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Beards & Brews: Times Two

Beards and Brews returns for another installment at The Spirits! Come and cheer on your favorite beard attached to what might be your favorite person. This round of Beards & Brews will have prizes sponsored by House Clearlake for the Best Beard, Best Decoration and Honorable Mention. So come out to The Spirits, show off your beard and enjoy some good company along with it!


Dec. 10, 2018, 8 p.m.

Hosted By

Acantha Mirk


Waldemai Edward Morrighan Cirroch Aureth Brianna Harlex Mirella Khanne Helena Vercyn Berenice Carita Malcolm Mikani Eddard Rowenova Draven Fiora Scythia Lore Triton Ajax Macda Reese



Arx - Ward of House Redrain - The Spirits - Main Bar

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It's time for Beards and Brews again! The Spirits have graciously agreed for the event to take place inside and given that it's snowing outside that's a good thing for most. One of the hosts for the evening, Lady Acantha Clearlake is seated at the bar with a mug in her hands and a smile on her face as she speaks to a few people. Once the crowd starts getting a bit larger though she gives a wave to all, "Good evening and thank you all for coming out to the well loved Beards and Brews event. I apologize that Lord Arik is not with us right now, he is being a bit detained with War Minister things for House Halfshav, but might join us later." she smiles to everyone.

"As everyone knows we have three categories for tonight, Best Beard, Best Decoration and Honorable Mention. No one person can win the same category, just to make it fair." she grins.

"So what we'll do is have each participant come up, show off their beard and or decoration and then go from there with votes to myself or Lord Mirk." she motions to her co-host for the evening.

5 Redoubt Buccaneers, Bengalo, a sneaky black kitten, Luna, the sweet, studious assistant arrive, following Carita.

Waldemai sits down at the large table, knocking snow from his boots and brushing it from his shoulders. Beardless, he's clearly there to watch the show. "Ale, please," he signals.

Senna, a whip of a man arrives, following Vercyn.

Gregory, an unassuming disciple, 2 Templar Knight guards, Binky, an asshole crow arrive, following Aureth.

5 Sanna House Guards, Petroc, the most unassuming man you have ever met arrive, following Cirroch.

Stefano, an inconspicuous Lycene bodyguard, Carmela, a gleaming dusken-feathered crow arrive, following Mirella.

Khanne has joined the Sturdy Table.

Edward's a little known presence in the ward at times but tonight he has shown up for the beards. Or the brew. Hard to tell. As he walks through room towards the bar he smiles at those he knows giving a nod in passing until he can belly up against the wood grain of the counter and get something to drink.

Edward has joined the Bar.

Knocking back a glass partially filled with some liquor or another - whiskey, no doubt - the Sword of Farhaven observes as people begin to trickle into The Spirits. She half leans against the edge of her table, having taken up residency at one of the back booths, largely removed from the majority of the crowd. Morrighan reaches for the bottle resting upon her table, upending the contents into her glass about a third of the day. From what can be seen of the amount sloshing about, it's evident enough the dame has been drinking here for a while.

Bears? Cirroch has a beard! It's time for him to show it off! His short, neatly trimmed beard and the rest of him enter The Spirits, chin held high to show it off as he enters and straddles his way up to the bar to take a seat, giving a wave to the people he knows.

Cirroch has joined the Bar.

Mirk stands off to one side, watching the crowd trickle in to the Spirits. He lifts a hand in a wave as he's introduced as the cost-host, and says, "You'll have to make do with me for the evening. Fortunate for all of you, as it takes me of the running for tonight." He runs one hand through his magnificent beard, as if lamenting the loss. "In support of Lady Acantha's decision to host this evening, I will be covering the tab at the bar. Drinks are on me. I know that you will make me regret the decision, but I will be content as long as no one gets drunk enough to destroy this fine establishment."

Golden hair bound into a loose knot at the nape of his neck, Aureth arrives at the Spirits like a man who hasn't been here in a literal year but still vaguely recalls where it is. His beard is neat! It's groomed! It's trimmed! Maybe that's why he's decided to show up. Though, one cannot say it has any unusual decoration. It's possible that he's overdressed for the Spirits -- it's an outfit better suited to froofier, poncier times -- but whatever. He lifts a hand to wave at one or another people that he knows as he comes in, grin crooked. Is it backwards priesting to head for the shaman's table as soon as he comes in? "Hey!" he calls to her over the bustle.

Aureth has joined the Sturdy Table.

Brianna has been here for a while, watching the crowd quietly from her spot in the corner of the bar. She smiles at Edward when he takes a seat, turning to listen to Mirk as he speaks. She turns to order a bottle of whiskey and rum, pulling her glass closer to her so she can finish what is already in there.

Harlex is in the midst of holding the door open that Berenice, gracious in presence as she is, may walk into the bar with her usual flare. He is not so much a flare. The black-clad swordsman has a skeptical look on his face. "Sure you're feelin' well? This ain't exactly our usual kinda--establishment." He says, skeptically, before he hears Acantha's declaration and greeting to those who enter in before them. Yet the gears have not quite begun to turn in his mind. "Looks like they got some thing happenin'." He pauses a moment, closing the door behind them. There's a sword scabbard resting on his shoulder, wooden with a band of crimson silk near the top, he pounces it a bit with some thought, holding the hilt.

Mirella's entrance is a quiet enough one insofar as her light steps and dark-cloaked attire render her inconspicious. The horrible cawing of a crow flying around outside heralds her presence, but not at such a pitch as to attract attention. And so it is that the Lycene servant finds herself a quiet place to stand, somewhere from which to observe. Why is she here? Information gathering, probably. Gathering information about beards.

Khanne walks into the Bar with a smile, waving to everyone. "Contrary to my Uncle's insisting I grow one, I have not... and so, I am here to drink." She settles at the sturdy table, her usual, when she is not hiding out at the back booth. Looking up at Mirk she flashes him a smile and says, "best bottle of whiskey then, good Sir." Aureth joins her at her table and she smiles to him. "Well, hello there. Good to see you. That's a stunning romper."

Entering The Spirits with snowy cloak and pink cheeks, Helena looks surprised to see Acantha explaining the event -- she was simply coming in for a drink. She has a little pine marten perched on her shoulder that she's feeding something from her hand, just in case anyone was worried they weren't in Redrain Ward. She smiles when she sees some of her people and moves toward the bar to grab herself not a brew, but a whiskey, warmed and in a mug. She leans back against the bar to watch what's going on.

And there is -- yes! yes there is! -- a Duke Vercyn present at the Spirits this evening. One could argue he's present just to ensure Mirk regrets footing the bill. But the man DOES have a fine beard. And it's a beard bereft of any decoration, so surely he's not competing in that category. He follows shortly after Khanne, shaking snow out of his cloak. "You would sport a fine beard, Khanne," he calls after his niece. "Far better than your brother, one could argue." And he follows her order with another bottle of whiskey. Because the sooner Mirk's regrets begin, the better.

Eddard has joined the Wobbly Table.

Vercyn has joined the Sturdy Table.

"Right? This new tailor, Vincenzo, had it ready for me in approximately no time at all. Brilliant," Aureth shares with bright and cheery energy, spreading his arms so as to better display his very dramatic silvery romper in case anyone overheard this. "First rate work. You can borrow my beard for any bearding purposes you need, though."

Twitchy arrives, following Draven.

Sir Floppington, the soulful hound, Draven arrive, following Rowenova.

