Exton

That sounds like Raina... always has to be in the thick of things... or at least she used to be...

Tannrs smile fades as he watches a slight, cloaked figure enter from the back of the tavern. The figure looks around, taking note of the patrons, then takes a seat at the far end of the bar. Monty smiles at the newcomer and sets a glass of red wine on the bar within the persons reach. As a small slim hand reaches for the glass the hood slips back a bit and Tannr schools his features in order not to show the surprise he was feeling.

Inari! What is she doing here? Why would Queen Titania send her ambassador here? Could the Drow be here already?

Tannr catches Keons eye and slowly looks over to the bar. Keons gaze follows and he nods. “I am not surprised that the Ambassador is here. She is another that watches over Star and she is good friends with K'thyri...” Keon laughs at the looks on Tannrs face. “So the Wyldfae gave you a run for your money did she?”

Tannr takes a drink of the mead set before him. “I could have cheerfully strangled her any number of times on the way here. Good thing I didnt, my sister would never have forgiven me for that...”

Everyone at the table starts to laugh, especially Gunnaar, who knows Ky and Raina well.

“I am sure she can be a handful, but she has a good heart... and is fiercely loyal to those she cares about. Rumor has it Inari and K'thyri saved each other at the Battle of Three Rivers. Most did not survive that one. They have been close ever since..”

Tannr nods and for the hundredth time since coming to this realm wondered about his sisters relationships. Raina had always been one to do what she wanted, but in the boundaries of what her family expected of her. But things were different now, as a quick glance around the room could easily verify. Some of the women dressed in barely anything, the dancing was provocative, and people seemed much more open about things. Not that living in a long house or a camp at the Unformed Plane gave a person any privacy, it just seemed different here.

Guunnar notices the glance and the look on Tannrs face. He makes a note to ask Raina about her brother, the sudden silences and almost withdrawn expressions. He drains his mug and slams it on the table. “So... little man... you vant to arm wressle?”

Tannr grins, “Oh yeah, we can arm wrestle.” He stands and leans towards Keon, “Coppertop, Little man... what is it with people here? I have a name..” He sits across from Gunnaar and rolls up his shirt sleeve. “Are you sure about this, Old man?”