Wanagi Peta's Story

Wanagi chuckled as she looked at the stable, the owner hadn't harbored nut-cases for the night. "Your horse will be fine, and did you pay Mr. White his fair?" She shook her head. Mr. White would scam you of every penny you owned if you weren't careful. "Don't let him snag you into paying for your meal, I did his books once and found out that the room rate covered two meals, plus some, so, well, let me just handle him." She said as she went digging in her pack for her clean bucket set. "Also, don't trust anything in these stalls, other then the bedding, the idiot found some charms, much like yours, and put it on all his things making it almost impossible to use them." She handed him two buckets that were worn but spotless. "You can use these," She turned and walked back into the pub.

She sat down on one of the benches inside, it was empty before she sat down, but the area around her cleared in rapid succession. I still scare these people? She asked herself worriedly. "White! My norm!" She yelled towards the kitchen. "And don't you dare try anything funny, you know I find out." She set her pack down and started digging around again. When she finely sat up strait she held her staff and dagger about the length of her forearm. She waved Arlen over when she saw him come in, the place suddenly silent.

“You might see, but is seeing enough for one eye alone? The cards for instance! Oh ho! My lovely cards,” The girl mused with a slight hiss at the end of her riddle. She held the playing cards out from her body a distance, and the small silver pieces of paper shattered into tiny glass maroon hearts scattering across the ground. One by one she crushed them with her right foot a rather odd grin forming upon her pale face. “So you have witnessed one act of..hahahaha....illusion. But - was it slight of hand or slight of eye?” With that she was gone. Into the air. No fire, no fantastical smoke screen. Just...gone.

Her cards, those lovely playing cards lay on the ground where her small bare feet had been situated.

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Arlen took a seat looking around the bar, who knows what could happen in a place like this. "Anything worth eating around here?" he asked, more to make conversation that anything since his stomach would accept anything at this moment as fine dining. He leaned back in his seat and eyed everyone they seemed to be watching him and peta, he got a feeling he was not welcomed here. "Is there any other place in town that has rooms to rent?" He asked regretting having come to this bump in the road.

Wanagi looked around the room again as Arlen sat down. "Well, the roast is best normally, though his daily stew is interesting as well," She said in answer to his first spoke question. The bartender, Mr. White, brought out a slightly pink slab of meat with some mash potatoes. "Thank you Sir." She said as White left.

She waved her hand over the food and mumbled something under her breath. Afterwards she looked back at her dinner partner. "And there probably is, but I like it here, though I'll have to tell you the story of why they went so quiet when you came in, and well, why no one even thinks of sitting near me. Apparently I've made quite an impact." She said with a sad smile and a wave of her hand with the dagger in it. She launched into the story of her first time at the pub, and why no person sat near her.

She had been traveling to Tvar Posun's capital on a mission and had stopped at this little place to grab a bite to eat, and prayed for a nap. She found out the hard way what it was like to walk into an all male, almost all criminal, pub as a young alone female. Wanagi explained she hadn't even made it to her 15th summer at the time. All she had out of her pack when she stepped into the place was her old staff, which was almost useless. She heard snide remarks, evil chuckles, and a number of other things that had made her skin crawl. But she stuck to it all the way to the bar, and ordered her food before anything had happened. The second Mr. White went to the back two hulking men had walked up to the sides of her, and started asking favors. She politely told them no and attempted to ignore them. They couldn't take a hint though, and started rough housing her, and trying other things. When she finely had enough of being groped she had attacked both of them with her staff. At some point in the battle that followed her staff broke, and well, the broken ends some how unmanned the two men. All that before Mr. White returned with her dinner. When the owner did get back all he did was raise his eyebrows and formally welcomed her to White Wolf Pub.

Wanagi chuckled sadly as she finished her tale. "Even today you can see my broken staff, and their um, manhood, on display behind the bar." She stammered while blushing furiously. "So, hopefully that answers your questions about me and this place."

Alren grimaced at that thought. "Well, that's a lovely story" He said laughing a little. He flagged down a serving girl and ordered a few tid bits of food and a good pint of ale. He leaned back in his seat as if her were about to doze off after her ordered his food.
How many more days will I be in this land? He asked himself He sighed a little and sat up as the serving girl brought him his food, she came him a small smile and a wink. He smiled politely back " Thank you miss." He placed a silver coin under his plate for when she came back to get them. She walked off smiling. He turned to his food and started eating quietly , his trip was catching up to him and he was exhausted. He looked up at Peta. " Sorry i'm not one for conversation at the moment. The trip is catching up." He explained. He offered her a smile and then turned back to his food.

Wanagi nodded her head in understanding, then chowed down on her meat and potatoes. As they ate the noise slowly returned to normal, but occasionaly she would hear a line or a tone of voice that reminded her of that fateful day. As the noise increased so did the undercurrent, and it just pushed her to much. "I'm turning in, don't let these people push you to much, if you don't stand your own they'll just run you out." As she got up she left a silver coin on her wiped-clean plate then turned and stared down ever person in the room except Mr. White and Arlen. Afterwards she dipped her head to White and left the main floor going up the stairs. She stopped mid way though. "Crap, I forgot to get the key." She muttered to herself then went back to the bar. Slapping down White's room fee. He in turn slapped down the key then they picked up their respective items.
She picked up her pack that she had forgotten the first time, along with her staff and dager, and went upstairs again, completely ignoring the crowd.

OOC: Sorry, I wasn't able to use spell check for some reason, so please forgive the miss spellings in the text.