Seeking Opportunity - RPLOG

A fine afternoon. The summer heat drives many to the comfort of places just like this, where alcoholic and chilled drinks are available. Work is also available, drawing others to seek the cool shade of the Freeswords' Inn. Playing to the right as one enters is a bard, deft fuzzy fingers running over a guitar in soft strumming. A tin cup in front of him encourages tips.
A badger enters the room her large frame gressed in a simple robe. With a simple grunt she takes a seat at the and begins looking over to the room while listening to the soft sounds of music. "Aaaaah." She relaxes watching the bard with almost envious fansination of his musical talent.
Bite slithers into the Inn, using her legs to add a bit of swagger to the movement, in an attempt to find something to do. The drop in temperature bothers her slightly, making her visably wince as she seeks a seat to coil upon. She looks towards the guitarist and giggles for what to others may seem like no reason at all. She finally takes a seat and seeks out ways to order a drink.
A young cat-boy ambles into the in. He is shirtless and panting to cool himself from the heat outside. His tail swishes side to side in an almost agitated manner while his ears flatten down on his head. It isn't long before those keen ears are perking at the sound of music, his body shifting back and forth to the rhythm of the bard. "Oooooh, you play nice." A clawed hand slips into a pocket. It's flipped into the air and lands nicely into the little tin cup.
A serving wench, a raccoon with a Small Folk seal on her shoulder worn proudly, takes Bite's order with a smile, recommending, "The Peach Fizz. Just in season. You'll adore it. Not too hard for the middle of the day," And off she goes to fetch with tray held high.
Walking in, a canine looking thylacine gazes around, their eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the interior. Long mouth curling into a grin, they tap their foot in time to the bardic tune as they pause then, dropping some coins into his cup they prepare to head toward the bar itself.
The guitar player smiles at the sound of coin striking his cup. He has a Clever Folk seal, though his is worn on the front of his tunic. The rabbit inclines ears towards Kas, "And you're full of the Creator's own spirit. Let me tell you a tale more interesting, in return for your generosity. An opportunity, awaiting talented folk, like yourself," he says, giving the guitar a soft strum, "If you're looking for work."
Kilsa ear's perk up at the mention of work and she stands up. "Hmmm." Her large frame doesn't allow for any discretion as she ambles close to the gituarist while pretending to be looking for a crown that she dropped. Her ears perked up as she takes a much closer seat near the rabbit.
The cat boy grins wildly, hopping from foot to foot, excited at the prospect of a story. It's with an almost child-like anticipation that he grins at the clever rabbit. He himself has a seal of the Graceful as a belt buckle. "Oh please do, I like stories. Work too."
Bite perks up and begins to listen to the guitarist who speaks to the cat, curious what work this could be. She also anxiously awaits "The Peach Fizz" as she does so, flicking her tongue out in anticipating habit.
Raising an eyebrow, Monique grins a little, showing off her big smile, "Work would be just as welcome as a story now, friend." she says, finding a seat nearby and trying to get the serving girl's attention to bring a drink.
The wench is not hard to draw forth. She comes along, moving around other beings to reach Bite first, dropping off a tall mug of amber colored drink with a fizzy top. Its smell is a mixture of ale and fruit, promising refreshment. A smile, and she is off to Monique next, dutifully tending the bar as it were. The fizz is offered, clearly a special going on.
The rabbit nods his head once before he begins to play a soft jaunty tune, "There once was a being with muscles of steel, he tended the land of his humble farm. He knew only the sweat of a day's hard work, and by the Creator's good will he swore. Twas a mighty shame when bandits came around, the patrol they waited to pass. Not a man of his family left still standing, just a sad farmer returned to the ash." Strangely chipper music for a somber tale.
Kilsa frowns a little at the creepy rabbits tale, "Not a fan of this tail." She grumbles under her breath. Her mind still focused on making a few crowns and filling her own pockets. She watches the rooms and notices she isn't the only one listening in.
Nodding to the racoon girl, Monique doesn't want to say a word to interrupt the bard's tune, happy to be out of the sun and have a tune to listen to.
Kas's happy little bouncing comes to a slow stop, his ears and shoulders drooping a bit. "That's... Kinda sad," He shuffles from foot to foot.
Bite takes the drink and kicks most of it back, taking large gulps and wiping her lips. She looks to the rabbit and frowns, not at all lilking the progress in this story at all. 'Hopefully it has a happy end' she thinks and flicks her tail tip about on the ground. (seriously had this typed out before kilsas pose x.x)
Waiting for her drink, the thylacine girl thinks over the tune so far, trying to think of any other ways the story could be looked at.
The rabbit's fingers dance lightly across the strings, "Oh don't give me that look, good beings. You're searching for the happy ending, but have no fear, that is where you come in," A soft tickling of claws across the strings creates an upward scale, "Because the farmer yet lives, and he has not given up. He wishes his farm returned. The guards would rather wait for them to grow bored and leave on their own." A strum, "But I think some are more willing to act than lazy city guard, braver and eager to collect the farmer's bounty as well?" he trails the last, a teasing offer to be sure.
The waiting girl settles a drink before Monique, nodding in thanks and moving behind the bar. No money is forcefully collected at time of delivery, but all soulless have to return to the freeswords at some point. No tab stays unpaid for too long.
Kilsa smirks at the ideal, "Now this is better..." She smirks known that the rabbit has caught most of the ease droppers. "Alright, So where is this place? Sing of where the services of a battle priest may be needed." She blushes not used to being so forward with her request for work.
Bite seems a little excited when she hears the word bounty. "Where?" she hisses out in a hurried tone, then seems to look a little embarassed as she goes back to her drink.
Taking a long pull of her drink, Monique tilts her head a little, not quite as forward as the others, she is clearly waiting for the bard to tell where the job is.
"You warm a being's heart," says the bard, "To hear such eagerness for justice." He withdraws a hand and tucks into the tunic, pulling out a small paper, folded, and setting it aside on the table he is beside, "I'm sure the farmer will be all the more pleased to see the lot of you. Don't think bandits should be allowed free reign over good citizens." A soft plink on the strings, and he slips to his feet, leaving the paper behind.
A young squirrel pads into the Inn, little nose twitching as he moves along on all fours. The young lad's brown eyes move across the inn's customers, and he makes his way to an empty seat, a distance away from the others. His paws fiddle with the rope that ties his shorts, and he watches the group quietly.
Bite moves towards the rabbit and ensures that they accept 15 crowns, smiling at them. "Thank you for the wonderful story and music sssweetheart, I hope to see you again sometime." she hisses and bows as best she can before returning to her drink, finishing it up in one swoop.