Situated at the edge of Kingswood Forest, The Stone Dragon tavern is on the border of the King's control. Consequently, it is a hotspot for outlaws and law-abiding citizens alike. A number of secret rooms, doors and passages enable outlaws to hide or make a quick getaway whenever the King's men come swooping in. As there is also an inn here, this is also a popular place for temporary travellers and explorers.
Jacopo, under house arrest
Renn, Bar Staff/Waitress
Nine, Bar Staff/Waitress
Zohar, Stable Hand
Paris, Bar Staff
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Bar: Fairies can drink and be merry in this pub-style bar.
Inn: A comfortable place for temporary or permanent residents to stay.
Stables: The stables offer a variety of pens for different animals while their owners are staying in the inn.
You said I had one life and a true heart, Danny & Cypress
Posted by Thoth on August 29, 2019, 6:59 pm
thoth we spend all our time running for our lives, going nowhere
Was there a book to tell you what to do in this kind of situation? Maybe there wasn’t. Maybe it was the kind of thing you learned from parents, if you had any. If it was, Thoth’s only consolation was that if Aura had never taught him, it was because she didn’t know either. She’d (wisely) kept a distance and seemed devoid of advice or guidance.
Danny, at least, was more useful. He must have bolted from the hospital wing because he was there only seconds after Aura. His sudden expletive and the way his eyes roamed intelligently around the room helped Thoth to release a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. At least he didn’t have to explain anything. Not until he’d had a chance to try and make sense of it himself. He’d known the kennel master was a bully, like Tarquin, but the sight of Cypress lying on the floor of the supply closet with her hands tied and her clothes torn back… for the first time in his life, Thoth was consciously grateful to have been born male.
There wasn’t much he could do, so he just held her while Danny examined her wounds. That seemed to suit her; in fact, he wasn’t sure he could have loosened her grip even if he’d wanted to. He shifted a little around Danny, trying to make it easier for the latter to study Cy’s broken arm without either of them having to move her. Danny’s question brought a flutter of irritation to Thoth’s face. What did his hand matter? It was Cypress who was clearly hurt. He had to bite back the word fine, since he knew Danny would ignore that and probably waste precious time trying to examine it.
“Cracked or broken at the wrist,” he muttered instead. “Not urgent.”
He moved the appendage in question so that it was in Danny’s sights, indicating non-verbally the lack of swelling. It definitely wasn’t the worst break Thoth had ever endured. If he was lucky, Danny’s healing magic might be able to fix it up immediately - after he’d attended to Cy.
Assuming they had time, of which they were rapidly running out. Thoth tensed visibly as the sound of tramping boots and cheerful voices outside indicated passing soldiers, probably for the guard change. If any of them decided to investigate the leaking kennel… Now that Danny was here he ought to go, but he couldn’t leave Cypress like this.
“We can’t stay here,” he whispered, shifting position. Outside the door on the far wall, the one closest to the castle, a couple of guards had paused for a five-minute break. He could hear them agreeing to share cigarettes. Having already determined that Cy’s legs were probably fine, Thoth gripped her firmly around the waist and staggered onto his feet, pulling her up with him. If she wouldn’t go back to the tavern, then… he chewed his lower lip. Camp was really the only other option. Everywhere else was too exposed or too far away. “Cypress? Hey,” he put his other arm around her in a hug, “we’re going to take you to camp. I need to turn back into a wolf though, or else we’ll all be arrested. I’ll stay with you though, okay?”
He pulled back just enough to be able to study her face, his own brow furrowed. The frown deepened when he felt a light tap on the shoulder and turned slightly to behold his mother, who had regained possession of her scythe and subsequently resumed her floaty reaper robes. He’d half-forgotten she was there.
“I’ll give you some time,” she told him quietly, “and I’ll see you later.”
“Or you could not,” Thoth grumbled, tightening his grip around Cy’s waist as one of the soldiers outside laughed heartily.
Aura’s mouth was set in a grim line. Thoth didn’t remember her being so direct, but her next words were so abrupt that they almost knocked the wind out of him.
“I found Eselda.”
Thoth wasted a few precious seconds just staring at her. He fought to quell the questions – where, how, why? – leaping over each other in his brain, desperate for a second of clarity. Everything was happening so fast.
“Meet me in camp in an hour.” He told her, but frowned again when a vaguely bemused expression crossed her face. Did they have clocks in the Realm of the Dead? Did the dead know what time was? “Later,” he explained, “but soon later.”
She nodded once, twisted her scythe and vanished. Thoth brought a hand up to Cypress’s and gently tried to loosen her fingers from his shirt, glancing over his shoulder at Danny. The guards outside were stamping out their cigarettes and the kennel offered a shortcut to the main gates, a common lookout position. They had to move, now.