Berenice is soon shedding her coat once Harlex opens the door for her to step inside and she's greeted by the luxurious warmth of the inn. Mmmm warmth. "I'm hurt! I can romp with the Northerners /quite/ well, thank you." She, too, catches Acantha's announcement, and her eyes go wide with innocent surprise in the most obviously feigned manner imaginable that it /must/ be on purpose. "What's this! Some sort of competition about /beards/? How marvelous: /you/ have a beard! Well now we /have/ to join." No of course she didn't manufacture this coincidence!

Acantha gives a smile to Mirk when he states that he's covering the tab for the event and she gives a dip of her head to him, "Thank you, Lord Mirk." she tells him. "That's very nice of you." she adds. Then she gives a smile to those that arrive, a wave to those that she does know and a dip of the head to those she doesn't, "Come on in, drinks are on Lord Mirk Halfshav this evening! We'll start the beard parade here in just a few." she grins.

There's an air about both Carita as she arrives, of being hurried, as she's fashionably late-ish. She pauses just inside the door, her blue eyes scanning the inhabitants until she happens upon Mirk, who she makes her way for. "Sorry I'm late, are those without beards accepted here tonight?"

Malcolm's here - look at that. He steps into the Spirits, clapping leather clad hands together with a boyish eagerness, rubbing the warm back into his fingers. "Not here for the beardin', but here for the brewing. The drinking and appreciation of, mind you -- gods there is a crowd. Oh, look, that silvered thing looks qquite smart with that coat, it does. I'm going to be wishing I'd have stayed back at the manor with my own bottle." At least the Duke's here without his sausage dog, so that's a positive.

Mikani slips in and pokes Carita on the shoulder

Eddard arrives looking more comfortable than fashionable, thick scarf and comfortable flannel. A seasilk waistcoat the only nod towards high society fabrics. He does have a beard, an auburn thing just long enough to begin curling but brushed out. Towards a wobbly table is where he will take up residence, since there are a bunch of people here!

Scout Rowenova opens up the tavern door with her left hand after which the soulful hound (Sir Floppington) enters inside. Soon after, she twirls through with her right hand happily holding Draven's left (their matching rings on those same hands) as they move through. She peeks around with a merry wave toward the whole tavern at large here, then heads back to the central table.

Malcolm has joined the Back Booth.

Rowenova has joined the A central table with benches.

Khanne reaches up and rubs her hand over her smooth chin, eyes lifting to Vercyn. "Thank you Uncle, but I do think I will remain as I am... all soft porcelain skin." Chuckling towards Aureth she says, "that is a generous offer. Does it uh... come off easily?"

Aureth tugs lightly on the beard at his chin as though experimentally and then reports sadly, "It appears to be attached, just as it grew, alas."

Draven has joined the A central table with benches.

Waldemai waves a mug of ale in the air. "Thank you, m'lord!" he calls across the room.

Helena has joined the Bar.

1 Redreef Warden arrives, following Scythia.

Harlex's nose scrunches a bit and his eyes narrow at this /happy coincidence/ they have stumble upon. "I guess I do," he replies. Unconvinced. With a gesture, he guides them to the bar and he orders a whisky as quickly as he's able to get the attention of the bartender. His sword laid against the counter's corner. "You're very clever, darlin'," he says to Berenice with a mingling of annoyance and a much deeper adoration. Though he looks to the hostess, Acantha, "How does a fella sign up for this?"

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

Khanne reaches over and playfully tugs at Aureth's beard. There is a small frown when it does not move. "Maybe we could shave it off and adhere it to some cloth with like... ear loops? So it can stay in place and be transferable."

"By all means, Mirk says to Carita with a dip of his head in greeting to the woman. "Grab a seat at the bar, I'll treat you to proper whiskey, and you can prepare to judge and vote upon the beards on display." He smirks slightly, near the beginning, but it fades into his typical, neutral expression as he sits down and eyes the crowd. "There seems to be some competition tonight."

Mirk has joined the Bar.

In a swish of black velvet cloak, Mirella wanders through the crowd, moving towards silently Eddard. She tries to gently tap him on the shoulder without him seeing her.

Giggling happily and flittering about with boundless energy, Draven arrives with his Wife, hand-in-hand, which is about the only counter point for how he bounces around. He giggles and beams his bright smile at everyone who crosses his path, waving his free hand at anyone in eyesight as Nova brings him to the table.

Helena is overheard praising Carita: nice beard.

Mikani gets a whiskey at the bar and looks for a seat.

"I feel," Aureth says in resoundingly thoughtful tones, "as though shaving off my beard would be against the spirit of the piece." He gestures open-handedly throughout the room. "But you do probably look better without," he asides to Khanne. "You have a very attractive jaw. Is this a weird compliment? It sounds like a weird compliment."

Acantha gives a smile to Harlex, "We'll just have everyone line up and show off one by one, my Lord." she tells him with a dip of her head. "Just need to get things to a point where all the bearded people can come up and show off and then we'll get the votes done and see who is going to take home some prizes." she states.

"Ah, Lady Carita!" Berenice laughs delightedly upon spotting her acquaintance in her current state of beardly attire. She flashes a smug smile over to Harlex as she steps further inside. "I am," she agrees. Her gaze skips across the gathering, noting those she knows, and her smile warms for Malcolm in his booth. "Duke Malcolm, /marvelous/ to see you again. I'd join you, but you look quite snug in there!" So she sets about considering her options of tables with perhaps exaggerated care.

Stepping in quietly, Fiora immediately remands herself to a quiet, safe, quiet, corner. Tucking herself into the wall so no one could possibly speak to her without her knowing first, Fiora watches the room quietly, brows slightly knit.

Someone wearing Carita with a rabbit fur beard has joined the Bar.

Harlex has joined the line.

"Or," Vercyn says as he settles in, watching Khanne as she tugs at Aureth's beard, "you could use a bit of honey to apply it." Once he's got a bottle of whiskey, he drapes casually in his chair as people pour into the Spirits. "I wonder," he proposes aloud, "who might be up to the task of beginning to design proper adornments for beards. Do you think, Khanne, I should start wearing something in mine for each season?" He lifts a free hand to stroke at his own. "Perhaps some jeweled designs to look like flowers come spring? Or a little thing that looks like a bee-" he prods at his jaw right at one side, "right here." Why not get into the spirit of the evening?

Cirroch has joined the line.

Vercyn has joined the line.

Draven has joined the line.

Mikani has joined the Bar.

Eddard saw Mirella, and saw her moving around everywhere. So he'll just turn around to look over his shoulder and smile at her. "So pleasant to see you around here, Mistress Mirella."

It is curiosity and curiosity alone that likely brings Scythia in to such an event. After all, she is quite beardless. A hand is even moving to her smooth as can be jawline to stroke it as she peers across those in attendance. Though she is not hesitant, for once she is not traipsing through to look for the most perfect seating area. Instead, she is content enough to simply stand off to the side and observe.

Khanne hmms and twists her lips in thought. "I'll accept the compliment. I do have a lovely jaw." Smiling she gestures to Aureth's beard. "And your beard probably looks best right where it is. Will you be competing tonight?" Tilting her head, she considers Vercyn closely. "I could speak to Ida perhaps. Miniature hairpins? Mine are rather amazing. Do you like them?"

Mikani sees Scythia come in the door. "Hey Scythia! Welcome to the crowd!"

Carita's smile still shines through her beard, because there's a gap for her mouth. "Your Highness," she beams Berenice's way, "always a delight to see you!" A hand lifts to stroke over the rabbit fur of her 'beard' as she makes sure it's set in to place properly. The poke given to her my Mikani earns the Redreef woman a smile as she motions towards the bar, "Come join me--er us?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm rather plain and unadorned. I suppose I could try and steal some of the--" Aureth gestures at some of the rest of the glitter that affixes his Faithly robes. He holds up the charm bracelet he's wearing thoughtfully. "Skulls?" he suggests quizzically. "Less likely to sting people than bees."

