3 Armed Confessors, Confessor Dunn, 1 Grayson Guardsmen arrive, following Gareth.

Relic arrives, following Harlan.

The Badger Boardinghouse didn't have a ton of time to prepare for the incoming Grayson hoard - and esteemed friends! So while the decorations were sort of ... half assed if not really in existence, the booze was flowing! And the food was in the ovens, some already piled out for the Graysons to make their own plates - everything from meats, cheeses, veggies, fruits and little sweet cakes. It's nothing that couldn't normally have been prepared for dinner, but it's less formal, no rules, and no long table to sit around.

Aiden did find a moment in the gathering of friends and families to quickly stand up on a stool and tap his glass wih a spoon. "Can I get everyone's attention! I'll be quick -" his smile is subdued, but it's polite all the while, "Most of us, a lot of us here, will be faced with various challenges in the coming days that will test us and our relationships. It will test our trust in one another, it will test our strength and our unity. It will test the morale fiber of our souls. But that's, tomorrow. Tonight, we celebrate. We celebrate the love our our friends and families. We celebrate one another. Wait ---" he looks around "---Where's Michael?" He laughs, "Michael was going to sing for us, maybe if we're lucky he will come by later. Anyway! Thanks for coming, the drinks are on the house!"

Calarian arrives early, slipping inside the inn with his contingent of armed guards and one Malvici at his side. The grayson prince is quick to make his way over towards Aiden, clapping soft and polite as the man makes his speech. "Well spoken, Prince Aiden." He'll rumble, offering just a hint of a smile. The Voice is as solemn and serious looking as ever. "And if Lord Samael is any benchmark to go by, you'll be glad that Lord Michael is no where to be seen. Your uncle is an atrocious singer."

Sabella has mostly kept to herself, the normally talkative princess picks at a sweet cake and sits at a small table looking out the window for the most part. When Aiden speaks she gives him a bit of a smile and then applauds, looking around to see where Michael might be. But the answer is not here, so she turns back to her poor cake, that is mostly just crumbs at this point.

Harlan enters from outside, his guards staying mostly outside. He gives a slight bow to the room in general, "Princes and Princesses! Good to see people I see nearly every day!" He looks amused, and says towards Aiden, "Thank you for throwing this, Prince. Something good to remember during the march."

Apollis glides into the Tavern beside his Prince companion, Calarian. He dallies at the door to kick the nonexistent dirt from his shiny leather boots. he runs a slender hand through his white-blond hair and then scurries up next to the Grayson Princes. He bows his head to Aiden. "Good evening, sweet Prince," he says in his creaky, honeyed southern voice.

Aiden leaps down from where his boot had been on the rung of the stool, his speech not really meant to be much more than a polite showing of gratitude for seeing his family and friends in a setting, less than formal. His sterling silver eyes swing to Calarian, "It was! I will need to get louder I think." He looks around at the faces, quietly disappointed, "Mine Uncle hasn't come? A shame, but you good cousin Calarian, are here! What do you drink?" He asks, though he should know the answer he leaves it open in case flavors and taste buds have changed. To Sabella he notices enjoying the cake, "How's the cake cousin?" Though it would be Harlan's entrance with the bow to the room that steals his eyes from Sabella to Harlan, toasting his wine glass upward, "You're welcome. None of us know what comes tomorrow, so enjoying tonight is all we can do." He regards Apollis next with a tip of his head, "I don't believe we've met? Have we?" Then a wave inward to the bar, "Drinks. And someone find Michael! He's the entertainment - although he doesn't know it." A chortle for his poor Bisland cousin.

"I can send him a message," Sabella says, reaching down under the table to give Valor a little pat. "The cake is good, thank you for organizing this, Aiden. It's nice to see everyone before whatever happens happens, though I wish Reese hadn't left yet."

Gareth has joined the Window Booth.

Titania slips into the Tavern looking around, she smiles to those she knows as she heads in Aidens direction.

Harlan nods towards Aiden and smiles, "We'll fight, is what we'll do." He moves to take a seat after getting some food and alcohol, "We'll fight, and we'll either return home, or we won't. We'll still fight with honor and do our duty, though."

Harlan has joined the Small Table.

Gareth has been here. He's easy to miss because he doesn't talk or move ever. But the most dour Grayson sits at the window booth, cane held in both hands as he looks over the entrants to the party. At Aiden's speech the scarred prince gives a slow nod from across the room, apparently in approval. Otherwise the Inquisitor sits quietly. Apparently here in support of the troops and those going to war! Even though he is a tiny black hole of happiness sitting over there by himself.

"I imagine Lord Samael is off being responsible. He's not time for family and drinks, what with the court holding him hostage." Calarian says with the smallest of shrugs. His hazel eyes stop to survey the room, taking note of everyone present. "Whiskey. Same as I always have." He cants his head towards Apollis, wrapping an arm around the shorter man's waist and gently pushing him forwards. "Lord Apollis Malvici is also an Explorer. You might have seen him in passing." A stern look is given Apollis' way, as if warning him to behave.

"We met briefly at the Explorer's dinner, First Seeker. A pleasure to meet more formally," Apollis says to Aiden with a small smile as he glances over toward Calarian. He leans against the man. "Should I get us something to drink?" he asks.

"Yes... Everyone send a message to Michael!" Aiden looks rueful at that, grinning toward Sabella, his smile sort of fading a bit at the mention of Reese having left, "The ships had to sail. Let us drink for our friends and family that have gone before us." Then he swivels back to the crowd, "Positively overwhelm Michael with messages. Shower him with it." Clearly one to prank his cousin, he regards Harlan as the man settles before him, "All will return, it's just a matter of how we come home that will be different." He looks around at the crowd and quietly asks of the room, "Should anyone like to share a story, a word, a poem, a song?" There's a long look to Apollis, "Oh yes, Lord Malvici, forgive me. How're you?" Whiskey is ordered up for his cousin and his gaze sweeps to Gareth, nodding at the man, "Much to do about bunnies these days, cousin Gareth?" Then eyes swivel back to Calarian and Apollis, arched brow.

"Are you nervous?" Sabella asks Harlan, looking up from her mutilated cake brief. "I'm afraid for all of you, but everyone here tonight seems rather upbeat." She glances to Aiden when he asks for performances, clearly sort of interested, but then she glances back to Harlan. "Maybe it's better if I take all the fear so none of you are left with any."

Titania moves to Aiden giving him a small curtsy well the best one can when they are with child. "Your highness." she greets him then she looks over to Calarian nodding her head to him, "Prince Calarian, it is good to see you it has been some time." she smiles.

"I am well," Apollis replies to Aiden before ordering a red wine from the bar.

Harlan looks over towards Sabella and says, "Nervous? No, Princess. I know my duty. Concerned, certainly. My sister is with the healers. There is much to be done, and I would not leave it to her if possible." He smiles and says, "I do, however, have faith. I've done everything I can do this point, and I will do everything I can out there, as well."

Aiden checked composure + diplomacy at difficulty 15, rolling 26 higher.

Kenna Whitehawk pauses in the doorway, her eyes dancing over the gathered peoples. Focusing on once face in particular she quickly steps inward her eyes only for Aiden. There's general polite "My Lord, Lady, prince, princess," all of that going on as most of the people here she only knows vaguely before she stops in front of Aiden. "Prince Aiden. I'm going to hug you, so you had better stop me now if you'd rather me not." FOREWARNED.

"We are Grayson. None greater. Not even deluded pirate kings." Calarian comments, gaze flickering between Aiden and Harlan. Then the arm around his lyecene companion is quickly dropped so he can slip off for more liquor. A quiet sigh leaves the prince's lips. "You're disappointedly poor at small talk, Lord Apollis." Titania's presence warrants a formal, half-bow. "Countess Fireviper. A pleasure to see you again."

