Rinkair walks along watching his Sailors and smiling to them. They great him enthusiastically and deferentially, thanking him for the beer, before
whirling off with their partners or their beer.

The woman, noticing the Captain, smiles. She then notices the beer, and the effect it's had on some of the dancers.....

Rinkair sees Aiesha and walks over to her, deftly weaving between the dancers and the occasional drunk, "M'lady I am pleased to see you.

Aiesha grins merrily, noting the lively tune. "As I'm pleased to see you, Captain! But tell me, what is the occasion?" She nods her head towards the
dancing groups and the few sailors with instruments.

Rinkair smiles and says, "There is none really. But pelagir is preparing for the festival so there is always merry making in preparation.

Aiesha looks mildly surprised. "Forgive me for being slow on news Captain, but which festival might you be reffering to?"

Rinkair smiles and says, "Why, there is to be a Tourney soon in Pelagir, it is still several weeks off but my sailors are celebrating now as some of the
fleets ships will not be in harbor of course, while others won't be allowed to partake in the festival, so that there are defenders who arn't drunk.
Come my lady do you dance?"

Aiesha grins, "I dance, but not very well, Captain!"

Sailors begin playing a soft, haunting melody that is best known as the Sailors Gait. A slow moving dance supposedly representative of the ships slow
motions during the evening swells. It's melody is almost ethereal but ever so sad as it recalls to mind all those lost at sea and yet it also contains so
much joy, for all sailors delight at their mistress's touch.

Rinkair smiles and says, "Come m'lady, one dance then. It is truly not difficult."

Aiesha nods, "I'd be honoured, Captain!" She stands up from the empty barrel she was sitting on.
 
Rinkair takes Aiesha hands and stands, moving quickly into the dance, his sailors looking on as he softly begins to dance with her. Moving smoothly
through the dance and moving with Aiesha.

Aiesha occasionally glances around her,and then quickly glances at her feet, trying to make sure she didn't trip herself up!

Aiesha grins quietly, "Told you I wasn't much of a dancer...."

Dinlana peeks a blond head out from behind a few crates, her long braids falling about her face as she intently watches the dance going on.

Rinkair smiles and leads Aiesha expertly through the steps.

Dinlana steps out from behind the pile of crates with smooth movements. Though there is no evidence of nobility in her appearance, she moves with a
grace that appears more of one who is accustomed to walking freely over the grass. A shy look covers her face as she observes the happy dance,
and she stands not too far away, watching quietly.

Aiesha chuckles, becoming more confident with the dance steps, "I'm guessing that this will be one of many 'preparation' parties, Captain?" still
chuckling, she glances up at the crowd, noticing the young girl near the crates, watching intently. She smiles warmly.

Rinkair smiles and says, "Aye m'lady it is. We must get into the mood."

Dinlana's blue eyes shimmer in the early morning sunlight as she takes a few steps closer. Keeping her distance, however, so as to not appear too
interested, she watches curiously, as though this form of dance is foreign to her.

Aiesha giggles, "Perhaps then I will get the chance to improve my dance technique somewhat!"

Rinkair smiles and says, "Maybe though I think m'lady that you do not need worry much. you are quite proficient."

Aiesha grins, giggling like a young schoolgirl! "I'll bet you're just saying that..."

Rinkair smiles as the music winds down gently and bows to Aiesha, "I never lie m'lady."

Dinlana smiles quietly to herself, being just in range to hear the remark to Aiesha, eyes shining mischevously at mention of fibbing. As the music gently
fades, however, a sort of sadness comes into her expression, and she looks around intently for the source of the sound that is disapearing.

Arax comes walking down from the gangplank of a nearby boat humming softly

Sailors smile at each other and strike up a lively jig tune. A couple of them waving to Dinlana as they begin. A shout of interest from all.

Aiesha grins at the suddenly lively tune. Noticing the the girl's glance, she begins to wonder, being naturally curious, as to whom she was. She
decides that she'll find out, after greeting Arax.

Dinlana's feet begin to move to the lively tune, a foreign dance, as though made for grassy slopes rather than hard docks. Only a little sound comes
from her feet as she dances over a bit closer to the sailors, giving them a smile which seems to light more in her brown eyes than on her face.

Aiesha grins, "Now the party becomes lively!"

Sailors smile and a wave to Galain and several marines are amongst them.

Arax comes down to where the ladies dance and watches the one named Aiesha in particular. He smiles and nods briefly to the sailors and assorted
others

Galain walks out of the tavern and nods his head in greetings to the sailors. He watches as two ladies dance and he laughs out loud at the activity
about. He sets off toward where the others sailors stand.

Aiesha nods to Rinkair, "If you'll excuse me, Captain..", then wanders over to where Arax is standing. "Well met, friend Merchant!"

Rinkair nods to Aiesha.

Dinlana, as Galain approaches, dances her way toward him, smiling up at him as he passes by, "Hullo!" she says, her light voice, not missing a single
beat of the music as she speaks to him, "Do you wish to dance now, or are you still too dead set against it?" mischief joins the happy twinkle in her
brown eyes.

Arax smiles braodly to Aiesha and calls out a greeting to Galain over the noise of the docks before formally addressing Aiesha, "Milady" he says with
a bow, "That posistion that you interviewed for, well I have made of my mind on who I am going to hire"

Aiesha smiles, mischief sneaking into her brown eyes. "And to whom was the lucky person to take the job, friend Merchant?"

Galain laughs at Dinlana's words as he remembers her from an earlier time. He grabs one of the marines from where he stands and pushes him in
front of Dinlana. "Here ye go, Felfalath here likes to dance, I do belive ye already know my answer." He laughs and watches the others.

Sailors laugh uproarishly as Felfalath stumbles and Felfalath says, "Sergeant!! I've got a club foot!"

Arax grins even more broadly now he sees the mischief playing in Aiesha's eyes, "Well twas a hard choice it was, but after long thought, I have
chosen you as my new assistant." he finally get around to the point

Dinlana gives Galain a disapointed glare, and, with a quick shake of her head, steps around
the stumbling Felafalath, ignoring him, to stand in front of Galain, "Then what do you do," she asks slowly, in her quiet voice, "to get rid of your
worries? Your captain knows how to enjoy himself." she looks over her shoulder to where Rinkair had been dancing, tossing the braid on to her
shoulder.

Aiesha feigns surprise. "Me? Of all the luck...." She laughs, eyes still dancing with mischief, and she briefly turns to see the stumbling sailor.

Galain pushes Felfalath forward again, "come now, ye can dance with a club foot." he laughs and tries to call back greetings in return to Arax but is
amazed at the activity here. Watching Dinlana step around the poor sailor he grins broadly then answers her question "Worries? Naw, I dont worry
much, im just not one for dancing or other such activites, never was."

Rinkair smiles gently and says, "Sergeant, dance with the girl."

Aiesha glances at the standing Galain, eyes flicking with questions.

Arax still smiling says, "Well you know the details of the deal, salary, house, clothing if you desire, all will be provided for you" he says with a
grin."Ohhh and we leave tomorrow for Minas Tirith, do be ready"

Galain starts to protest Rinkairs 'order' and then he gives up and steps forward not quite sure as to what to do next. "If ye must insist, but I am not
one that knows well, how to dance that is."

Rinkair looks over at Arax listening quietly and watching his sailors as they party. The lively jigs continueing.

Aiesha nods, her grin becoming wider even as she hears Galains protest. "I will be ready...." She laughs aloud. She calls over her shoulder to Galain,
"You'll pick it up, Sergeant!"

Dinlana smiles gently at Galain, "Oh, please be nice to the poor man," she says, with a glance at the club-footed sailor and an even more disapointed
look at the Sergeant, "You need not dance with me if you do not wish, and if your not wanting to drives you to push around people." A brightness
comes to her eyes at his cooperation, however, "And it does not take learning to dance. Just move as the music does."

