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WHEN I WAS, A YOUNG SNOY (snail boy), MY SNATHER (snail father) TOOK ME INTO THE SNITY (snail city) TO SEE A SNARCHING BAND (snail marching band) HE SAID SNON (snail son) WHEN, YOU GROWN UP, WILL SNOU (snail you) BE, THE SNAVIOR (snail savior) OF THE SNOKEN (snail broken), THE SNEATEN (snail beaten) AND THE SNAMNED (snail damned)

NATHAN WHY MUST YOU DO THIS

[55ludovicoplace]

A shady town in Italy is a Spaghetto

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Hey what's a shady town in Italy?

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[fallpanes]

Why does Equius always lose his towels

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-------> I follow you because, Let me think about this. Where's my towel?

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Sweet Cakes and Tea (Aga, Orronn, Dyn)

### Chat Log: RP 04/12 10:46 PM ###

Cyndyn leaned against the wooden railing, looking miserable as one could possibly be. She was cleaned up though, in a clean tunic with her hair brushed back and in a neat ponytail. She heaved a sigh, her frame curled over the edge of the rail as she silently stared out at the river in the near distance.

Orronn trots down the path, clip clopping of hooves breaking the quiet. The other night left questions swimming around Oron's thick skull, and decided a visit with Cyndyn wouldn't do any harm. Spotting her in the gazebo, he turns his horse for her, dismounting and joining her. He leans on the rail, hand clutching a cloth obviously containing something. "Good evenin', Little Lady."

Cyndyn glanced toward Orronn, her brows pinching as she offered him a shaky smile. "Mister Orronn, I'm sorry. Last night.. that man, he lied to me. He said he knew where Vini was.. So I did what he asked. I thought he knew." She bit her lower lip, dragging her hands through her hair. "She was the woman that scarred me.."

Orronn sighs, "I'm sorry I wasn't more help." He offers out the cloth, filled with sweet cakes, "Want to tell me more o'what happened?" He offers her a sad smile, obviously feeling pity for the girl.

Cyndyn gave a watery laugh, a hesitant smile crossing her features as she reached out for the offered sweet cake. "Nothing much to tell, other than I'm a terrible mess without Vini. I.. I don't know what I'll do if he doesn't come home soon."

Agamaran | A hawk screeches overhead. It seems to circle around Cyndyn and Orronn.

Orronn nods as she talks, "Aye, I can tell." He made a poor jest, before finally taking a good look at the scars on her face. A finger moves to gently turn her head, "Who was it, again?"

Cyndyn glanced up at the hawl's screech, but thinks little of it as her attention returned to Orronn. "The woman that you grabbed last night. She did it to send Vini a message.. about her friend, Arra. She's friends with Arra, a woman that still plays with brigands and yet Thorvall and Haneth and everyone else is fine with her."

Agamaran | Agamaran made his way quietly across the road and up toward the gazebo, behind Orronn. As he did, the hawk swooped down low and across the gazebo, and flew up and over the waterfall, screeching as it did.

Orronn nods, taking his hands back to himself, "Aye, I know Arra.. Didn't ya used to hang 'round that woman? She used to...uh.. wear a hat. I though." He glances up as well, the hawk a curious sight for a moment.

Cyndyn shrugged mutedly, hanging her head. "It was before she robbed me and cut up my cheek. I thought she was nice then.. turned out she was only a brigand. And she was only being nice so that she could find out about the 'Sworn and everyone here." She pursed her lips and shook her head.

Agamaran no longer made an attempt to mask his footsteps. At the steps of the gazebo itself, he cleared his throat plainly.

Orronn shakes his head, "Can't trust people in this town." He replies in a mutter, opening his mouth for more words to spill out. However, his attention was put on Agamaran, a brow perked. "Yes?"

Cyndyn cradled the sweet cake close at the sound of Agamaran's foosteps. Her gaze slipped up and then away from the man, her lips pursing together as she turned away.

Agamaran did not look at Orronn. Instead, he looked at Cyndyn. "Cyndyn," he said plainly, "Dinner is almost ready. Why don't you go inside and wash up?"