Upbeat is the ticket. "Have you all sent your letters to Michael? I will personally give the first person who goes to find Michael and drags him back here, first choice out of my liquor cabinet. I've some bottles that are exceptionally rare! Long out of season." He flashes a look to Titania, "Countess Titania, you're doing well?" He considers the small curtsey, then scans his eyes toward Apollis, nods once, then freezes when he recognizes Kenna Whitehawk coming at him. "I accept your hug..." Arms robotically position outward.

Aiden ^

"Rabbits." Gareth replies flatly to Aiden. His eyes traveling over each person, watching them quietly. His eyes flick from cousin to cousin, Grayson to Grayson. His eyes rest for a long moment on Calarian and then Sabella.

Sabella very carefully does not look anywhere near where Gareth is, nodding to Harlan with a slight smile, "I've said so many prayers in the last few days that I wonder if the gods find me annoying yet. Perhaps if I promise not to pester them so badly after the way they'll ensure that you all come home safely. Though I'm sure everyone's skills will keep them from harm, every little bit helps." When Aiden asks about Michael she calls out, "I've sent a message, but no reply as of yet."

Apollis returns to Calarian's side and looks toward him for a moment, his emerald green eyes scanning his face. He runs his hand through his hair again and then takes a sip of his wine. "I'm sorry if I'm in a mood, sweet one," he says with a small frown. "I will improve once my blood is replaced by wine," he says with a small smile, his hand finding it's place on his shoulder. He then looks on toward Titania and regards her for a moment before switching on the charm. "Hello. They call me Apollis Malvici," he says toward her.

Master Chalk the Seraph's Crow arrives, delivering a message to Aiden before departing.

Titania nods her head. "As well as can be Prince Aiden, thank you for holding this." she smiles and looks to Calarian, "Will you also be leaving us to go to war prince Calarain?" she then looks to Apollis giving him a soft smile, "It is a pleasure to meet you Lord Apollis, I am Countess Titania Fireviper."

Aiden's robotic, but Kenna is expressive as she hugs him. It's a tight hug with all the squeezing that makes a hug just right. Within that hug she whispers something into his ear before pulling back looking a little bit like she might cry if she's not super careful.

Master Chalk the Seraph's Crow arrives, delivering a message to Aiden before departing.

That cold hard icy gaze rests on Sabella for a long moment, before moving to rest on Apollis and Calarian. Gareth cants his head as he watches. It seems the dour Grayson is perfectly content to watch and observe rather than actually participate in the celebration himself.

"I'm starting to deeply regret bringing you, Lord Apollis." Calarian rumbles, more than happy to take his whiskey from a server who passes by. The brown liquid is drunk with impressive speed, going down with one distressed gulp. "I'm to stay behind in the city, Countess. Though I am happy to support the brave men and women soon departing." Running a gloved hand through his dark hair, the prince's gaze strays towards Gareth. "Bunnies?" He asks, tone idle.

Aiden glances at Gareth, nodding once, "We'll make sure to watch out for rabbits, cousin." Aiden is trying to stay abreast of all the conversations, but he isn't really that great at it. It's starting to hit him the noise and his eyes do glaze over from time to time, before the hug from Kenna does make him loosen up a bit and return the hug warmly. To Sabella he notes, "Oh I'm sure they're getting to Michael." Looking to Kenna though as he backs from the hug, he smiles, "Thank you for saying so Kenna. I will come back. I needed to clear my head." Evidently by partying. He is pretty young yet, despite all his responsibilities! To Titania he nods, "Welcome. Help yourself and make yourself at home."

"I'll leave then," Apollis says looking toward Calarian with his eyes narrowing. He finishes the rest of his wine glass in three large gulps and then bows his head toward Titania. "It was a pleasure, Countess. Good evening." He swings around Calarian and heads toward the door.

Prior to crossing the threshold of the Boardinghouse, Rymarr's helm is removed and tucked away beneath his arm. Clutched there between arm and breastplate, the Marquis of House Deepwood proceeds into the establishment with his chin dipped and head bowed as he flexes one armored hand, as though attempting to settle the gauntlet comfortable into place. A satisfied nod is given followed his brief glance toward it and onward the man hailing originally from the Oathlands goes. Gradually his unblinking stare lifts to sternly turn this way and that, considering the bodies present within the lobby. A nod is passed toward the few that he knows by name. Eventually the Marquis moves onward, seeking out a place to settle in and a drink to be order, perhaps even with a side of socialization for the typically tight-lipped man.

"Rabbits." Gareth repeats, a little harder this time as he stares at Calarian. "Best not spoken about here." The scarred Lord watches Apollis with a tilted brow. Though the Inquisitor says nothing as of yet.

Octavian, a silken spaniel, 3 Bisland pride guards arrive, following Zoey.

Zoey arrives, following Michael.

Harlan nods towards Sabella with a faint smile and says, "I'm sure that will help as well." Either the prayer or the skills, "All we can hope for is a short, successful campaign. Unfortunately, I'm sure that the enemy hopes for the same, which means that 'short' will not be part of it."

"Lord Apollis-" Aiden's voice drifts out to the departing man, "Sorry to see you go so soon! We barely had a chance to talk." He might even try to get ahead of him, but then he really can't with Kenna and Titania near by, that'd be rude! Sterling silver eyes swing toward Rymarr, "Marquis, welcome!" And then there might be a cheer for the Bisland that walks in afterward, in fact, Aiden does stick his arm up an wave expressively toward the door, "Miiichael! You've come to sing for us all! Drinks first though!"

Michael shows up looking fantastic, in a very nice midnight black with gold piping tunic. Only to be immediately outshone by the eye-candy on his arm. Cousin Zoey Bisland. You can almost hear him mutter to Zoey, "This looks boring." And she immediately thumps him in the arm she is holding. "Into the breach. Face forward. Oh, shes nice looking."

"Good, because otherwise I'd have to embarrasse Silas by taking drastic measures and that would be unfortunate. I'll make sure the staff keeps it aired out for you." as she lets go of Aiden and steps backwards. At the mention of Michael Kenna turns herself to look over and with a FORCED BRIGHTNESS stands on her toes to wave at him, "Lord Michael! Oh - Lady Titania. I got the most //lovely// thing the other day."

"I'm teasing." Calarian clarifies, reaching out to place a gloved hand on Apollis' shoulder. With his other hand, he places the empty whiskey glass down on the table. "Stay." The prince squeezes his shoulder lightly. Then he's back to raising an eyebrow at Gareth, both curious and slightly cynical looking. "Are we to be besieged by tiny, furred creatures?" Attention bouncing again, his hazel eyes cut to Aiden and a frown settles across his lips. "Prince Aiden, what is this I hear about Lord Silas?"

Sabella picks apart the last of her cake, leaving nothing but a pile of crumbs on the plate. "I wish I could be more help, but I suppose I will make sure nothing burns down while everyone is away. I should have thought to learn a song for tonight. The only ones that come to mind are sad and that doesn't seem to fit most people's mood. Which is good. Everyone should be happy while we're together. It's a good thing." She looks like she might cry as she says it and forces a smile.

Stepping clear of the doorway, Raphael takes a slow turn of the room, surveying the faces. Picking Kenna out of u

Aiden checked composure + diplomacy at difficulty 20, rolling 9 lower.

Harlan checked composure + diplomacy at difficulty 20, rolling 0 higher.

Zoey checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 20, rolling 11 higher.

Kenna checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 20, rolling 5 lower.

Zoey smirks at Michael and shakes her head. Her smile falters a little, however, at the sight of Harlan. Just a little before it slides back into place. She -is- Sabitha's daughter after all. "Sabella!" she calls over to her friend. "Why the face, my love?" She turns then and offers her smile to Harlan. "Duke Ashford. Always a pleasure to see you. Are you well?"

Apollis turns back toward Calarian when the Prince's hand is put on his shoulder. He crosses his arms and cocks his brow north. He shrugs his shoulders and walks back closer to him. He gives a passing glance over toward Aiden to say, "I will stay, First Seeker, don't worry." He turns back toward Calarian and leans in to whisper something.

