there is already a colourful new resident loony conspiracy theorist!
Erinne wanders in, shivering hands clutching her shawl close around her. Erinne says: Is that food from upstairs? It's poison, you know. Rhavnarr says: POISON Eardstapa looks at the lady and motions her towards the fire. "Poison? Ah no... thou art mistaken..." Erinne says: Oh no I'm not, if that's from the kitchen here, it's poison! The Octarchy wants to control your mind, so they put trefoil in the food. Rhavnarr says: I am just learning of the local plants, I had not heard that Pentrian returns down the stairs, panting. He is juggling three mugs, which he sets on the table "Cider, for the Klyran, Beer for the beautiful Dermorian." He picks his mug up, and looks to Erinne with a large smile "Hail, mother of a flower-child" Erinne nods towards the mugs. "Where were those brewed?" Eardstapa holds her hands out to Erinne. "Please, calm thyself. Trefoil is illegal. The Octarchy would do many things... but I doubt we have anything to fear from Allelia's food. Rhavnarr, thou hast had enough cinnamon apple pie to judge!" Rhavnarr says: Cider, you are a miracle worker with that barmaid, Pentrian, thank you Erinne says: They have you all fooled! Pentrian sighs, obviously out of breath "Alas, It came not from her, but an associate's… private cask" Rhavnarr says: I feel nothing but pleasure in the cinnamon, I admit Erinne nods approvingly at Pentrian's words. Rhavnarr says: This really makes the pie all the better for this Erinne frowns at Rokotiwai. "Don't you have sheaths for those? You'll poke someone's eye out!" Rokotuiwai says: show me around please Pentrian withdraws a dagger and a sabre, upon realizing that Rokotuiwai is armed, and releases a hiss, from between his lips Rhavnarr says: Why is he armed in here? Pentrian says: You made me drop my Ale, Kra! Erinne says: It's illegal to be armed in town. You boys put those pointy sticks away! Eardstapa looks bewildered at the kran. "This is a tavern ... what is it thou wishes to see, or find?" Erinne says: You'll get locked up by the guards and brainwashed even WORSE in jail! Eardstapa looks at Erinne, "Well, now, thou art not wrong about everything ... but I doubt the kran means any harm ... How may we help thee, kran?" Eardstapa looks curiously at Erinne and says in an undertone, "I am Eardstapa, lady. I wonder where thou hast got the notion of the Octarchy's use of trefoil?" Erinne replies, "Erinne Locay. You can just see it in the behavior of people, they make us violent and then post guards everywhere - spreading the disease and then selling the cure, so to speak" Eardstapa looks at Pentrian, her expression - rolled eyes and a grimace - indicating that Erinne might need serious help.