2 Ashford Archer, Bethany, 1 Ashford Ranger arrive, following Olivia.

Caspian has joined the line.

Edris has joined the line.

Deva is wearing her fluffy earflap hat in her house colors, because one just might need protection for the ol' noggin' when snowballs are flying. She's playing hostess today, welcoming new arrivals and ushering people over toward the bar for drinks and table for snacks to ply people with warmth and deliciousness before the game begins. Her face is flushed from the winter chill and rivals nearly the bright hue of her hair. The estate has been decorated with red banners and snowflakes, and the grounds smell of ciders and toasty food. "Welcome, please, make yourselves comfortable!" she greets excitedly while darting around.

Caspian came sauntering into the redrain grounds, whistling softly and smiling broadly, "Ah its good day for some snowy competition my friends!" he laughs merrily, tugging his gloves on slightly more and tugging his jacket around himself. he wound a scarf around his neck, just in case. he may be exited for the fight.. but he also wasn't keen on freezing to death from the snowy bombardment. "Princess Deva!" he smiled, and offered a flourishing bow, "Caspian wild, at your service. thank you for this! any chance to pelt a few folks with snow and not get in trouble is a chance i will always take!"

Edris seems to be getting an early start on the libations, having claimed a mug of steaming hot cider spiced and sweet from the bar area. Possibly it's not spiked. It's hard to say with those Oathlanders. But he seems perfectly content and at ease both with the company and in the brisk weather, his fur-lined greatcloak already dusted with snow. He lifts his mug to Deva in a salute as she begins to greet people, offering a wink as well. But there's a brief smile for Caspian as well. "A pleasure to cross paths with you again, Caspian Wild." He too gets a mug salute, before the knight takes another swig.

Karina arrives to the snowball competition wearing mostly all blue, and not a paint splotch in sight.. Well, except along her hands. That, she missed that bit. Oh well, can't take the paint out from the artist. Her hood is up along her new damask cape-cloak with rabbit trim and her gown underneath adorned with white fox fur. She looked like some maiden that popped out from a winter fairytale, golden brown hair brushed to perfection and cascading down shoulders under her hood. She waves and smiles, and spots familiar faces, giving them a cheery little wave too.

Griffin hasn't done this in years. Throwing a snowball? But here he is! "Thnks for the invite, Princess Deva. I'm Lord Griffin Redreef at your service." And he takes a bow.

Violeta Emili, a Ravashari smuggler dressed as the wind, 2 Rivenshari Clan Guardsman, Daria arrive, following Mattheu.

Griffin has joined the line.

Mattheu has joined the line.

Olivia walks up to the grounds bundled in leathers, her thick and chunky scarf wrapped around her neck and over top of her golden-white waves. She looks around with a smile, her nose and cheeks rosey from the chilly wind. Spotting Caspian "Of course you would be here to huck ice at people." she laughs and nods in greeting to the others gathered around. After spotting the table of snackies, she of course heads over to see what deliciousness she can find and munch on while readying for the snow warfare.

Daria has joined the line.

Karinappl pale blue

Jingling bells echo through the gates and towards the center square as Mattheu wanders up to see a few that he knows. A nod to Caspian as he cracks his knuckles and smiles. His colorful clothing covered with bells each singing out as he moves. A quick brush of his hands over scarves and each bell quiets a little, then looking to Caspian again. "Are we against each other in this? Or should I find a shield to step behind if it will be akin to the pillow fights?"

"Ah, Champion, hello!" Deva greets Caspian with a broad wave and a grin. "Make sure you warm up with a drink first!" she gestures toward the temporary bar, where staff are ready to pour all sorts of tasty requests. "Definitely take advantage," she adds with a laugh. Edris gets a fingerwiggle as she dashes by, and the sight of Karina makes her smile and pause. "Hello, welcome! Are you-- artist?" She's missing a word there, but it's mostly because she seems so genuinely excited. "I'm Princess Deva, glad you could make it. Did you bring your throwing arm?" A grin is flashed over a shoulder at Griffin. "Welcome! I think this will be cathartic for all of us. Who doesn't love throwing snowballs?"

Louder, she announces for the group: "We'll give it another few minutes before I split everyone up into teams! The more the merrirer."

Olivia has joined the line.

Caspian looks to Adris, black hues studying the man for the briefest moment before recognition dawns. "Ah lord Edris! it is good to see you again as well. And at such an occasion as this!" he laughs, turning at the sound of bells. "Ah lord Mattheu!" his eyes sparkle and he glances around for a moment, "honestly, i'm not quite sure. if we are together i shall endeavor to do far better then my poor performance in the pillow fights." he grins then, "but i fully expect to go home a snowman today"

The jingling seems to be familar, and Edris raises his mug to Mattheu as well. "How wonderful to see you, Lord Mattheu." He looks thoughtful. "Fnding an appropriate shield to hide behind now and then, moving or unmoving, is oft a good tactic," he opines, after Deva announces that they'll be forming teams. Though his tone of voice is solemn and expression reserved, there's a humorous twinkle in his eye.

Daria enters following Mattheu at a comfortable distance not to appear like they arrived together, she has a strand of bells tied in her hair as she looks around to seem whom is here. "Ah, Lady Olivia, Caspian, Karina and Lord Edris, lovely to see you again," she says in greeting, offering a genralize curtsey to all here before joining the snowball compition line

Vesper is walking at a good clip as she arrives, aware she may be late. "Someone mentioned a snow battle?" she asks of some random person who looks in-the-know. There is a line pointed out to her. "Ah."

Vesper has joined the line.

Karina blinks as she watches the Redrain Princess dashing by. The petite woman chuckled and then nods to Deva, "Yes an artist." Hiding her hands, with the splotches of paint, in her gown's long, slim sleeves. Then she moves on, gracefully, to Olivia who she spots out from the crowd, "Hello Lady Olivia."

Olivia smiles and waves to Mattheu as the jingling of his bells are heard, after hearing Caspian's comment of becoming a snowman she gets a devious smirk on her face "Well now I hope I'm pitted against you so I can at least -try- to make that happen." she looks to Daria and gives wiggles her fingers "Hello there again, and you Karina." she smiles to her "This should be an interesting battle. I vote everyone pile the snow onto Caspian, just so we can make his dream of becoming a snowman come true."