Harlan notices people coming in the door, specifically Michael and Zoey, but doesn't react. He's busy talking to Sabella, after all, "Happy when we leave, happy when we return. That's the rule, is it not?" He's making it up, sure. As Zoey calls to SAbella, though, he returns to his table and his plate.

Rymarr's attention is drawn to Aiden with his exclamation and a cordial nod is passed toward the Grayson prince. The Deepwood marquis makes his way toward the hosting prince and as he draws close enough to Aiden he leans in to offer a quiet exchange. Idly one hand lowers to rest atop the pommel of the blade sheathed at his left side, the standard stance and posture for the former knight of the King's Own in full effect. The helmet remains in place, wedged in against his side.

Stepping clear of the doorway, Raphael takes a slow turn of the room, surveying the faces. Picking Kenna out of the crowd his posture straightens and takes the steps over to angle himself within her view, "Cousin, it's good to see you."

"I've been called for a song, Aiden." He clears his throat as Zoey leaves him then raises his voice oh too loud. "Ohhh, when Bisland steps to war! The Lady's hearts will soar! To see the might, to bear the fight! The Bisland Steps to warrrrr!" Michael steals SOMEONE'S whiskey and downs it as he strides forward. "Michael Bisland, cock of the walk! Lion of the Pride! Slays foes and women alike!" Kenna gets a rather roguish wink from Michael as he steals another person's drink.

As Calarian asks the question about the tiny furry creatures, Gareth's eyes ever so slowly creep up to Calarian's gaze and rests there for a moment. Delivering a very hard and icy gaze from his scarred visage. "As. I. Said. Not to be spoken about here." He keeps that gaze for a long moment before glancing back to Apollis with a cocked brow. Then he looks to Calarian. "I would be glad to sepak of it some other time, cousin."

Zoey exhales as Harlan completely ignores her, a flicker of an eyeroll in place before she focuses on Sabella, murmuring quietly.

Kenna grins when Michael winks at her, but she's completely distracted from telling Titania about her AMAZING thing when Raphael appears. "Cousin!" She's a hugger, so unless he dodges quick, Kenna's going to hug him too. "I have been //looking// to run into you but it hadn't happened before now! Have you seen Bethany since she came back? Or Gaius?"

"Happier when everyone returns," Sabella corrects the made up quote, giving Harlan a rueful smile before raising a hand to Zoey, "I suppose I just like parties that happen after wars. Welcome home parties rather than goodbye parties." Then she says something in a lower voice with a shake of her head. When Michael starts singing she winces, "Michael, I don't want to show you up the night before you head to war, but I will if you keep trying to sing."

Samantha makes her way into the boarding house...just in time to hear her foster brother's...notable ditty. Her brow knits, and she coughs, probably in order to hide a snicker. She claps politely and makes her way in, taking a look around for Rymarr.

There's so much to pick up on, that Aiden possibly cannot keep up with. From the interaction between Calarian and Apollis, Calarian and Gareth, to Kenna, to Sabella... Well soon enough, Kenna's words have his lips quivering and the smile failing him. The seriousness that he opted not to show so that a party could be hosted, was finding it's spot on his expression now. Thankfully, with her attention pivoting he can try to recover, until Calarian asks him publically about what is going on with Lord Silas. He stares at Calarian, then offers, "Baron Silas Whitehawk and his wife, are expecting. Though that isn't my news to share,..." He tips back the glass of wine he was drinking. Oops! After he finishes his sip, which leaves some red wine stains on his lips, there's a tight held smile in place. Rymarr is there with a low word and Aiden's smile turns more resolute, his chin nodding once, as if a powerful message spoken. Then to break it, "Huzzaah!" For Michael's addition!

Oh. Samantha is here and knows just how to disarm him. Premature applause. He had another verse but he stops singing and narrows his eyes towards foster-sister. Then wraps poor Aiden up in a bear hug from the side. "Dear Aiden. I'm going to miss you when we're apart!" They are going to the same place. And Michael is a hugger. "Kenna and...cousin...and Where'd Zoey go?"

Apollis' whisper goes unheeded as Calarian engages in a minor stare off with Gareth. The prince's own gaze is calm if firm as he stares at the scarred Inquisitor, one eyebrow still raised in question. "Another time then." He relents, after a moment of silence. It's unclear if Calarian is intimated or simply being polite, his face is difficult to read. Something is whispered back to Apollis. Then his attention is rapt on Aiden, brow furrowing ever so slightly. "Wonderful news, your highness. And if you have any free time, after the party of course, I'd love to speak with you in private."

Zoey chuckles at something Sabella murmurs before whispering back to the woman as she smooths that gorgeous figure-flattering gown over the curve of her hips.

Rymarr considers Aiden's own quietly spoken response, then offers a stern nod of his head back. The songs sung and other quips made around him, seem to go ignored. At the apparent conclusion of the conversation, Rymarr reaches up with an armored hand and makes an effort to pat the Grayson prince near the shoulder before Rymarr moves on following the brief exchange. The Marquis begins to step away but seems to take note of another presence in the room; Samantha. Rymarr begins to make his way toward the Marquessa of House Deepwood.

Raphael warmingly recieves Kenna's hug, with a bit of surprise and a healthy dose of relief plain to see. "I-, you know I haven't seen Gaius yet, though Bethany and I have been in touch of course. Have you seen either of them?"

Samantha shoots a grin at Michael, fluttering her lashes before she moves to meet Rymarr in the middle. "Aren't you handsome." she says cheerfully. "Polished your armor and everything." She tilts up on her tiptoes to give him a peck, if he permits.

"Who?" Apollis asks toward Calarian before scanning the room. His eyes land on Gareth noting his eyes on him. He raises his brow and then turns back toward Calarian. He walks over to the bar and gets a new glass of wine and then heads over toward Gareth. "Good evening, Your Highness," he says as he sits down at his table. "They call me Apollis Malvici."

Titania smiles at Kenna, "Oh? do tell what you got?" she grims mving to find a seat to sit down, tucking her dress in as she does showing off a bit more of that little pot belly thats starting. She does not get a drink but she does get food oh yes food and cravings yay!

Apollis has joined the Window Booth.

Titania has joined the Large Table.

Aiden gets bear-hugged and he squawks as he's promptly lifted off the floor for a split second, squashed! He suddenly laughs though, once he's released, "You'll have to keep me company then Michael!" Cause yes, they were going to same place, poor Crovane! Once he has a moment to answer Calarian and try to dust down his rumpled tunic, he nods to his cousin, "I would like that, Cal." To Rymarr, he nods again, "OH there's the Marquess! Hello! Welcome!"

Gareth motions with his hand for Apollis to sit rather dismissively, before the scarred man turns to face the approaching Malvici Lord more fully.

Calarian has joined the Window Booth.

Sabella sighs and then gives Zoey a rueful smile, "But it could be worse. A war could be happening." She tells the woman.

"Of course. If you don't polish your armor, then you don't love yourself and probably hate Gloria too. Plus, you got me out of my armor a couple weeks ago for the wedding reception. Now you must wait until ten months before that'll happen again," Rymarr answers promptly with a slight lift of his chin. He tilts down just a hair to receive the peck and then he turns away before offering an arm out to Samantha before he gestures to the boardinghouse-at-large, "Where will we sit? Who will you talk to while I stare at them? The choices are many."

"You looked like I was about to bite you," Kenna chides Raphael as she lets her cousin go from the //hug//, but then captures his arm in her cousin's. "Bethany, yes. She brought herself to Whitehawk which was lovely." Titania's words cause the energetic woman to split her attention over to her also. "ARMOR. Lord Michael gave me the most amazing leather jerkin in full Whitehawk colors."

Once Aiden's answered his question, Calarian politely takes his leave of the main table. It's getting a bit too loud for the bookworm. After a moment of searching the crowd, his gaze settles on Gareth and Apollis. The Prince walks off to join them at the table by the window.

