pie security


The Bird and Baby’s Tavern
Coghill — Southeastern Archenland


This room echoes with a nearly constant din as voices rise and fall in conversation. An atmosphere of warmth and cheer predominates, and the walls have been painted a dark red. There are several tables for diners; many line the wall to provide for more private discussions. A board hangs in a highly visible location; it pays tribute to the history of the dining room and includes sketches of some of its more well known denizens. A menu, written out by hand, indicates what selections are being served. If the aromas emanating from the kitchen beyond are any evidence, the food is certain to please. In the back is a smaller room where isolated gatherings can be held.


Lanisen is sitting in the tavern at one of the out of the way tables, quietly working his way through a slice of pie and keeping an eye on the people who come through the front door.

Colin comes through the front door. He looks around, his demeanor relaxed. Spying Lanisen, he heads his way.

Lanisen straightens in his seat, watching Colin approach. He sets down his fork, mildly apprehensive.

Colin merely grins at him and has a seat. “How are you liking Coghill in the daylight?”

Lanisen lets out a breath. “‘S nice,” he answers. “Yeah. Real pretty.”

Colin nods, ordering up an ale. “I really like it here. Lord Shar and Lady Elriya keep a very nice town here.” He looks at Lanisen with a grin. “What have YOU been up to?”

Lanisen shifts, fidgeting with his fork. “Nothin’,” he says guiltily, then gulps and adds, “Went to the mercantile and bought a knife.”

Colin nods. “Nice! Did you find a good one?”

Lanisen lets out another short relieved breath. “Ahh. Uh. Yeah! Yeah, I think so, it needs some cleanin’ up, but–yeah, it looks good.”

Colin grins at his nervousness. “Well, we’ll have to clean it up. What else you need while we’re here?”

Lanisen says, “Ahh. Yeah, I took it to– there’s a fellow at the stables who does blades, he’s got it now. Um.” He thinks a second. “I don’t know of anything else I need.”

Colin nods as he drinks his ale. “All right then. We’ll be seeing a lot more towns so if something comes up it shouldn’t be too much trouble.”

Lanisen nods. He moistens his lips and returns to his pie, eating with more haste than before.

Colin chuckles at him. “Don’t choke.” He admonishes.

Lanisen mutters, “Quit laughin’ at me.” But he slows down.

Colin shrugs. “Not laughing at YOU, just what you do sometimes.”

Lanisen says, “What’d I do that was so funny, then.”

Colin says, “Eatin’ like you’ll never see pie again. You’re with me. I know where the pies are.”

Lanisen blinks at Colin, looking from him to the pie and back. “I figured if you were in a hurry or something,” he says.

Colin waves his hand. “Nah, we’re fine.. I’ll let you know when we need to hurry.”

Lanisen says, “Right. Makes sense.” He looks down at his plate.

Colin drains his ale and leans back in his chair. “Anyway. Enjoy while you can.”

Lanisen says, “Am doin’.” He scrapes up the last few bites and leans back, finally relaxing again.

Colin yawns a bit. “How are your muscles after our ride?”

Lanisen thinks about it. “They’re okay,” he says, sounding mildly surprised. “I mean, I’m kinda sore, but it’s not like last time. Nothin’ so bad.”

Colin grins. “Excellent. Told you I wouldn’t kill you.”

Lanisen says dryly, “Kind of you, sir.”

Colin smirks at him. “I thought so.”

Lanisen rolls his eyes.

Colin laughs and scoots out of his chair. “I’m going to go make sure all the gear is together. I’ll see you in the stables, I dropped Coalblack off to have his hooves checked.”

Lanisen says, “You want me to go get Maestro and the rest of everything instead? I just gotta pick up the knife and that’s at the stables too. Could just meet you there.”

Colin nods. “Sure, that’d work well. See you there.”

Lanisen nods, picking up the dishes to return to Clift. “See you.”

Colin heads out the door, waving to Clift as he departs.

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