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Looks over all the activity going on in the tavern, before spotting a new arrival slouched over, asleep and snoring lightly. Excusing himself from Barnes and Eyronin for a moment, he hops off his stool, gets a warm blanket from behind the bar, and gently places it over the Humbler where he's at. He begins making his way back over to his stool when he hears one of the windows shattering, obviously because someone threw a battle through it, causing him to smirk. He knows that his guard will capture the offender in short order, and the punishment for such disturbance of the peace is to perform various duties for the Monarch...various personal duties. He makes a mental note to make sure the dungeon is adequately equipped later, then completes his stroll back over to his seat.

The Humbler wakes up, shaking off the warm blanket that someone had obviously put on him, feeling rather grateful. He moves to investigat the noise, and, having found no one, turns to the rather imposing figure of Wintermoot.

"Greetings, M'Lord. How does the day find you?"

Wintermoot turns away from the continued bantering between Eryoin and Barnes and finds The Humbler behind him, very obviously awake. He smiles and leans over on his stool closer to him.

"Hey there...so far it's been a very eventful day at the tavern. The barkeeper still hasn't showed up yet, but we have a patrons nonetheless! How about you? How did you sleep? Aren't you a new arrival to these lands? How are you enjoying the region?"

**drops all hints of tedious banter**
"It's been going well! The people here are very nice and the weather is... er... snowy."

Wintermoot nods. "Then it's all as we hope for."

Eyorin shakes himself out of a staring contest with the wall, noticing that Wintermoot had spoken.
"Hmm? Oh! Yes Wintreath is quite welcoming, despite the constant cold."
His lean frame shudders for a moment at the thought of stepping back outside. He then turns and smirks coyly at Moot
"Kind and attractive gentleman abounds to keep one warm through the frigid evenings."

After a long day of campaigning, King Erik walks into the tavern and approaches a bar stool.  "Ale please, barkeep," he announces loudly, and then puts his head down.

The Humbler turns away from talking to Wintermoot and sees the two young men. He thanks Eyorin and looks at the sleeping head of kind Erik. He thinks about it for awhile.

**Checks his blanket for bugs**
**Lays his blanket oveer King Erik**

Stepping back, he grins lightly.

"Thank you, friend," King Erik said and laid his head back down.  This campaigning has been difficult for him and the advisors of Beautifulthing.

All of your drinks have been tampered with some with a deadly poison some with an amazing potion that will increase your sex drive. ENJOY!

All of your drinks have been tampered with some with a deadly poison some with an amazing potion that will increase your sex drive. ENJOY!

So this is the place you went to! Emrys told me you were still alive and I didn't believe him. You made the right decision not being in Ainur anymore, it's a fucking warzone.

There is an implosion of light and sound approximately three feet off the ground, and a surprised looking Klause tumbles to the floor in a state of some undress.

"That's the last time I'm messing with alchemical displacement runes," he mumbles to himself, before seeming to notice his surroundings. "Oh!" He looks down at his uncovered form, then up, then down, before finally muttering "fuck it" and ordering a drink.

Wintermoot is pleased with the sudden addition of eye candy to the tavern.

All of your drinks have been tampered with some with a deadly poison some with an amazing potion that will increase your sex drive. ENJOY!

So this is the place you went to! Emrys told me you were still alive and I didn't believe him. You made the right decision not being in Ainur anymore, it's a fucking warzone.

I have been here long before any of Ainur decided to make its way here. The region is dead and I have nothing to do with it, any conversation about it, or any revival attempts.

Quickly makes a few drinks and passes them around, not really caring on who gets what at this point.

All of your drinks have been tampered with some with a deadly poison some with an amazing potion that will increase your sex drive. ENJOY!

So this is the place you went to! Emrys told me you were still alive and I didn't believe him. You made the right decision not being in Ainur anymore, it's a fucking warzone.

I have been here long before any of Ainur decided to make its way here. The region is dead and I have nothing to do with it, any conversation about it, or any revival attempts.

Quickly makes a few drinks and passes them around, not really caring on who gets what at this point.

*Walks in and takes a drink*
Long before? I mean, you registered in January and I registered in March of 2015