"Snug as a bug, Princess," Malcolm assures Berenice with a beaming smile. Nay - a grin. All teeth and lines that crease the edges of his eyes when he offers the expression. Then, his expressively bushy eyebrows lift - knit - and quirk. Not unlike a curious dog, complete with head tilt. "Huh. Nah, have no beard here to compete with, though I've got some sporting stubble. It's my - shit what have I gotten myself into forget it not gonna shave just leave me alone about military operations - stubble." Then, he notices Scythia, lifting a hand in greeting toward the Redreef lady. "That's my protege, all. Did you come for the beards or the brews?"

Turn in line: Harlex

It's beard judging time, and Draven giggles happily and bounces up to his feet, leaving Nova behind as he darts across the room to get in line. His whirlwind of energy, bringing him through the room as he skids to a halt in place. His wrists drum on his thighs as he bounces on the balls of his feet, giggling brightly.

Not too worried about proper etiquette (are they going to throw her out?), Helena steps up from the barstool to rest her bottom on the counter of the bar, so she can see over the taller folk and watch the event. She crosses her ankles neatly, her feet on the stool where she should probably be sitting, and sips from the warm mug of whiskey. "So many strong contenders," she says, watching the men get in line, her eyes glancing at each of them, appraising them for the finest chinstraps and face foliage.

Aureth has joined the line.

If Mirella is disappointed that she's been caught red-hanedd, there's no sign of it written across her face. In fact, there's not much of an expression at all as she dips into a very petite but polite curtsy, efficient and correct. She smiles back at Eddard, however, the faintest quirk of a smile before she replies, "And the same to you." After peeting around the room, she turns back to cast a quick, deadpan glance at Eddard's face, lingering on his chin for the smallest of moments. Then she looks him straight in the eye. "You don't intend to compete, do you?"

Rowenova stays seatuated, peeking over toward Draven with a hearty laugh at his sudden departure before she leans closer to speak quietly to Waldemai.

"Miniature hairpins," Vercyn echoes, thoughtfully. "Perhaps, perhaps. Yes, we should see what Ida thinks. I will gladly give them a trial run." He does lean to look at his niece's hairpins. "Just how many of those do you own, now? Does your husband trip over them trying to find his boots?" There is a wolfish grin from the Duke before his attention shifts to Aureth. "Skulls? I would wear skulls in my beard into battle. Or... in the autumn. No, no, spring is for living things." See! He knows fashion. Beard fashion. But then it's time for the contest to begin and, well. He downs a good bit of whiskey and gets to his feet, rumbling with a stretch as he ambles his way over... then back to grab the whiskey to take with him. This may take a while, after all.

Acantha gives a bit of a smile as she starts to pace a little back and forth. Apparently the bear was running late. There's a look given to Mirk and a dip of her head before she's looking to the line of contestants, "First up, Master Harlex!" she calls.

Khanne shoos Aureth up into the line. "Yes! Go and do it! Have fun! I'll sit here and... drink and admire the beards from afar." And with that, she picks up that bottle of whiskey she ordered earlier and pops it open, tilting her head back to take a good drink." Settling it back down she says to Vercyn, "I will write to Ida.. tomorrow.. I have a pile of letters to catch up on tomorrow..... A PILE."

Scythia's flashing a smile toward the other Redreef, Mikani, a hand lifting up to gesture in a light motion of greeting toward her. There are a few other choice people at the bar that she's flashing a smile toward, such as cousins -- and likely a disguised liege in their midst as well. When Malcom's voice registers, she is shifting in his direction and greeting him and his table companion with a curtsy. "My Lord," she greets. "I am. Curiosity has drawn me in." When the first contestant is announced, her attention is moving in that direction.

"Ohhhhh no. I don't have nearly the beard that most of those I think will be competing have." Eddard pulls a chair out beside him to offer it to Mirella. "Sit down, friend."

Someone wearing Carita with a rabbit fur beard has joined the line.

Someone mentions idly, "This is the first beards and brews we've had where Lord Arik has not been here to sound like he's murdering cats. I might have to see about returning."

Aureth shakes loose the bracelet from his wrist and begins studiously attempting -- and failing -- to weave the chain and skulls into his short, neatly kempt dark blond beard, while he awaits his turn.

Harlex wasn't quite /aware/ of the fact he'd be competing in such a competition until, well, at least a few minutes ago. With a quick flick, his whisky glass is emptied and set upside down on the bar. He steps forward, as he seems to be the first to be judged. He had all the characteristics of a sellsword in his features--leanness, suntouched skin, a set changelessness that came from years of silence; solitude. But they had come to see his beard. Coarse, black hairs fill out the dimensions of a strong and hard jaw with hard lips set beneath the whiskers of that tenebrous pelt framed into a passable expression of focus. As far as any performance went, he simply surveyed the room under the scrutiny of his gaze. It was definitely a beard suited to the wolfish mercenary, fiercely grown on the long road tended to only mildly but enough to make him handsome for those with rugged inclinations. And once all were done in their observation--he'd wait to exit stage right.

Malcolm puts his fingers up to his mouth and blows a shrill whistle, stamping his boots until the floorboards reverberate beneath his feet. "First beard up. Look at that mighty creation. Those whiskers that set the rest of Aion to defy 'em." He's an enthusiastic supporter of facial hair - no matter who is presenting themselves for judging.

Harlex checked composure + intimidation at difficulty 15, rolling 3 higher.

Spying his cousin, Edward gives Scythia a wave and a smile when she comes to talk with Mikani, "Good evening, cousin. I see you are getting around well enough." he glances to the gathering and the bearded event going on while he sips at his rum before he glances to the bar and says something there.

Turn in line: Cirroch

Berenice has joined the Wobbly Table.

When its Cirroch's turn, he gets up from the bar and struts out in front of the crowd with all his stuff, chin held high to show off his beard; a short full beard of jet black against his darkened skin, thin enough you can see a little bit of his chin underneath. He hams it up out there, strinking a pose, flexing his arms in a upwards curl with each of his fingers pointing at his beard. And then he's off back to the bar to order himself some whiskey.

Murmuring a Lycene-accented word of thanks, Mirella takes advantage of the seat that Eddard offers her. She shakes her skirts out neatly as she sits, nodding to the Clement lord before before turning her narrowed, appraising gaze towards Harlex. The mercenary's beard is noted, the various features of that face-covering judged by a bland-faced gaze. Then she looks to Eddard again and quietly (thought not timidly asks, "Have you been well?" What a talker she is.

In the end, Berenice situates herself at a table that she probably did not expect to be /quite/ so wobbly, joining a total stranger there -- Eddard -- without shame. "Hello!" she says, but introductions are delayed by Harlex stepping up as the first competitor. She laughs in absolute delight at how /unenthusiastic/ he is about the whole thing, like a truly terrible person, but there's a thrilled warmth to her gaze as she claps and cheers for him so blatantly.

Malcolm says, "Those majestic bristles that hail from the North - from Giant's Reach to Arx. An' may we thank everything that is and will be for the honor of Cirroch's crumb catcher!" Malcolm's cheering, still, with delight."

Turn in line: Vercyn

Acantha gives a little clap for Harlex when he prowls around like a wolf and shows off his beard, "Everyone, Master Harlex." she smiles. "And next up, Redrains very own Marquis Cirroch!" she gives a smile to the man. Then as he's done there's a clap for him as well, "Very well done." she states. Then she looks at the line, "Next we have Duke Vercyn Halfshav."

Not a total stranger to Eddard, someone who has been paying attention to the mercurial nature of Arxian fashion. "Hello Princess Berenice. I'm Lord Eddard Clement, and over here is Mistress Mirella Fiorelli." A wrinkled and scrunched nose is offered towards Harlex. "Huh. Very interesting."

