The Golden Perch Inn

[Newsman]

Vehil watched the angry dwarf leave. He smelled the ale on the dwarf's breath and was thankful no one had been hurt. Vehil moved his hands away from his knives and allowed himself to relax, if only for the moment. Since the confrontation, a new elf had come in calling for a room for her wounded sister.

Well, I better go see if there is anything I can do to help. Vehil moved toward the window where the elf was standing. He hated talking to girls, he had always been bad at it. Still, Vehil took a deep breath and introduced himself to elf maid.

[Elfchick7]

Luriniel regarded the elf coolly. He seemed earnest in his desire to help but so had many others.

Without responding to his introduction with one of her own, she spoke calmly, "I thank you for your offer to help. Have you any skill with herbs? My sister has wound that is in great need of attendance." She turned the hobbit who seemed to be the innkeeper, "I will fetch my sister now, if you would be so kind to show me to a room."

Not waiting for the hobbit to answer, Luriniel walked out of the door and helped her sister stand. Together, the elves walked over to the innkeeper.

Nienna surveyed her new surroundings with caution. Her shoulder burned with pain and she winced as she moved forward. Alarmed at the sight of other elves, she turned to Luriniel questioningly. As she received no reaction, Nienna became calm once again.

[Newsman]

Well that went well. Vehil cringed as the elf-maid moved outside to bring in her sister. The wounded elf looked off guard, and somewhat helpless at first, yet seemed to calm down quickly. Vehil figured that he should probably help as much as he could.

"I do have some knowledge of my herbs, once we get her settled I can try to take a look at it if you wish." Vehil never was as good with healing as any of his other family members. But this was a maid in need, and he had to do the best he could regardless.

He took a quick glance outside and tried to find out what the crazy dwarf was doing. Vehil couldn't help but remember the last time he had been on the recieving end of a Dwarf's anger. He had been lucky to escape that one with his life. Vehil quickly snapped out of his reminiscence, there were matter to attend to now, he would deal with the past later.

[Elfchick7]

Nienna looked up at the elf who had offered to help care for her injury in wonder. She could not remember the last time someone had voluntarily offered help. His honesty helpful expression caused her to smile.

"I thank you, sir," she spoke, "it has been a long while since we have seen a friendly face. I am called Nienna and this, my sister, is Luriniel. Your help is much appreciated."

She noticed her sister's upset demeanor and thought to herself, I know that Luriniel does not think that we should trust anyone but I can't spend all of my life running from my father's sin. It is time to move on.

Giving her sister a smile of reassurance, Nienna asked, "Luriniel, where did you say our room was?"

"I am not sure." Luriniel answered. The sisters turned to the innkeeper, who, to them, seemed overwhelmed by the ruckus.

[Forest Elf]

Gable raised her head at the commotion. She sat and watched as a dwarf came down shouting and trampling around, clearly upset. She wondered what could upset the dwarf, but her ears were refusing to work, even though she was an elf. After a while of studying what was going on around her things finally clicked into place. The dwarf was missing a ring…an elf was injured and needed help.

Gable stood and walked over to the new elves. Then she taking a deep breath and said, “I can get the healer, if you wish me to. He has already helped a few around here.” She looked from one elf to the next, ready to help out. The mystery of the pony’s owner can wait, Gable thought to herself, right now the elf needs help.

[Elfchick7]

Luriniel turned in surprise as the new elf joined them. She had not counted on so many elves lodging at the hobbit inn. We will need to depart with haste if anyone recognizes us. It has been very long since we have had close contact with any of our kind but one can never be too careful. If we seem too friendly or too cautious they will begin to ask questions.

"Who is this healer you speak of? Of what race is he? Can he heal such a wound?" Luriniel pointed to Nienna's shoulder. Nienna pulled down her sleeve to reveal a horribly inflamed wound. The flesh all around was swollen and pink and the wound itself was dark shade purple. A rancid odor escaped from the sore and Nienna covered it once again.

[mormegil]

Kuric stomped furiously about; he had circled the building twice, including the stable, and hadn’t seen a trace of any thieves. Kuric always considered himself to be quite the tracker, a veritable ranger, though the truth was far from that. Generally Kuric tracked and hunted big oafish creatures that hardly disguised their tracks, but so caught up in his anger and self-delusion that he was convinced that since he didn’t see any evidence to the contrary that the culpable party must still be in the inn. “They’re trying ta outsmart me” Kuric chuckled. "I won't let that happen," While still furious he was glad for the excitement and loved a hunt especially one with treasure at the end, for truly is there a better treasure than recovering one’s own.

Having decided that the culprits were still in the inn, he remembered a strange elf that had jumped up and feigned to offer help to him. “That blighter, I’ll bet it’d be him that took me ring, and he’ll pay for his theft and lies.” Kuric audibly mumbled to himself.

Jogging back to the inn entrance Kuric slammed open the door again and scanned the room until he found the elf in question, Vehil by name though Kuric did not know it yet. Having found him, Kuric slung his mace over his left shoulder and yelled at him while pointing at him with his right “Elf, stay right there you’ve got to answer for what ye did.”