Cyndyn glanced up at being addressed by the ranger, her brows pinched. "Thank you, but I'm not hungry.. Mister Orronn just gave me a sweet cake.." She mumbled softly, glancing to Orronn and back to Agamaran over her shoulder.

Orronn grins at the mention of dinner, "Dinner? Great! Whattre we havin?" He plainly invites himself along. Although the memories of the other night were blurry, Agamaran still seemed familiar.

Agamaran continued to keep his focus on Cyndyn. "Well, you can have your cake inside with some tea. Everything is set out." Finally he noticed Orronn, and he wore a frown on his face. "Unfortunately, those not welcome on these lands are /not/ invited."

Cyndyn turned about to fully face Agamaran, her brows pinched. "Mister Orronn is a friend, he's been nothing but kind to me. He stood up for me last night! I'll invite him then, if it's all the same." Her lips stuck out in a pout as she fought back the urge to frown openly.

Orronn grins wide at Agamaran, clearly feeling like the winner, "Aye. Quite the mess last night. Came to make sure Little Lady was alright." He looks back to Dyn.

Agamaran raised his chin to Cyndyn. "Unfortunately the decision is not up to you, nor I, for that matter." He looked squarely at Orronn now. "The decision is up to Lord Thorvall, who, I recall, has expressly forbid you to step in this neighborhood." He crossed his arms then.

Orronn taps his chin, "Who?"

Cyndyn 's features fell at Agamaran's words, her lips parting as a protest started on her lips before it fell. She stood there in silence for a long moment, looking down at the sweet cake. "Mister Orronn, come along. We can talk outside of Rambroke then.." She sighed.

Agamaran did not respond to Orronn, but he did look to Cyndyn. However, he said nothing, instead

taking a few steps back and to the side to give them room to make their way down the gazebo and down the road out of Rambroke.

Orronn puffs up slightly, quite surprised by Cyndyn's reply, yet not complaining. He offers out his arm to Dyn, "Have a place in mind?"

Cyndyn shook her head, sighing softly as she wrapped the sweet cake back up and tucked it into her pocket. She looked at the offered arm with a hesitant look before she took it. "Just outside. I fear I'm too tired to go further." She mumbled, glancing side long at the ranger as she started forward.

Agamaran watched them go, seemingly rooted to the spot. For now.

Orronn is fidgeting restlessly.

Orronn says, 'Who was that?'

Cyndyn sighed, dragging a hand over her bangs and pushing them out of her face. "He's a.. Lady Haneth, they're close. He's a loyal member of the Oathsworn. What did he mean that Lord Thorvall ordered you out of Rambroke?"

Orronn nods, then shrugs, "He threatened to cut my balls off."

Orronn says, 'And to stay away from 'is people. Not the 'hood.'

Cyndyn 's lips parted, her brows shooting high. "What? Why? For what reason? Mister Orronn, Lord Thorvall doesn't do something so drastic.. unless.. what did you do?" She asked, her brows pinched.

Orronn chuckles, a hand running through his hair. "I might have hit on one of his.. yer? People. The lady with a bow, and swords. Fiesty. Blondish."

Cyndyn 's blinked, "What? Lady Haneth? Is that all that you did? Mister Orronn, did you.. were you in your cups?"

Orronn chuckles even more, giving Dyn a sheepish look, "Aye. Tried to touch 'er butt. She pulled a sword. Arion got all beside himself. Then.. Thorballs? Thorvall? Showed up, yelled at me. Honest."

Cyndyn shook her head at him, pursing her lips together. "Why would you do that? It's not okay to going around and do that Mister Orronn unless the woman wants that! And Lady Haneth.." She sighed, shaking her head at him again. "You need to stop drinking! Bad things keep happening to you when you drink. And it's Lord Thorvall. He cares about those sworn to him..."

Orronn shakes his head, "Oh, don't ya go scoldin' me." He sighs, "Aye, anyone can see that. Yer folks are strange, Dyn."

