Holding Hands

In which there is cold soup


The Splintered Axe Tavern
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You find yourself standing in a rustic tavern nestled deep in the Great Woods
of Narnia.  It appears to be much what you’d expect of such a tavern.  It is
not large, but there are several tables scattered about.  They are rough-
hewn, but clean.  A beardless, young-looking dwarf can be seen behind the bar
along the south wall, washing out mugs and taking orders from the patrons.
The tavern appears to have a small but loyal clientele, made up mostly of
talking woodland beasts.

There is a door behind the bar, but that appears to lead to private quarters.

A door to the west leads to the Inn, where travellers can stay for brief
periods as they make their way from Archenland into Narnia or vice versa.
The door leading out is north.
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You can go: Inn <W>, Out <N>
Contents: A daughter of eve with honey-colored ringlets (Avery); A son of adam
with blue eyes (Peridan); Hergel, the Tavernkeeper; Pricelist; The Ritual
Axe; Tullhonan’s Fishing Creel; and Wolves and Foxes Game Set.

Avery nods with approval. “Good. I’m glad you will.”

Peridan is at the table, chatting with Lady Avery. They have their hands entwined with each other as Peridan asks, “Though, I must ask, do you know how to swim, Avery?”

Haft enters the room, scanning until he spots Peridan and Avery. Seeing their posture, he heads toward a different table.

Avery nods. “I do, but it has been years since I’ve swam in the lake…I’m out of practice…” She catches Haft in the corner of her eye and immediately sits up straighter, pulling her hand from Peridan’s grasp. Her cheeks turn pink. “Haft! Good morning!”

Peridan also leans back a bit, pulling his hand back as well. “Good morning, Haft. Did you sleep well?”

Haft turns toward them, acting as though he hadn’t noticed the contact. He bows. “Morning Lord Peridan, my lady. Yeah, not too bad. I’ve always been able to sleep most anywhere.”

Avery observes him, nodding. “Your shoulder, how is it?”

Peridan murmurs, “Being able to sleep anywhere is a good trait for a soldier.” He tips his head, awaiting for his answer.

Haft cocks his head. “Aching a bit. It’s not my sword arm, won’t be a problem.”

Haft replies to Peridan’s observation. “It’s necessary in a barracks full of men coming and going at odd hours.”

Avery pushes her mouth to the side. “I am sorry he kicked you…But if you had not calmed him, I am sure he would have bolted…”

Peridan nods, assessing the guard quietly.

Haft lifts his right shoulder in a shrug. “We coulda caught him later. I was more worried about his hooves striking you or Lord Peridan.”

Avery nods, smiling lightly. “I am very grateful to you.” She shakes her head, chuckling. “I am also glad that neither of you had to chase him down.”

Peridan grins, “I would have been okay for the exercise.”

Haft laughs. “Running through the forest at twilight, soaking wet?”

Peridan hmms, “You are right. I would have sent Bracken.” He grins wide at this.

Haft says, “Must be nice to be in command.”

Avery laughs. “With little Lichen. What a sight that would have been.”

Peridan says, “It is a cross I have to bear, Haft.”

Haft says, “Not so odd…plants, in the forest.”

Haft smiles wanly at the weak joke.

Avery glances at Haft, her eyebrows lifted. She bites her tongue, but laughs again anyway.

Peridan gives a good chuckle.

Haft asks, “So, anything good on the menu?”

Peridan points to his now cold soup, “I enjoyed the soup.”

Haft looks at it doubtfully. “Plainly.”

Avery says, “I had some tea and a scone. I thought they were good.”

Peridan glances at Haft before glancing at Avery and then glances at Haft again, giving him a jerk of his head.

Haft looks at the rather limited menu. “Never understood the Narnian fascination for fresney on its own. Coffee and a scone maybe.

Avery says, “Lord Tyre and I tried the fresney. It was…unlike anything we’ve had before.”

Peridan stands to his feet, “Well, while you decide, I will go check on the horses.”

Haft joins Avery at the table, raising his hand to catch Hergel’s eye.

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