Connal, a Northern Wolfhound, Honeymare, 1 Ravenseye Warrior, 3 Sanna House Guards, 2 Northern Rangers, a Whitehawk rusted hawk arrive, following Rosalind.

Rosalind has joined the line.

Karina has joined the line.

"Scout Daria," Edris greets the young woman easily, and with some warmth. "I'm glad you've chosed to come and put your mettle to the test," he smiles briefly at her, before draining the rest of his mug. "Caspian," he says, shaking his head slightly. "It sounds as if you might well need someone to have your back, champion, with several conspiring against you."

Karina says, "Well I wasn't going to participate. I'm really here just to meet new people." Karina shrugs, waving to Daria. Then back to Olivia. "Oh.. well we can be on teams I hope. I wouldn't mind piling snow on someone. However, I'm not the best at throwing things.." a sweet chuckling from the woman."

"I will have your back Caspian, but not sure it works this way. Think teams maybe selected for us," Daria replies.

Rosalind bursts through at just the right time. "I heard there were going to be balls,"she cries out. Snowballs! "Hi Deva! Hi everyone,"the pleasant red head greets with a smile.

Vesper recognizes one face as his name gets mentioned several times - Caspian - and lifts a wave. "Champion. Come to pelt frozen things in the hopes of making people cry, too?" she asks with a smile. That some others who are less familiar have gathered as well for the event doesn't go unnoticed. She offers a genial nod to those in attendance.

Caspian looks to olivia with a broad grin, "Oh? think it will take everyone to make it a fair fight do you?" he cracks his knuckles, a look of mock assurance and bravado on his face as he plays, "i have been known to throw a mean snowball. even got almost got arrested for it once" he laughed then, looking to Edris, "yes my lord it seems i do! a cruel and wicked conspiracy to see me entombed in snow it would seem" he looks then to Daria and Karina, waving merrily, "hello! good to see you both again!" spying vesper he laughs, "Dame vesper! glad you could make it to! not exactly the sparring ring, but still a good place to train not to get hit"

Edris offers a courtly bow to Rosalind as she bursts in energetically, hiding a smile. "Ah, I am glad you have made it, and just in time, Lady Rosa," he greets her, and sets aside his mug, pulling on his gloves that were tucked into his belt. Time to get down to business, it would seem. But the Elwood knight seems pleasantly relaxed as he surveys those gathered, offering a pleasant nod when he catches the eye of those he isn't aquainted with yet.

Deva finally grabs a small notepad to start scribbling on. There's a line drawn down the middle. As she jots them down, she frowns and tilts her head. "Well... as of now, we have uneven teams. Unless I participate. I could make someone else call the score..." She glances over a shoulder, squinting at some of her options. Then her gaze lands on one of her guards, who is recruited into a different duty than he signed up for. "Okay! Unless we have someone else to show up and take my spot, we have..."

Team Mulled Wine: Caspian, Griffin, Daria, Vesper, Deva

Team Apple Cobbler: Mattheu, Edris, Olivia, Rosalind, Karina

Team Mulled Wine gets purple armbands to wear for their assignment, while Team Apple Cobbler gets yellow. "Make sure you stretch before we start!" she advises the assembly with mischievous warmth.

Rosalind has joined the wrestling pit.

Deva has joined the courtyard benches.

Vesper has joined the courtyard benches.

Olivia has joined the wrestling pit.

"Yes Rosa! There are many balls, and bells, and snow!" Mattheu laughs as Rosalind finds her way towards the others, while he waves to her. A turn to Edris, "Is it safe to use a human? Or should we go in search of something such as a plate." He's quick to grab a bottle of whiskey from a passing set, pulling at the cork and taking a swig from it. Then looking at Caspian as the teams are called out and pointing to him with the bottle, "A drink between opponents before we try to ice each other?"

Karina has joined the wrestling pit.

Griffin pulls on a purple armband."I prefer purple anyways!" He looks to Caspian. "However.. we are going to be picked on!" Laughing.

"Ah, just your luck Caspian, we are on the same team, I will do my best to keep you from becoming a snowman," Daria states as she moved to join the team

Mattheu has joined the wrestling pit.

Edris has joined the wrestling pit.

Daria has joined the courtyard benches.

Caspian looks to mattheu. "Well... when we meet on the field of glory, i shall look for you brother." he hoists a drink to the man's salute "May the hands be steady, they aim be true, thy balls be solid" he grins broadly, and then laughs as he goes to find his armband. "Oh im going to get so pummled.." laughing he begins to stretch

Caspian looks to griffin and nods, "oh most assuredly my lord! i can almost guarantee it!" he laughs then, "but it only makes it interesting!"

Karina beams brightly as she joins her team, the only face she recognizes is Olivia. "Well it seems fate has brought us together Lady Olivia to make sure Master Caspian's dream comes true. Nothing like a giving sort of spirit this winter." she grins.

"Yes, quite true," Vesper agrees with Caspian statement to her before she is distracted by the teams being called. "Oh. We're both Mulled Wine, I guess." And it's time to go away TO BATTLE. But before that, she offers an introduction of herself to her teammates, "Dame Vesper Nightgold, of the Knights of Solace. Looking forward to standing with you all."

Olivia looks around with a apologetic smile "I would like to formally apologize now for any friendly fire that may come from my aim." she grins afterwards, looking to Karina "Exactly, it is a kindness to pelt the man with snow, honestly."

"Says you!" Griffin laughs at Caspian.

Caspian looks to Daria and places his hand together, bowing slightly as he mouths silently 'thank you'

Caspian has joined the courtyard benches.

"Mm. If all is fair in snow war, Lord Mattheu, I would say it is quite fine to use a human as a shield, if they're not running too fast for you to keep up." The solemnity of his tone is perhaps soften by a wink offered to the Rivenshari. But at Mattheu's suggestion of a toast, he calls out in a booming voice quite diffent from his soft-spoken nature otherwise. "TO MULLED WINE, MAY THEY EXPERIENCE VALIANCE IN THEIR DEFEAT!"

Rosalind grins over at Caspian and Deva. "Opposing sides. I'd be scared of me too,"her large hazel green eyes bright with teasing. Looking at Matti and Edris, and her other teammates, Rosa grins more. "We will be amazing!"