Khanne looks over to Malcolm's cheering on of the contestants and gives a bit of a chuckle before taking another swig of her whiskey.

Mirella has joined the Wobbly Table.

Scythia's wincing at that shrill whistle from Malcolm, looks on the cusp of offering commentary and in the end she does not say anything. She looks bemused, in a certain way, and as though she is taking mental notes but in the end it is toward the bar and those of Redreef that she drifts. "Cousin," she greets Edward before selecting a place to stand nearby he and Mikani. The latter of which is recipient of a respectful, "Lady Mikani."

Scythia has joined the Bar.

Lore strides on into the bar with a broad smile and a wave for everyone she knows. Toting a large bag of sueded black leather, she makes her way to the bar and smiles at Mirk, "Sorry I'm late! I had to pick up the prizes." She leans in against the bar and slaps a palm down on the bar top to get a drink headed in her direction.

The Duke known as 'The Hungry Wolf' is one who plays the part of domesticated fairly well. He keeps himself well-groomed at least and it shows in his beard as well. Vercyn takes a deep drink of whiskey before stepping up to be judged. He has tended to his beard in preparation for this event and likely grown it out some as well... but it is not a wild beard, nor is it decorated, either! It is just a carefully-tended beard that does not yet hold the silver that shows in his black hair. No, ladies (and gentlemen), the beard is still black as night. The man does not go into any strange showing off: he just steps up, poses, and makes sure to turn his head left, right, a tilt up or down so the light gets his good side (hint: they're all good). And then it's off to he can get back to what he's really here for... drinking.

Mikani looks at Scythia. "You know you can call me Mika right? We're family for crying out loud." Mikani takes a deep draw of her whiskey. "For now anyway."

Berenice does look rather /pleased/ when Eddard recognizes her, and then she laughs at something quieter he says, replying back in lower tones as they converse over the table while watching the show of beards.

Turn in line: Draven

"Sideburns, sidelocks, a mouth brow -- an excellent representation from a fellow Duke." Malcolm's voice has started to go hoarse, and his laugh rasps until he can take a sip from his whiskey and soothe his throat. "Ah, that's golden stuff. What is it? Something I need in Shepherd's cabinets, I'd think," he mutters as he holds up his glass, inspecting the contents with an inordinate amount of interest. "It's a bar, my lady Scythia. Acting appr- rightly for the situation I'm in, yeah?"

Never does Draven stop with his giggling or bouncing in place, his wrists tapping away at his thighs almost like he expects he can become a bango. Then it's his turn, and it looks like he might have forgotten to shave this morning! He darts out in front of the judges with bright giggles, flaunting the minimal stubble that is struggling to grow on his chin. With as much as he moves around, it's hard to tell which motions are him trying to show off his chin, or which are just him being boundlessly moving around.

raises an eyebrow at Lore, as the bartender provides her a drink on his tab, and says, "Thank you, then, for being on top of things. Can I see the bag, then? Arik didn't actually tell me what he'd gotten for our winners." He keeps one eye on Vercyn throughout his modeling, even as he speaks, his eyes sweeping the crowd after.

Draven checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 0 higher.

Turn in line: Aureth

To Malcolm, Helena calls out with a smile, "Northern whiskey. Anything else is merely a ripple in its wake." At Lore's arrival, she lifts a mug of warm whiskey to greet the other woman she's gotten to know but a little of late.

"Thank you, Master Draven!" Acantha calls to him as she gives him a smile and a wiggle of her fingers. Then she gives a look to the line and there's a smile. "I believe our next person is Legate Aureth." she states with a dip of her head to that.

Tucked into the corner, that is where Fiora stays. She isn't quite glaring at Draven and his face-waving. But she is definitely unsure about it, slightly pulling back into the wall with an upturned brow.

Nova stands up from the central table, swigs down her whole cider, then repeatedly bangs on the table top with the emptied mug. She shouts out, "Ah, yeah! That's my man!" Then points out with her empty hand toward Draven!

Mikani waves at Lore, "Hey Lore! I gots some questions for you!"

Scythia's starting to flash a grin before Mikani's words have her sobering substantially. "That sounds rather ominous... Mika." Her eyes widen. "Oh! Are you to be wed, or--" And she sobers, "--are you intending to marry me off? I certainly hope not, with my most recent arrival." She says a few things quietly there at the bar, though it seems to be toward a few of the patrons. Not, of course, that she does not have her watchful eye upon Malcolm. He is regarded, bemused, and she skirts a curtsy. "My lord, Duke Shepherd, you are correct. It is a bar, the mood is quite festive." Evidently festive enough for she to answer from her current place.

Sir Floppers suddenly starts mournfully baying when the wolf scout shouts out!

Giggling happily, Draven brings that storm of energy with him as he darts back to his table. This time when he arrives though, it's with a bit of a leap at his Nova, expecting her to catch him, even if she is seated. He giggles more and hammers her face with repeated kisses, then he shifts slightly to beam his smile over Acantha, waving his hand over at her wildly. "Yes! You're welcome! I hope you liked it! My beard! So majestic! It could be King one day! Not me! Just my beard!"

Khanne rises up from her seat and starts to applaud when Aureth's name is called. "Go Aureth! Rock that beard!"

"We got a face fungus among us, although a brilliant attempt by Professor Draven," Malcolm calls out. Turning aside to toast his glass toward Helena for answering his question, "Much appreciated, thanks." Then, he swivels around to offer Scythia a bright grin, turning back to continue cheering for the next contestant. "Hirsute history in the making, folks!"

As the previous competitors have been quiet in their demonstration of their beardly grace, Aureth is entirely the opposite. He strolls up like the professional performer that he has once been (and might still be,) and declaims, "Thank you for the opportunity to show you all my facial hair, I feel as though it really isn't something that I get the opportunity to show off." He tilts his hand in a framing gesture up by the dark blond beard, silver chain of his bracelet threading so that he more or less has gotten the silver skull and silver wolf charms to dangle ... /up against/ it -- that's like decoration. "As you can see, I've been keeping it in fine and fashionable condition for some time now, and it really does its best to accent the humble good looks I have to offer you all."

Aureth checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 35 higher.

"Trator to the north! Cheering for a non-northern beard!" Accuses Cirroch to Khanne, hollering over to her with a playful grin given her way. "Run her out of the tavern!"

Khanne shrugs to Cirroch and says, "I can't help it. He has fabulous hair and a beard to match!" She gestures to Aureth. "Just look how it sets that silver off as if it is the most precious of metals!"

"Hi Your Highness!" Lore calls out with a grin towards Helena even as she hands the bag over to Mirk with a nod. "Sure, of course. He didn't really -specify-, he just asked for prizes. So I made some!" Then she's lifting her glass towards Mikani and nodding, "Sure! You want to talk right now?"

"Yes, this is an Arx-native beard," Aureth claims loudly. "Grown here on Arx-native skin! I've lived here my whole life!"

Nova indeed catches Draven with the empty mug also involved, hugging happily. Those repeated kisses which are given to her cheek make her laugh heartily before she pipes up, "Lord Mirk said he was buying, so order what you want!"

:slips away from the bar to head to Fiora, and hands her the mug of warm, steaming whiskey. "You look like you could use a pick me up," she says with a smile. "Are you just hoping to get away from the snow, and found the local tavern to be loud and full of bearded barbarians?" Her smile turns up a little impishly. "Welcome to Redrain Ward."

