind the bar is a large exquisite tapestry and candle sconces are mounted along the walls.

Aiesha enters the Tavern from the Entryway.
Aiesha has arrived.

Galain enters the Tavern from the Entryway.
Galain has arrived.

Elidran finds a seat, and thoughtfully eyes the menu.

Aiesha grins as she enters the tavern with the sailor in tow. She grins at Galain briefly before finding her place by the fire and going over the menu herself.

Elidran grins at Aisha, sitting near the fire with her.

Aiesha grumbles slightly as she notices that a t-bone steak was not on the menu. She sighs and settles for the ribs.

Aiesha calls to Madeleine for some beef_ribs.

Madeleine nods to Aiesha, "Very well, good madame. That will be 20 coppers, if you please."

Aiesha hands over the coin to Madeleine, who accepts it glady. "One moment, m'lady, and I shall fetch that for you quick as lightning."

Madeleine quickly returns and places beef_ribs before Aiesha.

Galain moves into the inn and takes a seat at the bar and leans against it, but remains turned toward the rest of the crowd at the inn.

Aiesha licks her lips in anticipation of her meal, even as she notices that the sailor doesn't join her and Elidran. She briefly wonders if any of the current patrons are of the sergeant's lost crew.

Galain scans the tavern and sighs as he doesnt see anyother sailors. He grins at Aiesha and Elidran noticing that they are enjoying each others company. He sighs to himself and orders a brandy as a way to forget the day as it was.

Galain calls to Madeleine for some brandy.

Madeleine nods to Galain, "Very well, good master. That will be 10 coppers, if you please."

Galain hands over the coin to Madeleine, who accepts it glady. "One moment, m'lord, and I shall fetch that for you quick as lightning."

Madeleine quickly returns and places brandy before Galain.

Elidran orders a set of ribs, and begins munching them the second they arrive!

Aiesha grins, noticing Elidran not waste time on his own meal. She waves her hand to the sailor. "Do join us, Galain!" she calls fairly loudly. Perhaps too loudly, judging by some of the loud groans from the just-barely-sober patrons.

Galain sighs and picks up his brandy making his way to where Aiesha and Elidran sit and eat. "Long night it seems from the responce ye got from the others M'lady." He chuckles and takes a seat at an empty chair.

Aiesha chuckles, taking a mouthful of her meal. She chews on it, then swallows, a grin on her face. "Not hungry, Galain?" she chuckles, noting the brandy.

Galain smiles "Naw, not really in the mood for food right now. Thanks though." He smiles again and takes a sip of his brandy. He scans the room again but sighs yet again not seeing any of who he searches.

Elidran chews lustfully on his ribs, and sighs with pleasure, "Delicious!"

Aiesha laughs at Elidran. "Are you sure you're not just a walking stomach?" she grins, though there is a hint of curiousity in her tone. She chuckles, hearing the sergeant sigh once again. "Not here, are they?" she chuckles, in reference to the sailor's lost crew.

Elidran winks at Aiesha, "My mother used to ask me that very question. I simply have an appetite!"

Galain raises his eyebrow and looks around then at Aiesha's words he grins "hrmm, oh, the crew I take it? No they are not here much to my surprise. The scoundrals probably returned to the ship."

Aiesha chuckles at Elidran, continuing with her own meal with a smile on her lips. "That could be the case," she grins as she turns to Galain, "..else they're just hiding from you."

Galain grumbles and forces a grin. "Im sure M'lady."

Aiesha laughs at the Sergeant's grumbling. Her brown eyes sparkle with curiousity. "When did you return to land, Galain? I've seen more than one sailor about of late, so I'm guessing it can't have been too long ago."

Galain nods "Your right Aiesha, but wrong on the phrase. It should have been we have been on land too long." he sighs "We have been here well over three months now."

Aiesha chuckles, nodding, though her eyes are still bright with curiousity. "I've been told you'll be leaving again sometime soon..." She trails off breifly, before putting her question forward bluntly. "What has a wreath got to do with you taking off??"

Galain shrugs "I have not been to the ship lately, I wish to leave and get back to Pelargir or the sea herself." He looks confused. "Wreath? Praytell what you speak of."

Aiesha blushes slightly. "Serin has asked me, on behalf of the Captain, to help out with some ceremony-or-other..he mentioned a wreath." She giggles. "I really don't have a clue what he was talking about."

Galain frowns "It amazes me that people forget my rank at times. I am glad Serin talked to me about this as well." He takes a drink of the brandy. "Its probably in celebration of something, who knows..not I apparantly."

Aiesha nods, mumbling something about wringing Rinkair's neck when she finds him under her breath.

Galain grins and looks at Aiesha "I guess I know what Serin was talking of. It is custom to put a bough of return on the prow of the ship. I did not know however that you were Rinkairs Mistress." He shrugs "Things just happen I guess."

Aiesha splutters, "Mistress!!?? Since when??"

Galain looks at Aiesha "The mistress or lady of the captain places the bough or Wreath of Lebethron on the prow of the ship, it is custom for her to do it when the ship departs. I did not know that you were Rinkair's mistress tis all." He grins. "Why else would Serin remind you?"

Aiesha blushes, her face showing plain disbelief. "Mistress??" Her mind hasn't seemed to have grasped the rest of the sentance yet.

Galain chuckles softly "I take it this takes you as much by surprise as me?" He grins and winks at Aiesha. "I knew better but was only letting ye know of the rites."

Elidran glances at Galain and Aiesha, silent as he eats.

Aiesha blushes, feeling decidedly uncomfortable until the Sergeant winks at her. She reigns in the sudden urge to strangle someone and manages a weak grin. "Forgive my ignorance," she mumbles, "but which part's the prow?"

Galain grins broadly "The front I belive M'lady." He chuckles and adds "The pointy part of the front at that. I am surprised that Serin did not mention that the mistress or lady does this part."

Aiesha grins, recovering her composure bit by bit. "He mentioned that I've been asked to do it," she mumbles. "I think that's all he thought was neccesary at the time."

Galain grins "Serin is a bit scarce when it comes to mentioning the facts it seems." He chuckles "At least he didnt plain come out and ask you to be Rinkair's lady." He grins and even laughs a little at the thought.

Aiesha grins gratefully at the sergeant for the change of subject, and has to chuckle at the new one. "It seems steak isn't on tonight's menu," she grumbles. "Where's a nice t-bone when you want one??"

Galain grins "Good question M'lady. I am sure Maddy could find one if you asked enough." He grins and looks at Maddy "However I dont seem to be her favorite patron as of late, Im surprised I got brandy and not brandy-colored water."

Aiesha laughs and continues with her meal. "Perhaps it's because you're one of the mostly-sober patrons at the moment?" Her hand sweeps the room, pointing out several slumbering and snoring patrons around.