Arax smiles and nods to his new assistant, "Well then get back to your partying Milady!" he says in a mock authoritarian voice, while trying to hide
his grinning face

Aiesha grins, then drags Arax into the crowd. "Only if you do, Boss!" she laughs, her eyes dancing with pure mischief.

Arax now breaks out once more into a huge grin and follows along behind Aiesha

Galain laughs "Give me a rolling deck in the midst of a gail and I shall be happy, but dance? hrmm, thats different." He grins and looks at the marine.
"Push people around? Nay it is but simple fun..I well be returned in full for it, trust me." He grins slightly and grumbles about dancing.

Sailors smiles as their captain, Rinkair, sits with them and stop their playing as he takes out his harp to play.

Dinlana laughs, the beautiful sound of a young lady's laugh, "In that case..." she trails off and, grabbing Galain's hand, attempts to drag him away from
the safety of being behind some sailors and tries to pull him out in front of the sailors. But her stregth is no match to his, so she just gives him an
expectant look and waits for him to move himself.

Arax shouts out, "Come now Galain, it is obviously the young lady fancies a dance with you, do it!"

Rinkair smiles and says, "Galain, dance with her.. A sailors song though.." Rinkair takes out his harp and gently begins to strum the strings.

Aiesha glances at the Captain, curious, then at the harp, her curiousity peaking. Noticing the other woman's efforts, she grins wickedly and moves
over to assist. "If that was your ship, would you be refusing her?" she tries to keep her face stern.

Galain chuckles and follows behind Dinlana half stumbling and half trying to pry his hand loose. He grins at Arax's words and turns and glares at
Rinkair "Thank ye for the encourgment captain." He grins and follows behind Dinlana.

Rinkair smiles and laughs, merry notes tumbling forth from his harp as he begins to play a quick and lively tune. His voice soon joining the notes rising
in merry laughter.

Arax now stands on the edge of what is turning into a dance floor, he looks about and realizes that people from the city are beginning to drift down to
the docks searching out the source of the music

As I walked down the
winding streets of old Pel'gir
As I walked down, a
young and lively maid I saw.

Dinlana, with a smile, takes Galain's other hand and begins moving to the music of Rinkair's harp. Looking up at the marine, she pulls him in time with
the music, making him at least move somewhat.

Aiesha notices Arax's glance, then grins mischieviously. "And how well can you dance, friend Merchant?"

Rinkair continues playing, a lightly set of notes, like a maiden skipping along on a sunny day, combining with a slow clip clop of a sailors boots
against the pavement.

Fair of skin, with hair like wine
Blue of eyes. I swore to make her mine.

Arax smiles a tad bit evily and holds forth his hand, "Shall we find out?"

Rinkair livens the tune, the sailors steps becoming a saucy jaunt, like he's trying to impress the lady, another set of notes, like that of young
guardsmen also enters in now though.

Galain laughs as he tries to keep in time with Dinlana and the music, he almost does but steps on Dinlana's foot then stumbles over his own as he tries
to dance.

With a jaunty step and a lively stride
I walked that way to catch the maiden's eye.
My garments proclaiming my ship with pride
Among the Guardsmen, there was no place for me to hide.

Fair of skin, with hair like wine
Blue of eyes. I swore to make her mine.

Dinlana yanks her foot back, out of beat, and glares up at Galain with a barely concealed grin, "Now now, Sergeant." And, regaining the beat of the
song, she moves just a bit more slowly, so as to give the sailor a chance to stay in step.

With a smile and a bow, I introduced
myself with a flair of the cap upon my head.
Some rose I'd bought and
presented to her hoping to steal her heart away.

Aiesha grins, "Let's..." She drags Arax onto the floor, close to the fumbling couple.

Fair of skin, with hair like wine
Blue of eyes. I swore to make her mine.

Arax follows aiesha and listening to the lively tune begins to dance, and much to everyone's surprise he dances quite well, he twirls Aiesha about,
then a dip, and another twirl...

The Guardsmen who had all gathered round scowled
For a smile she bestowed.
Takeing my arm and with a flair of her skirt,
Out to the dance floor we wheeled.

Galain chuckles and keeps from stepping on Dinlana's feet again with obvious effort, his steps are becoming more steady and he can almost keep up
with Dinlana

Fair of skin, with hair like wine
Blue of eyes. I swore to make her mine.

Aiesha laughs with pure delight, finding that she was the one trying to keep up!

Rinkair smiles and flairs the music softly, like the beat of the feet now roaming the dance floor.

Arax grins at his companion, as they continue to whirl about the dance floor, faster and faster they go...

Dinlana laughs happily again, as Galain begins to pick it up, "You dance well for one who claims not to," she smiles up at the sailor, brown eyes
cheerful and sparkling, "As long as you keep your boots away from my feet..."

Galain laughs at Dinlana's words "Good? This is good. Im just trying to keep you away from my feet and my feet away from you." He chuckles and
tosses a glance over to Rinkair then gives up as he was the one that caused this mess, he instead continues to try and dance almost keeping up with
Dinlana

I danced across the floor
this goddess of beauty within my arms.
I smiled and spoke and told the tales
and in time,before the evening was done, I asked for her hand.

Fair of skin, with hair like wine
Blue of eyes. I swore to make her mine.

She laughed and my heart did a dance
'No husband of mine will be far from land.
To marry me sailor will you give up your ship
And wed me tonight before all attending?"

Dinlana slows down just a bit more, though her smooth movements are still in time with the captain's beautiful harp music, "And you are doing that
very well, I must say." The mischief in her eyes is barely concealed by the sparkling of fun, "I think you are just afraid of having fun, Sergeant. Try to
do so more."

Fair of skin, with hair like wine
Blue of eyes. I swore to make her mine.

Aiesha laughs, finding that she was in the same position as Galain! However, she manages to steer herself and her partner closer to the woman and
the Sergeant. She smiles at the lady, "Well said, my friend!", as she struggles to keep up.

Galain grins and adds jokeingly "Whats fun again? Forgot how to do that." He grins and watches the other people dance and almost steps on
Dinlana's foot then looks back toward the ground to catch up again.

Now promised I had and no promise
could I break. So wed her I did
Before all the guardsmen and lords of old Pel'gir
My captain wed us that night and smiled upon me.

Illiana comes along the docks, drawn by the sounds of cameraderie and song. When she comes upon the group she looks at each face carefully

Rinkair is playing in the center of a group of sailors, all looking at him as he plays upon a small harp a merry dancing tune. Many of the sailors dance
with maidens along the docks and others sit drinking beer from several broached kegs by the quay.

Fair of skin, with hair like wine
Blue of eyes. I swore to make her mine.

Dinlana lets out a chiming laugh again, "Fun is dancing, or running over the open grass," She says with a smile, "And fun is what you have when you
need to get away from duties or trouble... And," her face straightening with mock-seriousness, "Trouble is fun."

"You've promised to leave the sea and
my ship. But no jobs have you unless
in the guard. But no man of mine
should have to fight on land so Quartermaster are thee this eve."

Galain stops dancing and grins slightly "Sorry, but I must go now.. forgot that I must pick something up in the hall of wax." He lets go of Dinlana's
hands "It was fun though. It was more fun then I have had in a long time." He makes his way toward the gate glancing back where the fun was.

Illiana stays on the outskirts of the group, a cloak covering the insignia of the prince upon her gown. She watches Rinkair with emerald eyes

So I sail no more upon the seas
And my wife she lives in our house by the harbor.
Fair of skin, with hair like wine
Blue of eyes. I swore to make her mine.
Indeed I made her mine!

Dinlana drops Galain's hands as he says he must leave, a light sigh escaping her lips as she slowly comes to a stop, "Then I shall see you later, Galain,
as long as you are in Pelargir."

