inlebadger wrote:
[ Was assuming that this meant Simon... ]
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OOC - I interpreted the "country mouse" to be Osric - glad you piped up, otherwise there could have been a long pause! ]
inelbadger wrote:
The Brothers up St Withun's didn't, that's for sure. They be fighting monks then?
Simon overhears the conversation between Osirc and the girl that's rejoined their table and interjects, speaking Elleslandic but with an over-the-top Chaubrettan accent
I speak a little Beaulangue but I've never been to Chaubrette, nor could I comment on their monastic traditions.Simon continues, but now without the outrageous accent.
I certainly wouldn't be wanting to wear maille in this weather, though, so can't blame them for seeking shelter here.Simon considers introducing himself to one of the monks - Ongus can be a confusing place, even for people that have lived here years and perhaps they are looking for a guide who can speak their language? Simon quickly dismisses the thought, returning to his cider and the conversation with his companions - some new and some familiar. Simon doesn't relish the thought of guiding anyone around the city in this weather.
Sipping his cider slowly, Simon hopes Rowan shows up soon and is thinking his next drink should be one of Mistress Hildegarde's Dandelion & Burdocks, for which he has quite a taste (she brews it very sweet); there are still many hours of merry-making remaining for which he wants to keep a clear head.