"Oh! Face fungus! I can use that! I bet!" Draven answers with more cheerful giggles, sitting himself in Nova's lap and bouncing in to it with a bright smile. Then he calls out across the bar, to Cirroch. "Hey! Nothing wrong with cheering for non-Northerners! Isn't that right, Sir Floppers!" He says with a cheerful giggle, reaching down to pet the Good Boy.

Helena slips away from the bar to head to Fiora, and hands her the mug of warm, steaming whiskey. "You look like you could use a pick me up," she says with a smile. "Are you just hoping to get away from the snow, and found the local tavern to be loud and full of bearded barbarians?" Her smile turns up a little impishly. "Welcome to Redrain Ward."

Helena has left the Bar.

Mikani loops her arm around Lore and pulls her close. "Sure we can. It's rather loud."

It's loud Mikani because Cirroch is shouting at Khanne, "That's it, I'm not inviting you up to Giant's Reach this year!" He calls to her in a way that makes it sound like he's probably lying and will invite her over.

Sir Floppers seems quite happy for Draven to pet upon his flop-eared noggin and even puts his fore paws up on the bench seat beside Nova and Draven, ultimately maximizing petting opportunity!

Turn in line: Someone wearing Carita with a rabbit fur beard

Mikani applauds for Carita, "You wear it!"

Acantha just laughs when there's the shout of traitor when Khanne cheers for Aureth, "I think everyone is allowed to cheer for the non-Northern people if they brave the event and grace us with their bearded visage." she grins. Then she looks to the line and then she grins, "And next we have...Rabbit!" she states. Because she doesn't know the name. But the beard looks like rabbit. So she runs with it.

Nova grunts lowly about the fungal talk, but she happily keeps one arm around Draven's waistline whilst her other hand picks up the next mug brought forth. Though, she shouts out, "Ah yeah, that's my Favorite Countess right there!" toward the rabbit-beared Carita!

Khanne smirks at Cirroch as she retakes her chair. "You are one of our vassals. I don't need an invite." She gives him a wink and an impish smile.

At some point, Harlex obtained another glass of whisky. He still stood over by the contestants, waiting for the final judgement. Though he does set his drink aside to clap a bit for Aureth because, hey, he did a good job.

And then Cirroch breaks his own rule and cheers for Carita AKA Rabbit, "Go Rabbit! You got my vote!" He cheers loudly for her, drumming his hand on the bar. And he ain't even drunk yet. He gives a laugh over to Khanne, shrugging his shoulders and returns to his whiskey.

Not prepared to compete, Carita's beard was just suppose to be a joke to make people laugh. However, when it's her turn she models it with flare. Rising, her tilts her chin up to show off the rabbit fur that's been dyed to match her pale blonde hair, and skims a hand through it's lush growth -- having to adjust the half-mask to keep it in place as she laughs.

Aureth returns to his seat at the table, crossing his ankles in his shiny romper. "You know," he false-stage-whispers, "I don't think she grew that herself."

"A moustache and beard like someone sheared a small, woodland creature. So full - so lush," Malcolm compliments the rabbit-fur beard.

The line has been dismissed by Acantha.

Khanne pouts. "Poor rabbit...they should be loved and imitated."

Khanne says, "Did you hear that ARIK, wherever you are!?"

Someone wearing Carita with a rabbit fur beard checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 23 higher.

"I can't believe," Vercyn says as he sits back down, and pouts himself more whiskey, "you cheered for someone other than your uncle." Picking up his mug he looks sidelong at Khanne. "You may not be my favorite niece anymore."

Helena is eyed for a long moment. Skeptical if not outright wariness. Fiora slowly shifts to look at her, arms hugged around her for a long moment before she decides to slowly drop them, a faint smile being forced up. "I'm trying to be more social." She grunts, glancing around and letting out a quiet sigh. "I don't think it's working."

"Thank you, Rabbit!" Acantha gives a smile to Carita. Then she gives a look over the audience and then the empty line, "Now comes the hard part, voting. We need a winner for Best Beard, Best Decoration and Honorable Mention. So if you want to come up and vote and give Lord Mirk and I your votes in those three categories, we'll get them tallied." she smiles to that.

Khanne sticks her tongue out at Vercyn. "I will always be your favorite niece."

Giggling happily, Draven beams his bright smile at the familial debate going on, between Khanne and Vercyn. Then, a tongue is being made visible, in a gesture coming from Khanne and he suddenly stops, his eyes shooting wide at Vala Khanne for a few seconds, then he blinks over at Nova, very confused. "Whoa! I didn't know it was THAT kind of family!"

"The hell is he talking about?" Aureth asks blankly.

Helena takes a seat next to Fiora. "Me too," she says with a smile, pressing the mug into the other woman's hands. "At least hold it for its warmth. You don't have to drink it, but it makes you like at least tenfold times more social," she says merrily, taking a sip from her own. "Apparently how much hair you grow out of your face is worthy of competing about. Who knew!"

Harlex takes a sip of his drink. He looks over toward Lore who brought in the prizes. "Does the winner get a pile of money?"

Khanne scowls at Draven, looking at him as if he suddenly grew three more heads and one of them was a pig and another a goose. She looks at Aureth and shrugs. "No idea...... "

"So you claim, but last I checked you couldn't see the future." Vercyn grins, settling back as he drinks of his whiskey. Draven's outburst earns a brief stare before the Duke shakes his head and looks to Aureth with his own shrug. "I haven't a clue half the time."

Nova suddenly erks. She randomly tickles Draven, "I may have been mistaken about what that means in Northern... Or, just joking." She ducks back, but not too much, so they do not fall off the bench here.

Mirella sends her bodyguard up to state her votes on her behalf. He does so, incredibly boring but entirely functional, before settling down out of the way and yet within eyeline of his employer. He's drinking whiskey. Keeping out of the way.

Draven isn't giggling any more, sort of just blinking over at Nova, and then over at Khanne, then at Aureth. He is a very confused Lycene. Then Nova.... Nova... His mouth is left agap, and then he giggles madly at his Wife. "You! You! Wicked!" He giggles, darting his hands at her and trying to tickle her side, laughing and bouncing in her lap. "I trusted you! Trusted you so much! You love me! Mean!" He giggles more, not relenting on the attempted tickles unless Nova physically stops him.

"Weird," Aureth says mildly, and reaches for his glass -- is his glass still here? oh good.

Confusion and a bit of perhaps disgust set aside, Khanne looks to Vercyn again. She gives him one of her famous lopsided smiles and her misty-grey eyes sparkle with mischief. "Little do you know... hmm?"

Scribbling some answers on a piece of paper, Helena clicks her tongue at the tiny pine marten and gestures, who then slips off her shoulder, climbing down her like she's a pine sapling, and waddles over to Mirk to deliver the message. He's in training to be a messenger, after all -- what better way to train him? The little weasely thing returns back to her, to demand a snack in a //tch//. He's promptly given a scrap of dried meat from the Redrain princess' pocket.

Fiora glances down at the mug as if it might bite her, and the same face is sent up to Helena. But she takes hold of the mug all the same. But then is looking with furrowed brows in the direction of all the yelling or.. exclaiming. Just a lot of excitement. There's a light sigh let out. "Having a drink does make you look more outgoing. And people will compete over anything they possibly can." Fiora admits before there is a little animal in front of Helena and Fiora is all. wide. eyes. "Who is this?" Is let out almost breathlessly.

Lore looks up from her conversation with Mikani to grin at Harlex, "Nope! But I made a nice little pile for making the prizes!"

There's some going back and forth amongst the judges and then there's a nod from Acantha when voting tallies are done. "Alright, so, Lord Arik did not tell me that he was also making prizes. So Winners will get double prizes this evening. I'm going to award Honorable mention first. Rabbit, will you please come and get your Stand In Beard?" as she pulls a mask from a bag. The mask has a MAJESTIC beard attached to it. "I thought someone might need a stand in." she grins.