Rinkair gently winds his song down as he finishes the chorus and at the last a gentle flair of triumph and joy before ending the song.

Illiana smiles at the song.

Wethas arrives from the direction of Isildur's Gate.
Wethas has arrived.

Sailors cheer as their captain finishes and then stands with a smile, others picking up their instruments to start up several jig songs, most going for
either more beer or another dance with the beautiful maidens.

Rinkair walks over to Dinlana and smiles softly, "My apologies for my Sergeant, he tries to play the gruff one but doesn't always do that well I'm
afraid."

Aiesha grins as the music slows down. Panting, she excuses herself from her new boss, and sits on the nearby crates, occasionally glancing at the
young woman and a newcomer she doesn't recognise.

Belthasar has arrived.

Dinlana does not begin this dance, as the music starts again, for Rinkair moves over near her. With a girlish smile, she says in her quiet voice, "Oh, he
plays well... But he is not gruff enough. And it is a good thing." Yet she adds quickly, "And you play well too, Captain! Your harp, that is... You're
not gruff like the sergeant."

Illiana steps from the sides and approaches Rinkair

Rinkair laughs and says, "I am the captain. He plays gruff and I just give orders. The sailors do what I tell them to because he growls. He barks
worse than he bites, but my job is to bite worse than my bark."

Illiana clears her throat, "I beg thy pardon Captain, but might thy not be Rinkair?

Dinlana takes a shy step back, "Then please, don't bite me," she says, eyes glittering with mischief, "I doubt I would taste good. And I always thought
the sailors ate meat, not young maidens such as myself."

Rinkair turns to look at the newcomer and seems startled for a moment before he recovers and bows deeply, "M'lady Illiana, I am surprised to see
you here. Though I shouldn't be quite so since I knew Prince Imrahil was in the city."

Aiesha glances at yet another newcomer, dressed only in black, carrying an instrument of some sort...

Illiana looks slightly surprised before she composes her features, her cloak falling open to reveal the silver swan pin upon her breast. "Indeed? I knew
not that m'lord traveled this path. How dost thou fare Captain?

Rinkair smiles and says, "I have had better travels but as you can see my sailors are happy and certainly the city must ring with the joyous sound of
the laughter welling around me. So I can not in truth complain at all."

Belthasar steps softly to the musicians playing and watches carefully, head tilted slighly askance.

Garuthir walks down the docks, apparently newly arrived from one of the nearby ships. He bears a large bag over his brawny shoulder, and whistles
carelessly. He espies the group assembled, and the cask, and slows somewhat.

Illiana nods and smiles, "So it seems" she looks about, "When thou hast a moment good captain? Might I have words with thee?

Sitting on the crates, a woman surveys the scene, delight and mischief both written clearly on her face. She glances, each in turn, first the one with the
mandolin, next at the sailor with the bag, then at the captain and the woman. Soon her mishief turns plainly into curiousity.

Belthasar unslings his mandolin and begins to weave a complex counterharmony to that of the other musicians.

Dinlana, as the captain turns his attention to buisness elsewhere, drifts away and into the crowd. Spying another sailor come down, one woth a large
bag over his shoulder, she glides up and begins walking a course parallel his just a few feet from him. Her eyes look at him curiously.

Rinkair nods to Illiana and says, "Come lady, let us talk a bit then." He walks over to one side of the kegs and motions for Illiana to follow, curiosity
in his eyes.

Sailors grin as a group as Belthasar begins playing with them. One puts a mug of beer down by him and soon the dances and shouts are rising full
swing again.

Garuthir tosses his large sack onto the dock with a dull thud, and then smiling slightly, at the pretty women, leans against a railing, and watches the
entertainment, with a smile on his face.

Illiana inclines her head and follows Rinkair

Rinkair +whispers to Illiana, "Tell me lady, what is it you wished to speak on?"

Dinlana steps closer to the sailor as he seems to ignore her, and says in her light, quiet voice, "Who are you, sailor? Why do you just watch the fun?"

Illiana +whispers to Rinkair, "m'lord, word has come to me that thou art most skilled with the weapons of war and hunting. ist this indeed true?"

Belthasar casts a lingering glance in the direction of Illiana

Rinkair looks at Illiana and seems surprised for a moment before he recoveres.

You +whisper to Illiana, "Hunting indeed, both of the sword and bow. My father taught me it when I was young and i have carried one ever since I
could draw it."

Illiana nods and continues speaking softly to rinkair

Illiana +whispers to you, "That is excellent m'lord and indeed thou art the one that I seek. I wish to learn"

Aiesha glances at the Captain, who was apparently deep in conversation with the woman....

Illianas eyes show she is very serious about what she is suggesting

Garuthir smiles at the young woman, and says, "I am Garuthir, newcome from many months at sea, and I but admired the amassed beauty of this fair
City. I did not wish to ignore you, My Dear, but I did not want to seem too forward. What are we celebrating, if I may ask?" He moves closer to
Dinlana, and smiles brightly at her.

Rinkair looks at Illiana for a moment and then nods, "Indeed.. " He seems to be thinking seriously for a moment.. And looks out over the harbour at
the Alcarondas, deep in thought.

The mandolin player has fallen silent and moved somewhat closer to the whispered conversation.

Apparently tired of being the observer, the woman gets off the crates and wanders over to the man clothed entirely in black.

Dinlana gives Garuthir a smile, one that seems to come more from her eyes than her face, "There is nothing being celibrated here, I think," she says,
an unsure tone entering her quiet voice, "But must there be something to celibrate to have a celibration?"

Illiana +whispers to you, " "I am in earnest m'lord and deeply determined to learn. I would rather learn from a man of honor and skill, but.. if tis
offensive to thee to teach me, I shall learn from whomever wilt take my coin"

Rinkair looks at Illiana and shakes his head, "No.."

Illiana raises an eyebrow, "no?

You +whisper to Illiana, "No, I will teach you then. It would not be fit for one of your station to be learning on the side. And I merely was thinking of
what to teach you m'lady. For your job requires that you know how to defend yourself better in truth than many men at arms.. I will teach you."

Garuthir smiles at Dinlana, and says, "Well I am going to celebrate being here, and meeting such a lovely woman such as yourself." He looks at the
musicians, and says again to Dinlana,"But the music has ended methinks. A shame, for I was about to ask if you would do me the honor of dancing
with me. But I fear I did not ask your name?"

Erienne has arrived.

Aiesha blinks, hearing the Captains conversation, then quickly wanders over.

Illiana smiles brilliantly suddenly, apparently pleased with Rinkair's decision

Illiana +whispers to you, "excellent m'lord. I shall make thee a wonderful student. when might we begin?"

Dinlana looks down at the ground for a second, as a hint of red creeps up into her cheeks, "Thank you, sir... I am sure the music shall start again
soon enough." Looking back up, she smiles slowly, "And my name is Dinlana..."

Sailors grin as they hear some words like, 'Music." And immediately strike up a slow soft tune, the kind that sailors love on a romantic eve, though
the day is still bright. You notice several of the players are rather drunk and think that might be the reason for their choice, as they don't know what
they are playing.

Erienne walks quickly toward the docks. It is apparent she is looking for something or someone.

Garuthir smiles, and then with a low sweeping bow as the music begins, says, "Well, imagine that, my wish has been granted." He extends a large
hardened hand to Dinlana, and says, "My Lady, may I have the honour of this dance?"

Aieshas eyes, bright with her peaking curiousity, walks up to behind the woman. "If you'll excuse me, lady....." she notes the apparent secretiveness,
"What is it that you wish to learn?"

A puff of wind swirls the black cape aside from the cloaked figure, revealing polished black boots into which serviceable trousers are fitted.

Illiana glances over her shoulder then turns to face Aieshas, "Hello."