Rymarr is overheard praising Aiden for: Morale can be a brittle thing. Stepping up to bolster it is an important leadership quality.

Titania waves Kenna over and anyone else that like to join her, "That is very nice of Lord Michael." she looks over in Michaels direction a smirk on her lips as she looks to her food and starts to nibble.

Michael is overheard praising Aiden for: Morale can be a brittle thing. Stepping up to bolster it is an important leadership quality. X2

10 King's Own Guardsmen, Zelda, the royal messenger arrive, following Alaric.

Aiden is overheard praising Michael for: For being the entertainment!

Zoey blinks at Sabella and then furrows her brow, murmuring back before she gives the woman a hug. "Oh, dearest. That's just.." Her nose wrinkles. "That's pretty ridiculous, you're right. The first bit. But... I don't know. I might sneak off with Aiden. I had Lord Darkwater accuse me of not being patriotic enough because I wasn't using my archery skills."

Harlan is keeping mostly to himself at the moment, while working on a bit of food and drinking. He's not in a bad mood, per se, just being quiet.

"I could always sit and you could always loom, and we can wait and see who's brave enough to come to us?" suggests Samantha, still in well humor.

Hellion she may be, but Macda has a keen sense when it cuts to waging a different kind of war: a social one. Dressed as she should be for this farewell occasion, there yet lingers a sense of rebellion. A fire in the eyes and a secretive slant of the social perfection of her smile. If one were to pay keen attention, the smallest of scuffed flesh peeks out from 'neath fashionable sleeve. The weight of growing up among her family and that family's expectation gives her confidence to walk the crowds, indulging in life for all she's worth. Macda thus mingles, quite capably so.

"Isn't it just? So very nice of Lord Michael." Michael moves in to press a kiss into Kenna's temple. "Sorry cousin. Kenna. Cousin type person." That last one is Raphael. "I have a sister to go bother." And Michael jaunts straight towards Samantha and Rymarr.

Lots of knights in the distinctive Grayson-plus-gold tabards of the Crown file in, signifying the imminent arrival of one King of the Compact. As if the Badger wasn't already stuffed with enough people. "Greetings, my kinsmen!" Alaric declares regally upon entry before stopping to gesture towards the bar theatrically. "Next three rounds are on the Crown!" he proclaims.

Rymarr checked composure at difficulty 20, rolling 4 higher.

Michael checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 15, rolling 9 higher.

"Would that I had any skills that could help," Sabella sits back in her chair, seeming a bit more relaxed since Zoey started talking to her. She even smiles a bit, "I could follow everyone to the battlefield and sing a rousing song to inspire the troops, but depending on my voice that day, they might just shoot me down themselves and then be short of arrows."

Rymarr considers Samantha for a moment and his jaw shifts aside while he considers her plan. He glances about, this way and that, before finally his attention shifts back to his wife and Rymarr begins to speak, "We could do that as well, though.." and then there's a Michael inbound on the place that Samantha and Rymarr stand. Rymarr's right eye twitches ever so slightly, but otherwise the Marquis remains his typically stern self. Then there's a new voice added to the cacophony and Rymarr's cold, blue-eyed stare turns around and around until it finally lands on the arrival of a number of knights and, more specifically, the one they precede. Rymarr's attention turns to Alaric and for a brief moment the Marquis' expression turns distinctly neutral.

The atmosphere was getting lively. The conversation was flowing naturally, in chaotic fashion that happens in such large crowds. Aiden ended up somewhere propped up against the bar, nodding to Zoey as she includes going to join him, "Stick with me cousin. We'll weather any storm." Then after a while he does grow quiet, observing with a satisfaction in his gaze, as if trying to soak in every detail of each one of his relatives and friends, of everyone present. Aiden perches on the stool at the bar, allowing the night to become more natural and smooth flowing than prompted by his outbursts to lead the way. Alaric's greeting to the family has him bow, lifting up his glass of wine, "Alaric, how good of you to join us!"

Aiden has joined the Bar.

Calarian checked composure + diplomacy at difficulty 30, rolling 40 higher.

Kenna checked composure at difficulty 20, rolling 6 lower.

Samantha has joined the Bar.

Harlan checked composure + diplomacy at difficulty 20, rolling 21 higher.

Michael has joined the Bar.

Apollis checked composure + diplomacy at difficulty 30, rolling 16 lower.

white-tailed eagle arrives, following Thesarin.

Rymarr has joined the Bar.

Macda checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 13 lower.

Titania sits at the table with her food observing all that is going on around her quietly a soft smile on her face watching as everyone enjoys each others compny its a welcome distraction.

Alaric smiles brightly to Aiden. "Aiden, good to see you! Thank you for organizing this splendid gathering," he calls over as his announcement has a big crowd of people heading for the bar, apparently. Rather than wade through the whole throng of people ready to get started on their three free drinks, he takes a stop and parks it at the large table nearby. "Good evening, Countess Titania. How are you?" he asks sociably, sending Zelda off to fetch a few drinks and returning various inbound gestures of deference with various regal smiles, winks, fingerguns, and such.

Alaric has joined the Large Table.

Zoey lets loose a little laugh, her velvety, liquid brown eyes twinkling. "Bella, love, we need you -here- to sing for us. The people at home need cheering up too..." And then she smiles at Aiden. "I would, Aiden, but I think Michael and Lord Ian both would have a convulsive fit. Possibly my father too. Who knows? I'm not quite good enough at getting out of the way yet, you see."

Her gaze finds Alaric and that smile grows, leading into as pretty and graceful a curtsey as can be imagined. "Your Majesty. That's very kind of you." Ooh look! It's Thesarin!


Kenna is absolutely going to try to forestall Michael for a second by reaching for his hand and whispering something quickly before letting him go his way again. Then turning back to her cousin she opens her mouth to say something and turns around to just run straight into the Princess that was going to walk behind her. "Oh shit!" Sorry Macda... Kenna just ran into her unless she dodges like awesome.

Harlan stands briefly at his table, and politely bows towards the king, "Your Highness." And he goes back to being quiet. No fuss made, he just handles himself and goes back to his drink.

Maybe it is sheer terrible luck or perhaps thrown off by the King's sudden arrival and address, but Macda's composure slips when a thing so mundane trips her up. Her own shoe. Darned scrappy things! Dexterity is under her command, saving her enough to allow slender fingers to brace her near-fall against something so constant as a wall. Whups. Hopefully, no one sees this. Alas, all of her ninja skills are consumed when bodies collide and she does, indeed, run (fall) right into Kenna. "Oh!" What a day!

"As someone just recently reminded me, morale at the beginning of our journey is as important as having it during," Aiden replies to Alaric, "So you and everyone are very welcome. I thought this was needed. Hugs, drinks, friendly words!" His gaze wanders toward where Calarian and company were, then back to Alaric, "I'm glad to see you here. You missed Michael's singing. I'm sure he'd sing another one for the King --" he looks around, "MICHAEL? Where'd he go---" clearly not realizing the Bisland had come up to the bar with him, until he pivots around, "OH! Mikey," elbow nudge, "sing another tune." A look to Zoey, understanding, "If you decide to change your mind, the Silver Wings could always use another deadly shot."

Titania smiles standing up to some what curtsy to the king well the best she can and then sits back down after he does, "Your Majesty I am well and yourself. I am honored to have you join me." she smiles looking at her plate of sweat cakes, "Would you like one?" when a pregnant woman offers her sweets up you know you got to be special right?

Still laughing at Kenna's joke Raphael makes a nod to Michael, eyes following his path to take in the two characters he meant to greet, and the bar. After a quick look toward the gaggle fawning over one womans's stomach, his feet take him towards the bar before hardly looking back in it's direction.

It is indeed Thesarin, arriving somewhat late to the praty. He makes his way into the Badger, dressed in silk trousers and tunic. Noble enough, but with a cut on the tunic that leaves it open most of the way toward his chest, showing off an intricate forest of shav tattoos in whorls and circles and curves on his skin. It might be a bit of a Statement at the best of times, never mind in the presence of the King of the Compact. Which, judging by his rather sudden stop at the sight of His Majesty, it might be one the Prodigal Count wasn't intending to make.