"Daria Mandragora, sout at your service," Daria tells her team, offering a salute and wink

Deva claims her spot on Team Mulled Wine, a prominent purple armband tied and ready. Scooping up some snow, she bends at the knees and beams mischievously at the other side of the arena. "And... GO!"

Griffin checks luck and athletics at normal. Griffin is successful.

Karina checks luck and athletics at normal. Karina fails.

Daria checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Daria is successful.

Caspian checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Caspian is successful.

Olivia checks luck and athletics at normal. Olivia fails.

Vesper checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Vesper is successful.

Daria checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Daria is successful.

Daria checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Daria fails.

Rosalind checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Rosalind marginally fails.

Edris checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Edris is successful.

Deva checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Deva is successful.

Mattheu checks strength and athletics at normal. Mattheu is successful.

"Here goes!" Griffin lobs his first snowball into the opposite team. Success!

A guard-turned-referee announces in a low baritone: "Wine, 5. Cobbler, 2."

Mattheu takes his time, bidding for who is trying to throw at him and to make sure he can pack the snowball good and tight. With a firm ball set within the palm of his hand he tosses it into the air then shouts at Caspian, "I send this to you with love Caspian!" And then throws it hard.

Rosalind is super excited. She has no one to pick on just yet. And because she's so excited, her snowballs isn't very--firm. When she lobs it, half of it disintegrates before hitting--someone. "Awww--damn!"

Vesper limbers up before they start, stretching her arms behind her back, and when the signal is given to start, offers her team an encouraging, "We got this!" before she is off to the races. She ducks into a snowbank to scoop up a decent sized snowball, and pelt it quickly into the fray!

Caspian scoops up a handful of snow and packs it, starting to sing loudly as he does because.. well its just what he does.

"Now i know why the Gods made snow!
To pack and smooth and then to throw!

If i hit you in the face
I promise it was done in grace

Honestly its all meant in love
As we smite with flakes from above!"

He finishes and then eyes the crowd, finding his target and laughing as he hurl it through the air toward olivia. Suddenly he hears mattheu and gives an 'eeep' as he ducks to avoid the incoming fluffy ball of doom.

When the call is given for balls to be flung, Edris moves with perhaps a surprisingly amount of grace for one so tall and broadshouldered. Perhaps he's calling upon his childhood days or squirehood days, because rather than anything aimed carefully and seriously, he seems to favor the rapid fire throw, clomp, and sling of youth, sending snowballs sailing through the air at Deva, playfully. It's softly packed enough to poof and splatter magnificently on impact rather than sting, but he needs to shortstop quite hard to avoid some of the other icy projectiles in the air.

Daria was doing with the first snowballs thrown towards Olivia and Karina before she moved to take a snowball for Caspian, faking her dramatic demise. "Revenge me my brother," she says as she falls to the ground

Olivia looks around at others methods of packing a good snowball, following their lead and quite proud with how it turned out.. unfortunately she took far too long in her craft and as soon as she looked up to aim and throw... a snowball finds its way right smack in her face.. mouth open and all. She cant even gasp in surprise, just takes a moment to 'Pfffpttptptptfppfpfpt' all the snow from her mouth, her own ball flailing horribly in between the two battle areas.

To say that Karina was a delicate wall flower, was exactly right. The poor woman hesitated to throw something at someone. Instead she watched Olivia get pelted by Caspian and as we all no when ice and snow hits face there is shrapnel. Poor Karina was standing far to close to Olivia the the snowball that hit her exploded and the excess hit Karina in the face. Blind and not able to see she wanders around with the lopsided made snow ball in hand and instead smacks Olivia again with her own. It looked pretty comical as hands waved around and finally a sleeve came to her face to wipe the snow off. "Oh god's I thought I was gonna die." and then gets pelted with one from Daria.

Deva cackles a grin at Caspian and his song. "That was beautiful!" she insists, while in the middle of getting a face and mouthful of snow from the snowball that Edris hurls her way. Sputtering and spitting it out, she eyes the Elwood with determination and returns fire. "Totally! Nice throw," she beams at Vesper. "No one dies today! Except maybe your head will feel a little cold for a while," she promises Karina from across the dividing line.

Olivia checks luck and athletics at normal. Olivia is successful.

Daria checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Critical Success! Daria is spectacularly successful.

Daria checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Daria fails.

Karina checks luck and athletics at normal. Karina is successful.

Griffin checks luck and athletics at normal. Griffin fails.

Caspian checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Caspian is successful.

Edris checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Edris marginally fails.

Vesper checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Vesper is successful.

Mattheu checks strength and athletics at normal. Mattheu is successful.

Rosalind checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Rosalind fails.

Deva checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Critical Success! Deva is spectacularly successful.

Daria checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Daria fails.

"I could sing too," Vesper calls to Caspian, "but I only know something vulgar about snowballs I learned in a tavern. Once." She does a check of who looks like they might have delicate sensibilities and seemingly decides not to chance it as she crouches an re-arms herself. Daria's antics and protective shielding gets an approving clenched fist in the air. "That's the way! Valor!" she says, before she throws again.

Daria checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Daria is successful.

Daria checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Daria is successful.

Daria checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Daria is successful.

Karina didn't particularly like getting whacked with snow. Nope! She shivered and shuddered as snow started to dip down in her gown. She did a little dance Ooing and ahhing before chucking the snow ball at Caspian's face. She looks to Olivia and kinda gives her a high five as they both land a successful hit.

Edris clearly thinks he might have gotten away with a clean hit, because when he turns to look for another good snow pile, Deva's first throw catches him on the back of the head, sending a sploosh of snow cascading over the back of his cloak and probably between his cloak and back as well. His laughter joins others as well, both in resurfacing to seeing Deva need to wipe snow off her face as he shivers slightly from cold crystals working their way down his spine. He hastily packs another snowball and sends it sailing again, though it falls short this time, sending a smattering of snow across the feet of those where it lands.

Feeling proud of hismelf was not the way to win the second roung. No sooner that he had let it go, a snowball hit him right in the face. His balance was off, his snowball went wide, and he got a snowball in the face. "Hrmpf.."

Olivia narrows her eyes at her target.. she had to get revenge! She packs her snowball again and hucks it at him as accurately as possible.. totally not closing her eyes at the last second in potential shame of a miss... BUT SHE CONNECTS and the crowd goes wild, or that was just in her head when she finally opened up to see she hit who she was aiming for! Whether she lasted any longer, she was happy for at least that!