Seeing the commotion, and obvious 'dancing'. Erienne offers a faint smirk to those gathered. She then turns her eyes back toward the ships with an
obvious frown. Her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and she strains to get a good look at the ships.

Dinlana's smile widens, and she gives Garuther a well-practiced curtset. Not the type learned in court, but the curtsey of a country girl, "I would be
honored to dance with you, sir."

Illiana glances up at Rinkair before answering Aiesha's question

Garuthir smiles and says, "You are most kind." He then takes her hand lightly, and with a gentle hand on the small of her back, begins to dance to the
music, all the while smiling at Dinlana.

Rinkair shrugs at Illiana and looks out over the crowd to see how the dancing is proceeding.

Aiesha glances at the man with the instrument briefly, and smiles.

Aiesha looks at the woman, an expectant but understanding look on her face.

Moving to one of the ships at dock. Erienne moves boldly to the onplank of the Alcarondas and hollers up to a man on deck "What ho! Is the
Captain of this ship about!?!"

Dinlana laughs lightly as, for the first time in the celibration, she is not forced to drag the sailor onto the floor. She moves gracefully to the music,
following Gruthir's lead, "You dance well, sir," she comments, looking up into Garuthir's face.

Illiana nods to Aiesha, "I have just become the Captain's student in the art of weaponry

The cloaked figure stiffens visiably, even heavily shrouded as he is by his cloak.

Garuthir smiles, and with a light laugh, says, "This step is a new one to me, but most dances are the same, in my experience." Then he looks at
Dinlana with an amused grin, and says, "But your grace is exceptional, I would almost that I had come to Pelargir sooner, for had I known what I
was missing, my wandering days might have been over years ago." He then sweeps her lightly across the docks, and with a low dip, ends the dance
as the music pauses for a moment. He then lightly lifts her to her feet again, and says, "I hope I have not wearied you, My Dear, I fear that I may be
somewhat out of practice, and am more accustomed to dancing in a more 'exuberant' manner?"

Moving to one of the ships at dock. Erienne moves boldly to the onplank of the Alcarondas and hollers up to a man on deck "What ho! Is the
Captain of this ship about!?!"

Aiesha grins widely. "Ah, the supposedly men only art of weaponry?" She laughs, "good luck to you, Lady! I myself seek merely to widen my own
knowledge on the healing art...and anything else i happen to come across!" She giggles, "including my dance steps!"

From the Alcarondas comes, "Yeah, but he's down with the beer like the rest of those about.. Now go away and leave us be to our drinking lady."

Hearing the man's words, Erienne turns her head back to those gathered to see if she could spy some sort of Captain's Garb among those getting
shlosshed on the dock.

Illiana smiles gently and nods to the lady, "I thank thee for thy good wishes, and return them unto thee for thy search of knowledge.. and of dancing"

Rinkair glances up hearing words from his ship and turns to see a lady standing by his ships gangplank, he frowns slightly as if trying to figure out who
and why.

With a smile, Dinlana tosses her braid back over her shoulder after the dance slows to an end. With only the slightest hint of tiredness in her voice,
the young lass says, "Oh, not at all! You are quite good... And might I ask where it is you come from, sir? You do not appear to be of around here...
and you do not dance as the others of Pelargir do."

The cloaked figure moves closer to Illiana as her companion's attention is diverted elsewhere.

Illiana tosses one side of her cloak back over her shoulder, as she watches the dance, smiling softly. But despite her smile, her emerald eyes are hard
as the stones whose color they have stolen,

Garuthir pauses, and says, "Most assuredly not, My Lady, or I would never have roamed." He looks over towards a nearby cask, and then says,
"But may I not get us some refreshments? For surely, your beauty has nearly unmanned me, and I needs must slake my thirst, ere I expire from it."
He gestures to the opened cask.

Aiesha smiles warmly. "Anyway, they call me Aiesha, lady."

Rinkair smiles and says, "My apologies Ladies. Aiesha, this is the Lady Illiana, courier of Prince Imrahil, M'lady Illiana this is the Lady Aiesha."

Seeing Rinkair's curious gaze, Erienne decides she has indeed found her Captain. She strides toward him full of confidence. Never pausing to those
in her way, only side- stepping them gracefully as she makes her way toward Rinkair, a brilliant smile upon her lips the whole way.

Illiana nods and smiles, "Lady Aiesha

The cloaked figure catches the look of resolute strength in the eye of Illiana and grunts in frustration as her attention is caught away again elsewhere.
He moves fluidly apart from the rest of the group, sitting alone and leaning against a wall.

Dinlana nods slightly, with a cheerful brightness in her eyes, "Certainly, sir, I can understand being thirsty... for my father often sent me to fetch him
water after long hours of work at the forge." She begins to slowly follow Garuthir over to the casks, and adds as an afterthought, "But where are you
from, then, sir?"

Illiana says, "Captain Rinkair, might there be a reputable inn within the city where I may aquire lodgings?"

Aiesha blinks, apparently taken aback by such a grand title, by both Illiana's, and her own. She recovers, then grins. "I am no lady as such, my lady."
 

Rinkair laughs and says, "Reputable inn's? I doubt it m'lady. But you can request lodging at the Council's main halls I'm sure. I have not stayed within
my home city though since it was raided last and I know not what still stands within it's precincts I am afeared."

With a light step, uncommon in one so large, Garuthir moves towards the cask, and takes two large tankards of the strong brew from a smiling sailor,
before returning to Dinlana. He says, "Well I too am often thirsty, although I usually prefer anything but water, for I see enough of it to last me on my
journeys." He hands one of the tankards to Dinlana, and then takes a deep draught of his, smiling deeply again, and smacking his lips noisily. "Ah,
long has it been since I have tasted such, but I think I remember me well how best to do it proud."

Rinkair blinks catching sight of Erienne trying to place the face before him.

Curious blue eyes look over to Illiana as her title is revealed. Erienne stops momentarily just before reaching Rinkair and nods to Illiana with respect.
She murmers "My Lady. I have been sent by Lady Kalira Isilrim of Dol Amroth. Perhaps for the same purpose." She then turns her attention fully to
Rinkair and asks "Hail, are you the Captain of yon vessel?" She motions to the ship she was just at.

Rinkair looks at Erienne and then nods slightly, "Aye, I am the captain though I no longer wear the osprey badge of my rank."

Belthasar catches sight of Erienne and moves closer to her.

Dinlana carefully accepts the tankard Garuthir hands her, raising it up to her lips to drink, but lowering it before taking a sip. With a curious nod, she
looks at the traveller, her eyes shining with interest, "Have you traveles much, then? I have only goone so far as Pelargir from my home..."

Erienne nods to Rinkair and says "Then you are whom I seek."

Illiana nods to Erienne to acknowledge her then to Rinkair, "Very well m'lord. I shall seek my rest there. Please send me word soon, i am axious to
begin" she turns and smiles at
Aiesha, "he has gifted you with the title and as such I will not disregard it.

Belthasar takes Erienne by the arm and whispers in her ear.

Rinkair smiles and says, "Why do you seek me if I may ask m'lady? And to what purpose?" He turns to Illiana and smiles, "As you wish m'lady I will
contact thee anon."

Garuthir looks down at Dinlana, and then laughs heartily. He takes a seat on a nearby cask, previously emptied, and then jumps back up quickly,
saying, "My manners, My Lady!" He takes off his dark brown cloak, and lays in on the cask, and then says, "May I offer you a seat?"

Erienne frowns as she is grasped by the arm and turns her head to look at Belthasar

Aiesha looks about her, noting the apparent seriousness of the forthcoming discussion, takes a step back, preparing to withdraw.

Belthasar +whispers to Erienne, "... ... ..., ... Illiana. ... ... needs ... to ... ...."

Aiesha nods, "Then so be it, Lady...."

Eriennes eyes look to the man dressed in the cloak. She nods once to him and then moves toward Rinkair. Taking his arm with purpose she leads
him away and asks "I am seeking news that you might posess.."

