Supply run

[hlif]

FORM: Notices in various locations
SENDER: Asher Hardie
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Arranging delivery of pelts and taking orders for a supply run
WHEN: Current, departing prior to the soiree
WHERE: Bulletin board, a copy in the Herald's Rest, a few postings in the refugee camp.
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.

To everyone who wanted the following: 

• bear and/or wolf blankets with sleeves
• bear and/or wolf pelts
• assorted teeth, claws, skulls or other parts

You can come collect them by the Herald's Rest if you want them this week.

I'm heading out to the Hinterlands to check in with my family, if you'd like anything to be added to the supply run leave a note for me, or come find me at the refugee camp, my tent is the one painted with kaddis and with a small chicken coop out front.  I'll be collecting various meats, cheeses, vegetables, wool, leather, homebrew and various other sundries from Hardie Holdings.  If you would like me to collect anything else on the journey, let me know and we can arrange payment/trade and delivery.

- Asher Hardie

Comments

[hlif]

[No barrier or Christine will protect you now boyo.]

I'm in the tavern, I walked her back after she spent the night because I'm a gentleman.

[el_tybs]

[Had Christine actually protected him? More like throwing him to the dogs.

Ha.]

How gentlemanly of you.

Guess I'll head on over. See you in... a couple minutes?

[hlif]

[Or the wolves. Feed up a wolf on a human and see what a good pelt you get from the wolf in the end.

Not that Asher's done that.]

My mother would be so proud. [No she wouldn't, that's obvious from his tone.]

I'll be waiting for you - d'you want a pint too?

[el_tybs]

[Yes, you've already threatened him with feeding him to wolves and making mittens. You know that is the other reason why he wasn't eager for you find him, Asher.

He doesn't have to be the first.]

A pint of what?

Actually... just, yes.

[He has a feeling he's going to need it, whatever 'it' was.

It's more like five minutes when Sam shows up in the tavern, eyes looking over the room to find Asher. When he finally does find him, he slowly makes his way over.]

Hey.

[hlif]

[Ssh ssh sometimes you need to offer your throat to the wolf with the wolf pelts.]

Ale. Cider. Whatever they're trying to pass off as real Rivaini rum because guess what [and his voice raises just enough for it to be known he's calling this barman out] real Rivaini rum tastes like mate.

[You can't just toss in some sad withered fruit and think people won't know, this is against the sale and supply of goods act, he'll get men from Denerim on this.

At least Asher is easy to spot, and as soon as Sam's in grabbing range, he makes an attempt.]

Sammy-boy, you made it, people might think you're a proper grown-up!

[el_tybs]

[He's not going to show his belly just yet.

Somehow he had figured he'd be seating himself, but apparently Asher is more than eager to haul him into a chair next to him. He's clearly surprised at being grabbed, but doesn't make much of a sound save for a grunt when his rear meets solid wood.]

What, they don't already?

[hlif]

[Asher can work either way, whatever's comfortable for you Sam.

Look, at least he's not rubbing his beard on you. That's the sort of indignity only Korrin and Mal have to suffer through at present, a little grabbing is a very small price compared to that.]

Grown men don't blush, and well, I know Christine and that isn't something she'd ever lie to me about.

[el_tybs]

[He knows Christine?]

You mean wouldn't lie about something embarrassing about me.

Well you said 'proper grown-up' before so obviously I'm a grown-up, just not proper. I'd assume blushing would fall into the same thing.

[hlif]

[Like he knows Korrin. And Mal. And Kaisa. And plenty of other folks.]

Well she might if she thought I'd needle you, I think by now she knows I'm like a mabari with a bone when it comes to some sorts of things and that it'll get back to her either because I'll tell her or you'll be red enough that you'll be rushed to her tents because someone, perhaps even me, fears for your life.

You've lived in a tower and you both crushed all my hopes and dreams because you didn't use anything properly, you've had none of the real man rites of passage have you when you didn't even have a shag in the harrowing chamber.

[el_tybs]

[He's clearly not connected all those dots together.

Sam chuckles, shaking his head a bit in amusement.]

I don't think I turn that red to warrant being dragged to the tents.

None of that was how it was used... and you didn't shag in a harrowing chamber either.

[He's just going to point that out. His face might also be turning the tiniest pink at the moment, remembering all the things Asher thought happened in the Circle.]