"A vulgar song about snowballs? Please share!" Deva's face lights up as she eyes Vesper with a broad, curious smile. "Maybe at the spirits afterward!" she adds. Then she's scooping up more snow to fling, looking at her opponents thoughtfully. Abruptly she turns her back and decides to toss the snowball over her head and behind herself, blindly attacking whoever it will unfortunately land on. Unnecessary, but with flair.

Caspian laughs as the carnage ensues, grinning as daraia is pelted and looking over to vesper. "Dont hold back! let your voice ring out and shatter the nerves of our enemies!!" he spins, a devish int eh snow as he scoops another handful and packs it aiming for Mattheu. once more he begins to sing.

"sent with love you claim my lord?!
Allow me this rebuttal!

Your words ring of a false chord
you seek to leave me in puddel!

So now swift revenge shall be mine
Oh snowball please sail true!

Deliver justice in a straight line
and gods.. OH MATTHEU YOUR SHOE!!"

it was a very paltry attempt at distraction.. but all was fair in love and war.. and snowball fights. he hurls the ball with a flourish. "haha!!" as he looked, WHUMPF, WHUMPF, WHUMP.. the was very foolish to stand still and the numerous snowballs now oozing down his face were proof of that. some of the snow snuck down his neck and the man begin to dance like an idiot as the ice creeped slowly down his back.

Daria is packing up the perfect snowball, winding up to throw at Olivia, there is quite the *thump* as it smack dead center, powerfully into her chest. Daria winces slightly at the impact

Rosalind is LAUGHING, wiping snow from her face. "I can't SEE,"she cries with a grin, packing in more snow. She throws a snowball at Caspian, really not sure if it lands

Olivia checks luck and athletics at normal. Olivia is successful.

Daria checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Daria marginally fails.

Griffin checks luck and athletics at normal. Griffin is successful.

Karina checks luck and athletics at normal. Karina is successful.

Vesper checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Vesper is successful.

Edris checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Critical Success! Edris is spectacularly successful.

Mattheu ducks and rolls through the snow, laughing as many attempt to hit him, his bells singing along in each roll and jump through the snow. Grabbing at another handful of snow, a quick pack as he looks over a makeshift hill of snow as Caspian sings to him, "It's the Rivenshari way, always with love, always to share completely from our heart!" Then ducking down as the snowball is sent back with as much love his way. He sends his own back in a lopsided lunge.

Deva checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Deva is successful.

Mattheu checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Mattheu is successful.

Caspian checks strength and athletics at normal. Caspian is successful.

Rosalind checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Rosalind is successful.

Olivia brushes off the snow from the last round, flinging the hair that was blowing in her face. She looks over to Karina with a sinister grin, packing her ball as well as she could and peeking over to spot her target.. Daria. She whispers something to Karina very briefly before they both stand at the same time and lob their balls at their target together! "FOR APPLE COBBLER!... like for real.. I need some after this.."

Karina was getting into the zone. Verdant hues flickered towards her next opponent and she looked to Olivia. They did some dynamic duo of snowball throwing at the same time and she slung the snowball as hard as she could at Daria. She jumped up and down doing a little dance with Olivia. "For wintery fun." she grinned and laughed.

The Redrain referee looks up from his notes and announces: "Cobbler, 12. Wine, 17. Getting closer. No outs so far, but make sure you stay inside the ring," he insists gruffly.

Edris lumbers across the field again, crouching low to avoid a few snowballs, and managing to get a shield arm up just in time to ward off another from hitting him full in the face. With his quick pack-and-send tactic, he manages to send two more snowballs sailing into the other side, aimed a little below the belt so that they're harder to dodge without diving.

Daria as she is preparing her next snowball when the team effort smacks her hard and she laughs lightly. "Good hit," she calls over

Wiping his face off, Griffin looks over at the 'enemy'. "One more for the road!"

Deva yelps a loud "OOF!" when smacked in the ribs with a well-timed snowball. She looks around, as if trying to determine the culprit. "I should've made us do shots first!" she realizes with a loud laugh, stumbling backwards a step or two.

Vesper laughs and signals thumbs-up at the Redrain Princess in response to what she says. "Impressive throw!" the knight cries after as she watches the over-the-shoulder move. And then, o and on it goes, ducking and scooping snow to return fire from the shelter of a snowbank. Eventually, Vesper decides to go kamikaze. She takes an armful of snowballs and charges across the field, throwing at anyone who dares enter her line of sight, before doing a tuck-and-roll into another snowbank. "No outs? Whoof. Tough group," says she.

"You know. Apple Cobbler sounds sorta good,"Rosa considers, forming more snowballs. She darts across the field, trying to dodge, but in the midst she she throws a snowball a Deva now. A victorious laugh eluding from her lips. But then she's snacked in the face with snow. "Humph!

Caspian packs snowball after snowball into this jacket, his chest looking very much like a lumpy wash board. he scrambles up to the top of hill, "FOR MULLED WINE YE RAPSCA....!!" he is about hurl snowballs with deadly accuracy when a ball from lord Edris catches him just below the belt. the man's warcry is cut off abruptly, and the man turns to hobble back to safety, lobbing a few balls over his shoulder in the off chance one would hit.

Karina blinks, and then it hit her. No not a snow ball. But an idea for a painting for Caspian. "Master Caspian!!! I've got it!! I know what I'm painting you!." she yells out across the field.

"There is plenty of mulled wine and apple cobbler for afterward in case you want to get your revenge or triumph by way of your gullet!" Deva declares. There is aw ince at Caspian. Poor guy. "You're not going to paint his snowballs, are you?!" she wonders delightedly of Karina.

Olivia looks to Karina at her outburst "Oh I really hope its a memorial painting to that last hit.. I would buy that one."

Caspian checks strength and athletics at normal. Caspian is successful.

Rosalind checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Rosalind is successful.

Edris checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Edris is successful.

"For Mulled Wine!" Vesper echoes from Fort Snowbank. "May we continue to hold the line! Remain strong, team!" she shouts. Except there is a wine as she sees the hobbling by the Champion. "Walk it off!" she adds.

Olivia checks luck and athletics at normal. Olivia fails.

Karina checks luck and athletics at normal. Karina fails.