Samantha blinks at Rymarr, offering Michael a brief if uncertain smile before murmuring back.

Kenna really meant to do more with her cousin, but now she's down with a princess all over. "Oh no no no, I am //so// sorry that was //all me//." Rolling her way off Kenna pushes herself to her feet and then offers a hand down at Macda with concern written all over her expression. "Did I hurt you my lady....?" Not too sure on a name here.

Raphael has joined the Bar.

Raphael has left the Bar.

"Macda," the girl states with a sound suspiciously close to a grunt when she lets Kenna pull her up. A surreptitious glance around is enough to galvanize her to her feet. One Princess down, now righted! She adjusts her skirts -- wouldn't want it be *that* kind of party -- and offers a pained smile to Kenna. "Princess Macda," she says it not with conceit, more fact as her eyes hold a warm-lit humor. "And you are?" Forgive her for her memory!

Realizing the mishap he'd just begun to walk way from, Raphael turns on his heel and sweeps a hand to steady Kenna and the other offer to the lady still on the floor. "I can help with that, if you please."

Alaric grimaces faintly as a pregnant woman is getting up to curtsy to him and he holds up a please-that's-not-necessary hand to Titania. "Very well, thank you. Ah, those cakes look excellent but I'm sure they don't at all go with the amount of alcohol I'm planning to drink tonight," he declines appreciatively before leaning in a little conspiratorially to ask something quietly. "Morale definitely looks high," he calls back to Aiden. "Even so, I'm proud to do my small part to raise it three drinks higher." With his attention directed towards the bar, he gives Sam and Rymarr a friendly wave before regarding the room at large. People falling into each other, people airing out their tattoos, what a party. "Thank you, Duke Harlan, pleasure to see you again. It seems you've secured yourself quite the defensible spot back there," he notes brightly.

Rymarr seems to keep his attention on Michael, seated and facing Rymarr. Alaric's given a glance and a frown, before again Rymarr's attention turns back to Michael. Who seems to only make the typically stern man, frown even more.

Kenna's face is a bright red when she stands. Raphael's hand steadying her is wonderful and she casts a grateful smile at him. "Lady Kenna Whitehawk," the woman offers up to Macda- "This is my cousin, Raphael Mercier." an introduction made before, "Since we'be gotten so strangely acquainted - why don't we go drink the king's alcohol and get acquainted properly as Aiden would want us to be."

Kenna has joined the Small Table.

Zoey finishes a long-winded and exasperated whisper-whisper with Sabella, when Sabella responds and a slow grin takes her lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?" Then it's back to whispering.

Harlan does get himself another drink, and raises it to the King, calling out simply, "To the Compact!" And ... it's time to drink!

Sabella grimaces at something and then says, "The King did say free drinks, right? I think I ought to have something. Maybe a lot of somethings." She offers a wave to the newcomers and glances at her plate full of crumbs.

Thesarin clasps a fist to his chest, and lowers his head toward the King, before he starts stepping into the room once again. Kenna gets a short shake of his head, and a loe noise at the back of his throat.

Kenna has left the Small Table.

Kenna has joined the Large Table.

Apollis checked dexterity + stealth at difficulty 15, rolling 16 higher.

Samantha gently patpats Rymarr's arm, swinging herself around to head toward Alaric. She bobs a little curtsy, and when she has an opportunity, murmurs something quiet to the King.

Apollis gets out of the window booth and disappears into the crowd. Some might wonder later where that white haired Lycene went off to. He's gone.

Apollis has left the Window Booth.

"You hurt yourself this time, Lady Whitehawk?" Thesarin shakes his head again, briefly, looking her over quickly before turning to give Zoey and Samantha a pair of nods.

Raphael's appearance further draws a smile of thanks as Macda uses his arm to leverage her upwards upon the stilts of her heels. "Thank you," her voice is gracious, attention slipping from Kenna to Raphael and back again. "Certainly," murmured with a look back at Raphael. Joining them? "Well met," she adds for both, though she's quick to follow Kenna, nimbly restoring both dignity and dexterity. Nevernomind all that falling down!

Macda has joined the Large Table.

Aiden looks over toward Raphael, "Mercier?" A long look is drawn over the man, "I'm shocked we haven't met yet. How are you related to ... Baron Whitehawk? And Lady Kenna?"

Whatever it is Samantha murmurs to the king, it's followed up with a hapless shrug. Like one a man named Kanye might make.

Michael is quite content NOT to notice the high-ranking man standing too close to him. A nice tankard of ale is brought to him by the bartender. Rymarr and himself seem to be engaged in a staring contest and Michael straightens up and archs an eyebrow slowly upwards to his foster sister's husband. "How have you been today?"

Calarian has left the Window Booth.

3 Grayson Guardsmen, Philip, an overworked assistant, Crown Observer Barcus leave, following Calarian.

Arlo, an impossibly fluffy dog with an impossibly grumpy face arrives, following Ianna.

With his prior companions having left because obviously they did, Gareth is once again left alone in his booth. The most dour Grayson turns to face the room, watching everyone quietly from his quiet perch.

Rymarr seems quite content to simply stare back at Michael. As the silence stretches on, Rymarr's frown begins to dissipate. Replaced instead by far more casual, stern neutrality. The question though causes Rymarr's lips to shift, but not part. He simply watches the other for seconds after the question is asked. Finally he offers a stoic nod of his head in return and an answer to the question, "Well enough. Finished my patrol an hour ago. No incidents. You know...", Rymarr says with a glance from Michael, toward Alaric, and then back to Michael. Rymarr slowly begins to lean forward in order to speak a little more quietly.

"I'm not //that// impossible Lord Thesarin," Kenna calls back sheepishly as she settles herself, pulling out a chair for Macda even as she settles herself and goes to get a drink. DRINKS FOR ALL. "Oh! Aiden, this is Silas' cousin, Raphael. He and Bethany are both living at the Mercier Mansion - right?" A flick of his gaze to Raphael just to be sure. "Anyway, Princess Macda, what are you going to drink? IT's the LEAST I can do after knocking you over."

Samantha continues to speak quietly to Alaric before bringing her tone to a more companionable level and casually raising a hand in return to Thesarin. "Another time, Your Majesty, yes?"

Much later than fashionably late, Ianna Greenmarch slips in to the party. Drinks? Yes. Drinks. She goes to find one.

Zoey looks at the barman and smiles. "Two cognacs, please," she requests. Once the drinks have been procured, she hands one to Sabella and continues talking. "Oh. Speaking of which, did you see the locket?" she asks, touching the iridescite around her neck. "It was a going away present from him." She opens the locket to show a miniature portrait of a man with dark hair and impossibly blue eyes. There is a softness to her smile as she looks down to it.

Hearing his family name catches Raphael's attention away from following the two women to the table, and turns to squarely assess the voice. "It seems as though we should know one another," holding out a hand to Aiden with all the manner of a friend, "I'm not sure I'm related any long now that he's gone silk!" The jovial demeanor never breaks through the jib. "It's Raphael Mercier and Baron Whitehawk is another cousin, you are?"

Titania grins at the king when he leans in to speak with her, she can't help but give a soft giggle and leans back in to speak with him oh and more people have come to join theem!

Alaric inclines his head lightly to Samantha. "Of course, Sam. Until then," he replies and then Zelda is back with a healthy pour of some Crownlands brandy and the King appears even more festively cheerful, if that's possible.

Sabella puts a hand to her chest, over her heart, "Oh, Zoey! That is the most romantic thing I've ever heard. I'm told he's very good with a sword, but I shall say some extra prayers on his behalf. He tried to make me feel better when my meeting with the Marquis went disastrously wrong. When you next see him you must tell him that I still blame him for putting pirates in my head."

