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Susan Delgado · 01-04-2003, 02:40 AM

"What?"
"How?"
"Dead?"

Gondeithel shook his head wearily. "You all know he was getting older-" He ignored Remdil's interjection of, "He wasn't that old!" and continued as if the man hadn't spoken, "and there was another of those cursed bar brawls the other night and, well, you know..." He trailed off, too discouraged to continue. The others could finish the thought without his help anyway. Indeed, Remdil seemed to be in shock, but Eolinda was cursing loudly and creatively. Hearing her, Remdil woke up. He waited until she started repeating herself, then grabbed her horse's reins and started toward Garolin at a dead gallop. He was gratified to see that his sensible daughter was already a mile away. Gondeithel turned to follow and they left the Elves and Carathon to stare after them in confusion and consternation.
The Garoliners arrived to find the Inn closed, a natural state of affairs with the owner dead, and a small crowd waiting outside, apparently waiting for Gondeithel's return. They were relieved to see Remdil and Eolinda and when the wanderers had entered, they dispersed to their homes, confident the Inn would reopen in due time.

It was evident that a meeting of all employees and retainers was vital to the Inn's survival. The problem with the fighting had progressed gradually and no one realised how bad it had become. Someone suggested not serving ale anymore--that got a laugh--but no one could think of any really viable solution to the problem other than relocating to a quieter town, which of course was impossible, but therein lay the problem. No one had noticed the Inn getting rowdier because Garolin had gotten rowdier right along with it. It was a vicious cycle and nothing could be done about the town end. The Inn end, though, well, the best solution they could come up with was more and bigger bouncers (Remdil immediately thought of Gondeithel and found him willing to work in the Inn's comfort) and more watchfulness on everyone's part.
Carathon, Brando, and the Elves showed up about an hour after the meeting broke up. The Men were given permanentt rooms upstairs and the Elves seemed inclined to stay as well. It seemed they wanted to talk, or maybe just drink. It was hard to tell which, at least in Dineniel's case. Either or, Remdil and Eolinda were happy to oblige.

[ January 04, 2003: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ]

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Susan Delgado The Perished Flame Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: behind my eyes Posts: 1,096	"What?" "How?" "Dead?" Gondeithel shook his head wearily. "You all know he was getting older-" He ignored Remdil's interjection of, "He wasn't that old!" and continued as if the man hadn't spoken, "and there was another of those cursed bar brawls the other night and, well, you know..." He trailed off, too discouraged to continue. The others could finish the thought without his help anyway. Indeed, Remdil seemed to be in shock, but Eolinda was cursing loudly and creatively. Hearing her, Remdil woke up. He waited until she started repeating herself, then grabbed her horse's reins and started toward Garolin at a dead gallop. He was gratified to see that his sensible daughter was already a mile away. Gondeithel turned to follow and they left the Elves and Carathon to stare after them in confusion and consternation. The Garoliners arrived to find the Inn closed, a natural state of affairs with the owner dead, and a small crowd waiting outside, apparently waiting for Gondeithel's return. They were relieved to see Remdil and Eolinda and when the wanderers had entered, they dispersed to their homes, confident the Inn would reopen in due time. It was evident that a meeting of all employees and retainers was vital to the Inn's survival. The problem with the fighting had progressed gradually and no one realised how bad it had become. Someone suggested not serving ale anymore--that got a laugh--but no one could think of any really viable solution to the problem other than relocating to a quieter town, which of course was impossible, but therein lay the problem. No one had noticed the Inn getting rowdier because Garolin had gotten rowdier right along with it. It was a vicious cycle and nothing could be done about the town end. The Inn end, though, well, the best solution they could come up with was more and bigger bouncers (Remdil immediately thought of Gondeithel and found him willing to work in the Inn's comfort) and more watchfulness on everyone's part. Carathon, Brando, and the Elves showed up about an hour after the meeting broke up. The Men were given permanentt rooms upstairs and the Elves seemed inclined to stay as well. It seemed they wanted to talk, or maybe just drink. It was hard to tell which, at least in Dineniel's case. Either or, Remdil and Eolinda were happy to oblige. [ January 04, 2003: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ] __________________ "Man as a whole, Man pitted against the universe, have we seen him at all 'til we see that he is like a hero in a fairy tale?"