Waldemai applauds the rabbit beard.

Triton nudges his way in, pausing to shake off the cold, and grins at the large number of facially gifted individuals present this evening. Hey, there might even be trouble finding an empty place to park his butt! Regardless, the short Lord heads for the bar, craning his head around to try to see around people and drinks and beards, looking for familiar faces.

Aureth whistles and cheers for the MAJESTIC prizewinner.

The Wolfy Nova should not but cannot repress the sudden laughter which immediately overtakes her after Draven's reaction. The sudden tickling to her wicked self actually causes her to jerk back and fall down off the bench seat onto the tavern floor with a sudden thud of back armor and Draven also being dragged down, too. "Forgive me!" she suddenly laughs, flailing around.

Rowenova says, "Mercy!"

"Our best decoration goes to Legate Aureth and for that he gets a very fine beard comb that was carved from one of the pines from Clearlake Hold." she states. "Legate Aureth if you'll come and claim your prize." she smiles his way.

Rich, feminine laughter lifts from Carita as she rises, curtsying for the bar as a whole as she makes her way towards Acantha. "You mean, I get /another/ beard?" She's laughing harder now, a hand to her chest. "Thank you, I'm sure it will come in handy for the next beard event."

Unlike Aureth, Mirella doesn't whistle and cheer. She just brings her hands together momentarily in light, neat applause. Rowenova gets a single unreadable look, then is forgotten.

Falling with his Wife, Draven giggles and laughs madly, and doesn't let off the well deserved tickles, even as she calls for mercy! He takes a few seconds, and then with his laughs continuing, he lays against her with a bright smile. "No forgiveness! Such a betrayal!" He giggles even more, just laying against her while they have fallen to the floor.

Waldemai applauds the next bearded person. "Well decorated!"

"Lucien," says Helena to Fiora. "He's been around our gardens a bit, so I've started to see if I could train him to be useful. He seems to like it. Or at least the snacks." The little creature stands on his hind legs with his front paws on Helena's knee to beg a little, and peer up at the two women. Helena looks up as the prizes begin to be handed out, applauding for each winner.

Khanne puts two fingers in her mouth and whistles loudly for Aureth! "Go Aureth! Deck that beard out!"

Aureth rises and bows elaborately with a flourish of his hand, rolling his attention this way and that on the way to collect his prize. "Thank you, thank you," he says, laughter bright and easy in his voice.

Acantha gives a grin to Carita, "People won't know which you're wearing if you keep switching it up." she tells her. Then to Aureth she dips her head, "It was a pleasure to have you this evening." she tells him. Then she gets a red bottle from the bag and there's a smile, "Our Best Beard goes to none other than our Duke Vercyn, who apparently worked all the right angles. He has the only specially made Redrain beard oil in the compact." she grins as she wiggles the bottle at him. "And now Lord Mirk will hand out the prizes from House Halfshav." she dips her head to Mirk as she goes to make her way to Triton.

Fiora slowly goes down to one knee, reaching out towards the critter, her eyes wide and entranced. She pauses though, glancing up to Helena with a quiet, "May I?"

Nova jerks around as those relentless tickles momentarily ensue, but then the Northern lass still laughs even when all those tickles have finally stopped. "Only on silly stuff! Never Things! I hope you know! I should not have!" Finally, she calms down, back patting Draven. "I am the worst, I know!"

Amongst the cold and snow of the winter, Ajax slips into the spirits proper, his fingers remaining wrapped around his cloak, his ears perking as he hears Acantha call Mirk's name, the large man's head raises upwards to lock over at Mirk's location giving him a nod as he draws closer to the crowd properly.

Triton makes it to the bar in time to catch the next beard award and stops to applaud for Aureth, making it to a stool at the bar to attempt to flag down a mug, then turns a grin towards Acantha, waiting for her to finish. Waggling his brows at her as she heads over, he lowers his voice, "I'm sorry I missed some of the fun, but I could hear the cheering from halfway to the house."

Aureth clapclaps for Vercyn. "See?" he says. "You win anyway, my lord. Avuncularly winning out!"

Waldemai cheers the Duke. "Fine facial fur!"

When Carita gets herself ANOTHER stand-in beard, Vercyn does laugh heartily, applauding it. "Perhaps," the Duke calls out, "you can wear both next time and enter twice. No one will notice." Surely not. Never. Absolutely not. Wink wink, nudge nudge. The man laughs, lifting his mug for a drink of whiskey. It's set down to applaud Aureth, as well, as he collects his prize. "The addition," he adds once the man returns, nodding to the charms that were added last-minute, "were a smart way to go about it. I do think these miniature hairpins might be a good venture." And then, ah-ha! He earns himself a prize, too! The man gets to his feet and makes a show -- unnecessarily of course! -- of smoothing his leathers before going to accept his bottle of oil. "Thank you. And I do think there should be a round of whiskey on Mirk! Congratulations to all the winners and a good showing of all the beards!" Because of course. He winks to the poor man before retaking his seat.

"I voted for you, Uncle!" Khanne shouts. "See! I am still your favorite!"

e "Riiiiggged!" Cirroch calls out playfully, wide, impish grin on his lips.

Once Vercyn has claimed his prize, Mirk steps forwards with a leather bag in hand, reaching in. "Now, in recognition of the total of votes - all categories, no differentiation, my dear cousin Lord Arik has donated several prizes to commemorate the occasion." He squints at his tally for a moment, frowning, and then looks to the sturdy table, pulling out an ornate belt. "In third place is Legate Aureth. Step forward to receive your prize."

Mirk gets THIRD PLACE BEARD AND BREWS BELT from Large Leather Bag.

Khanne is overheard praising Vercyn: Best Beard!

Khanne is overheard praising Aureth: His beard makes silver look like steelsilk!

Mirk is overheard praising Vercyn.

Mirk is overheard praising Acantha.

Standing when the competition is done, Mirella offers another curtsy to her tablemates. There's a small but pleasant enough smile before quiet Lycene-accented words are murmurred. ""If you would please excuse me, Princess berenice, Lord Eddard? Please enjoy the rest of your evening. It was a pleasure." And then off she goes.

Giggling happily while laying on Nova, Draven does start to stand up and steals the chair she was previously sitting in. "So rigged! I should have won!"

Edward claps for the Duke's win as he smiles, "I knew that was the best beard in the bar by far." he chuckles and then tilts his head as something is said to him.

Khanne is overheard praising Carita: Poor rabbit... but congrats!

"Oh, a belt," Aureth says in some surprise with another laugh on his breath. He rises again, having gone to sit back down and get his drink. "But thank you."

"Well bearded, Duke," says Helena, before tipping her head to look at Fiora and then the pine marten. "I think he'll be fine," she says, though it's thoughtful -- she's only just begun to train the little beast. But should she be brave enough, he takes the petting amiably, making a little chittering sound at Fiora.

Khanne is overheard praising Acantha: Great Announcer and Hostess!

Mirella has left the Wobbly Table.

Stefano, an inconspicuous Lycene bodyguard, Carmela, a gleaming dusken-feathered crow leave, following Mirella.

Khanne is overheard praising Mirk: Thanks for the premium Whiskey, Cousin!

Mirk gets SECOND PLACE BEARD AND BREWS BELT from Large Leather Bag.

Carita dips a curtsy for Aureth at his approach, "Legate Grayhope," is said respectfully before her laughter starts bubbling up again at Vercyn's comments.

Waldemai calls out, "Better than a scarf!" He haves his Snowball Fight Champion scarf in the air. "Or maybe not this time of year."

