A Long Way D{o}wn [Haven/Bragi/Dwalin]

[Kelvali]

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img809/4207/havenoctoberpostingtabl.png] It felt odd, sitting at one of the booths, at this tavern no less. Before having gotten into that fight with his father haven would never be caught dead here. This tavern was for the higher ups in Gweillan, the ones with decent livings, for the most part, and he feared being caught by someone from the palace. At this point he did not care. His father knew he was trolling the streets now, and would want him dead sooner rather than later so why tread the streets in cowardice...like a rat. He stabbed a peice of his dinner rather forcefully with his eating utensil before letting it fall to his plate with a soft clatter. The hum of the bar was a steady beat that drowned out his every noise, which was nice. No one seemed to notice him, take head of him. His scars, of course, got him a few glances as he made his way to the far side of the tavern but after that he was left alone. With a gentle sigh he ran his white paw atop his hood and slowly dragged it off his temple and laid it neatly beside him on the booth. The broiled peice of meat before him was growing cold, the steam not as plentiful as it had been only moments ago. He took another forced bite of the meat before pushing it away and laying his head in his palms. He didnt show it, his stress, when around his friends or guild members so the tavern was the place to do it. "How am i going to make this things work..." he thought allowed. His guild needed to get off the ground, make its move before things got a bit too dicy. His mind spun with missions, objectives, ways to get all the more closer to prove Jasper needed to be removed from the crown. Haven was sure the old tom merely held the crowning ceremony for Haden just to shut up his sage council. For some time they pondered about when the new emperor was going to be crowned, so Haden was just a pawn in Jasper's scheme to stall for time. What was the tom hiding! With an angered moan he rubbed his temples. (( lets say at this point his guild members were accepted. That means bragi lol and dwalin doesnt know about the guild but Im sure he'll find out here xDD lets just play it by ear. I dont care who finds out what ))

[Zaabu]

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[atrb=background,http://img708.imageshack.us/img708/4456/middley.png] ...It knows better than to stay And have a nice little chat.

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With a flourish of his paws, Bragi ended the song, bowing low as the cats in the tavern clapped. "That was my final performance of the evening folks!" He called out, grinning widely. "Please, feel free to tip. Any amount of coin is greatly appreciated!" Swinging his lute over one shoulder, Bragi left his spot by the hearth where he usually performed, scanning the tavern for a place to sit. He was finished work for the evening, and was not scheduled to return until the following eveningt; which gave him the night and most of the next day to do whatever he wanted with whatever coin he had.

Spotting an empty space near the back of the bar, Bragi began to pick his way through the crowd. It was only when he got close that he saw the table was occupied by another cat. And not just any cat; with his hood off Bragi could clearly see that it was Snow. Bragi paused, his eyes wide. It was very odd to see his guild leader out among the people. To see him at a tavern was even stranger as he was usually rather aloof and detached (though not unfriendly). Snow had never seemed to be the tavern-going type, yet here he was, though by the looks of it, he was not enjoying being there. Snow's shoulders were hunched and he was rubbing his temples, clearly stressed. Bragi frowned, and then an idea took hold in his mind. He turned quickly, disappearing into the crowd.

He came back a few moments later, two large mugs of mead in paw. Carefully making his way through the throng of cats, Bragi appeared at Snow's table. He clunked the drinks down and took a seat across from the snowy tom. "Evening Snow," He meowed in a friendly tone. "I must say, I did not expect to see you here, of all places." Bragi pushed one of the tankards across the table. "Here, I brought you this. I mean no disrespect, but you look like you need it."

Pulling his own drink towards himself, Bragi took a sip, downing a large gulp of mead and sighing contendly. "So," He remarked, placing this mug off to one side. "What troubles you?"

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[pyrocoyote]

Dwalin grinned like a kit, his tail swinging in time with the beat of the tavern. He burped softly, the mead slightly getting to his head. He looked around, trying to spot anyone he knew. He swayed toward a empty looking table, his guitar safely slotted in it's sling on his back. Wally had been in the bar long since noon, as he had been playing his guitar and drinking with friends, considering there wasn't really much he could do.

The day had started rather late for the young prince, having woken up at 10 o'clock to be exact. Wally had rised from slumber with the warm sun shining on his face, a ideal autumn morning greeting him. He had walked out the door, although he was carefully trying to avoid his father, as the tension was still high in the Palace. Dwalin had still not grasped the fact that his father, the tom he had looked up to most growing up, had done something so horrid to his own son. It was odd waking to silence, even if the only noise was arguements.

Dwalin took a bite out of a chicken wing, only to discover that the tom sitting at the table was Haven. "Brother!" he grinned, placing a large, and rather dirty, paw on his shouder. He turned and looked at his company, a rather dashing tom sitting next to him. " 'Ello!" he smiled, as he sat down. He finished off the meat and took out his old guitar and began to strum it gently.