Jagiello enters the Tavern

[jagiello]

  *the door opens to the tavern, the bright sunshine pouring in.   The sounds of market vendors, town criers, and noise of a city enters in, as a shadow is seen in the doorway.  A man dressed in a chainmail haubergeon over a white gambeson enters, a bright white flower in his hair.  He holds a bag and a polearm.  He is whistling a jaunty tune as he steps over a passed out man, making his way through tables and benches to the counter. He looks around at the empty bar, only a passed out man and an disinterested dog with him in the common room.  The rushes on the floor are fresh, and the smell of spring is present even here in the city.*

"Hello!?  Rejinauld? Hello?" *his accent betrays his homeland*

*He looks around, thinking to himself in his native language.  He looks around, and reaches gingerly for a leather mug, sniffs it, shrugs, goes behind the counter and fills it with ale.  He raises the mug towards the passed out drunk.*

"You will pick up my tab? What generosity!  Na zdrowie!" *And takes a deep drink.  He is pleased with the taste, and wipes his sleeve.  He calmly takes the polearm butt, and begins knocking on a roof beam.  *

"wake up! It is beautiful day! I am back! I am of needs of comradeship and a bath! Not at sametime!"

[Reginald]

Reginald enters from the Pub's back room. Seeing Jag a grin splits the Vicar's face. He rushes forward to his friend. "Jag! Blessings of Deleck upon you! It has been far too long. How are you friend?" the Vicar pours two glasses of spiced wine, and hands one to Jag.

[jagiello]

Jag takes the glass, and clinks it against Reginald's. "na zdrowie, Kziadz" He takes a drink " I am fines, my friend. Your welcome warms my heart. My mother is well, and she was most happy to see me. Her brothel has just built ons another level. She has decided to spread her business. My sisters have had more kids, and I am uncle to small army of bastards. They are good kids. One boy, he looks like small bear! I ask sister if she was paid in honey. Other than that, the trip was long, snow was cold, and the damn ship hit every wave they could find. I am covered in sweat, saltwater, and I want to be takens out of this armor, and thrown in a bath... hopefully by a woman. I have 3 bottles of Wodka in mys pack for you."

Jag takes another sip, and looks at the glass, noticing it for the first time. "Leaded glass! Gods! you must be doing well to give me glass like this!" Jag says with a smile.

[Reginald]

Reginald listens and smiles as the fighter shares his tale of home. "I am glad your family is doing well, and I glad you have returned to us. Vodka is always welcome here. I think we have some natives of your homeland around. I'll see a bath is run for you. Sadly I think you'll be throwing yourself in it though, and yes. Business is quite excellent at the moment." A gleam passes though Reginald's eyes. "An Army of bastards you say? Maybe when you retire you could start a Mercenary Company with your nephews and nieces? Good money to be had there, and I'm sure if you stick at the frontier you'd have the experience to train them proper." Reginald reaches under the counter and pulls out some of Tyree's fresh bread, breaks it, and hands some to Jagiello. "I may have a business proposal for you. If you're still interested in starting a trade business."

[jagiello]

Jagiello bites into the bread, looking at his friend. "Of course I am my friend. I feel myself putting down roots here. Seeing my family settled that. What have your ears been picking up?" Jagiello says.

[Reginald]

Reginald smiles. "There was a noble here during the tournament. He wants an trade route established between his land and here. I told him I would see what I could accomplish with the people I trust for such things. The Temple keeps me far to busy to manage another business, but I could be an investor for you to make this happen. If you're interested." Reginald sets out two glasses and pours some of the Vodka he has behind the counter in. "We shouldn't discuss business without Vodka. I hear that is your people's custom?"

[Arianna]

*Arianna walks in with a cheery smile. Her cheeks look slightly more blushed than usual and she wears a small set of unusual gauntlets as well as a bag over her shoulder.*
"Jag! Finally someone fun has come to town!"