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Roosje Greenfields
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« Reply #105 on: February 08, 2009, 11:03:03 PM »

Roosje's eyes were riveted on the group which had gathered in the room. From their conversation, she pieced together that they had found something - someone, a body, in one of the other rooms. None of them actually bothered explaining anything to the little group of three Brownies sitting on the bed though. When Rookie moved closer and whispered to them (why did she whisper? None of the others were very likely to know Browniin anyway), Roosje looked at her doubtingly. If they had killed someone, where was the blood? But then she remembered that the brownbark's Tharian wasn't quite as good as her own, and it was probably very easy to misunderstand the conversation.

Before she could say anything about that, though, Rookie called out to the group. Luckily she didn't add her suspicions, she only asked what was going on. Since Roosje wanted to know the exact same thing, she didn't say anything to Rookie about how she thought her suspicions were wrong, and just turned her attention towards the bigfolk, trying to determine who was going to answer. She did feel kind of offended, though, that apparently everybody knew what was going on except for the three of them. They could have had the courtesy of telling them in advance what the problem was, instead of waiting for them to actually ask for the details. All they got was a question if they'd seen anything 'suspicious' in their room (what were they supposed to have seen? And where? Behind one of those frikking big doors that they wouldn't even be able to open?). With eyes that were somewhat less mistrustful, but a little more offended than Rookie's, she watched the people and waited for the answer.
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« Reply #106 on: February 09, 2009, 12:02:43 PM »

   A high-pitched voice cut through the silence that had followed Menora’s last words.  Turning, she saw just how agitated Rookie had got.  Roosje also looked annoyed, and they both seemed to be demanding a thorough explanation of what had happened.
   “Mannix found a dead body in his wardrobe,” Menora explained in as clear a voice as she could muster.  “We don’t know who it was, or who did it, but I think we need to find the owner, or the bartender, to try and get some answers.  I also think it’s best if we stick together for the time being.  What do you think?  Will you help us find them?  Or would you rather stay here?”
   Just then, a flash of lightning came bursting silently in through the window.  It illuminated the whole room in a stark, erratic light.  Menora noticed a few brave cockroaches that had snuck out of their hiding places, and stamped on one, causing the others to flee.  A deep, ominous peal of thunder then shook the thin pane of glass that gazed out at the deep darkness.  Menora’s grip tightened slightly on her knife’s handle, as she waited for a response from the little and big folk alike.
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« Reply #107 on: February 19, 2009, 05:46:10 PM »

Seh’nara spoke no other words besides her statement of doom. She felt like everyone must have felt; that they should do something soon. Really soon. Abruptly, a high pitched voice broke the brief silence, making Seh’nara jump. For a moment there, she had forgotten the little people; such was the stress of the current situation. As Menora calmly answered Rookie’s query, Seh’nara couldn’t take it any longer. The fact that they were not moving unnerved her too much for her to just stand there.

The elfess started to pace the room. Anything to move and not feel so… exposed. The thunder outside wasn’t helping much either. Every peal was heralded by a blinding flash of lightning and empathised by the rattling of the derelict inn.  “I feel like a sitting duck,” she muttered darkly to no one in particular. “I feel like we’re sitting ducks,” she added, louder this time. Silver, sitting by the door, gave a bark, as if to say that he agreed. Though Seh knew that he was just responding to her merely speaking, it still gave her hope that someone might agree.

“This,” she said, motioning to the group, “… is getting nowhere. I’m going to find the witch that owns this place, alone or not. Staying here discussing while we should be doing seems foolhardy to me. In fact, safety in numbers, and safety in movement.”
The motto was something she believed in, and it came from hard earned experience out in the many forests she had travelled through. If it applied in the forest, it might as well apply here. After all, it wasn’t like there weren’t parallels. The forest was the inn; the predator was the innkeeper; and they were the prey.

Filled with determination, Seh’nara turned to the open door, her hazel eyes hard. The corridor in front of her ended in darkness, and not for the first time, a prick of old fear slipped through her armour of bravado. She didn’t flinch though, or stop walking out, with Silver following silently. She only hoped, secretly, silently, that one of them would follow.
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« Reply #108 on: March 08, 2009, 02:49:20 PM »

   Menora followed Seh’nara and her wolf out of the room, also hoping that the others’ would follow.
   The most obvious place to search for the eerie innkeeper, or her sinister bartender, was back in the main common room where they had all met.  Menora was glad when Seh’nara started to climb back down the stairs, as it showed that she was thinking the same thing.
   As far as she could see, nothing had changed in the cold, inhospitable room; and yet it felt very different.  It was hard to put into words, but Menora felt oppressed by something; something unseen, but real, nonetheless.  Indeed, it seemed as though somebody was watching her every movement, like a hungry spider watching a fly.  It made her uneasy, and as she stood there, listening to the relentless rain beat down, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.
   The silence inside the building was swelling like a drowned man’s belly, and Menora knew that she had to do something to burst it.
   “Ahoy, there!” she shouted, the words coming louder than she had expected.  Perhaps unsurprisingly, there was no reply.  The only answer to her yell was a distant rumble of thunder.  “Perhaps we should check the kitchen?” she suggested, pointing to the room behind the bar.
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« Reply #109 on: March 08, 2009, 07:08:18 PM »

Roosje was very much ready to follow the two women out of the room. She wanted to leave the cockroaches as far behind as she possibly could. "Let's go." she told her fellow Brownies, and with that urged Inuya forward and off the bed. The fox padded out of the room and back down the stairs, the same way that she had come not so long ago in the other direction.

She was close behind Menora, and when the woman called out Roosje jumped up with beating hard. By the spirit of the Council tree, she was not built for this kind of thing! Trying to calm her nerves, she pressed forward, so that she was now inbetween Menora and Seh'nara. Inuya's tail brushed Menora's leg as she passed, though Roosje didn't notice. However, she did not pass Seh'nara. She was not really that eager to be the first to go into the kitchen. She wondered what they would find there.

For a fleeting moment Roosje wondered how on Caelereth she had managed to land in a situation like this one. Wasn't it ridiculous? But there she was, as nervous as she was tall (which was admittedly not very tall, but she was still strung as taut as her bowstring). She concentrated on the kitchen door and waited for someone - Seh'nara? - to open the door.
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« Reply #110 on: March 10, 2009, 10:28:16 PM »

As if some spirit was controlling the weather just to frighten them, a bright white flash of lightening suddenly illuminated the dingy room, showing really how uncared-for it was.  Dust piled up around the edges of the floor and the wooden boarding had a nibbled look about it.  She supposed she should have guessed from the sheer number of little beasties, so many could not be normal.  A couple of moments after the flash, thunder followed, a low ominous rumble which sounded as if it was felt through the feet rather than heard.  Rookie shivered as she jumped onto her falcon and swooped after the others out of the room.

The Brownie kept her mount behind the humans as they moved down the stairs, using the complicated and slightly uncomfortable technique of hovering on the spot.  The movement of the bird's wings and the effort it took it to stay aloft made her feel slightly nauseous and she struggled to keep the meat dinner down.  It was still preferable to going ahead though.....

There was no one about in the common area where they had had their dinner, and no one came when Menora called out.  Strange, considering the size of the place.  Had....something......eaten them?  Or left them in a cupboard somewhere.  Her heart began to beat faster and faster, increasing the feeling of nausea.  Eww.  She steered her mount onto a nearby table breathing deeply to calm her and her stomach.
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