Aiden looks over to Lady Whitehawk, "Thanks Kenna for the information!" He nods to Raphael, a curiousity remaining as he scoots up onto a stool and settles in with another round of wine. But something catches his eye. It's gotta be shiney things. Bird princes are like that. His conversation leans over toward Zoey, "Who gave you that?" NOSY bird. But then Raphael is there and he takes the man's hand in a firm shake, "UH.... Aiden Grayson," he provides to Raphael, "A friend to the House Whitehawk." Something in his smile wanes but he nods, "Pleasure to meet you."

Michael was listening to Rymarr, and nodding along, but his head tilts to the side. Is... is Rymarr making fun of him? He'll turn towards Alaric, to look at the back of his head. But the shock of auburn hair pops in from the door and Michael turns more. So fast that he reaches a hand to soothe a crick in his neck. He slips from his stool to come around to Alaric's elbow. "My king. Its a pleasure to see you, and even more of a pleasure to drink on your coin. I hope my father's presence is still a boon for you." He does narrow his eyes towards Aiden. "I believe my cousin has gone and so rudely promised you a song from me. I shan't perform a merry jig for you. But I have something of a more common theme. If you'd like. For the party."

Arlo, an impossibly fluffy dog with an impossibly grumpy face have been dismissed.

Zoey laughs and shows the portrait to Aiden. "Lord Ian Kennex, Cousin," she says.

"I am, Kenna - not to worry I am looking after the Manor, the garden is beautiful as ever."

"Fair enough, Lady Kenna. Even so. Might take more care with your step, hm?" Thesarin nods to Kenna, and then again toward Samantha and Rymarr. "Marquessa, Marquis. Hope you're in good health." And another short nod toward Aiden. "Your Highness. Fine of you to host this, and glad I could come."

"I am, Kenna - not to worry I am looking after the Manor, the garden is beautiful as ever." Raphael calls over to Lady Whitehawk.


Back to Sabella goes Zoey. "And he is, Bella. It's a thing of beauty to watch him spar... I once saw him literally shrug a dislocated shoulder back into its socket and keep fencing." She smiles. "And when he gets back," when not if, "I'll be sure to tell him that it's all his fault."

Alaric draws Macda's attention, pulling from her a smile both perfectly perfect but with a fire behind it. "I've gotten much better," she assures with inner glee exposed in the crafty cast to features she half turns away. "Much better at balancing a zest for life," what a pretty way to explain away a hoyden's skinned knees and scrapes, "with what's required in a young lady, Your Highness." A curl of tone sinks into the word 'lady', holding secrets of what she thinks of being trussed up. Attention shifts from Alaric to Titania, a warm curiosity held in the parameters of her attention. "Pleasure to meet you," Macda states, sincerely. She drinks it all in, as if life itself were but a fine wine to be savored. To Kenna, she adds in humor'd delight, "I was a bit of a handful as a child." Still is, still is.

Aiden gawks a bit, "Really?" He stoops in closer to get a look at the portrait Zoey holds out, "So he talks to you?" A quick look over toward Michael as he lifts a hand up and finger waves at Michael, the cousins obviously torturing eachother. It's not quite under the royal carriage, but close! His attention averts to Thesarin, "Count Riven, glad of you to make it out for some drinks! You're welcome of course! The King has promised three drinks raised! Enjoy-"

Rymarr slowly leans back and into his seat in order to turn his focus to Michael while he works to address Alaric. Rymarr's armor hands come to rest atop one another and he watches with an intrigued purse of his lips. As the greeting is made, Rymarr leans ever so slightly. Like watching someone observe a close duel, Rymarr seems invested in Michael's progress in speaking with Alaric. Slowly, gradually, his armored fingers begin to drum atop the helm resting on his thigh.

Sabella gives Aiden a strange look, "Why wouldn't Lord Ian talk to her? He's got a very dry sense of humor, but he's perfectly social." At least, he always has been the few times she's seen him.

Zoey just grins at Aiden, a hint of pink in her cheeks. "Of course he does," she says calmly. "We're in a relationship after all, and you can't imagine that I'd be with someone who never talks to me."

Samantha grins over at Michael, stepping away from the king as she replies to Thesarin, "I'm doing well, and I hope you and Mia are too." Settling back with Rymarr once more she adds, "Are she and Vehari remaining in Arx?"

Raphael gives a curt nod to Aiden, "Pleasure is all mine, if you'd please exuse me." He strides over to join Kenna.

Aiden raises his brow at Sabella, then to answer them both, he provides, "He thinks I'm mad." There's that, he leans back, "Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't right. I chase fairytales all day, afterall." He slides over some, "How long have you been going on?"

"Lord Michael, wonderful to see you," Alaric replies regally, having a quick sip of his brandy and nodding approvingly to himself. "And yes, Duke Gabriel is as unbendingly reliable as ever to have around," he continues wryly. "As far as your musical exploits go, I think it's entirely up to you how much damage you want to risk to your societal standing by rising to Aiden's bait. I might wait half an hour to decide; most of the room should be well into their third free drink by then, so if it all goes terribly wrong I should think a fair number of people won't notice anyway."

Aiden nods to Raphael, "Oh yes of course - have fun!"

Aha! Ianna spots Michael! He invited her. Glass of whiskey obtained, she weaves her way over to him, catlike grin on her face. “Lord Michael! They’re you ohhhhh fucking spirits, that’s the king,” she says, turning bright red and looking quite like a deer in the headlights. Oh god oh god oh god. She, uh, curtsies?

Raphael has joined the Large Table.

"IANNA." Kenna pauses any and ALL conversations to bounce to her toes and wave at Ianna as she passes, before going back to her attention at the table.

"It's taken gladly," Thesarin says to Aiden with another nod, and then takes a half-step away as Aiden talks with Zoey. Samantha gets a short shake of his head, and Thesarin takes his hands behind his back. "The Countess is coming to Stormwall with me. She'll be tending to the injured, and organizing healers. Knights of Solace watching over them. He turns toward Ianna at her short exclamation, raising an eyebrow for just an instant.

Rymarr's attention drifts back to Samantha for a moment. Then onward to Thesarin. A nod is cast toward Count Riven and then Rymarr's attention drifts back to Samantha. He considers her for a moment before he mutters something at the Marquessa, his wife. He leans in to share his quiet exchange and then eventually tosses his attention the way of Thesarin, "I'll be sure to visit the shrines in the morning in order to pray that you both return safely."

The mention of fairytales pretty quickly kills the smile Sabella had going thanks to Zoey. She looks quickly away. "I should go. We can talk later, Zoey. Thank you, Prince Aiden for arranging this whole affair. It was lovely to see everyone so happy before...it was lovely."

"I know you have servants a-plenty, but I'd be happy to host the children at Deepwood while you're away, if you like, Count Thesarin." Samantha offers.

Zoey considers Aiden's question for a moment. "Lord Ian and I? About three months... Since January." But then she reaches out and takes Sabella's hand, murmuring quietly and intently to the other woman.

Harlan stepped out for a bit, but comes back in, and returns to his seat -- unless it's taken!

Alaric glances over his shoulder before looking at Ianna. "Oh, you mean -me-?" he inquires innocently. "No no, the King's some other terribly handsome fellow with an alaricite crown and lots of elite knights for protection." He has a sip of his brandy, keeping his attention on her just for maximum squirmage. "It's all right, I get confused for him all the time," he deadpans. There's just the hint of an impish grin lurking at the corners of his mouth.

Titania bites her bottom lip while Alaric speaks with Ianna, she quickly sips her wine to hide the grin that spread across her face.

Aiden watches Sabella suddenly, with interest, and perhaps a matter of regret as she moves to leave. "You're welcome Sabella, lovely to see you as well. Be well." He turns back to Zoey, nodding to her word on their relationship, "I wish you the best, Zoey."