Vesper checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Critical Success! Vesper is spectacularly successful.

Mattheu checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Mattheu is successful.

Griffin checks luck and athletics at normal. Griffin marginally fails.

Deva checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Deva is successful.

Daria checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Critical Success! Daria is spectacularly successful.

Mattheu looks at the ref, then smirks to Vesper. "Hold what now?" He gathers up some snow and walks out from behind his hiding spot still attempting to make Caspian his sole target.

Karina laughed at Deva's insightful inspiration to painting Caspian's snow balls. She choked up a little and with Olivia adding into the mix she trips over her gown laughing manically. Maybe a twinge of a wail as she's falling face first into the cold deep dark cave that was snow and yuck.

Ooops Griffin falls! And so does his snowball. *boof* Not two feet in front of him.

As the snowballs fly, the referee scribbles down more notes as he sees inspiring strikes make contact. Or not. But there's a lot of contact. Chuckling lowly, he announces: "Team Mulled Wine crosses the threshold with some impressive throws in the last round."

Deva whistles and applauds, "Dame Vesper, Lady Daria, remind me to never piss you off. Those were amazing." And then to Team Cobbler, she stands to lean forward a bit with her hands on her knees while she catches her breath. "I still have snow in my nostrils I think! Well played everyone."

Olivia was not paying attention very well at spotting Caspian getting nut sacked from a snowball, she was laughing far too hard for that. She tried to pack a snowball and wound her arm back to throw it, lost balance when Karina went down next to her and fell straight on her arse... probably covered in whatever snowballs came flying her way and giggling hysterically.

Rosalind is laughing, smiling. "Would they be blur cold snowballs,"she asks, building up her supplies. Rosa looks over at her team, encouraging them with a smile,"We can d--,"She starts. But the referee sort of have put points. He hits a snowball. Just because.

Edris might have had the chance to look over and see why all of a sudden Caspian's war cry was silenced, but he has to concentrate on keeping the snow he's scooped up in his hand as he's hit by a barrage of friendly fire. Now he's splattered from head to toe in the front and the back, one quite a good hit, really, right between his shoulder blades. He still manages to send his last snowball sailing towards the other team. But when there's a wail, he stops, moving rapidly over to Karina and offering a hand up. "Are you all right?" he asks with concern, nevermind the snow plopping off of his clothing and probably some of it getting on to her. But at the annoucement of the winners, he offers a bow in their direction as well. "Well fought, friends."

Caspian blinks, doing his best to 'shake it off' "yeah well.. on the bright side... at least its numb now.." he perked up as karina called out, peaking up over his wall to see, "Oh you do?" WHUMPF mattheu's snowball connects squarely with the man's face, a small mound of white remaining on his nose as the rest fell away. his cheeks were flaming red from the chill and impact. "You realize of course this means war!" he gathered up the snowballs he had ;left and began to send them high into the air over the enemy team, haphazardly landing where they may"

Daria winds up her next ball and slings it over at the other team with a power behind it, not sure whom takes it but she seem satisfied

Griffin is leaghing at himself. "I will take some mulled wine now, and let the others play."

Mattheu continues his bold jingling walk directly over to the other team, holding the bottle of whiskey out to them. "Well played." He laughs to Caspian, "We can have a war if that is what you wish. Though Whiskey can be awfully better."

Karina's face is encrusted with snow. She looks like a living ice popsicle. Thankfully, with Edris' help she manages to make it out alive. Snow sputtered from her mouth as she sat up and looked to him with a pitiful, maybe comical because of all the snow stuck to her face, looking expression. "Umpfftt..." more snow coming from his clothing. She tries to brush the hair from her face, not able to see that well. "Lady Olivia. Is that you." finally she wipes off the excess snow to see Edris. "Oh.. Hello." she giggles.

Caspian nods emphatically, the little tuft of snow flying off as he stood up on slightly wobbly legs. "Aye.. whiskey sounds far better" he laughs then, "Well thrown my friend!" he reached up to rub at his nose, "eh.. im fairly sure anything done to it would be an improvement anyway" he clapped and cheered, "Well done all! For Mulled wine!!"

Vesper gathers up a massive snowball to heft in a final coup de grâce alongside Daria. She offers the other woman a high-five should she choose to accept it, before saying to the other team, "That was very well fought. Very close, at the beginning."

"We can have a battle royale after a round of drinks!" Deva announces with glee. "Those who don't want to fight again are welcome to create their best snowman display. You can design to your heart's content with the help of our craft table, and then you can share your work with a story or performance."

Olivia lays in the snow, accepting her frozen fate of being covered to death from snowballs, her blue eyes moving to Karina as she speaks her name "I think its me, though it seems I've stolen Caspian's dream and became the snowman myself." she grins and starts climbing out of the snow, brushing off what she could before too much of the cold soaked through her leathers.

"Perhaps it's time to go claim a hot drink, miss," Edris tells Karina gently. He was perhaps on the verge of seeing Olivia up as well, though as she climbs to her feet, he nods with approval. Once he's certain they're both all right, he'll begin to make his way over towards where the drinks will be served himself, shaking off the worst of the snow from his cloak, and running a hand through his hair. It doesn't get rid of /everything/ but possibly he won't have even more icy water getting into his clothing. He does, at least, have the courtesy to look slightly abashed as he nears Caspian. "Are you all right, champion? I would offer to buy you a drink, but her highness has already taken care of that," he says, glashing a grin at Deva.

Daria high fives her team and laughs as she looks around to see what is going on.

Karina nods in agreeance to Edris' suggestion of getting a hot drink. "Yes, thank you. That sounds good. I'll do that." she blinks, the snow still stuck to her brows. She shuddered again before walking towards Olivia and helping her up. "I wonder if they have some warm cider or something." she murmurs to the woman, clinging to the warmth of her cloak.

"An all out battle royale sounds good. Though, yes. Drinks first!" Mattheu calls back to Deva in a laugh as he pulls a long drink from the whiskey bottle. Nodding to Caspian and Edris, handing the bottle over then looking back to Daria, "Exceptionally well played Daria." He shakes a finger at her, "To think I almost had to pegged as a simple guard."

Rosalind huffs at letter she gets. "Fiiiine!" She hurries to Deva, going to hug her if she let's her. "This was fun! Thank you!" Waving to those on her team, she grins,"Best team! " And then she darts out.

