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Bêthberry · 05-31-2005, 08:04 PM

"Enough, enough," spoke the Innkeeper, as Degas kicked the brigand and stood over him threateningly. "The guards from the Golden Hall will arrive any minute and to the justice of Edoras must your complaint be taken, Rand."

The man scowled at her and muttered deep oaths under his breath.

"If you have a wrong to be avenged, if you have been tricked and deceived, if you have lost what is rightfully yours, then rather than resort to bullying threats, you must take your case to be ajudicated. But you must give me your word that you will forego all violent means of regress here. We are an inn, where people meet to rest their weary, tired feet and restore their sense of goodness in the day. We are not a tawdry ring for fisticuffs and smackdowns."

Rand glared at her. Had he been well enough, he might have considered spitting in her face.

They were interrupted by a knock, nay, two knocks upon the door. The first was for the guards from the Golden Hall, who surveyed the surroundings and immediately fell to, cuffing Rand and battering his head. Bethberry spoke up against them.

"The man has erred in bringing hostility to the Inn, but do not repeat his offense."

The guards looked with some wonderment at the Innkeeper.

"Treat him civilly, for he will not come to understand his error if you yourselves succumb to the same means of control and persuasion."

"Innkeeper, little do you know..." began one of the guards.

"I know more than you credit me with. Take him by all means and be wary of him. He does not recognise any right but his own might. Yet still he might be made to see the error of his ways if we all show him better ways." Bethberry looked upon the guards with a stern, forbidding glare that broke through their petty shields of authority.

They trundled the brigand off, with gentler hands than they might otherwise have. Hidden behind the door was Falco, not much taller than the serviceberry shrub by the door. He stood there pulling his tunic down and nodding 'here, here' after the guards, but he went unseen by the Innkeeper. Bethberry turned to the second messenger.

"Odessa, Faleron, be off with you to Minas Tirith. And listen to your aunt Ioreth next time before you run off on a cockamanie adventure."

Spying Eowdwine with Guthryn, Bethberry sank down in a chair beside Ruthven and the dwarf Oin. Not a beer did she crave, but a pot of tea, and some fresh berries with biscuits and cream. Something to lighten the mood, hers no less than that of the others.

05-31-2005, 08:04 PM	#477
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	"Enough, enough," spoke the Innkeeper, as Degas kicked the brigand and stood over him threateningly. "The guards from the Golden Hall will arrive any minute and to the justice of Edoras must your complaint be taken, Rand." The man scowled at her and muttered deep oaths under his breath. "If you have a wrong to be avenged, if you have been tricked and deceived, if you have lost what is rightfully yours, then rather than resort to bullying threats, you must take your case to be ajudicated. But you must give me your word that you will forego all violent means of regress here. We are an inn, where people meet to rest their weary, tired feet and restore their sense of goodness in the day. We are not a tawdry ring for fisticuffs and smackdowns." Rand glared at her. Had he been well enough, he might have considered spitting in her face. They were interrupted by a knock, nay, two knocks upon the door. The first was for the guards from the Golden Hall, who surveyed the surroundings and immediately fell to, cuffing Rand and battering his head. Bethberry spoke up against them. "The man has erred in bringing hostility to the Inn, but do not repeat his offense." The guards looked with some wonderment at the Innkeeper. "Treat him civilly, for he will not come to understand his error if you yourselves succumb to the same means of control and persuasion." "Innkeeper, little do you know..." began one of the guards. "I know more than you credit me with. Take him by all means and be wary of him. He does not recognise any right but his own might. Yet still he might be made to see the error of his ways if we all show him better ways." Bethberry looked upon the guards with a stern, forbidding glare that broke through their petty shields of authority. They trundled the brigand off, with gentler hands than they might otherwise have. Hidden behind the door was Falco, not much taller than the serviceberry shrub by the door. He stood there pulling his tunic down and nodding 'here, here' after the guards, but he went unseen by the Innkeeper. Bethberry turned to the second messenger. "Odessa, Faleron, be off with you to Minas Tirith. And listen to your aunt Ioreth next time before you run off on a cockamanie adventure." Spying Eowdwine with Guthryn, Bethberry sank down in a chair beside Ruthven and the dwarf Oin. Not a beer did she crave, but a pot of tea, and some fresh berries with biscuits and cream. Something to lighten the mood, hers no less than that of the others. Last edited by Bêthberry; 06-01-2005 at 12:32 PM.