9th of Harvester 383ONT, 11:41pm, The Accidental Pudding Inn, Common Room, High Port, Elven Court
Most of the crew was still awake. The injured had found a peaceful sleep, but the remainder of them sat, absorbing the company of one another. Mandy and Taaj had at last come down and found a booth in the corner to snuggle in as a cheery fire crackled. While most of the crew held a drink, few drank; instead it was like a pass, a card that allowed them to stay up and feel connected with one another. Valeria had at last put down the lute, and there was a familiar silence among those assembled. The door opened with Rick poked his head in.
“Couple guests Captain” he called, causing many a crew member to look up. The hour was late and the Captain had been clear long ago that he didn’t wish to see anymore City officials until the morrow.
“Family only?” A familiar voice called from outside. It sounded hurt but had a light-hearted mocking tone to it. Through the door came a short figure, with a green and brown mottled cloak and a familiar long bow strung and over his shoulder. Behind him came the tall blond figure, his golden shield and breast plate gleaming in the lantern light of the Inn’s common room.
“I say Horace, have you ever seen such a sorry group of sailors?” Rand asked of his companion, his tone still mocking
“I don’t believe I have, perhaps we should fine a more hospital able in down the way?” The Oak Leaf Knight replied, in the same conspiratorial tone.
“HORACE!” Aurelia cried breaking the spell and diving from her seat across the room to give the giant knight a hug. The rest of the crew began to call out in recognition and joy at the famed knights and the Rangers arrival. “What are you doing here?” she asked squeezing the Honalian in a hug so tight is showed some small fear that he might disappear. Ouuffffff he gasped at her bear hug, laughing along with her. When he could at last extract himself he picked her up and looked at her in the lantern light.
“Aurelia, I can honestly say… It’s good to see you” he said with heart melting sincerity. She hugged him again, the two distant souls still sharing some connection.
“Rand, Horace… you two are a sight for sore eyes” Thalion said crossing the room and offering each a hearty handshake, his smile ran ear to ear “What are you doing here?”
“Well,” Horace offered, putting Aurelia down and shaking hands with the other officers “we were in the south on business, and received a message about an important knighting happening in a few days. We couldn’t miss it, so we caught a ride and came at once” Horace said
“Just pulled in now” Rand added, in the sea of his own back pats and hand shakes, “Took a little asking to track you fine folks here”
“Just arrived now? What ship arrives mid-tide into a port under heavy alert?” Flit asked walking forward and offering a hearty greeting to each of the Honalians. As he said the words the door opened
“Thar better be a fine ale served in this inn, else I’m gonna be sorely disappointed in the Elf’s taste” came a roar as Thitmed barged into the room. To this a hearty cheer rang out, but it did not stop there. Hatrutt came in hot on his heels, laden under a heavy pot steaming with some delicious new concoction.
“Hikari better have the stoves lit, my fesadini is cooling fast, and we need to make the base for the pudding” the gnome called, he wasn’t three steps in before the pot was taken from him by Hugh allowing Hikari to lift the gnome up and pull him into a hug. The half elf was laughing and crying as still more poured into the room. The sound of a baby crying alerted the assembled to the presence of Belinda, and her and Thitmed’s newest addition to the crew of the Champions Boot. The halfling quartermaster was pulled into the room, and near mobbed with hugs and congratulations as the crew began to coo at her baby. Robinson, Celia, Beleen and even Baker made there way in, each receiving a cheer that rivaled old Thors thunder.
Already Devedan could see where this was going, he graciously allowed the gnome and half elf access to his kitchen and began pouring mugs of ale while is son Dakath ran down to the cellar to fetch a few more bottles of wine. The room was crowding out fast, and the volume increased growing in crescendo like waves crashing upon a shore.
Ding, Ding, Da, Da, Ding
The notes plucked from the lute brought the room to silence. No one had seenCaptain Folas Cailana enter the room, but there he stood, back against the wall beside the fire place, plucking at the strings of the Lute of Quiphine
“Captain!” they shouted in excitement, many of the cries coming from the officers, even the Captain of the Champion’s Fist
“The moon has several rings tonight, and Quenya and Nimrodel could not be parted no matter how the tiller veered. It is a night that called for family, and ours seems to be here” Captain Folas sang the words as he plucked the lute. In seconds however, he had to stop as he was surrounded by officers and crew alike swarming him with hugs, handshakes and thanks.
“This be a good night, now, as I be understandin it, there are a number of chaps who are needin thar health drank to…” Thitmed called slamming a pouch heavy with gold on the bar and passing out the foaming mugs, as the reunion began in true.