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As the smell of frying bacon whiffs past you, followed by the aroma of fresh citrus, you regret having breakfast back at the mansion… though if you ate here you might not have been able to hug your hubby, so it might just even out in the end.
Belle: “We have to decline, as we just had breakfast before we came here.”
Perry: “Then maybe a morning drink will tickle you fancy, lass? First glass on the house!”
Belle: “…a glass of something sweet wouldn’t hurt. Something non-alcoholic.”
Perry: “I know just the thing, Mrs. Knott…”
Perry turns around and grabs a bottle from the shelf behind him, before bending down a bit to pick up a newly cleaned glass hidden behind the counter. With a quick, experienced motion he uncorks the bottle, fills the glass with the green, yellowish liquid and without missing a beat slides it over to you.
Perry: “Here we go, a glass of our finest pear cider. Oh, and we got todays newspaper available for all ‘paying’ customers, if you haven’t read it already.” He says while gesturing towards a pile of papers near the door.
Belle: “Thank you, Perry...” you take a sip from the glass, enjoying the sweet, fruity taste, before looking around the pub again, “This place is certainly very charming and lively.”
Perry: “Ha!” Perry tries to hide his goofy smile before continuing, “You should have seen this place before I took over. Let just say I had a lot of cleaning up to do.”
Belle: After taking another sip from the glass, you ask, “Speaking of the old owner… that old sign outside, with the red eyed raven? What is that about?”
Perry: The dog doesn’t answer at first, instead pulling out his own glass and filling it with the same cider he gave you, “Ah, yes, that old thing. Been meaning to get rid of it but… it got its charm you know? This place used to be called ‘The crow nest’ before I took over, not unlike a lot of other things in this town. They have a bit of a crow theme going on, you know.” he takes a quick sip before adding, “And the eyes are supposed to be brown, but wear and tear has made it look a lot more menacing, lass.”
Belle: “This town has a crow theme?”
Perry: “It is called Crowmoor, you know… as in ‘Crow’ and ‘moor’.” Throwing a glance out of the window, he pauses for a second, “It goes way back to the founder of this place, the old blood… their name means something like ‘Crow Islet’ in their old tongue, though seeing as this place wasn’t an islet it became a moor instead… not that it is a moor either nowadays.”
Belle: “The old blood? You mean the… um… Kråkholme or what they were called?”
Perry: “That’s right. They were some noble from some weird, godforsaken country in the old world before they came here… well, I guess they still are, seeing how young Master Chris is a relative of theirs. So cheers to that!” he belloves as he rises his glass and take a large gulp.
Belle: After taking a sip as well, you ask, “So you know their history?”
Perry: “Not really… I know that the last of their line went bloody mad and killed his family, before committing suicide in the asylum in town. Quite a messy affair, I’ve been told… he was completely convinced he had saved them or some such. Kept rambling about the devil and some star as well. Poor sod.”
You take a moment to just enjoy the quiet and relax a bit, sipping from your cider. Throwing a glance around the room you can still see the wolf staring at you while the old ladies seem to be… reading tarot cards? Finally, you notices Chris has joined the sailors in some kind of dice game, having a merry time with those strangers... you were wondering where he had disappeared too. He always had a knack for befriended pretty much anyone. Turning your head a bit to look out the window, you can see the raven hobo going through a trashcan on the other side of the street, clearly desperate to find either food or a drink.
Belle: “We saw this raven outside, begging for money. Do you know anything about her? She seems like she needs help…”
Perry: “Oh, so you’ve seen our resident old mad bird. Ignore her, she’s harmless… mostly just talks about nonsense, so don’t go believing anything she might say.”
Belle: “But surely she has some kind of history?”
Perry: He lifts up his glass and turns it a bit in the sunlight, “I have to admit, I’m not the person to ask about that… though I know she used to be a respected… what was it?” With one swift quaff, he finishes his drink, “Doctor, I think? That all I know, lass, sorry.”
The raven fishes up an old bottle from one of the cans, suckling on it as if she was a new born babe that had just found a bottle of warm milk. With a sigh you look back over the interior of the pub, watching as your hubby seemingly wins a round much to his delight, before locking eyes with the wolf that is still staring at you from across the room.
Belle: “…and the wolf? The one that has been staring at me since I came here, who is he? Should I be concerned?”
Perry: “Hmm?” Perry looks over at the wolf, who gives him a wide smile, before looking back at you, “Ah, you mean that rascal Miller? While I’ve never seen him do anything to bad, there are rumors that he is up to less than legal escapades. So I wouldn’t recommend trying to befriend him, no.”
Belle: “Less than legal? Really?”
Perry: O’mally leans in and whispers, “You didn’t hear this from me, but there are rumors floating around that he and his friends are smuggling something through the port here.” The dog gives you a quick nod as he pulls away from you again.
Belle: You finish your glass and push it towards Perry… “So… this place got any funny stories? I mean, the town?”
Perry: “Funny? Hmm…” he picks up both glasses and places them in front of him, before pulling out a rag, “I’m not sure we have a lot of funny stories, no…”
Belle: “Then how about just stories, then?”
Perry: Cleaning one of the glasses for a bit, he lift it up in the light to inspect it while answering, “Well… you already know about the murder-suicide... and then there’s all the missing children as well, at least according to the paper…”
Belle: “All are these stories this gruesome?”
Perry: “There is the rumors that this place used to belong to some obscure tribe of natives before Kråkholme came here… there’s even an archeologist lass on the other side of town that wants to do a dig here, but so far she hasn’t been able to get the necessary approvals.”
Belle: “Archeology you say?”
Perry: “Supposedly there’s a lot of old treasure to find if you know where to look.” The Dog puts both the bottle and the glasses away, before starting to scrub the bar itself with the rug, “Now, was there anything else I can help you with, lass?”
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