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Caradoc walked behind the bar, "You don't want me to cook. Honest." he said, looking around, "But if anyone would like anything to drink, I'll be happy to serve it."

Lady Crystal succeeds in getting her blush to recede completely, and waits calmly for Richard to return, eager to hear how his research went.

"I would be honored if you did," Lady Crystal said, motioning for him to sit. "It looks delicious, Richard," she assures him as she sets her napkin in her lap. "So you have made progress with your research?"

Seeing that his services were not needed, Caradoc sat down quietly at the bar and rested his head down on it, listening to their conversations quietly.

((**snicker** somehow, at rennfaire, we were at a weapon stall and she and i were talking about moosechillas...the worker asked us to explain, so klutz did....i think we broke him...he said that it had to been the weirdest thing he had ever heard))

Richard smiled at her, frost eyes seeming to sparkle like the ice they seemed. "Thank you." He said, seating himself and setting his things on the table. "I went a few towns over, following a lead one of the citizens gave me in town. Seems a fellow by the name of Louis, he didn't leave a last name, was thrown out of another establishment after a small disturbance took place there, in which two town guards were injured, but not killed. Both men had sustained a severe blow to each man's sword arm, rendering them somewhat crippled. The two men will be fine, but they will not be fighting again. I spoke with them at the hospital to inquire what had caused the battle, and was informed that the man named Louis had gotten upset when he was told to eat something or be injured, which is understandable. This man was an offworlder, and the people in the tavern grew unruly when he refused both food and drink." Richard paused, taking a breath. He got over excited sometimes, talked for too long. After a few seconds, he began again. "Anyway, to the point Mi'lady, forgive my speech...but I traveled in the direction the lad had gone in, managing to find him based on the description of him." Richard rooted around in his Manilla folder, producing a rough sketch and several notations. The sketch was of a short, red haired fellow with light eyes, wearing a wizarding robe. On the man's hand was a strange marking, one that seemed to lead up under the robe. "This, is Louis. He is a descendent of a powerful race of beings, and told me that his great-great-great grandfather was still alive and well, and looked younger than I did." Richard shook his head. "He went on to say that he himself had lived only eighty years. Can you imagine? Only eighty years! This lad looked younger than me! I say, it was most rewarding, I also got what he could remember of his parents telling him, and a promise to meet me here with them soon. I am quite elated, as you can tell from me so rudely speaking so much." Richard gave a grin. "But this is a great find."

((Sorry home now!))

Dream stirred a little bit. When the couch had been pulled away he'd actually been so afraid he'd blacked out. He rubbed his eyes a little bit and shuddered remembering where he was. And that now he was exposed.

But.. he could smell food.. Timidly he crawled out.. his once pants where almsot shorts in rags now.. he had no top on. His body from head to foot was covered in bruises, welts open wounds. The skin where there was neither bruise or welt was mottled white. Showing he'd had peroxide or alchol dumped on his body to keep the wounds from gettin ginfected during play time. His lips were swolen and split in more then one place.. both eyes were solid black. His wrists were raw and bloodie from finally getting the ropes slick enough with his own blood to slip out of them and make his way here

In general.. he looked like s**t stepped on and then warmed up.

Richard nodded, surprised the woman seemed as excited as he did. "I hope so, but even if he is not, I do not mind, t is a mystery all the same, just as curious. And I'm pleased you like it." He said, smiling and nodding his head. Then he turned to see the lad emerge, and rose, greatly concerned. "Oh dear...my boy..." He said, going to help the boy up onto a bar stool, serving him some of the salad. The young man was nearly nude, and Richard gave a worried glance to The Lady present. "Er..." Richard said, not wishing to sully the woman's reputation or mind any, as he knew most ladies of high ranking were innocents. He reached and grabbed up a blanket from the couch, setting it on the boy's shoulders to cover him. Richard didn't own any other clothes than dress shirts and slacks and ties, and he didn't think they would fit the smaller man.