Erienne seems rude in what she does, however she has purpose. Those around can sense that. She does not take Rinkair away from anyone save
Illiana.

Belthasar moves to Illiana and standing in front of her, obscuring view to all other's removes his hood and reveals his face.

Rinkair looks at Erienne and you see something of interest in his eyes, defintely something of warning too, "What news might you be seeking?"

Belthasar +whispers to Illiana, "... ... ... to thee."

Dinlana tilts her head to one side as Garuthir jumps up, her braid falling over to one shoulder. Sitting, she stays to one side of the cask, her small form
only taking up not half of it, "Thank you, sir," she says in her quiet voice, still carefully holding the tankard untouched in one hand.

Illiana frowns as she hears her name muttered then looks up at the man. Upon sight of his face however she goes quite pale and turns away

Belthasar takes you arm. "Prithee."

Aiesha turns, and slowly backs away, unsure of her welcome.

Illiana pulls her arm from the man's grasp. "Mind whom you lay hands upon sir. For I am Prince Imrahil's courier, and not some kitchen wench to be
so handled. If you would speak with me, follow." she sweeps her cloak about her and moves towards the gate

Erienne turns after a few paces. She looks over Rinkair's shoulder to see that Belthasar is talking to Illiana. She shows some sort of resolve in her
features as they soften. She then turns to RInkair with another brilliant smile and whispers to him low "I am curious of a gift that has recently
disappeared"

Garuthir bows, and says, "My thanks." He then leans on a nearby wall, and leans slightly over Dinlana, and whispers, "I do hope that they will
continue with the music, but I can understand why they do not, for surely no man may not see me dancing with the most beautiful woman here, and
not become jealous." He takes a long drink of his ale, and then says, with a slight smile, "You must surely deal with that problem alot, My Lady,
Dinlana?"

Illiana pushes through the crowd towards the mighty Isildur's Gate.
Illiana has left.

Belthasar apologises to Aiesha and follows Illiana towards the Gate.

The sailors preform it oddly, with a rocking gate, different from the landsman's moves but just as useful.

Sailors strike up a quick and lively tune, one full of swings, jumps and defintely laughter. The sailors preform it oddly, with a rocking gate, different
from the landsman's moves but just as useful.

Belthasar pushes through the crowd towards the mighty Isildur's Gate.
Belthasar has left.

Rinkair frowns and says, "It is lost, by my ships fault. What more do you want lady."

Dinlana looks down at the tankard, again her cheeks turning a subdued red, "You flatter me, sir," she says, looking up into his face, "And I do think
you have controll of the musicians, for at your very mention of music, they play again." Eyes brightening as the music begins, she sets the tankard next
to her.

Erienne stops infront of Rinkair and says "Answers, Captain. Simply." She looks around at those others on the docks and then back to Rinkair and
asks. "Is there somewhere private you might feel more comfortable in speaking?

Garuthir smiles, and standing erect, extends his arm to the Lady Dinlana, and says, "My Lady?"

Aiesha turns and moves back to her crates, forgotten for the time being.

Rinkair looks at Erienne and says, "There is nothing more to say. The gift is lost. And I know not how nor can any other explain it to me beyond the
thought that the ship carrying the gift sunk during the storm. A submerged log or some such. We can not know though."

Dinlana stands from her seat, and takes Garuthir's hand. She does not begin to dance, however, as she seems almost unsure of the music, as though
it is not familiar.

Galain enters the docks from the gate a small package in his hand. He glances about and makes his way toward the sailors and where the rest of the
crowd is.

Garuthir takes her hand, and leads Dinlana unto the Dock once more, and holding her somewhat more closely, whispers in her ear,"It is less difficult
that it appears, My Lady, but follow my movements, closely, and all will be revealed to you." He winks, and then with his hand placed in the small of
her back, begins to dance slowly to the music, quickly matching his pace to that of the music, while aiding the Lady Dinlana to keep the step.

Erienne looks to RInkair, apparently not accepting that answer. She says "Tis not an easy thing to sink a ship, Captain.. no?"

Rinkair looks at Erienne and his frown deepens even more, "No it's not, except for the sea, our mistress. She can sink a ship in the blink of an eye at
her slightest hint of anger."

Galain watches as Dinlana and the other man dance, a grin broadens on his face as he moves closer to the other sailors and marines. He reaches
them and talk amungst them for a bit before leaning back against a crate and watching the docks closely.

Erienne arches an eyebrow at Rinkair's anger. She then smiles to him and loops a hand around his arm and says "Captain, I meant no disrespect. For
indeed, I know not the ways of yon sea." For emphasis she looks out to the water then back to Rinkair. She says "Come.. lets have a drink for I fear
first impressions have done me no wonder here. Might I buy you an ale or cider?

Dinlana draws a sharp breath as Garuthir pulls her closer for the dance. Nodding slowly at his instructions, she tries to keep her light brown eyes
from watching her feet, but obviously has a hard time keeping her gaze at Garuthir. Dancing silently, as the music continues, she appears to become
more comfortable with the dance, and moves smoothly along, following Faruthir's lead.

Rinkair frowns and let's himself be lead away by Erienne but he does not look pleased at all.

Garuthir wildly dances to the music, managing to sweep Dinlana off her feet at times, but never allowing her to stumble, or lose her step. He smiles
down at Dinlana, and says, "My lady is indeed versatile, are you sure you have not danced this before?" He begins a very complicated series of
steps, and after they end, moves to a more and simple movement. He says, "Ah, to dance like this forever, would it not be grand?"

One sailor does try to break in and puts a hand on Garuthir, "Excuse me, might I steal this dance?"

Erienne continues to smile brilliantly at Rinkair. She turns her head from side to side and is looking for a sailor with a Tankard and barell

Garuthir turns at the hand on his shoulder, and with a slight smile, albeit it very cold, stares him in the eye, and says, "No.", before returning his
attention to Dinlana.

Erienne smiles brightly and says "Well, I see the Ale here is aplenty. Then Might I fetch you one?"

Orlow arrives from the direction of Isildur's Gate.
Orlow has arrived.

Galain looks at the man dancing with Dinlana with surprise at the quick responce to the other sailor, he grins slightly and continues to watch and chat
with a few sailors not caught in the music.

Dinlana smiles softly, keeping up with Garuthir, even in his wild movements, "Nay, I have never danced this before.. most of this music is foreign to
me, however, so 'tis not surprising." Even at that comment, a surprised look comes to her face as the man brushes off the sailor so coldly, yet she
does not comment on it, just continues to dance and, as she becomes more familiar with the steps, looks into Garuthir's face more often.

Rinkair smiles and says, "No I am not drinking.. What do you want?"

Orlow ambles clumsily towards the docks with a jug in his hands and a smile on his face....He tips a grimy hat to nearby revelers, eliciting smiles from
most and offended stairs from one or two welathy business men still about...

Erienne says "Spiced Cider then. If it is about. If not, then Ale is suitable, Captain." She ends it again, with a very brilliant smile. However for some
reason, it does not reach her eyes.

From Gate, Beladan +shouts, "Violence?"

Garuthir whirls Dinlana around lightly, and laughs heartily as the music ends, and then leads Dinlana back to the casks, and picks up his ale again.

Rinkair looks at the lady and says, "M'lady, speak your peace. Wrong foot or not you want something from me, ask it don't try to drag it out of me. I
take a dim view of such. I bought this drink and drink none now or later. Of anything. What is it you wish to know?"

Dinlana laughs lightly, leaning against one cask, and brathing slightly hard, "You dance quite well, sir, better than I before thought even... Where is it
you said you came from?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with curiousity.

