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Sever laughed softly and sipped his scotch again. "It's a light alcoholic beverage with a fine flavor; this one is honeysuckle flavored. Very finely made, that mead was." The laugh died down a bit as he looked over his shoulder, awaiting Fin's return. "But... twenty years ago, I didn't even know about this place, really... In all honesty, when you're as old as I am, years blend together. For as many as I've lived it's hard to keep them all straight..."

Sever shot a wary eye over at Reynard as he mentioned and pulled out the map, eying it. He'd seen that map. He knew that map. He knew that town. But could he tell the truth yet? Doubtful was the only answer, so he decided to answer the bullet question... but his voice was slow, wary.

"...Yeah, I have a ton of them.. part of being a gunsmith and all is knowing bullets and crafting them... but wouldn't that pistol on your shin be enough to take out some poorly armed tree-thugs?"

He laughed softly, a light twinkle in his eye showing understanding of the young soldier once again. "But... as for that map, you're going to be disappointed when you learn the truth about it, and about the den you're in," Sever said softly and slowly, almost as if with a heavy heart.

The door opened and Mir swirled gracefully around it, closing it with a soft snap and holding up a larger-than-usual wine bottle. "Here it is!" she said with a cheerful smile to the room at large. "I got caught up in organizing some of the preserves and canned goods in our dry section." Fetching herself a glass, she opened the bottle with a satisfied noise at the soft hiss. She pulled off the cap and wafted the scent beneath her nose with a soft hum of pleasure. "Here, would you like to smell?" She held out the bottle courteously to their guest with both hands and a smile.

((Note: I must have been distracted when I was typing... it's actually honeysuckle mead, as all mead is distilled with honey. It's a type of wine, but instead of fermenting grapes, you ferment honey instead, and add flavoring according to your taste. Honeysuckle is subtle and sweet, but still noticeable. Mead as a beverage is far, far lighter than most alcohols, but stronger alcoholically than wine.))

((Be careful about playing other people's characters... You never know how somebody else is going to react to something. Just sayin'... for the future. n_n))

Sever looked curiously at Reynard's hand before snagging his wife with an arm, pulling her down to the couch with both her glass and the bottle of mead, not a drop spilling anywhere. "Well, sad thing about that map is..." Sever started before petering off, taking the final sip of his scotch.

Looking into the glass for a moment before looking up at their guest, he shook his head. "Mir and I have... basically revitalized this place into a den for foxes and kitsunes... It was a ghost town when we got here. Not a soul to be seen for miles, really... most buildings are run-down and dilapidated, in poor states of sorry disrepair and quite frankly, it doesn't look like anybody's lived here in fifteen years, at least. I built this very building we're in from the ground up with my own two hands on the outskirts, mainly because I was almost... afraid to venture in, and see what potential horrors lie in some of those buildings. Uncovered secrets are sometimes better left as such..."

Oh my God... after all the trouble I went through to get here... I'm in the wrong town!?
For a moment, Reynard shivered violently. When he stopped, he looked back up to Sever.
"Ahem... sorry about that, I thing I almost had a stroke there..." Reynard said, blood oozing from one of his nostrils.
"I find this news very upsetting," Reynard said while retrieving a handkerchief from one of his pockets. "But thats not your fault, I obviously need to work on my map orienteering skills... oh well, I'll just need to make the best of the situation."
He blew his nose, the white handkerchief becoming dark red very quickly. He pondered for a moment of where to put the bloodied cloth, then just put it pack into his pocket.
"I must have missed a turn somewhere and wound up here; I'm in the wrong town. Who knew it, eh?"

"...I think you did once live here, it's quite possible. But if you did... after you left, something happened... and it's people left. Either way, I'm fairly sure you used to live here."
Sever kissed his wife for the third time now, Reynard raised an eyebrow. Sever's affection for his wife and kids seemed a little over the top. To a degree, he must have trusted Reynard to display his sensitive side so often. It would be a very large mistake to harm his family in any way, the man would come down on you harder than a grand piano. A seen from a Warner Brothers cartoon flashed through his mind. Form Reynard's experience, a family makes you weak, or creates weaknesses. Any time the enemy had it in for you, your wife and kids were always the first target. Soon after your family was bumped off, you'd be to enraged and struck with grief to think clearly... making you a very open target.
So... do I think I'm better than Sever because I have no family... or am I just stubborn to admit than I'm jealous of what he has...?
"Its a mystery then, that the town..." Reynard trailed off, Sever and Finculmir cuddling on the couch across the coffee table.
"Awh, you two look so cute together, I'm sure your kids look just like you."
Though... it is a real shame that they couldn't be here...
"Anyway, back to the map here... what do you think could have driven an entire town away from here? Are the thugs really that bad?"


((It is not my intention to annoy or cause frustration by playing other players characters... I'm just finding it difficult not to include them in my posts, it seems to me that the other players go into freeze mode before and after their post. I'm just trying to create some interaction between characters by having them say something that would keep Reynard talking. I take what I know of you and try to think of something you might say or do... but, like I've said before, I am totally willing to edit my post to the satisfaction of the person's character that I am slightly controlling(because I will never take total control of a character that is not my own). I hope I have not caused any form of annoyance or discomfort...
~R F~))

"Hmm..."
Reynard paused for a long moment, obviously thinking hard about something.
No violence... no disease... no bodies... not a trace of any kind of incident. When the hell happened then?!
Reynard thought about what Finculmir had said about the bandits only getting more violent when they get beaten or irritated.
I killed one of them, and injured three others... that should be enough to piss them off to the point where they come looking for me! And if they know that I'm here... that puts Sever and his family at a great risk!
Reynard looked up at Sever, passing his glances between the two of them.
"Alright, I've made up my mind... I'm going to stay here and help fight off this scum who only seek the ill health of the innocent people here in this town... I will not stop until every one of them is jail, or dead. There is just a few things I kneed, I'll have a grocery list read for you by tomorrow morning, Sever. That and I'll need the tallest building here in the town... like a clock tower or something..."
Reynard punched the open palm of his other hand.
"Yes, I can see it now... their leader standing before the council members."
I can't... and wont stop until the family's of this town are safe from this meaningless killing!
"But I kneed help, are their others like me... soldiers? You said that there were guards, maybe I can organize them to the point where we have a small task force..."