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<Guards> ::after quite a while and many papers filled out, Temire is moved to a small, but tidy and not-entirely-uncomfortable holding cell. Not long after that, the remaining petitioners are shooed outside, as the office is closing in a few moments, and they are assured that their places will be remembered and everything will be attended to in as timely a manner as possible, thankyoupleasegohomenow:: * Nine Fingers nods and smiles and engages in a here-you-take-it-no-here-you-keep-it routine with a guard and his mislabeled form, and is hustled outside quite efficiently. <Orlann> ::Tarri and her group have finished their discussions with Kauriss and hurry to the holding facility just in time to see Nine Fingers deposited neatly outside:: * Temire makes herself as comfortable as she can and tries to remember everything she's ever heard about passing time while in jail. <Tarri> ::to Nine Fingers, worried, in her heavily-accented elven:: {Temire inside? You see her?} <Nine Fingers> Temire inside. With guards. Little forms and pencils. ::he shows Tarri his souvenir:: * Tarri blinks at the pencil. "They expect you to *write* with-" She glances past Nine Fingers at the politely bored-looking guard on the door. She gives the guard a quick, slightly nervous grin, and takes Nine Fingers' arm. "Let's all go talk about this over dinner." * Nine Fingers looks perplexed. "But... Temire inside? Dinner?" <Tarri> We can't do anything to get her out right now. I'm sure they'll feed her. <Nine Fingers> ::his expression brightens:: Ah.. *Dinner*. ::he nods knowingly.:: Yes, we go get 'dinner'. * Orlann gives the holding facility a long once over before turning with Tarri to walk away. "Don't reckon they'd let us in past hours no way." <Tarri> Oh! Thank you for reminding me! ::she runs the few steps up to the guard and gives him her second-best smile.:: When are your visiting hours, please? <Guard> ::blinks at being asked a question by someone so very much the picture of innocence as Tarri:: Huh? Oh, right, ma'am. First light. I can give y' the forms to fill out now, if you want t'save a bit of time? <Tarri> Forms? To- ::she takes a breath:: Yes, thank you. * Guard hands her a few short sheets of paper. These are, thankfully, much shorter than some of the other papers people have been confronted with today. * Tarri takes them and thanks the guard again before returning to her comrades. "There. We can come back at first light. Now, let's go back to the inn and eat. And I still need that bath." <Orlann> ::shakes his head:: Don't reckon anyone can get a bit of work done 'round here, for chasin' all this paper nonsense. <Tarri> ::murmuring and determinedly *not* looking at Nine Fingers:: I'm sure the local forgers must be *rolling* in their gold, though. <Orlann> ::by the time they return to the inn, it is nearly dark and Anyia is waaay past frantic:: <Anyia> Terry, where have you been off to? I am finishing with my bath when the innkeep tells me you have all been arrested? <Tarri> No, not all of us! Just Temire! The rest of us went to see what we could do to get her *out*. <Anyia> ::looks them over quickly:: Too many guards for you to handle, Chult? ::she flexes her hands slightly:: I shall get my blade. <Tarri> *No!* * Orlann looks slightly miffed and mutters something about not being *from* Chult under his breath. <Tarri> ::firmly, to both Anyia and Nine Fingers:: Temire didn't do anything wrong! ::muttered:: ...much. We have to try to get her out legally! <Anyia> And if that does not work? <Orlann> ::shrugs:: We'll be crossin' that bridge when we get to it. <Anyia> ::looks around again:: Where has that fussy... that Ennis-man gone off to? He has not also been arrested? <Tarri> No... ::smirking slightly:: He made a friend. He'll be back... later. <Anyia> ::sniffs:: If you say... ::looks at Tarri:: What is this 'legal' way for your friend to be not arrested? We have not much gold to buy her way, do we? <Tarri> No... but she has a... an acquaintance, here in town, who is wealthy. And the reason Temire is in trouble *now* is because she went a little overboard, helping this person, the last time she was here. So we went to talk to the lady, and she agreed to talk to the magistrate on Temire's behalf. <Anyia> ::rolls her eyes:: We will hear then, what she has to say to this Magnistate. For now, though. Bath, and dinner. You are not to be failing to take care of yourself, from worry. <Nine Fingers> Rich lady not angry with Temire? Then why Temire arrested? <Orlann> ::looks towards the inn:: I reckon I could eat. <Tarri> ::smiles warmly at Orlann:: Let's go in, then. You can have your first course while I take a bath. ::to Nine Fingers:: I don't really understand it, myself. For taking action herself, instead of summoning the city guard, I think? They have some odd laws, here. We'll find out. * Orlann gives Anyia a long look. "Go with her." * Anyia nods and accompanies Tarri off to her bath while the 'gentlemen' get some food. * Nine Fingers looks at Orlann. "Food?" * Orlann nods. "Yeah. C'mon. We'll get us some inroads, before the ladies come back down." He claps the elf on the back lightly and directs him to a table where he begins ordering a sizable meal of breads, cheeses, stew, meat and some pie 