Recognizing the voice, Erienne's head snaps to the Gate and frowns. She takes in a deep breath and frowns, looking down. She then looks up to
Rinkair and tries to look surprised at his comment. Yet she knows full well who she is dealing with. She smiles and says "Dear captain.. I was
speaking of mine own drink. You did offer, did you not?"

Rinkair looks up, frowning as he hears the voice from the gates. He takes off running leaving Erienne where she is and waving for some of the
Marines to follow him. He also does so in a manner so as not to alarm the other sailors and runs quickly towards the gate.

(OOC note by Analdin:  This is that part where Rinkair and Galain all left, yet my character, Dinlana, remained inside the gates.  So, at the very end of the log, you can see what happened while the good Captain was arguing outside.)

::OOC NOTE: DUE TO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES PART OF THE LOG WAS LOST!!! THE FOLLOWING IS A SUMMARY OF
WHAT HAPPENED. -Rinkair, Log Editor::
Rinkair, Galain and several marines, followed by Lady Erienne, run off to the Gate area. There they find the Lady Illiana and Squire Beladan in an
arguement. Rinkair, having accepted the Lady as his student, steps in and learns that the Squire has come here to stop the Lady from pursuing the
arts of war. He then requests Rinkair leave of teaching her, Rinkair refuses without orders from Prince Imrahil. Beladan insults Rinkair and draws his
weapon at one point. Rinkair waves for the Marines to put up their weapons they have drawn in response and tells Beladan that it is forbidden to
draw a weapon within the city and to sheath his weapon.
 

::THE LOG RESUMES HERE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING. - Rinkair, Log Editor::
Galain laughs at Beladan's words "Monkey eh? At least I show a little respect unlike the arogant fool that ye be." He stops there and sheaths his
sword and grins broadly as he looks at Beladan. "A brave fool to draw swords against a city."

Illiana moves and stands before beladan, placing herself within inches of his bared blade. "Thou shalt not do this. Tis the course of foolishness. Thou
dost tell thy camp follower to hold her stroke until she is attacked but thou shalt not do the same.. beladan, cease

Illianas eyes seek beladan's imploring him to heed her

Erienne smirks at Rinkair and says "Then you do not deny that the 'Lady' will be taught suitable 'skills' upon your Ship? HAH! Yes Indeed, Captain..
one must start - somewhere-" She then says "Tis amazing, My Lady.. this has not crossed your mind once before. Do you not think a Teacher of
weapon would be more apt in someone else than a 'sailor'?"

Galain Quickly places Aegis-fang back in its sheath with one quick movement.

Beladan sheath's his blade. "Illiana. I have seen boys pass amonst the battlefield untouched from respect for thier persons. I hath seen boys
butchered for having girt on their father's swords." He speaks to Rinkair. "Thy monkey dost speak well. Thou must be a good master. Think, Sir,
what thou dost. I swear thee this oath, that should one drop of blood be shed from her breast, then nothing shall stay me from thee."

Beladan smoothly replaces Hyarmenmacil in its resting place.

Illiana blushes furiously and lifts her head, "Thy course language does identify thee as less than a lady.

Erienne smirks and says "I never claimed the title, Lady"
Erienne does not remove her sword from it's defensive stance. Instead she looks rather disappointed when Galain resheath's his sword.

Beladan motions imperceptably to Erienne to hold for now...

Rinkair frowns and says, "Upon my ship? What words speak you fool? I shall not be putting back to sea again for many a month and no sword will I
teach her. And with bow only so that she at least may not be defenseless. Think you I would turn her loose without at least teaching her the respect
of the weapon? If so you are more a fool than I thought for I at least know how to practice caution and I know better than you may know about
those who are without knowledge of the field striding into it."

Illiana looks at Beladan, her fists clenching in her cloak again, "I wish thee all happiness with thy /jade/ m'lord Beladan. Indeed, if I had know what
sort of woman thou didst wish, I would have ner allowed thee my company." she turns to move back behind Rinkair

Beladan shakes his head. "I do this for the love of her. Dost thou not know this emotion? I ask thee as a compatriot in arms one last time to let my
love guide thee in this course."

Illiana turns her head as her shoulder comes near to Rinkair's and speaks softly, "pray thee good captain, take me from this place. I would hear no
more of his prating

Erienne looks shocked at Beladan and asks before she realizes she says this "But what of Lady Kalira and the one you were with in the Tavern? R..
R.. someone or another?"

Rinkair looks at Beladan and says, "Tell me then that she be not riding upon the fields with naught but a guard. Tell me that she will be staying at
home in Dol Amroth. Then I shall do as you wish but not until then. For her life should mean enough to you that you would wish her to be able to
protect it at least."

Rinkair looks at Erienne and then at Beladan and looks totally confused and frowns even further.

Illiana casts Beladan a hurt look at Erienne's words. then her eyes harden and she turns away, drawing her hood up over her soft hair

Erienne realizes her blunder and immediately bows her head. She says appologetically "My lord.. I am sorry, I know not what overcame me.. I beg
your forgiveness"

Beladan looks forelorn. "I hath such a heavy heart and swirling mind, Erienne. Indeed, I didst swear off marriage proposed to Illiana to resolve just
such mixed emotions, but ever I care for her well-being and heart and wouldst that she never came to harm. Thus spake the Priest of Uinen to Illiana
and thus I speaketh again."

Galain frowns at the conversation and turns toward another marine and speaks to him silently.

Any who can see Illiana's face see a disturbing sight. A lovely woman, with skin as soft as silk and eyes as hard as granit, tears coursing down her
cheeks. She stays resoultely turned away and murmers again to Rinkair
Illiana +whispers to you, "m'lord.. please"

Beladan looks to Illiana. "I pray thee heed me in this." He looks to Rinkair, "Sir..."

Rinkair sighs and says, "Sergeant, Escort the Lady Illiana away." Rinkair stays face Beladan and says, "If you wish to speak more with me you may..
But do it now for I will not head your words after this until I see the Prince with you. Your love may blind you as well as give thee care for her."

Beladan says, "I must needs have thy bond to stay thy promise of instruction and thus supplied will quit."

Galain moves close to Illiana another marine following close behind him. He nods toward the commercial docks and speaks softly. "There is a tavern
and inn there M'lady, you shall be comfortable there, or if there is someplace else praytell and we shall go."

Erienne drops the sword on the ground and backs away from Beladan. She then turns away a few paces. As if to leave

Illiana ignores beladan entirely, as if hearing his words would be more than she could bear. Nodding to the sergeant she murmers that twill be fine

Beladan says, "Hold, Erienne. I hath need of thee yet."

Galain walks slowly with Illiana toward the docks and toward the Inn there, sending the marine to retrive his sword which was dropped by Erienne.
Galain pushes his way through the crowd towards the commercial docks.
Galain has left.

Illiana pushes his way through the crowd towards the commercial docks.
Illiana has left.

Erienne stops in mid tracks and turns toward Beladan. She looks at him briefly and says "yes.."

Orlow arrives from the direction of the commercial docks.
Orlow has arrived.

Orlow passes through the mighty gates and heads into the city of Pelargir; passing under the guardsmen's watchful eyes.
Orlow has left.

Beladan nods to Erienne, before returning his gaze to Rinkair, eyebrows arched expectantly.

Rinkair looks at Beladan and frowns, "And quit? Think you that I shall not be continuing her education after when I do see her? I would be a poor
instructor if I did not in the least find her another to teach her when I put again to sea for I will merely show her the barest of basics.. You have
greatly disappointed me Beladan. As the Princes Squire I thought you would show more sense." Rinkair looks at Erienne and says, "And I would
have knowledge of why you came to speak with me. But that can wait as well. There are intrigues here and goings on that I have no wish to be part
of. Understand that well. "

Beladan withdraws a glove and strikes Rinkair. "According to the Law, I challenge thee. Thou wilt name thy time and place and as defendant, wilt
have choice of weapon, should the Prince see mete to grant this challenge as fair."