2 Redreef Wardens leaves, following Griffin.

"Her arm is terrifying," Deva nods toward Daria, her expression completely serious. "Are you an archer by chance?" Rosalind gets a big hug before she skitters off, a grin following her as she leaves. "Drinks over there!" She starts to wave people toward the bar, where there are indeed a mix of warm drinks and ales alike to satisfy a variety of cravings. "I'd love to see your work sometime? What's your preferred medium?" she asks Karina.

Caspian looks to olivia and grins, "Thats the best part of snow... there is always plenty to go around! i'll make my dream come true still, plenty of time yet!" he looks to Edris and nods, "i agree, a drink sounds marvelous!" he chuckles, dusting some of the remains of the battle off his clothes and face.

"Drinks first," Edris agrees amiably to Mattheu's suggestion, claiming another hot cider, after pulling off his gloves. He claims a standing place by one of the fires, basking for the moment as he sips slowly.

Rosalind has left the wrestling pit.

Vesper does appreciate the notion of a warm drink so finds her way towards the bar. "Your grace," she offers towards Deva with a respectful bow of her head as she passes. "Thank you for this event. It was enjoyable."

Karina perked up as Deva asked about her art. She beamed brightly even if covered in snow still. "Oh of course, your highness." a charming sweet smile plastered along her face. "I own a shop called Muse of Mourning. I mostly do oils.. but sometimes I dabble in a little watercolor and textured things like adding bits of cloth or stones to my work." Verdant hues seem to brighten when talking about her work, passionate about painting. "Do you dabble in art your highness?" a brow quirks with her question.

Olivia gets up with a smile at Karina, her face even more red from the chill of the ice. "Mmm yes, warm cider please!" she rubs her hands together and makes her way over, looking to Caspian "Oh I plan on helping with it!" she grabs some snow and runs over to try to drop it on his head.

Edris listens to the conversations around him, falling into companionable quiet and enjoying his cider. However, at the mention of Karina's favored medium, and her question to Deva, there's a smile that lights his eyes, if not his lips.

"Dame Vesper, I'm so glad you could make it. Should you have the time soon, I'd love to hear what you've been up to with the Knights of Solace? I was dear friends with one of your cousins, Cassius, who also belonged to the order. There a few things I'd like to work with your order and the north, potentially, given current... circumstances," Deva waves around in general. "Let me know if you'd like to chat?" With a grin, she claps the Dame on the arm and looks toward Karina with an eager nod. "Lovely! I'd love to see. I think I'm currently in the market for decorating, so I'd love some pieces if you've got the time to make some. I'm very interested in the arts, but my skills are-- well, rough enough that I keep my sketches to myself. So I'd much prefer the help of a professional!"

"I am an acher yes, thank you," Daria replies warmly. "Daria a whitefeather ranger or scout as I explain to most people," she explains, cursteying in greeting

Karina rocks back and forth on her heels, a slight crunching of snow under shoes. "Ooo, yes! I wish I had some drawings with me. I sketch as well. Sometimes I find that it helps to sketch first and then apply it to a painting." she chuckles, giving a little shrug, "Oh, well no time like the present to learn and practice your highness. Practice makes near to perfection. Never perfect because nothing is." her gaze drifts to Olivia watching as she gets her cider then shifting back to Deva, "I would be honored to make some pieces for you. I've got a few commissions in the works currently. Lady Ilmia.. is getting a nickel necklace with tourmalines and I'm also making a painting for Princess Terese's knightly challenge as well as some medals for the prizes."

Caspian goes and fetches a mug of steaming cider, letting the warmth of the drink begin to thaw away the chill of the snowballs. he looks to Deva and Karina and smiles, "i have been to her shop! she makes truly masterful pieces. i look forward to seeing what she will do for you Princess Deva!" he laughed then, "

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Mattheu before departing.

Caspian goes and fetches a mug of steaming cider, letting the warmth of the drink begin to thaw away the chill of the snowballs. he looks to Deva and Karina and smiles, "i have been to her shop! she makes truly masterful pieces. i look forward to seeing what she will do for you Princess Deva!" he laughed then, "and apparently anow balling is another one of her many talents." he looked to them all and chuckled, "And excellent job snowballing to you all! i think i shall be frozen for days to come from this.. unless the cider can warm me up a little"

Karina quips, "Oh yes and a piece for Master Caspian to replace the one that /was/ in his living area." she chuckled.

1 Rivenshari Clansman, Lucky, the fishing cat, Patock, A clever Youth, 2 Rivenshari Elite Guards arrive, following Athaur.

"Karina is a masterful painter, I actually have one of her pieces, somewhere," Daria replies, looking around like it maybe hidden in her pockets.

Vesper bows her head more deeply. "Of course. I'd be honored," she replies to Deva. "Whenever your schedule allows, I'd be most happy to talk shop, and see if there is any support or information that I can provide. She gives room for the others to help themselves to the drinks as she takes her cider and downs it contentedly.

Olivia is overheard praising Deva.

Caspian suddenly stiffens as Olivia runs and drops a handful of snow on his head. his shoulders tense and he shivers, "or... not.." he looks to olivia and grins, "revenge i take it?"

"Princess Terese had mentioned being excited about being in touch with an artist for that event," Edris observes. "I too look forward to seeing some of your work," he says to Karina. His smile rests fully on Deva for a moment, though he continues to listen thoughtfully, especially when SOlace is brought up. "You could add some whiskey to the cider," he suggests to Caspian.

Vesper has left the courtyard benches.

Olivia has left the wrestling pit.

2 Ashford Archer, Bethany, 1 Ashford Ranger leave, following Olivia.

Mattheu works on rolling a ball of snow, pushing along and stopping to take a drink from his whiskey. The ball is almost as high as his knees and he's now trying to figure out if it can be picked up easily or if it will be the base of a snowman

"Me too! Archery, that is. We should go shoot sometime!" Deva suggests to Daria with a grin. "I bet you'd have a lot of fun ranger stuff to talk about," she adds, waving between Daria and Edris with an upturned palm. "Then it's settled, Karina, we'll have to share sketches-- maybe I can come by your shop later this week? I'd love to get a few tips, too. Nothing is never perfect, it's true," she laughs heartily in agreement. Fingers curl around a warm cider as she nods thoughtfully, "I'm in no rush and still have to figure out what I'd want, so no need to rush anything I promise! Just when you have time, add me to the list?" Her eyes widen, "That sounds lovely. You make jewelry too? That's quite a lot of skill!" Caspian's affirmation elicits a big grin and thumbs-up. "Me too." Vesper's response elicits a hopeful, warm grin, and she gestures toward her assistant Jasper to make some note for her schedule. "Are you making a snowman, Lord Mattheu?!" she inquires excitedly.