'fresh, sors, jus' made this mornin'." <Orlann> ::the night passes without incident, although without papers, Ennis is 'trapped' at the Lord's manor until sunrise when Nola is happy to accompany him back to the market district and point him in the right direction. She leaves him a visitor's scrip, in case he should be in town longer, and wish to come thank her so kindly again:: * Tarri is up with the first light, plainly but neatly dressed, and filling out her visitor's form so that she can go to see Temire. * Nine Fingers has slept in the stables, ostensibly to make sure no one runs off with their horses. <Narrator> ::Temire's night in prison wasn't really all that bad, although boredom was high on her list of complaints. The food was plain, but not bad, and the surroundings certainly more comfortable than she might have expected. The cell was clean and she wasn't kept awake listening to the moans and screams of fellow prisoners. All things considered, it was ... restful:: * Ennis returns to the inn shortly after dawn, looking a little bleary-eyed but otherwise awake and chipper. * Orlann nearly runs over Ennis on his way out to check on the horses and to gather up their wayward ... horse-guard. <Orlann> ::raises an eyebrow at Ennis, but doesn't say a word about the man's somewhat dishevelled appearance:: * Ennis shrugs with an easy smile. "Couldn't return wi'out papers. All's well?" <Orlann> ::snorts:: Reckon Miss Mira wouldn't say so, but ain't no more untoward events happened here, less'n that Nine-fingers run off with th' horses or something. * Nine Fingers stumbles out of the stall, stretching and picking straw out of his hair. "No running." <Orlann> ::grins:: No, I reckon not. Tarri's bein' a doll and fillin' out all that mess of papers for us. You comin' with, or no? <Ennis> Found out a tidbit 'r two about th' scapegrace th' lass is said t' have killed. Dunno if it'd help her case any, but I c'n prob'ly finger who pressed th' case. <Nine Fingers> ::nodding:: Coming along am, yes. <Ennis> Me too. ::running a hand over his hair and straightening his shirt:: * Tarri comes out of the inn, a sheaf of forms folded in one hand. "Are the horses- Oh, good morning, Master Ennis!" She grins at him widely. <Orlann> ::makes a small, lopsided smile:: Don't reckon Tarri's gonna be delighted t'fill out everyone's papers... Oh! Are y'done then, darling? * Ennis offers Tarri a small bow and a genial smile in return for her broad grin. "Top o' th' mornin' t' ye, lass." <Tarri> ::brandishes the forms:: You all have to put your own signatures on the forms, or a mark, but that has to wait until we get there. I even made up one for you, Master Ennis, just in case you managed to drag yourself out of- um, bed. ::she grins a little wider, and takes Orlann's arm:: Are we ready? <Orlann> ::snickers behind his hand:: I am. Where'd your shadow run off at, or is she scrubbin' all her skin off again? ::glances upwards towards the bathing room:: * Nine Fingers looks up, following Orlann's gaze, and then looks back at the ground. <Tarri> She's settling with the innkeep for breakfast. She'll be along in a minute. <Anyia> ::sniffs at Orlann as she walks out of the inn:: I am not so very behind, Chult. ::she takes up a guard position behind Tarri without a glance at the rest of the men:: <Ennis> ::grins at Tarri:: Say what ye like, lass, but I slept in a fine, soft bed yesternight. As I was allus taught, good manners are their own reward. ::he grins roguishly at her, a twinkle in his eye:: * Anyia doesn't say anything to Ennis so loudly that it is almost audible anyway. <Tarri> ::laughs at Ennis' innuendo:: Well, let's go cheer up Temire, then. And maybe we'll find out if they'll let her go... <Narrator> ::despite the Selgaunt's love of paperwork, very few people seem to be fond of dawn hours and the holding facility is most empty when they arrive. Perhaps from sheer stubbornness, they are kept waiting at least a half-hour before being escorted to a visiting room. Somewhat after that, Temire is escorted in. The group is all locked in the room together with instructions to knock on the door when they're done:: <Tarri> Mira! ::launches herself at the younger girl and embraces her:: Are you all right? <Anyia> ::takes up a position at the door, leaning against the wall and watching to see how much the guard is paying attention through the door:: * Nine Fingers starts a slow lap around the visiting room, looking at the walls, any openings, the floors, the door.... <Narrator> ::the room contains a few hard wood pieces of furniture, bolted to the floor, a tiny barred window, and two doors, one that leads out towards the public areas and the other that leads towards the cells:: * Ennis lets Tarri get her worry out of her system, surveying Temire carefully from a step or two back to see if she seems ill-treated at all. * Temire returns Tarri's hug enthusiastically, "I'm fine except for having spent the night being subjected to the worst jokes in all of creation. I'm not sure my sense of humor will ever recover." * Ennis raises an eyebrow. "Didn't this think lot went in f'r torture." <Tarri> ::blinks at Temire, confused:: ...Jokes? * Ennis smiles weakly. "Sorry, lass. Th' good news is, we found th' dama f'r ye, and she's agreed t' come an' testify on y'r behalf." * Temire smiles, "Sorry Tarri, I was trying to make one." <Nine Fingers> Jokes? Know joke! Is about road. And chicken. Not funny in elven, though. <Tarri> ::smiles weakly at Nine Fingers:: It's not funny in Common, either. * Anyia stares at Nine-fingers for a brief moment, then laughs. <Nine Fingers> Oh. ::mutters:: {I guess the translation was more accurate than I thought it was.