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(I'm so sorry I'm only like 10% here right now, multitasking will be the death of me x__x)
The morning came all too quickly. Around sunrise, the people in the tavern were awoken by loud shouts coming from outside.
(Aha, Don’t worry about it. School’s keepin’ me busy)
Tanrial awoke and rushed downstairs to find out what the commotion was about. Slipping on an jacket she’d brought she flung open the door to the tavern.
The soldiers of the People's Army were gathered in a huddle near the edge of the ring of wagons, yelling loudly at someone beyond them. After a moment the crown parted, revealing a band of about a dozen ragged-looking individuals. They didn't seem intimidated by the soldiers–in fact they were shouting back, pushing their way through the crowd without even slowing down. They seemed to be heading for the tavern.
(gotta go have supper now anyway)
Tanrial frowned and walked towards the group, pulling her jacket over her body further and crossing her arms to keep it there, “Hey! What’s going on over here?!”
Dane, who's face was red from yelling, looked up as she approached and quickly got in between her and the strangers. "Careful, miss! These lowlifes are dangerous. We'll send them packing, don't worry."
One of the 'lowlifes', a muscular woman with white designs painted on her arms and face, gave Dane a shove. "Move it, drylander! We're here on official business, we is! Missy girl, tell the poxy idiot we can stay, hey?" She had a strange, unrecognizable accent that was difficult to understand at first.
“Woah, woah, woah, slow down,” Tanrial sighed a little and looked at them both for a moment, “First off, both of you need to stop making such a racket. Second, can I ask you you might be?” She turned to the woman.
The group quieted down reluctantly, grumbling rebelliously. The woman lifted her chin with pride and waved at the rest of her group.
"We are none other than the Hon'rable Delegation of Warriors of the Bayou, at your service. Our tribe has heard your call for help and decided to answer it by sending its finest fighters, and no stuck-up corn-eatin' soldier boy's gonna get in our way. We're from the Pikes, missy-ma'am." Her motley companions nodded and growled in agreement.
“Oh… okay well that’s great. Welcome to the fight,” Tanrial grinned at her, “Well, you’ve met Dane already. I’m Tanrial, my friends Bernon and Mike helped send the call with me,” She sighed a little, “I’ll introduce you to Polla when she’s awake, she runs this place.”
The woman returned the grin triumphantly. "Great! I'm Trouble, nice to meet ye. We'll just find a place to get settled then…" she waved cheekily at Dane as she led her group off towards the forest. "Let us know when you need us!"
Dane stared at Tanrial. "You're letting them stay!? They'll probably give us all a horrible disease sooner than fight alongside us!"
“Oh grow up Dane! They’re here to help and that’s all that matters.” She said firmly, “I’m getting something to eat, if you need anything you know where I am.” She glared at him before tuning away.
Dane huffed, but gave no reply, instead turning and ordering his soldiers to go back to their wagons.
The door of the tavern opened and Mike and Bernon came out just as Tanrial reached the porch. "We heard shouting," Bernon said worriedly. "What's going on?"
(off to bed, seeya tomorrow ^^)
“A group of soldiers from the Pikes came, Dane and the leader of the new group, Trouble had a fight. It’s fine now.” Tanrial explained with a small sigh.
(Okay, seeya ^^)
Bernon raised his eyebrows. "Oh, the Pikes are here? Wow. I thought they were gonna be the last ones to arrive."
"Guess not," Mike said, shading his eyes and staring after the retreating newcomers. "We'll have to have a talk with them sometime after breakfast."
“True. Let’s just get something to eat. I’m starving.” Tanrial said, pushing past her friends to get into the tavern to find some food.
The bartender was just coming downstairs with a groggy, irritable look on his face. He nodded at them and shuffled into the kitchen to make them some food.
"Anybody seen Rick?" Bernon asked with a yawn as he sat down. "I didn't hear anyone come back last night. Then again, I slept like a rock."
“He came back later last night,” Tanrial explained, sitting down across from him, “He’s probably still sleeping.”
"Oh, good. Did he say how it went?"
“He said the talk with Snatch went well. She warmed up to him eventually. That’s about it really.”
Bernon nodded. "Cool. Glad to hear it."
Mike had been staring out the window thoughtfully, only half-listening. "So, it looks like Tanrial's people will be the last to arrive after all. I wonder what's holding them up."
"They might've decided not to come," Bernon suggested. "We should have told them to send a reply letter with their decision."
Tanrial snorted, “If if you asked for a reply they wouldn’t have sent one. I’m guessing give it another couple hours and they’ll arrive.” She said with a shrug.
The bartender arrived with their food just then. "What are you three planning on doing today?"
Bernon glanced at Mike. "Um….probably having another group meeting with the new people, to get everybody acquainted?"
Mike nodded. "Yeah. We'll catch the Pikes up on the plan and figure out where they fit in. We were gonna go with a late-night attack, right?"
“Late afternoon, evening time would work best I think.” Tanrial said with a shrug.
"Somewhere in there. We'll have to talk with everyone and see."
Just then Rick came down, looking pretty tired still but nonetheless in a good mood. "Mornin', all. What's up?"