"Oh, I would be both honor and thrilled to your highness thank you, Shall you be at the Clearlake Archery Tournament as well," Daria replies with a small smile. She seems slightly overwhelmed by all the commotion but tries to smile and remain plesant and respectful as she speaks

The Marquis can be heard long before he can be seen, the jingling of his many bells echoing off the snow and walls of the buildings around him. Athaur steps onto the Redrain grounds, looking about curiously at the various decorations that have been set up for the celebration. A smile lights his face and he grins broadly. "Ah, wonderful. It seems as if the snow assault has tapered down." He lifts a hand towards Mattheu. "So this is where you are hidding, little brother?"

Karina looks to the ground shyly as everyone chimes in about her painting. Her cheeks growing rosier by the minute. Though it could be the cold doing it as well. Caspian and Daria both get warm smiles of exuberance before the woman's attention shifts smoothly to Edris, "Oh," a cheesy smile along her lips, shrugging, "I'm honored she was excited enough to mention me. And thank you, I'm excited to reveal it. I have a story of a knight that goes along with it." then back to Deva, "Of course, I will see to it that your added. And whenever I'm in the shop your more then welcome to come down and pop in. I love visitors."

Mattheu watches as Olivia excitedly offers Caspian more snow for the man must be missing it in his search for something warm over the offered whiskey, then looks to his own snowball as Deva calls over to him. A silly lopsided grin on his face as he nods with a soft jingling, "Erm. Yes. A snowman. I wasn't going to find a way to hurl it at all..." He kneels down before the ball and packs more snow onto it, /see, the ball is a great body to the snowman.../ Looking up to Athaur, "Brother!" He offers the bottle of whiskey up before standing up himself, "Me? Hiding? I haven't been hiding..." Changing the subject as if he might have been hiding, "Have you met Caspian? He's a great champion."

Linx, a beautiful Persian cat with a green collared bow, 2 Seryn veteran guards, Mihai, a Rivenshari guard trying to be unobtrusive arrive, following Thesbe.

"We have spoken, briefly, at the Training Center," Edris says warmly of Daria, to Deva. "'Twas not the right night for a proposed contest between bow and blade, but it did get me to thinking about how to incorporate training on both sides, for the younger ones of my household. It is always a pleasure to make the acquaintance of one who loves the woods as well," he bows his head respectfully to Daria. As Athaur makes an appearance, the Elwood knight offers a bow of respect in greeting, but doesn't interrupt the brotherly discussion. "In truth, I am happy to hear that Princess Terese's vision is coming into being. A celebration both in deed, and art, and hopefully song as well."

"I hope to be!" Deva gives Daria an enthusiastic nod. "Last minute meetings aside, I plan to be there. My bow is ready. It hasn't seen use in a while," she recalls with a mild frown. "I look forward to it." Athaur's arrival elicits a warm, curious smile and a dip of her head. "Welcome, Marquis. Lord Mattheu is well-versed in throwing snowballs at my head." Beaming at Karina, "Excellent. Jasper, reserve a block on my schedule to visit her shop! I swear if I don't schedule these things in I just drown sadly in paperwork. Anyway, I look forward to it." Then she laughs suddenly, "I bet we could find some sort of siege weapon to assist in hurling!" Mischief abounds.

Caspian shakes the snow off and looks to Edris with a grin, "hmm.. i might have to do just that. Somewhere, lady monique will give a nod approval at the idea i am sure" he chuckled, "Oh i wonder if this is for the event Princess Terese is holding. It's a grand idea, and one she is excited to set up." he nods in agreement with Edirs, "I think it will be a fine thing, and a good place for many to learn. myself included. At the mention of his name, Caspian turned to Mattheu, "huh? who?" he looked to Athaur, and smiled offering a bow "ah hello! Caspian Wild, at your service!"

Thesbe trudged through the snow to make it to the Redrain ward. Her whole entourage, Linx, her cat, included had the jingling bells of soothing tones along them. Bundled up head to snow she grins as she sees Matti and waves before heading over. "Hello, sorry I couldn't make it earlier. I was helping my sister." she smiles, cerulean blue eyes studying him for a lingering moment.

Athaur chuckles softly to Mattheu. "A likely story. But no, I have not met the man." He turns to the others, giving each of them a winning smile as he dips down into a dramatic and musical bow. "In fact, I do not believe I have met anyone here before. Marquis Athaur Rivenshari. It is a pleasure to meet all of you." He straightens and glances towards his brother at Deva's words. "I had thought we stopped throwing things at Princess' heads."

Karina chuckled at Deva and then nods faintly, "Of course, whenever you get time to visit. Your always more then welcome. But speaking of commissions I should probably head back and work on Lady Ilmia's piece." she waves to all before heading out and back to her shop.

Karina is overheard praising Deva.

Karina is overheard praising Caspian.

Karina is overheard praising Edris.

Mattheu's face lights up in a bright smile as he sees Thesbe, with a jingling nod towards Athaur, "It depends upon the situation?" He grins in his answer to his brother and Marquis, then pulls Thesbe a little closer. "Athaur. I'd like to introduce you to Lady Thesbe Seryn. While many here are new to you, she's of... more importance to me."

Karina has left the wrestling pit.

Caspian returns the man's smile with a big one of his own, "Its a pleasure and honor to meet you Athaur." he glanced to Karina as she spoke of leaving and waved. "it was good to see you Karina." he looks Mattheu as thesbe arrives and smiles broadly, "i'll uh.. allow you to make introductions a but more privately then lord Mattheu"

Edris bows his head respectfully in return to the Marquis. "Lord Edris Elwood," he introduces himself. "Though I have had the privelege of meeting both Lord Mattheu and Lady Eshra before, it is an honor to meet you as well, my lord." But then he offers a courtly bow to Thesbe as well, as she's indirectly introduced. He moves from his place at the fire close enough to murmur something quietly to Deva, before taking another swallow from his mug.