} <Temire> ::turning serious:: So you found Kauriss, that's good. Has anyone actually been able to find out what I'm in here for. I assume it has to do with when I rescued Ilya, but no one's given me any details. * Ennis glances around, lowering his voice slightly. "Dunno if it'd be o' help t' ye, but I also found out a bit o' gossip about th' one ye're said t' have killed." * Temire nods for Ennis to continue. <Ennis> Seems Master Lorenz Cobbler were a bit o' th' black sheep f'r his family. He has a brother, Hubard, a local merchanter. Hubard did quite well f'r himself, 'til his brother died. I'd wager he's the one that swore out th' writ against ye. * Temire tilts her head to one side looking perplexed, "How would his brother's death effect his business?" <Anyia> ::stretches up on her toes to peer out the tiny barred window in the door, looking out towards a slight disturbance in the hallway:: * Ennis rubs his chin. "Dunno if it'd do any good t' black his name in turn, but... strikes me there must be *summat* rotten there." * Temire runs her hand through her white lock of hair, "Lovely. He's skimming from his brother, his brother gets himself killed, and so he comes after me because I'm a convenient target. I swear, the orcs should have made a mess of this place." <Ennis> ::shrugs to Temire:: Honest merchanter, black sheep brother... by all lights, it shouldn't. But... *dis*honest merchanter... there could be summat there." <Ennis> Bad apples in every barrel, lass. Not yer fault ye bit th' worm, so t' speak. <Tarri> ::chews her lip and looks at Orlann:: We could... maybe... look around a little. That wouldn't hurt anything, would it? * Kauriss sweeps into the room like a breeze. Her dress, what there is of it, is cut scandalously low for this early in the day and clings to her legs. "Well, good morning, Mira, darling. I hope you weren't waiting too, too terribly long." She laughs, a silvery glissando of sound. "But, be that as it may..." She waves a tightly rolled parchment. "I, for once, have come to *your* rescue. Do remember to mention it to Ilarion." * Ennis does his best not to gape. Or stare. Or, well, anything else. * Nine Fingers swallows. * Orlann turns an interesting shade of mauve and stares intently at a very interesting brick on the floor. * Temire blinks stupidly at Kauriss's unexpected entrance for a few moments, then defaults to her first teacher for how to handle situations like this. "You have my eternal and undying gratitude Kauriss." Dropping to one knee Temire takes Kauriss's hand and kisses the fingers lightly. * Ennis clears his throat and closes his mouth with a faint click, muttering an aside to Nine-fingers. "Breathe, lad." <Kauriss> ::beams, obviously pleased with both Temire's grovelling and the various obvious non-stares of the menfolk in the room:: How delightful. I'm sure I'll be able to think of something to do with all this wondrous gratitude." She looks around at the men again, her breathing putting undue stress on the thin silk of her gown:: Is anyone hungry? I'm sure we can all have a very charming breakfast back at my manor. * Tarri raises an eyebrow at the men, and then at Temire, and then examines Kauriss' dress in an attempt to ascertain whether it would have the same effect if *she* were wearing it instead -- and if so, whether she could make a similar garment. <Anyia> ::makes a strangled sound at Kauriss's not-very-subtle innuendo and mutters something in her own language:: * Temire rises and offers Kauriss a sweeping bow, "We would be honored to partake of your company for even an instant longer m'lady." * Tarri starts to roll her eyes, then decides that Kauriss deserves at least minimal respect for getting her friend out of jail. She very pointedly takes Orlann's arm. "A little breakfast would be welcome, thank you." <Kauriss> ::pats Temire's cheek:: Very nice. Too bad you're not a man. I'm sure Rusty is very... happy to put such manners to service. Shall we, then? ::she hands the roll of parchment to Temire:: * Ennis blinks, still a little stunned by both the vision that is Kauriss and the suddenly-courtly Temire. <Anyia> ::falls in behind Tarri in guard position, her own eyes not so well restrained as Tarri's:: * Temire blushes as she takes the parchment, though her expression sags when Kauriss's back is turned. <Nine Fingers> ::quietly, to Ennis:: We go? * Orlann takes Tarri's arm to follow along after Kauriss, carefully trying not to notice exactly how much of the woman's shapely backside is outlined by her dress. <Ennis> ::murmuring back to him, breath-soft:: Th' lady's invited us to breakfast, aye. Dunno what she's managed overnight, but I dearly hope she's not meanin' t' ask us t' kill someone else in return. * Nine Fingers nods and follows everyone else out. * Ennis accompanies Nine-Fingers, doing his best not to look at Kauriss's... well... |
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