Erienne arches an eyebrow at Rinkair and decides she's in trouble anyhow.. might as well dig her grave further. She says to him "Strange trait you
wish to teach the Lady, Captain. Tell me, what good will a bow do in close hand- to - hand contact? Hm? She will be safe, only if her attackers
come from a distance. I do not believe you to teach the lady the skill of a bow and arrow. Yes, I believe that there -are- intrigues here that My Lord
does not know of. Pithee you tell him then?"

Rinkair sighs softly and stops the remaining marines with a quick hand, "So be it Squire Beladan.. And you lady, you speak without knowing your
own words are full of at least spite if not foolishness. I am married already to one lady who holds no place in her heart for any other, the Alcarondas.
I teach the lady for in all of pelagir I am am the best with the bow. And the lady will never be fit to fight close hand to hand. But rather she must fight
from afar."

Erienne does not back down "Then how will she know they are attackers? Have brigands now taken to wear a uniform?

Erienne laughs outright "To fight with Bows is appropriate from a ships' deck.. or atop a wall. Yet impractical for a campsite as well as traveling upon
the road. Nay.. I think not, Captain. I never questionned your intentions with the Lady, simply your choice of 'lessons'"

Rinkair looks at Erienne and says, "Indeed most of our enemies do wear uniforms lady. It is called the hide of an orc, or the clothes of the Haradrim
forces. Both are distinctive from our own and even from brigands clothing. And if you think it impractical than you are too enamored with swords
and the bright shiny objects that men carry. A sword is only a fighters last choice and option. She will not be traveling alone, and a bow will allow her
to aid those with her. And highly practical if for no other purpose than to hunt with."

Beladan smirks. "Your very pretext for the lesson was her solitariness on the road!"
Erienne arches an eyebrow "And what good will a bow do if attacked in the night by a campfire? Tell me.. hast thou seen an Orc during the Daylight
hours??"

Beladan looks to Erienne. "Loth was I to believe you, Erienne, but more I fear that the real enemy is to her virtue and maidenhood, from a man long
at sea."

Marine arrives from the city, passing by the guards who watch him carefully.
Marine has arrived.

Rinkair smiles and says, "Not a pretext. I said she needs defend herself. A single guard will do little if he does not have help, which she with a bow
can give him. And you lady, think you that if I give her a sword she will do any better with it when surprised? A bow will teach her to run and to
attack her opponents from afar, not stay near them."

Beladan says, "Methinks if thou didst leave her as we ask then thous wouldst do the kindest service.":looks at Beladan and says, "And so she goes
and purchases the lessons from a teacher here in the city? No.. If nothing else I can teach her to respect the weapons and to fly rather than fight. And
fight only if need be, but to do that well."

Erienne arches an eyebrow "Had I said anysuch as a Sword? Mayhap a Dagger would suit the lady well.. Or are you worried it might impail" She
looks pointedly down at Rinkair's 'manhood' "Something with which you might seek to use as a lesson 'tool'??"

Rinkair looks at Beladan and says, "And so she goes and purchases the lessons from a teacher here in the city? No.. If nothing else I can teach her to
respect the weapons and to fly rather than fight. And fight only if need be, but to do that well."
 

Beladan shakes his head. "Art all of ships as dull of wit as thee? She has no need to fight if she dost flee. She hath no need of respect of weapons
that thou alone cans't teach her. Swear to hold thy teaching until we settle this in court and I will quit from this place and trouble thee no more."

Rinkair looks at Beladan and says, "Settle this at court? Wish thou to wait until after our duel is what you ask? Or do you wish for me to wait until
you return to the Prince to get his word on this first? Since you did not do that first before striding here? Think you I can teach her more than how to
hold a bow before you have a chance to have your say? I have given her my word and I will not go back on it. If the Prince will give me good reason
not to teach her then I will stop. But understand this, telling her to run from what she does not understand is worse than telling yourself that she won't
get hurt if she doesn't touch a weapon."

Beladan says, "come Erienne. This man is a foolish dullard, of little wit and lesser respect for the Prince. I wilt not that thou suffer his boorishness any
longer, lest his stupidity cloud thine own wit and render thee unfit for civil society."

Beladan leaves

Rinkair smiles and says, "When woulds you meet me then oh most brilliant of Squires who claims to love two women? For we have a meeting still
and I look forward to teaching you manners if I can't teach you anything else.

Marine chuckles as the squire leaves and talks to another marine near him "That be the most arogant squire I ever met, suppose he shall go wine to
his prince now?" He laughs jokingly with the other.

Beladan turns and calls as he leaves. "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. I will lodge this challenge with the Prince for his gainsay." Beladan passes out of
earshot of reply.

Rinkair laughs slightly and says, "He awaits a late date then that waits for the tourney, so be it.. Hopefully he shall use the time to polish his sword
better than he has polished his wit.. I had hoped to meet him this night though."

Erienne runs and follows Beladan.

Marine grins to the other marine. "Big words for a little squire eh? heh, hes a squirrelly one and his lady friend too."
 

(OOC note from Analdin:  This is the part where it picks up from inside the gate.  This part began happening while Rinkair had run out... though I don't have a good bit of this part.)
 

Dinlana's face clouds somewhat, with confusion. "How can anything that appears well and nice not be so? I have hard my eldest brother speak, once when he visited home, of how there were men in the city where he worked that said they were noble... But then he said that they would do something else when you were not looking, that they would change and not be as fair as they appeared. Is that what you mean?"

Garuthir nods slightly, and says, "Nobility can come in two ways, My Lady. By birth, and by deed. Many Nobles are born, few are so by their deeds. And men may wear many masks, and yet not show their true intents until it is fair too late.

Aiesha slows the dance, and takes leave of the doctor, nodding her thanks. She walks over to the two near the casks.

Dinlana tilts her head and, with a half nod, says, "Then perhaps I should pay my brother more heed..." All seriousness disapearing from her face, her eyes begin again to twinkle, "But surely there is nothing wrong with dancing to the sailors' music, I hope..."

Garuthir smiles, and says, "No, none as far as I can see, as long as you do not let someone take advantage of your kind nature either." He takes a large drink of his ale, and says, "Yes, I would say take heed of your brother, at all times, but temper his words, with your own wisdom."

Aiesha suddenly speaks up. "Wise words, sailor. Wise words indeed." She smiles apologetically. "forgive me if I interrupt anything."

Garuthir turns to Aiesha, and says, "Not at all, My Lady, we were but allowing an old man to rest his weary sealegs."

Dinlana smiles, "I hoped not, for dancing is all too much fun to not be done." As Aiesha approaches, she turns and gives her a smile.

Aiesha grins, "And his dry throat, I'll wager!"

Garuthir laughs and says, "You have found my shame, My Lady, I am but skin and Ale."

Dinlana laughs lightly, the smile remaining on her face, but moving more toward her cheerful eyes.

Aiesha laughs, "There is no shame in having a good time, my friend!" She turns to the other woman. "I meant to have met you earlier, but it appears that I have been busy!"

Garuthir smiles, and moves aside, to allow Aiesha to sit. He stands near, although far enough to allow the two to converse in low tones without being overheard, should they desire.

Dinlana gives Aiesha a nod of greeting, "Well, I am Dinlana," she says, glancing at Garuthir as he moves away, her smile lessening some, "And who might you be?"

Galain walks alongside the laddy Illiana and ignores the people at the docks instead turning to go into the tavern waiting for Illiana to enter first.

Aiesha smiles, "I am Aiesha, stickynose and newly made assistant to Arax, head of the merchants guild!" She notices the sailors withdrawal. "It is only greetings, my friend!"

Illianas expression is pained though she draws her hood more closely about her to hide her tears

Dinlana grin somewhat, watching as the familiar sailor, Galain, disapears through the tavern's doors, "A stickynose?" she asks, a hint of confusion entering her voice.

