Hair of the Dog

Perception check T2nBV52y 1-20

"Wolfe!" I should in Druidic, and then again in Common. And I open the door and run outside.

As you work your way down to the common area you see a diminutive woman in very finely made skirts setting a sideboard with large platters of bacon, cheese, fruit and yeasty hot rolls.

while you have seen a few dwarven women in the past, this is obviously not a dwarf. Her hair is done up in a soft bun, leaving ringlets of hair to frame her slightly rounded face. Her large eyes are bright and very large, and a pale lavender in color.

She whistles cheerfully as she sets the table

2 women are sitting at a large well crafted oak table, one human one of the Teg, waiting for the small woman to finish her preparations. In the corner sit a large gray wolf and the largest badger you have ever seen, each gnawing on haunches of their very own. The wolf looks at you with some curiosity, and a welcoming thump of his tail. The badger grumbles and places a massive paw on another fleshy bone pulling it possessively to the side.

The little women grins and mildly says " now now me pet, you be a greedy guts an rude ta are guest. Bright day to you this day Mister, break your fast and worry not about Timmons, he is just grumpy he can have no bacon this day!"

" That damn painted hussy of a dwarf I married will return shortly"
as she turns away top continue her work she continues to mumble " A Dwarf me mother said... A good Gnome was Gart, and a gemsmith to boot, but noo.. a flashy blue tattoo and a place in the city.. Damn dwarfs..."..
The last is said with wistful fondness and a little irritation.

Finola squints, first after the dwarf, then down at herself. She could have sworn she'd put on her armor at least, but... Huh. Maybe she's still hungover.
"Feckin' lousy party," She huffs, and makes her way back into her room, digging around in the drawers for some simple clothes; she can put on her armor later, when her head is clearer and she's had breakfast.
Once she's actually clothed, she walks out into the hallway once more, and will seek out the scent of food.
(Perception: d23NxKBZ+1+2)

Sitting heavily in her chair, Finola rubs at her temples again, and frowns slightly - that is, until she realizes the pretty Teg across the way is talking to her.
"Oh! Right, sorry, ah... Can't say I know ye, personally, no." She blinks, and gives a small laugh. "Months, y'say? I mean, I donno 'ow I got 'ere, but I was jast at Beltane last night, right...?" Her smile falters a bit. "I... can't 'ave been out for months..."

Yes, I too, last remember Beltaine night. I was on Ynis Derwyddyn, at celebration. Someone handed me a drink and I remember no more. But ... this is hard to explain." She pauses. "I can feel that the stars are not in alignment for Beltaine. 60 days have passed since that night. And I recall none of it." She looks fondly at the enormous wolf on the floor. "If my friend were not here I'd be in quite a complete panic by now. If he is here, it must be all right, though I think this star," she holds out her arm, "is as much a surprise to him as it is to me."

Never having been one given to much drink and probably not having slept in a real bed for a while, Rioghán wakes later in the morning than he is accustomed to.
He takes a moment to check his surroundings, and knows that something is amiss. No one sleep unadorned unless they're sure they won't have to get up in a hurry. ..
He splashes some water on his face and checks around for his things, comforted and confused to find them in a trunk.
Gathering all his things (not that there are many) into his back pack, he leaves the place clean and heads down to the common room.

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