RE: Please would you...

[gervase]

<A young wizard walks into the room and sits down on a chair>

"Look! You can waltz into our keeps, you can kill our guards and fight us off but...I cant stand it when you help yourselves to the Garrisons rations!"

<Thumps table with fist>

"Do you know how much a roundel of Humberton Blue costs to buy and transport to Benowyc???????? Forget about the cost of keep doors - thats nothing compared the cost of providing Cheese to all our garrisons after you greedy lot have been in there and nibbled your way through 3 months supply of good solid cheese!"

<Sighs>

"It may be all good for the cheesemakers - they are wairing the finest cloth lately - but they do not venture to the frontier.

So please stop eating our garrisons rations when you inavde - its a real pain! And dont think you can get away by saying that the Cat's eaten it as I dont beleive you. We've seen your corpses with bits of cheese all down your armour, not to mention the little Lurikeen footprints in whats left of the larder....."

 

[VidX]

Fine, we'll not leave you any Guinness next time we vacate one of your keeps

 

[gervase]

<The wizard looks up>

"..eerrr Guiness you say?..tell me was it a thick drink full of body and with a good froth on top........."

"If so - we dont clean our armour with Guniess...but a thick oil squeezed out of the rock beasts of the Snowdonian mountains."

"How else do you think we keep our armour nice and shiny! Besides when it comes to ale requisition we get a nice Pale Ale in the lads..."

<he reaches into his pocket and passes forward a mint leaf>

 

[gervase]

<The wizard looks round..aware that it has all come quiet>

"Come on! I was led to beleive you Hibernians had more to say about yourselves, liking to talk and discuss things in such a manner."

<he snorts in contempt>

"I mean..the Midgardians had more to say about there bread taking than you Fairy folk <he rolls his eyes> have said. And frankly, that suprises me. I might as well go, and see you next time we defeat you on the battlefield then...."

<He stands up and pushes his chair back under the table, looking around the room for any response to his taunt>

 

[gervase]

"Well..I will tell my brother, Casbardh de Roos of your stunning lack of backbone. I would wish you well, goodmorrow to you!".

<the wizrad turns to leave the room>

 

[old.Cher]

<waves goodbye, while clapping the jester that was set to them for there amusement>

 

[gervase]

<The wizard stops, and looks at Cher and smiles>

"Hello...." <he says>

 

[old.Kian]

I didn't touch the cheese, I swear. Did appropriate a couple of bottles of a nice Highlander malt, almost as smooth as the whiskey old merle makes up in the hills near Howth.

Beats that rotgut I liberated from Fensalir last night, anyway. Now I know why the middies are all so bad tempered - they do so much drinking and it's all such lousy, low quality stuff (or mead - which is a girl's drink, I mean they should have little paper umbrellas sticking out of their drinking horns...)

 

[gervase]

<The Wizard looks deeply into Kians Eyes.....>

"Now I beleive you....In more peaceful times I would share a drink with you..but someone was in Benowyc again last night..we even caught a stealther on the battlements sneaking off with some...has it never o-curd to you, a different whey of doing things might be to just bring your own fromage?"

<He looks at the now, apparently silent Cher>

"Even if the Camembert is a bit runny....you should bring it forthwith!"

 

[old.Nikolas]

Nikolas

<Nikolas opens his shirt to reveal large comedy plastic breasts>

 

[gervase]

"Now elf...how do you intend to survive in combat if you only wear such flimsy armour?"

"Good day to you - and remember we know you and what trouble you are trying to cause!"

<Thi wizard, with a flourish of his drab cloak, turns and leaves the room>

 

[gervase]

<Laughter accomompanies the clip clop of horses hooves down the street outside>