Acantha slips her arms around Triton when he's close enough and hugs him, "You're never too late." she tells him with a soft laugh. "I'm just glad you could make it. Sorry your beard couldn't participate though." she states as she gives it a playful tug.

Nova just lets Draven have her prior seat as she sits up to Sir Floppington who happily wags to the ensuing commotion. She happily tosses both armored arms around the soulful canine then looks up to Draven with her own soulful eyes, but rather than say anything, she is soon distracted by Waldemai's scarf which waves around nearby. "Nice scarf!" says she!

Fiora does eventually reach out and gingerly start to pet the marten at first. Not for fear of her fingers but caution that she shouldn't spook him. With a broad, delighted smile, the Malvici begins to scritch him quietly. "Fiora Malvici." Is murmured up to Helena.

Helena is overheard praising Vercyn: beardocious

Vercyn is overheard praising Mirk: You should always buy the drinks.

Mirk places the absurdly ornate belt in Aureth's hands with a brief smile, and comments, "So everyone can know and remember your magnificent beard." He chuckles and then holds up the second place belt, this one in silver. "And in second place is Lady Carita. Come forward and receive your prize."

"You are, Khanne, you are," Vercyn says, appeased. He's had just enough to drink to be comfortable and pleased. A good, raucous night in the Spirits is ALWAYS pleasing, really. "Thank you, everyone. I have always said I have the best beard. Now everyone knows." At least until the next Beard and Brews. But we won't mention that... YET.

1 Grayson House Guards, Thistleton, an elderly and devoted manservant, a small twilit kingsnake arrive, following Macda.

Harlex finishes his third drink, the glass set upside down on the bar. He fetches his sword and moves toward the table where Berenice is seated. "Well, I didn't win." He tells her and makes a 'tch' of disappointment. "How'd I look anyway?"

Mirk gets FIRST PLACE BEARD AND BREWS BELT from Large Leather Bag.

"Helena Redrain," says the princess, smiling as Lucien makes a friend. "Thank you for petting him. He needs to get used to being with people. I don't plan to keep him against his will, though. So if he leaves me, so be it. I won't feed him so much he forgets to hunt. He's meant to be a terrifying wee beastie of the forest, after all." She smiles up at Fiora.

Vercyn is overheard praising Acantha: A mighty fine officiant

Triton grins at Acantha and winks, giving her back a rub with one large hand, "Well, I plan on bein' here for the next one, so gives me time to prepare, yes?" He stops to lift a hand and cheer for Aureth, but when Carita is mentioned, shoots Acantha a curious look and murmurs, "Carita?" then sees what she actually has on and laughs.

Draven is overheard praising Rowenova: Proper trickery! So mean! Silly!

Berenice sighs in an /excessive/ sort of way at her seat when Vercyn is announced the winner. "Next time I'll bribe the judges, darling," she assures Harlex when he draws up to her table. "You looked perfect, of course. Have you met Lord Eddard Clement? Lord Eddard, Captain Harlex Valtyr of the Crimson Blades." She gestures between them in a pretty little introduction.

Edward is overheard praising Acantha: Wonderful beard and brews!

Seeing the bar quite full, Macda scans the room to take inventory and to see the state of the event's progress. Though it is hard to see, voices she recognise speak up as she moves. To a table with Duke Vercyn, the princess bows her head respectfully and to those seated near him. "Duke."

Someone wearing Carita with a rabbit fur beard's hand lifts to cover her mouth as she laughs, "I'll wear it every time I wear pants." Which, is likely not very often. "I'm honored, Lord Mirk, thank you."

Draven is overheard praising Carita: The best beard! Poor rabbits!

Ajax's eyes widen as Carita approaches, clearly not recognizing her with the beard, as he lingers at the fringe of the gathering, his hands coming together with a polite clap.

Draven says, "Who needs pants!"

Mikani sees Macda and smiles, "Mac! Good seeing you!" She calls out and pops some blueberries into her mouth.

"I.....I do not know. I don't think we have." Eddard stands from his table though, its wobbly enough that it might as well be useless to offer a hand out towards Harlex. "I thought you looked well enough. Beards were fierce today."

Harlex has joined the Wobbly Table.

Macda turns to Mikani to smile, "Evening, and no beard?" She grins at the thought of it.

squints at Carita and suggests, "Perhaps somewhere to hang your spare beard." He pulls out the third belt, this one with a golden buckle, and holds it aloft. "And for first place, everyone hold your breath, I'm sure there's going to be gasps and surprise..." He turns to Vercyn. "Duke Vercyn Halfshav. Come on up."

Draven is overheard praising Vercyn: A Northerners beard! I bet it fits! But I don't know anything about the North! So who knows!

Mikani shakes her head, "No I didn't want to blind them with my brilliance." She winked at Macda before applauding Vercyn. "Way to go Duke!!" Mika takes a deep draw of her whiskey. "So how has it been Mac?"

Harlex has a slight smile at the compliment from the princess, aw shucks. Though he looks at Eddard briefly with some focus. A hand is reached out and he gives a good, strong shake. "Thank you kindly." Then some recognition gleams in his bright eyes. "You know, I do remember you. At the Golden Hart. You bumped into that chair while I was chattin' with Theodoric and Princess Valencia. Didn't know you were a Clement."

Someone wearing Carita with a rabbit fur beard shakes her Stand In Beard, clearly delighted. "It /is/ golden. Like it was meant to be," she jests, laughing softly.

Cirroch has left the Bar.

Scythia offers a few quiet words, excusing herself from the bar and then begins to depart the way that she came. A round circle around the room rather than cutting through the thick of people. It makes for an easier curtsy-in-passing to her patron's table, however, before she is off.

Scythia has left the Bar.

1 Redreef Warden leaves, following Scythia.

Macda is overheard praising Vercyn: A most befitting beard. Like he said!

When Macda approaches, Vercyn looks up to the Grayson Princess. He ducks his head to her before rising to his feet. "Your Highness," he provides, smiling broadly. "Welcome! If you want a drink, it's all on Lord Mirk over there-" who has just called out his name. He laughs, broadly. "Excuse me. Do have a seat if you wish." And off he goes to accept the belt he has been given. It is held up, considered, and after a moment put on because... for all it is not meant to hold up pants, it surely MUST be worn at least for the night. "I shall retire from competition for at least a few months time," he decides. "This decision does not come easily, but I have a venture I have decided to undertake into the realm of beard decor. Until it is perfected... I will not return to the stage." There's a wink before he returns to the table."

Acantha looks at the prizes that Lord Arik had made and there's a bit of a smile. She gives a wave to the rest of the crowd, "That's all for the beard contest and things of that nature. Drinks are on us though for the evening." she states. Then she gives a nod to Triton, "Yes, Carita was one of our winners." she tells him. "I have things to show you, but they can wait." she grins to that.

"It goes and goes." The princess says to Mikani and then pauses to drink from her flask. "I've been testing the durability of furniture and decorating has become a priority. How about yourself?"

Waldemai applauds the display of the championship belt!

1 Grayson House Guards, Peaches, a lovely white war filly with a peach saddle, Deliverance, an albino falcon, Stormy, a silvery gray hunting hound, Rascal, a hyper terrier, Rosalie, a lady in waiting arrive, following Reese.

Mikani nods and laughs wondering if jumping on it was part of the process. "Just work and the like."

"Ah. Highness." Fiora greets, trying not to sound too gruff. Then it's back to focusing on Lucien. "Well if you ever need help with him..." She trails off, continuing with her scritches and making the most delighted faces. "A beast of the forest is that right? Yes, you are." Scritchscritchscritch.

Vercyn is overheard praising Lore: Amazing belt-manship.

