Gossip

[Within the vilage]

"I am telling ya, he's not coming back." The man said, before slurping down the fourth mug of dark ale, and slamming it's bottom on the table to signal for another one. "I'm not sure what she's thinking but to keep the wedding charade going when the groom has obviously made a runner for 't.. nae right in her mind, she is.

*He shook his head in mock pity over her majesties weakness.*

Now, now Digger, ya nae know that for certain and were ye nae yerself at the castle yesterday, trying to get them to buy some of those fancy leathers? I believe they've even bought some as well, so why do ye think the wedding be off? *His more sober friend would be answering*

"Cause there ain't no groom anymore, ya numbskull." was the somewhat cheery reply. After all, there might not be a wedding, but he'd had been able to sell slightly more even than he anticipated. "Ah well, it's none of my nae no business, but she's gonna look right foolish on the day itself with everyone looking on and nae one stepping up. And I've heard.. *the voice now lowered slightly with something of a malicious pleasure* 't be not the first suitor that's been disappearing here. Not sure if she's that ugly or if the sheets are drafty, but clearly there's something going on."
*He banged his empty tankard once more on the table to hurry up service for the next one.*

[Dorian Hawkmoon]

There had been a rather largish figure...hooded and quiet...sitting at a nearby table as this conversation had been going on. Most would not have heard the words clearly spoken, but it could be said that this individual had VERY sharp hearing...and heard every word that was spoken. At the mention of the words "ugly"...and especially "drafty sheets", the figure rose and made it's way to the table..

"Good day, gentlemen...engaging in a bit of idle talk over a few tankards?" He'd chuckled familiarly, clapping a hand to the shoulder of the one that had been doing the most talking..."I enjoy a good tale every now and again..."

The hand flashed with the speed of a striking viper, moving to the back of the man's head and slamming his forehead hard to the table, with enough force to send a crack along the length of it.

"But not when it involves my Queen in a, shall we say, less than flattering manner..."

The head raised only enough so that a bearded and scarred face was seen from the nose down....the clink of a coin hitting the table as he spoke to the unconscious man's companion...a silver coin that held the image of a hawk in flight...

"I trust a lesson concerning the perils of a loosely flapping tongue were learned today? Feel free to pass on said lesson to your friends and acquaintances...Have a pleasant day..."

A curt nod and the large figure would turn and silently make its way to the door...

[Dieter]

*roflmao*...and here Edie had fits when D would offer to formally challenge them and make them answer for their words facing his steel.