Cyndyn shook her head, 'tsking' under her breath. "Lord Thorvall is doing his duty as a lord. It's his duty to care, protect and look after those in his service. There's nothing strange about it, Mister Orronn. And you know what you're like when you're in your cups." She pursed her lips, her brows pinched as she looked away. "You wouldn't like it if some strange man did that to me, would you?" Her voice grew small and she looked at him from under her over grown bangs. "You'd want Lord Thorvall to protect me too, wouldn't you?"

Orronn sighs heavily, knowing the girl was more than right. He gives her yet another sheepish look, "Aye, I would want that." He moves to give the girl a hug. "I've missed ya, Little Lady."

Cyndyn smiled weakly, returning the hug lightly and patting him on the back. She sighed after a moment, drawing back, her eyes cast down. "I missed you too Mister Orronn. I missed a lot of people. Including Lady Haneth and Lord Thorvall." She looked away, her brows pinched as she looked down the road and back.

Orronn plans a kiss on the top of her head, "Then I don't want to be causin' trouble for ya with 'em. I wanted to ask if ya knew the woman's name. I never got it, not that I can remember."

Cyndyn sighed, pursing her lips. "I don't know it, I only knew her as Miss Edith. The lord Justice would know though. He has the wanted posters. He said he knew her from another series of crimes. You're not causing me anymore trouble than I already have Mister Orronn."

Orronn chuckles, "Yer lord and lady might disagree on that. I'll poke around Arion's and see what I can find. Just don't go runnin' in the Pony shoutin' again."

Cyndyn 's cheeks burned and she ducked her head. "I won't. I only did it because I saw you were there. I know how you and Vini wanted to hunt down the brigands.. I just didn't think there'd be other brigands there too." She mumbled faintly, rubbing her nose.

Orronn chuckles, "Aye.. Those Dunlenders.. Wild folks." He shakes his head, "It was a good try."

Cyndyn shrugged, grimacing as she sheepishly ran her fingers through her hair and twisted the golden locks about. "It was foolish of me.. I hadn't even realized that it was such a hostile.. situation." She sighed again, pursing her lips. "I'm just no good without having Vini there.."

Orronn chuckles, "It's alright, ya didn't get hurt, just caused a scene." He looks back up to the sky, "I'll go off to bother Arion, get back to yer hall."

Cyndyn nodded, offering a weak smile. "I will, thank you for the sweet cake Mister Orronn. And take care alright? Don't get so into your cups again."

Orronn |Magically totally getting his horse, that totally followed them from the gazbo, he mounts up, "Any time, enjoy it." He offers her a warm smile before trotting off

Cyndyn goes back into Rambroke.

Agamaran was standing near the fire, beads of sweat streaming down his face. He turned as Cyndyn entered the hall. "Welcome back," he said, as if he was somewhat surprised by her return.

Cyndyn entered the hall with her head lowered. She went to a table, plopping down in a chair with a sigh. She glanced toward him and away, her head resting upon her arm as she idly poked at the sweet cake.

Agamaran eyed her for a moment while he picked up a ceramic cup from the mantle and scooped it in the boiling pot near the fire. He brought it to her then, and set it in front of her. It smelled of some herbs--mint? The smell itself seemed soothing to the senses. "Here," he said, looking down at the heap of a girl hiding in her arm. "Drink this, it will go wonderfully with your cake."

Cyndyn glanced up, her brows pinching as she reached for the steaming mug and dragged it close. She didn't drink it though, simply inhaling the minty aroma as it wafted up. "I'm not going to eat it. I'm not hungry." She mumbled softly.

Agamaran | "You must eat something," he began, still looking down at her as she peeked out from over her arm. "You haven't eaten at all tonight." He then sat down across from her, folding his hands together, looking at her expectantly.

Cyndyn glanced away from him, down at the hot mug in front of her. "I'll eat when Vini comes home." She muttered softly, her features crumbled into a mask of frustration.

Agamaran | "Haneth should be home soon," he said, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere. He picked up a buttered biscuit and spread some jam over it and took a polite bite from it. He seemed quite pleased with the treat, audibly making it known as such. He nodded his head to her, offering her the biscuit. "These are quite tasty, you know. You should at least have a nibble."