Reese arrives in the bar while adorned in lots of pink and followed by her hounds. she has on a warm winter cloak and just a touch of blue. The girl looks over the room, trying to get a feel for things here.

Someone wearing Carita with a rabbit fur beard is overheard praising Lore: For the wonderfully beartastic belt!

Acantha is overheard praising Lore: For the belts.

Nova gently pets Sir Floppers, looking up, looking guilty, but staying quiet whilst her gloveless hands slowly move along the canine fur. She peeks around with cobalt-blue, khol-lined eyes raptly listening/watching/sensing all the... Stuff and Things!

Draven has left the A central table with benches.

Macda nods to Mikani, "Hoping the weather allows a bit of travel soon. I'm getting antsy in the walls." To Vercyn she turns again to offer something quietly to him.

Rowenova has left the A central table with benches.

Malcolm slides from the booth and the conversation that he started up with Morrighan after casually invading her booth and her whiskey. He gets to his feet, rests a hand against his chest and offers a polite bow of his head, before turning to start his departure.

Mikani nods, "Aye I'm feeling a bit caged as well."

Triton chuckles and offers to Acantha, "I didnt think about someone wearing a fake beard is all. Should have been obvious, really." The mention of her having things to show him has the short Lord leaning in close where he can hear better and either kissing her ear or whispering something to her, then straightening up, "Well, it sounds like I got here just in time to catch the winners and watch everything break up, but it sounds like it was good?"

Helena smiles at the offer. "Thank you. He is, a fine beastie." The little marten does a happy wriggle at all the attention, clearly pleased with himself and with Fiora. "On that note, I need to head home, I think, but it was a pleasure meeting you. Good luck with being social, Lady Fiora," she says, lips curving up into an impish smile, as she turns, waving to those who she knows, and making her way out of The Spirits. The marten climbs its way up to her shoulder facing backwards to watch the crowd.

Removing the belt, Vercyn drapes it over the back of his chair as he returns to his seat. He picks up his whiskey and takes a drink as he tilts his head to listen to Macda. There's a look of consideration before he offers a quiet reply.

2 Redrain Guards, Lucien, a bright-eyed pine marten leave, following Helena.

Stepping away from the bar, Edward begins to walk towards the door and make his way out.

Edward has left the Bar.

Sombra, the subtle leaves, following Edward.

"Hey, Duke Malcolm! This was my last commission, so your outfit is next!" Lore calls out towards Malcolm as he makes ready to leave and she finally notices him.

Someone wearing Carita with a rabbit fur beard is overheard praising Acantha: For a delightful and spectacularly run event!

Brianna has left the Bar.

Waldemai heads out into the cold, his much more practical championship scarf wrapped up around his nose.

Waldemai has left the A central table with benches.

"I hear that people don't know I'm a Clement plenty. Not all of us can stand up to Uncle Norry's towering presence." Eddard gives an aww-shucks shrug towards Harlex.

As Mirk is finished passing out the belts, Ajax draws closer towards the man giving him a dip of his head, his fingers moving towards inside his cloak, "Good day, Lord Mirk, I suppose, this whole ordeal has kept you busier then expected?" his head raises, but then dips in the direction of Macda and Vercyn in kind.

Mikani watches the door and frowns before sighing and finishing her whiskey.

Malcolm's passing Reese as she's entering - and he's departing, he stops, inclining his head to note: "Ah, I see a hint of blue, Princess. It's a good color, innit?" He grins, offers a nod, and heads back out into the cold.

Reese has a smile of greeting for Malcolm that reaches her eyes. "Take care Duke and it is a good color." She murmurs.

The beard is too warm, itchy, and getting in the way, so Carita removes it and breaths a sigh of relief. "I imagine when someone actually grows their own beard it's not as hot and miserable as the one I had made is," she laments, laughing softly.

Triton is overheard praising Acantha: For putting on a wonderful event to celebrate the BEARD!

Malcolm has left the Back Booth.

Macda snickers at the Carita's words, clearing thinking the same of her assumption as the silken rabbit's fur is pulled away.

His part in the evening's festivities done, Mirk glances aside at Acantha and says, "I think your first Beards and Brews has been a success. Congratulations, Lady Acantha." He settles back at his own stool at the bar, returning a nod to Ajax and Macda, the familiar faces among the new arrivals.

"I would definitely feel /wildly/ naked without mine," Aureth says lightly, knuckling lightly along the neatly manicured line of his jaw.

Khanne touches her smooth jaw again. "I only feel naked when I'm not wearing clothes...."

"Captain Harlex and Baron Norwood have sparred quite a few times that I've been able to spectate," Berenice muses between Harlex and Eddard. She rises, though, with a little stretch. "I think I have to be off. Or we, I suppose, but I'm hardly the Captain's keeper." (Except she totally is.)

Carita's head tilts, pale blonde locks curling at her elbow as she asks Aureth, "/Wildly/ naked? Is that very differnt than just plain naked?" Amusement sparkles in her eyes.

Acantha gives a smile to something Triton says and there's a dip of her head to him, "Would you mind walking me back to the Lodge?" she asks him. Then she gives a smile to Mirk, "Thank you for stepping in this evening for Lord Arik and for the surprise of his prizes. I was not expecting those." she muses. There's a dip of her head to Ajax, "Good evening." she states. Then she's starting to gather her things to head out with Triton.

Harlex nods steadily, "Suppose not." He leaves it at that, seeming to agree enough. "You're your own man, before you're anyone's relative." Always so helpful. He looks as Berenice rises and says OF HIS OWN VOLITION, "I think I'll escort you."

"Yes," Aureth confirms. "It's when you're naked, but you're clearly naked by accident, or unexpectedly at a party without any pants."

Morrighan has left the Back Booth.

Brahm, a large iridescent plumed raven, Voss, an icy-eyed Northlands Malsatian leave, following Morrighan.

Aureth is wearing a romper right now, so is he at a party without any pants? It's unclear.

Reese smiles over to Acantha. "Thanks for hosting this and sorry that I arrived so lately to it, but it seems like it was lots of fun." She murmurs.

Reese is overheard praising Acantha: Woots, great hostest.

Mikani sits back and listens to the conversations. She puts up her feet to relax a bit.

"I'd only feel like an awkward youth again without my beard," Mirk says with a wry smile. "But hopefully with less of a baby face." He shrugs at Acantha and says, "It's the least I could do, after you generously arranged the event."

"Well have a wondrous evening, you two. I'll be drinking ale and doing my very best not to freeze to death." Eddard /Clement/ grins towards Berenice and Harlex, lofting his tankard to them before stepping around them to head to the bar and refill.

Triton bows his head slightly at Acantha's question and lightly loops his arm around hers, taking her hand in his as he lowers his voice, "Of course I will. The snow is as high as we are in places." He winks, "I couldn't let you walk home in it alone, could I?" Again he waggles those reddish brows at her and turns to let her lead the way.

Ajax's fingers move around until they leave his cloak, papers wrapped tightly together as he extends it towards Mirk proper, "As agreed on." he gives the man a bit of an easy going smile, "Aye, a good proper beard will keep you warm when it comes time to travel." he chuckles, rolling his shoulders in a shrug.

Carita lifts her glass in Aureth's direction as she laughs, "Oh, I hate when that happens."

Mikani laughs softly, "I don't know I've seen men shave and they look just as how they did when they were youths." Mika comments to Mirk's statement.

Berenice has left the Wobbly Table.

Harlex has left the Wobbly Table.

Dolmen, a Crimson Agent leaves, following Harlex.

Benvolio, a beleaguered valet in search of a better job, 2 House Velenosa Guards, Harlex leave, following Berenice.

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