The brightest blue eyes like shimmering jewels deep as the ocean look from Mattheu to Athaur. "A pleasure to finally meet you Marquis Athaur Rivenshari." she offers a small bow to the man before a kind smile was offered to him and Mattheu both. Her hand slipping to Matti's to hold it. Her attention shifted to Edris, and offering a polite dip of her head in greeting.

"Well this was a lovely event, I do hope to see you all again soon," Daria. "I a missive away for anyone needing a reliable scout, archery partner or wants to test their mettle against an archer in a friendly spar," she muses. "I bid you all Adue of now, till we next meet," she states offering a curtsey to everyone left

Deva greets Thesbe's arrival with a flutter of her fingers, pleased to see more arrivals. "Please, everyone help yourselves to a warm drink or our famous sweet rolls! Or anything else that suits your fancy. I think there's also stew and turkey legs..." The staff have food well in order, and there's a mix of yummy smells coming from the buffet table. "All in good fun, Marquis," she promises with a grin. "Princess Deva Redrain, welcome to our grounds! I hope you brought an appetite." As Edris approaches and murmurs something, she cracks a smile and slips an arm around his waist before murmuring a quiet response.

Tove is late to the party wouldn't you know. However she is making in appearance at the very least with arriving to give the departing folk and the grounds themselves a once over. Occasionally a nod of farewell or greeting is offered depending on what the receiver is doing.

Athaur looks curiously at his brother as he accepts the offered bottle of whiskey. He tilts his head to one side as Thesbe and he smiles before taking a drink from the bottle. He hands it back to his little brother before he bows to Thesbe. "My Lady it is a pleasure to meet you. I am charmed." He straightens and looks over towards Edris and nods his head. "My attention has been much focused on Riva of late. Makes it difficult to go out and show myself in the city."

Daria has left the courtyard benches.

Caspian looks to the woman who just entered, Tove, and smiles, "im afraid the snowball war has past, but there is drinks and good company in plenty! wont you come in and join the merriment?"

Mattheu leans in to share a quiet word with Thesbe as introductions are made, and smirks to Deva. "It was only a snowball or three, nothing like last time brother. In that regard we no longer attempt to throw things at princesses heads."

Thesbe returns Deva's flutter of fingers with her own wriggling wave before she looks back to Athaur. "As am I." she says softly, "Matti has been telling me much about your people and I've visited the expanse. It's beautiful, with all the bells." her tone of voice genuine, her own braided bells that Matti gave her jingling as she nodded. "My twin sister, Marquessa Iseulet is the same. She's elusive but she's always working to better our house." The blonde would comment to Athaur, perhaps, helping him not feel so bad for being elusive too. Not that Thesbe would know, but it's the thought that counts. She slightly leans into Matti as she snuggles close to his body for warmth amidst the cold. Thesbe frowned, "I'm sad to have missed it."

"What if the princesses want things thrown at their heads?" Edris asks, deadpan and all innocence, after taking another sip from his mug. "Or they started it first?" But there's an impish twinkle in his eye. "There might yet be a finale, my lady," he offers to Thesbe. But some of the merriment becomes much more serious when he replies to Athaur, "Aye, I imagine so, my lord. Especially with recent events."

Tove inclines her head to Caspian at his words. "Indeed, at the very least I will. I had patient that I was not expecting and they kept me away from the snowball war itself. A simple enough thing to take care of but often patients wish to chatter about this or that." good gracious she had a talker for a patient it seems.

Athaur laughs softly. "I suppose there is a time and place for throwing things at the heads of Princess'." He grins as he looks over towards the buffet table to look over the spread offered. He dips his head in greeting to Tove when she arrives before looking back to Edris. "We do live in interesting times, after all." He turns to Thesbe and laughs. "Yes, I am well acquainted with how diligently Maquessa Iseulet works." He claps his hands together. "But forgive me, the chill is dreadful so I think I am going to find something to fortify myself against this abomidable weather."

Mattheu steps a little closer to his brother to share a quick word, then looks back to Thesbe. "We should get you a drink, then we can discuss plans for a battle royale of snowball fights." He glances to the obvious base of a snowman he made, offering to Deva, "If a siege weapon is available..."

Deva spies Tove and greets her, brightly, "Lady Tove! Glad you could make it. Hope you'll have a drink?" A low laugh follows as she looks between Mattheu and Athaur. "It was all fair, truly." Edris' commentary elicits a merry laugh. "Yes, we frequently start it first. Ah-- forgive me, I must take care of something quickly. Thank you all for coming," she summarizes, grinning around before she steps aside to accept a message from her assistant.

Thesbe lifts her cape showing that her arm was still in a sling, "I'm in no such shape for battle royale snowball fights." she grins, "But I will watch you be victorious." she'd tug Mattheu along with her good arm and settle for hot chocolate.

Caspian grinned at Tove's words, nodding his head. "As a patient very frequently myself, i can attest that indeed we are talkative. perhaps it is the notion of staving off death an injury another day that does it? or we mistake the kindness and attention of the physician as an invitation to share all our troubles." he shrugged, his large frame appearing even larger from all the clothing he wore to keep warm. "who can say?" he chuckles, and then offers a flourishing bow, "Caspian Wild, at your service. And on behalf of patients everywhere, thank you for your patience with us"

Edris offers another courtly bow to Tove. "My lady," he offers courteously, in greeting. He watches Deva go as she's called aside by a messenger, and then finishes his mug and sets it aside.

Tove offers a wave in Deva's direction, someone she's at least familiar with. "Indeed! I shall join you in a few moments." Caspian earns a bit of a chuckle "I don't often mind the relieving of troubles, it's a part of the healing process to some. Occasionally it just comes at the most inopportune times." the bow is received with a nod of her head "Lady Tove Clearlake, always at the service of those injured." those returning her greetings earn a waggle of her fingers. "Ah, I am quite put out that I missed the event though, it seems as though it was great fun."

Mattheu follows Thesbe towards the buffet claiming another bottle of whiskey to make up for the one he'd given to Athaur then working on loading up a plate of food. "Yes. I have yet to completely apologize for that date..."

Athaur has gathered himself a mug of cider that he added a healthy splash of whiskey too. He turns towards Tove when she introduces herself and smiles. "Well met my Lady. We are something of family it would seem." He dips into a musical bow, the bells on him jingling with the movement.