Aiesha laughs, "I seem to be eternally curious, Dinlana, and occasionally stick my nose where it doesn't belong!"

Garuthir grins roguishly, and says, "I was merely trying to charm the Lovely Dinlana into marrying me, when she is of age of course." He winks at
Dinlana, and smiles.

Dinlana laughs, with a smile at Garuthir, "And a convincing man he is, mind you... Watch out, for he is also an excelent dancer."

Garuthir laughs and says, "Ah, but I am so smitten by Dinlana's loveliness, that the strength to dance has left me, or perhaps it is the ale?"

Aiesha chuckles, glancing at the mercenary, mischief twinkling in her eyes. "Of course, it might be the ale, but I doubt it!" She laughs merrily. "Of course, if it was the ale, you would most probably end up like the poor idiots around here!" She points to many a comatose sailor.

Garuthir looks about him, and says, "Nay, I never pass out before dawn, My Lady."

Dinlana glances around, and, as though it were the first time she noticed the men lying one the ground, her eyes grow wide and she casts Garuthir a worried glance, "Well, I should hope you do not end up like that at all... it does not seem at all fun."

Aiesha grins, "It would not be, Dinlana,not at all!"

Standing erectly, and on one foot, Garuthir takes out his 2 knives, and begins to twirl them in the air lightly, catching them behind his back. He then closes his eyes, and continues for a few more moments. He stops, placing the daggers back in their sheathes, and says, "No, not nearly ready yet, My Dears."

Aiesha laughs merrily, "And just as well too, good sir! For if you weren't, I'd say our lives could well have been forfeited!" She glances at the knives aprehensively.

Dinlana leans back somewhat, increasing the distance between her and Garuthir while he has his knives out, "Oh, please do be careful with those!" But, as soon as he puts them away, she sits straight again, "But that is quite interesting... how did you learn to handle blades so well?"

Garuthir smiles sheepishly, and says, "It is but a trick, my dears, and I would never let anything happen to hurt either of you. I have become somewhat adept in their use over the years, as although a sword is a valuable weapon, it is hard to wield aboard a moving ship."

Dinlana nods, her gaze still quite interested on the blades, "My eldest brother had a sword with him when he came home on leave... But he would not allow me to touch it. He said it was dangerous. Are they really? Can you" she pauses here a second, "Kill someone with them?"

Aiesha smiles, "It would be an interesting skill to learn, I'll wager....But it seems that it is a men only skill, not meant for a womans knowledge."

Garuthir nods to Dinlana, and says, "Yes, they can, although one hopes to simply avoid the situation all together. "He turns to Aiesha, and says, "It may be so here, I do not know the customs, in other lands weapon fight alongside the men, and think nothing of it."

Aiesha grins, "Perhaps..but here it seems like it's a skill as unobtainable as getting on a ship for a few months, at least for a woman." she seems a bit bitter at the last part of her remark.

Dinlana nods slowly, "I am certain there could be a way to get on a ship, Aiesha..." she says, eyes twinkling mischeviously, "I have considered doing it every now and then myself."

Garuthir smiles then, and says, "But a woman aboard a ship with 40 men for a few months would never return to sea again I am sure."

Aiesha tilts her head slightly, to conceal a mischievious grin shared with Dinlana.
Aiesha says, "Why would she not come back? No sailor would throw her off, surely?""

Dinlana laughs, the tone of her laughter making it sound something akin to a snicker, "Yet what woman could stand to be around 40 men for so long?"

Garuthir shakes his head, and says, "Sailors are not known for their patience, and they can be a very unpleasant bunch, My Lady. I know not that she would not, but I suspect that their attitudes, and manners would make any woman miserable shortly." He looks uncomfortably at the two women, and says, "And there are always more darkminded men, who would wish to take advantage of them, if they could."

The levity of her face lessening, she listens closely ro Garuthir, "Though you have a point there... from what I have seen of the men on the dockside, I doubt I could stand so many sailors of that kind..." she trainls off, shaking her head.

Garuthir nods to Dinlana, and says, "No, I would shudder to think of you aboard a ship for months."

Aiesha grins, but still glances longingly at the nearby ship.

A voice somewhat akin to Dinlana's, yet much deeper, comes from around a nearby corner, the owner hidden from view by some crates and a building, "Dinlana! Where have you gotten off to, girl?!"

Garuthir rises, and faces the newcomer, a pensive look on his face.

Aiesha breaks her gaze away from the ship, and glances in the voice's general direction.

A tall man, about six feet or so, rounds the corner, his deep blue eyes darkening when he catches sight of the group of drunkards - with Dinlana not too far away, sistting on a barrel. His face and arms are tanned, and his hands have a leathery look on them. He wears a soot-stained white shirt, and a pair of black pants tucked into some black boots.

Garuthir watches quietly, with no signs of emotion, as the tall young man approaches.

Aiesha, noting the sudden entrance and exit of Illiana, blinks in surprise.

Dinlana sits quietly on the barrel, her eyes fixed defiantly on the man approaching,

Aiesha moves a little closer to Dinlana, her own glance fixed on the newcomer.

With long strides, the young man - who could be no more than 20 or so - threads his way through the dwindling celibration. As he approaches the small group, he gives Dinlana a hard glare, "What have you been doing, young lady, sneaking away from home?" he asks her, with a disgusted look at Garuthir.

Garuthir smiles at the newcomer, and says, "This young woman has been kindly keeping me company while I was visiting your fair city." He looks appraisingly at the young man, and says, "She speaks well of you, young sir, speaking of your wisdom. I hope that I shall be allowed to see it in use?"

Dinlana glares at Garuthir herself, and opens her mouth in protest, but closes it and stands sullenly, "I was just dancing, Andaric! I was not doing anything wrong.. the sailors had their musicians playing, and I was dancing and chatting..."

Aiesha nods, then stands, speaking directly to the stranger. "She has also been keeping myself company, and," gesturing towards Garuthir,"he speaks the truth."

Garuthir crosses his arms, and awaits Andaric's response quietly.

Andaric sighs, and relaxes somewhat, "But have I not told you endless times, Dinlana, that you should not be here unescorted? There could be dangerous people about... What would your eldest brother and parents think if you were lost as well?" He adresses that to dinlana, then turns to the
others, "I thank you for your vouch that she has not been harmed, sir," he says slowly, "But I have grown not to trust those I do not know. So, if you would leave my sister alone from now on..."

Dinlana casts her eyes down, I did not think of that..." she says quietly and contritely, "But brother," she adds, looking up, "How can I be expected to survive down here with nothing to do?"

Garuthir smiles, and says, "If it is her wish, I will do so gladly." He moves a step closer to Andaric, and says, "But I would urge you to consider your own safety my fellow. For not only your sister could be prey to those about here, but yourself as well." He watches Andaric's face for a moment, and then with a light laugh says, "But not from me, for I have no interest in such pasttimes. And I leave for parts west on the morn." He turns to Dinlana, and bows low, saying, "My Lady, I do thank you most respectfully for your time, and your dance." He bows over her hand, and kisses it gently, then straightens. He turns to Aiesha, and says, "My Lady, good day to you, and may you fare well." He then finally turns back to Andaric, and says, "And you Sir, may your wisdom mature as your muscles have, and may you learn to have more trust in those whom you love." He then bows, and moves south down the Dock towards the Tavern, with a carefree step.

Andaric watches after Garuthir, his mouth almost hanging open, and shaking his head slowly. "Thank you for your assurance..." he says in a quiet voice. Then, with an incredulous glance down at Dinlana, he motions for Dinlana to follow and he begins to walk back toward the direction he came.

Dinlana sighs lightly, and gives Garuthir a curtsey in return before he leaves, "Thank you, sir, as well." Then, with a farewell nod to Aiesha, she begins walking slowly behind her brother.