Tavern

"5 years after serving with as a gate guard for Volaire. This is my first time home in that long as well. So... yeah, I've traveled far to the north, south, east and west" he looks at Ned quizzically. "You said "the lady" of the tavern. That title isn't given to just any tavern keeper that happens to be a woman" he looks interestingly at Ned. "Lady is only given to folks of importance." Being away for so long brought a lot of changes to Blodwulf's home.

The fisherman's eyes widen and he lets out a bark of laughter. "Lady Celestria owns this tavern. That makes her a fine 'n proper lady. Besides, don' bite the hand that feeds ya." He laughs again and takes a long swig from his mug.

"I haven't survived being on the road by not asking questions" He laughs as he takes another drink from his mug. "All the same though, the lady does sound familiar "

"Aye. She should. She's been the owner fer quite a few years. Though, she tends to bus'ness matters mostly. Leaves this poor sap to man the bar." He gestures to the tavern keeper. "And there's the odd youngin' tryin' ta earn some extra coin by tending to the kitchens or the tables."

The strange fae chick comes back through the tavern doors whistling to herself as she struts through the room with a small but still decent sized deer over her shoulders. She flutters up and plops it onto the counter with a triumphant smile.

"Now I'll have that drink... and food and a room."

Celestria comes out of one of the rooms upstairs, stretches and walks to the railing. Yawning, see looks to see who is about. She walks down the stairs and looks over to the bar. "You still here Ned?" She walks over toward the bar, picking up a couple of half dranked ales on the way. "Thought you'd done be back on the water". She walks behind the counter and starts cleaning a bit.