"My thanks, to both of you." Thesarin gives another nod to both Deepwoods, and just a hint of a smile. "I'll need to talk with the Countess, but I don't doubt she'll say aye. Just... have a care, if they're ever quiet. Only means they're planning something." He takes his hands behind his back with another nod to Rymarr. "And I'll take any prayers on offer. But pray harder for the Countess. She'd be harder to replace."

Zoey's frown deepens and she turns to face Sabitha, speaking calmly and firmly. "No." Her voice drops again. Poor Aiden is ignored at this point. There is no Aiden. There is only Sabella.

"Lady Ianna Greenmarch. This is King Alaric Grayson. Or at least, the man pretending to be him. King of Grayson, My father is his regent." Michael reachs out and grasps Ianna's elbow to steady her a tad. "My king, I think I will hold my song for a round further in the future. May I walk Lady Greenmarch about to introduce her to a few people?"

Sabella makes a good show of forcing a bright smile, "I shall host a larger party when you all come home," She promises Aiden. "The King will buy five rounds then and I'll plan a duet with Michael. I'll even make him dance." She stands, but then Zoey is standing there and being very firm. Her cheeks flush a bit at something the other woman says and after a pause she nods. "Are you sure?" She asks, sounding a little worried.

Gareth slowly pushes himself up onto his cane, slowly moving across the room towards the large table where Alaric and Macda sit. Alaric is greeted first with a slow nod. "Dear cousin." Before the crippled inquisitor goes to settle slowly at the table. His attention instantly going to Macda. "Princess Macda." Gareth says dryly. "I had heard you had arrived in the city." The scarred inquisitor says lowly. "Please do let me know if you need any help acclimating to the city."

Ianna flushes crimson, and opens her damned smartass mouth before thinking, “Oh, good, because I always imagined the king has better hair.” No, Ianna. Bad. And she realizes it a moment too late. She opens her mouth, then closes it again. She drinks.

Harlan sits back down at his table, looking around -- for the most part, although he's specific about where he is and isn't looking, perhaps. He finishes his drink, and goes to get his second freebie!

Rymarr nods after Samantha and spares only a brief glance away from her, then toward Michael. He considers the Bisland lord for a moment, but ultimately Rymarr's attention bounds back to Thesarin. He lifts a hand at Thesarin's words, but as it drops away again he continues, "I'll keep a close eye on them, as often as I'm able. As for prayers? I can pray equally strong for the both of you. Just as I will be for dozens, plus the hundreds of faces that I haven't a name for". Rymarr's attention shifts back to Samantha, then to Thesarin, and then back to the door. It would seem that the Marquis of House Deepwood was planning his own straight-forward, perhaps even brutal if necessary, escape.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Gareth before departing.

Titania chuckles and puts her cup down while she watches everyone, she is just like that quiet and always watching and listening to whats going around her.

"I shall provide the liquor, even if I'm not here to do so-" Aiden promises with the grim slant to his words, though he does nod to Sabella for her gracious offering to host. After that, Aiden settles back on the bar and looks contemplative, brow lifting as he turns a look toward Rymarr and Samantha. Aiden slips away from the bar, while Michael is busy tour-guiding.

Aiden has left the Bar.

At Gareth's approach, Macda half-turns, tipping her chin up to watch with open greeting on her features. "I did. I slipped free of the confines of childhood!" It is not just her fists that sparkle, but her wit too, having grown into its own beast. "Unchained and ready for the world," she quips further with a grin. "My thanks, sir. If I have need, I shall be sure to find you."

"Please Macda." The scarred man states flatly without affectation. "We are family. No need to call me.. Sir." Gareth gives a slow nod. "What a reckoning the world is in for." It's stated dryly as he nods to the rest of the table. Eyes going to rest on Sabella as he slowly makes his way back to the window booth. "Sabella." Gareth calls out, just barely audible. "May I have your company for but a moment?"

Samantha looks over. "Apologies, Prince Aiden, were we being too quiet?"

Kenna checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 3 lower.

Alaric laughs brightly at Ianna's hair comment. "Finally! Somebody who will actually admit to my face that they liked me better with long hair," he declares with a glance at Michael. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady Ianna. I don't suppose you'll also be the one who finally tells me where Monique gets her hair dye." He turns to regard Gareth's arrival at the table with a grin. "Prince Gareth, good evening," he declares sociably. "I suppose I'll be buying your tea tonight, then?" All drinks count, apparently.

Sabella gives Zoey a grateful look then stiffens up a bit when Gareth addresses her. She reaches out for the other woman's hand and gives it a squeeze, saying something in a low voice before she turns to head over to Gareth's table of woe with a resigned look on her face as she sits down.

"Absolutely, Gareth." Macda is a bit cheeky, perhaps it is that drink that may have come and then disappeared again. Didn't the King offer three? The jitter of her bones barely visible as the excitement builds of being here, away from the ancestral home. Eyes bright, she leans back, watching.

Aiden's was working his way to some... wall flowering comfort zone... That is, until one of two things happen, he overhears Gareth and secondly, he is asked something of Samantha. The latter is what he attends too first, "Oh, no. Not at all. I'm just wishing to speak with-" a nod toward Gareth, "If you excuse me, yes?" He quickly invites himself to sit with Gareth and Sabella, "Mind if I sit in on this conversation."

Sabella has joined the Window Booth.

Aiden has joined the Window Booth.

Rymarr has left the Bar.

Elizabetta, a lissome lady-in-waiting have been dismissed.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Gareth before departing.

Kenna laughs at Raphael's last, "Of COURSE. That's why I wanted to hunt you down and ask! It's not really my home any more but with everyone leaving...." Some of her brightness breaks and she has to rub at her eyes abruptly again, moisture having gathered in a way that looks suspiciously like tears. "Princess Macda, why don't you show me some of the other places?" ANYTHING to get out of here abruptly. She edges towards the doorway pausing only briefly to whisper at Aiden once more, before OUT.

Thesarin nods again toward Rymarr. "I'm glad of it. Hope it might be a short campaigh, but... how it goes with my hopes." Thesarin gives a shrug, and turns to look toward Aiden, Sabella, and Gareth. His eyes narrow just a moment at the scene, and he turns toward Kenna with a short nod. "Have a care, Lady Whitehawk."

Ianna’s eyes go wide at the mention of Monique. It seems that she’s more afraid of her cousin than she is of the king. “I assure you, that is her true color. The Greenmarchers run red,” she says, glancing up at her own hair. She looks back at Alaric. She lowers her voice and murmurs something.

Jerked from her reverie at her name, Macda pulls herself together and up to her feet. "Please excuse me, Your Highness," to the king, but quicker than a wink, she's after Kenna. "I do not know..." whatever confession rides the winds is lost as the princess follows Kenna out of the room. But hey, exploration is life, eh?

"Shall I see you at home?" Samantha asks Rymarr softly. She seems to have a sense that he might wish to make the aforementined exit.

Kenna has left the Large Table.

Zoey looks at Sabella for a moment before she turns to find Michael. Who happens to be by Alaric. She glances then at Harlan, a muscle working in her jaw as she apparently thinks something over.

Rymarr nods back at Samantha before he lifts his helmet up, "At home. Possibly. I may take Dauntless out for a little tromp about. He hasn't had a good run in some time. Spring's here, so he deserves a chance to be himself". Rymarr offers a shallow bow toward his wife as he rises up to his full height and eventually plants his helmet atop his head.

Macda has left the Large Table.

Aiden sits back in the chair he's at and waves liberally to those leaving, "Good bye!!! Thanks for coming! God speed!"

"Yes they do. I believe you started a fad, my king. I've since shorn my hair down quite a bit after hearing you did so." Michael glances off towards Zoey. Cousin-sense and such. Some sort of look is upon his face, and something...gets communicated between the two of them in the brief glance. "It seems we're starting to lose some folks. Something to do with you?" The last flippantly remarked off towards the King. Ianna has infected him.

