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“Only by six minutes I must point out! but she lords it over me as if she’s far older.” he grumbled into his tea. What were the chances of finding another younger twin in a tavern in a small village like this? “She is at times but most of the time I would love to not see her for a decade!” he frowned, knowing he couldn’t run his business without her but would love a break from her bossy nature

Setting his tea down, still more than half in the cup, he hopped off his seat. “Let me go put my clothes on the heater quickly.” Kiran trotted back upstairs with his blanket, headed over to his room and looked around. The heater in question was right next to the desk where he’d put his sword. It couldn’t of been more obvious. Grabbing his shirt and trousers again to test if they were dry and shaking his head at the unsatisfactory findings.
He’d throw the clothes over the heater then wander back down to his seat to find Rosaline talking to the barkeep about his business.

Returning to sit he’d pick up his tea once again.

Rosaline said nothing, but instead laughed into her cup. Be careful what you wish for, she wanted to say, but held her tongue. He probably meant his words in jest, and not wanted his sister gone for good.

She tilted her head, acknowledging the man as he left to do his laundry. Hopefully there would be an extra room for her to set her soaking leathers out to dry. Still feeling the chill of the rain, all Rosaline wanted now was to curl up into something soft and warm, then fall asleep for at least half the day.

Quietly welcoming Kiran's return with a raise of a teacup, she said, "Wish this had some booze in it."

He smirked at her comment “It’s still early how long have you been awake?” giving her a somewhat bemused smile as he drank his own tea. “Can’t say I’m much of a drinker myself..” But that didn’t mean he didn’t have his own vices or bad habits. Some glaringly obvious under the blanket he covered himself in.

“Got any plans for the rest of the day?” he inquired. He mulled over in his head potential things he could do once his clothes were dry. Visit the apothecary, stop by a few other shops for materials then maybe back to this inn for the evening and off in the morning. He had the most serious look on his face as he planned out his day, not realising he was doing such.

"Since the night before last." She said, surprisingly forthcoming, and sipped away at more tea; must be getting tired. Stakeouts were horrible, and that wasn't the worst of it.

"Plans for the day are to first and foremost, get some shut-eye. Then..." Rosaline said, before catching from the corner of her eye, at the utmost serious look on Kiran's face as he presumably pondered into what could be the secrets of the bloody universe itself with such a strict mien. He was such an amusing person, a great find in what she thought was so dreary a town between cities. Very curious.

"...Maybe a visit to that apothecary, look for some poultices and draughts. I doubt we'll bump into each other, but if we do, don't be a stranger, yes? Kindly share a drop of your vast knowledge with the rest of us uninformed."

Both eyebrows raised as he finalised the mental maths in his head counting from the night before last. Despite having done so himself a few times it still surprised him only because is was so exhausting. How she was still functioning and talking was a mystery to him.

“Once everything's dry I’ll go to the apothecary myself then I’ve got some other materials to buy. Back here for the night then off to the city by sunrise.” Waving his hand dismissively at this boring schedule. For someone who had nothing to do no less than a few hours he’d now managed to make himself busy.

“ I hope the rain has eased up by now...” if not he’d have to go out without his coat. No point getting it soaked a second time. “You should really get some rest...” pointing out the obvious.

"Once I get a room, Doctor, I promise the first thing I'll do is catch up on sleep." She said, finishing the last of her special occasion tea in a gulp, before Rosaline pushed the tea set up the counter.

"Well, you sound like you've got your day planned out and ready. Do take care to not slip in the mud, though! Would hate for you to have to go about wandering in your blanket second time." Smiling, Rosaline reached into her pockets once again to unfurl a stringed pouch, pinching some pieces of coin from it.

After pulling out enough for a meager room, she placed it in front of Jackson. "Is this enough?"

I push back the coin "Don't worry about it the bar keeper doesn't come until 5 so you have some time to sleep" as i throw her a key, i then get down under the bar pulling out things of mine Including. A large bag, A Flintlock sort of pistol, Ammo, pieces of wood and metal, some chemicals, and a sheathed sword the sheath being made out of a fine black leather, and the hilt with a cool silver color not incredibly shiny but not dull either a perfect mix the guard then sloops down 2 inches the hilt also has a two finger trigger on it and the hilt is covered in a black grip tape neatly weaved back and forth between each other. i stand by the door waiting for Kiran so he could show him where to buy the medical supplies and go back to the city.

Catching the keys with a set look on her face, she made a mental note to lodge a complaint to management of not being afforded the basic hospitality of simply passing the keys, instead of having them thrown to her face.

"Well, that's my queue. If you two gentlemen would excuse me, I have an appointment with my sleep debt."

Quietly, she took back her coin and tried not to let her eyes linger on the innkeep's weapons, especially for what presumably was a walk through the village. The need to resort to being armed at all was suspect to say the least, and the fact that they have seen regular use.

"Have a nice day."

“Thats good to hear” he smiled at the idea of Rosaline getting some sleep. “Yeah I rather not travel home caked in mud, I won’t hear the end of it...”

Finishing off his tea he pushed the cup forward and got up. “Look at that, free room. Good night then miss.” Bowing his head a little to her. An interesting woman who was definitely a lot more under the surface than she appeared, he’d figured that much out. “Thanks for the tea.”

Heading upstairs as the barkeep was pulling out his equipment Kiran returned to his room.
Woollen coat still damp, it would take much longer to dry than the rest of it.
After a few moments he stepped out of his room once again. Wearing a white shirt and dark green waistcoat, brown trousers and black knee high leather boots. His belt was covered in pouches and bags and a sword that looked like it was put to use frequently, still stained and improperly cleaned from last time.

This was much better than wandering around in a blanket!
Coming back down he saw Jackson waiting by the door. “I know where to go but if your heading that way then alright.”

Mercy walked into the inn after a long day of stealing fro-i mean trading with local merchants. Her cabin on the ship had become flooded from their last battle with royal patrol ships, so she decided a warm bed in this town couldn’t do any harm.

She was was short in comparison to others in the inn, (except for knomes or pixies), but her reputation clearly preceded her. As she walked in people either cowered in fear at the legendary outlaw, or whispered tales to astonish that were told of her battles on the sea.

She sat down at a table and kicked her feet up on it. After a few minutes of staring by the customers and whispers by some of the staff, Mercy rolled her eyes and yelled,
“Cant anyone get a girl a rum and a room in this place!”