Cyndyn looked at the biscuit and then away. She pushed the hot mug aside, lowering her head to pillow it over her folded arms. Her head turned down toward the table. "I'm not hungry." She mumbled, even as her stomach protested silently.

Agamaran straightened in his chair and looked down at the defeated girl. "If you have a sip of your tea and a bite of a biscuit, I'll tell you a story." He leaned in his chair then, lowering his voice as he did, saying, "It's a rather good story, too. It's about a young maiden who did great deeds to save the one she loved."

Cyndyn remained stubbornly positioned as she was, not even bothering to lift her head at his offer. "I don't care." Came the muffled response. "You can stop trying so hard. I'll tell Haneth you were truly honorable or something. Promise."

Agamaran | "I don't really care what you tell Haneth," he said, leaning back in his chair. His tone had changed again, this time giving himself the mantle of devil-may-care.

Cyndyn lifted her head up to glance at him. "You're only doing this for her. You don't really care about me." She mumbled, "No one does. If I disapeared no one would come looking for me. No one would even notice."

Agamaran cocked his head to the side and squinted at her. "Cyndyn, if I truly did not care, I would not have taken you out of the Prancing Pony when your life was in danger, nor would I have followed you down the road to make sure that man didn't harm you. And believe you me, there was half a moment when he embraced you that he almost caught an arrow in his gullet." His hands relaxed one table then. "If I truly did not care, I would've left you by the Yellow Tree and gone about my business. And yet I am here." He took another bite of the biscuit then, letting the silence settle between the both of them.

Cyndyn stared at him for a long moment at his words. "You care about Lady Haneth. And I don't blame you. She deserves to be happy." She mumbled, "Just.. stop trying with me. I'm not worth it. I'm sure she'll be happier anyways if you tend to Arra. She's her new favorite."

Agamaran shook his head, his eyebrows burrowed in frustration. "If it were up to me, Neyarra would be thrown out of these halls, and I've made mention as much to Lord Thorvall. But they seem intent letting her play her part to see if they can learn something of it. Of course, they tried to do the same with Dryce, but /that/ did not work out..." He took another bite from the biscuit.

Cyndyn blinked, lifting her head up a little. "Really? So they believe me, and not her?" Her voice was small, fragile even as she looked up to the ranger. "Who's Dryce?"

Agamaran | "Not important any more," he said, avoiding the question. "But Lord Thorvall does not believe what Neyarra has said. Nor do I." He folded his hands again.

Cyndyn 's shoulders slumped, and she sank back in her chair, lifting her head up from the table to look at the ranger once more. "Oh." She droppe her gaze, biting her lower lip as she shivered; her hands moving to grasp at the hot tea cup and bring it close. "And Lady Haneth?"

Agamaran shrugged, offering her a small smile. "She's offered for you to stay as long as you'd like. What do you think?" He took another bite of the biscuit then, yet he did not break eye contact with her.

Cyndyn looked away first. "I think.. I don't know. Maybe she doesn't really want me around. It would've been better if she thought I was dead still. At least then Vini and I could be in the South and none of this would've happened." She whispered softly.

Agamaran closed his eyes and shook his head softly. "Oh, Cyndyn, that isn't true at all. She wants you around--that's why she's offered for you to stay. That's why her servants serve you food, even when you aren't hungry." He began to pick at the rest of the biscuit, playing with the crumbs with the tips of his fingers. "As for Neyarra," he said, now looking down at the crumbs, "Well, there is an old saying--keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer."

Cyndyn shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I don't want to be served by anyone. It makes me nervous. I don't deserve it." She mumbled, her eyes downcast. "I-I.. I think I'm going to try to sleep."

Agamaran nodded. "Sleep would do you some good." He gestured toward the tea then. "The tea will help with that." He seemed somewhat disinterested with what he gestured toward, however, simply taking another bite of the biscuit.

Cyndyn rose, looking down at the tea and deciding to bring it with her as she glanced around the hall and back. "Thank you for the tea." She mumbled faintly, heaving a sigh as she turned to go and find a room for the night.