Thesarin gives a nod to Rymarr as the man stands. "Don't reckon I'll see you again, 'fore I go. So." He's quiet another moment, and makes a low noise at the back of his throat. "If I die at the frozen arsehole of the world, you keep 'em safe or I'll haunt you, aye?" He reaches a hand out to clasp the Marquis by the gauntleted wrist.

"They only tolerate me for my bar tab," Alaric deadpans to Michael with a what-can-ya-do shrug. "After drink three, they've evaporated like mist as soon as the empty glass hits the top of the table."

"You and all the rest," Rymarr answers Thesarin cryptically. The Marquis offers a polite dip of his chin toward Count Thesarin. The arm clasp is exchanged and then Rymarr's armored form is moving along with brisk, marching steps. One hand moves to steady the blade worn high at his left side, the other swings lightly at the opposite side while he makes his way for his escape route. As Aiden's call is issued, Rymarr makes sure to pass a respectful bow of his helmed head back to Prince Aiden before Marquis Deepwood continues on his way.

Ianna mouths an exaggerated “thaaank youuu” to Alaric. She nearly chokes on her whiskey at Michael’s joke. Only nearly, however: A Greenmarch never wastes even the smallest amount of whiskey. “So what /do/ you drink, Your Majesty?” she asks. Oh! Kenna! An upnod and a smile!

Harlan calls over towards the King, "And some drink fairly quickly!"

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Gareth before departing.

Zoey something tightens in Zoey's face for whatever reason, and she exhales, turning to the King. "Have a fine evening, your Majesty," she says softly. "Michael? I'm going to see myself home."

Thesarin finally goes to collect a drink, a tall class of whiskey from the bar. Harlan gets a nod as the man calls out. "Duke Ashford. How now." Thesarin lifts his glass to the man before he takes a slow sip. Zoey gets a short look, a slight tilt of his head, and another nod.

Zoey murmurs something to Thesarin as she turns for the door.

Harlan lifts his glass towards Thesarin, "Count Thesarin. Doing well, all things considered. Prepared. Even went and upgraded my weapon." He smiles and says, "And how are you and yours?"

Samantha ises herself, seeming like it's time for her to depart. "Michael," she calls out, "I'll be at the manor if you want less of a ruckus." She offers waves and curtseys and the like before heading for the door.

Steve, an ungainly pelican arrives, delivering a message to Sabella before departing.

At the table sitting with Aiden and Gareth, Sabella's expression goes from apprehension to disbelief to a sudden, brilliant smile. And for just a second it looks like she might actually just launch herself over the table to hug Gareth. "I can! I have! I would have done so already but you can be very, very intimidating and--" she pauses as a huge damn bird comes through the open window by the booth. "No! NO! STEVE NO!" She flings her hands up over her head but it is too late, the pelican leans its head down and belches water, dead fish, and a wet message down on her head. And probably a bit on Aiden. "STEVE! YOU ARE THE WORST!" Steve, who is about as cool as Gareth is, makes a loud noise, then turns and head back out the window. As composed as she possibly can with dead fish water dripping down her face, Sabella says calmly, "I still love you, cousin."

Samantha has left the Bar.

"I have to visit with my foster-sister a bit more before I go. Everyone keeps saying. 'In case you die, let me give you..'..I've picked up a good number of presents these days." Michael quips off to his king before turning to Ianna. "Did you want to go meet Samantha and Rymarr?"

"Ready as we're like to get. Less eager than I'd have beem twenty winters gone. But ready." Thesarin nods toward Harlan, and turns to lift his glass toward Zoey and Samantha as the women start out. And then there's the... whatever just happened. With a princess. And a pelican. And Thesarin just... stares a moment, watching that. Silent.

Aiden gets splashed by Steve the pelican and laughs as he shakes off some of the water, standing from the table.

Aiden has left the Window Booth.

Ianna lets out a squeak, ducking to avoid a flailing pelican wing. She straightens back up. “Does Samantha’s house have fewer pelicans?”

"I'm not going to criticize anyone for drinking quickly, Duke Harlan. Some drinks decidedly aren't meant to be savored, after all," Alaric replies cheerfully. He smiles to everyone paying their respects before leaving and even the pelican panic over at the other table doesn't disrupt his flow. Animal messenger incidents are #justarxthings in his book, evidently.

Michael is overheard praising Alaric for: For being a cool cucumber and buying everyone drinks before people ride to their imminent dooms.

Harlan nods towards Thesarin, "I doubt many of us are eager. Duty calls, however, and we answer. The least we can do is do it with gusto and pride, right?"

"Definitely not. Have a good evening, my king. Try not to smell like Pelican breath at the end of it." Michael tugs on Ianna's elbow to get her MOVING. "Fewer pelicans. Yes. I'll remember that. Fewer."

Michael has left the Bar.

Arlo, an impossibly fluffy dog with an impossibly grumpy face leaves, following Ianna.

Ianna leaves, following Michael.

Thesarin just shakes his head, making a low noise at the back of his throat as people start to file out. He swirls his drink and has a long sip, looking back over toward Harlan. "Some of the young folk seem eager. Way of the world." Another short nod from the tattooed prodigal, and another low grunt. "But we're called, and we'll serve."

Gareth checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 4 higher.

Pressing heavily on his cane, Gareth slowly straightens. The scarred man usually silent as silence itself slowly speaks up, rapping his cane against the ground to demand attention. "Long gone are the days I would dream of riding to battle alongside those who leave on the tide." He starts, leaning heavily against the Griffin. "But my thoughts are with you. All of our thoughts here in Arx are with you. We respect your sacrifice and will live our lives to honor that sacrifice."

He picks up a glass on the table next to him and slowly raises it. "To your dedication to the compact and to our House. May you serve as a testament to your great origins." A beat. "None greater." And then Gareth slowly lowers himself back down to the booth speaking to Sabella softly.

Alaric gets a message from Zelda and reads it with a relatively serious expression before handing it back to his assistant and rising to his feet. "It's been a pleasure to share your company tonight, but I must be going. To all who are departing soon to face the enemy: believe in your own skill and strength just as I do. With the gods to light our path, we will find the way to prevail. Enjoy the rest of your evening, everyone," he proclaims, and takes his leave. "None greater than Grayson!"

Aiden checked command + leadership at difficulty 15, rolling 40 higher.

"Wait, what?" Sabella gives Gareth an incredulous look. "But you said--" she purses her lips and stands up. "I am going to trust you when you say that it won't matter. But if it won't matter I don't know why you're doing it. But--fine." She waves a hand at him, stepping away from the table and heading for the bar. "There are more important things to focus on tonight."

Finished drying off, away from the table he had been at, Aiden does look up at the rapping of the cane. His attention is caught, sterling silver eyes moving to Gareth to listen, with some reverence in his gaze. The gratitude for sacrifices made has Aiden bow his head in such a humbling moment, eyes roaming between the others to watch their reactions. His own, has his shoulders squaring back and his chin rising, when he finally repeats in a commanding tone, "None Greater!"

Alaric has left the Large Table.

Aiden is overheard praising Gareth for: None Greater!

Thesarin clasps a hand to his chest, lowers his head, and raises his drink. "'till we make it back." The Prodigal downs his drink, sets it upside-down on the bar, and starts toward the exit. "Prince Aiden. I'll see you at the wars."

Titania is overheard praising Aiden for: For gathering friends and Family to have one last night of Fun before the war!

Raphael sits with the taste of drink in his glass and the buzz of conversation. A small huff of air leaves his lung and a smile spreads across his face that seems to settle him deeper into his seat for a moment. Following the rap of a cane, he raises his glass as high as he might, finishes the last of the amber liquid, and pulls himself from the table. Leaning against the wall behind him for a moment to take in the last look of the bar, and nod towards any faces that might turn his way. "None Greater, indeed," he tones before taking his leave.

Titania has left the Large Table.

"You'll all make it back, I have no greater faith in anything as I do in Graysons keeping each other safe and being on the right side of history." Sabella says cheerfully, with a brilliant smile for those still assembled as she leans on the bar to order something finally. "None Greater!"