Final Fantasy Hacktics

Rhyhorn bounces onto the floor outside the bath with a thud, still unmoving.

   "You killed Rhyhorn! You bastards!"

Elia hops out of the water and heads straight to Rhyhorn. "Alrighty. WE need to boil the water out of him, Yvonne start a fire under him, the rock will heat up and boil the water." She jokes. "Okay lets see, I need to get water out of a rock...." Elia's eyes get big and she turns to Hogarth. "Hogarth friend! Might you pick up Rhyhorn and shake him upside down? Else he might die."

Rhyhorn's eyes shoot open upon hearing what Elia describes, roaring and running far away from her, his cunning plow for a terrible prank swept out from under him as he begins coughing up tiny bits of water he actually did swallow.

   "Rhyhorn! Yer alive! Praise Karla! Praise Hiran! Praise... some... other diety!"

Elia stands up smiling boldly. "I seem to have the remedy for everything." She walks to the room where she placed her clothing and equipment to dry herself off, and get dress. Fully clothed, and geared up, she heads out of the room to the lady at the counter. "Has a man named Seap come by at all?" She asks. Then Inn keeper replies with a no. Elia frowns, "As I thought. Well I think my crew and I would enjoy a nice meal soon." The Inn keeper nods and walks to a table and begins setting it up for the group with mugs and utensils.

Rhyhorn continues coughing up some water, glaring at Elia as she walks past before moving back to Yvonne and the others, questioning in his mind whether the so-called priestess of Odinn was actually trying to kill him.

   "Well, I *was* clean..." Yvonne mutters, looking around for a body of warm water Hogarth has not entered yet.

Rhyhorn sighs before shaking the water off himself like a dog and heading off to the changing room to get his saddles back in order, having had enough fun in the tub for one night.

   Noticing that Elia left, Yvonne hurriedly rewashes herself before making a hasty return to the cubbyhole in which she had left her stuff. She shakes off the loose droplets and allows her high body heat to evaporate the rest. She hums her flower shop tune to herself as she pulls the ring of petals around her waist and cinches the other one around her upper torso. She unties the bouquet and uses the lace to hold her hair up in a ponytail through which she pushes the stalks of the tiny blue flowers. She then re-adorns herself with her favored jewelry. Lastly, she admires herself in her mirror for a while, making minute adjustments to make sure her appearance is perfect. Assuring herself everything is in order, she makes her way to the reception desk. "Hello!" She calls to the woman behind the counter. "'As a young, minstrel-type-guy stopped by fer our message to 'im?" A strange expression crosses the innkeep's face for a moment before she gives a negative reply. "Huh... Meby they're feedin' 'im back a' the border fort..." the flame fey mutters before seeking the dinner hall.

All the while, Nathalie had reserved herself to relax in the calm, soothing waters, blocking out the ensuing pool-time play. When she'd had her fill, Nathalie just casually got up from the pool, walked slowly to her tower, and rubbed herself dry of suds, water or renegade Hogarth filth. She tied the towel up just above her breasts, and thankfully it fell just to her lower thighs before attempting to change in the washroom.

Elia spots Yvonne talking to the lady at the desk, and calls her over. "Madam Incendam. Come over here its dinner time!"

Rhyhorn eventually straps his saddle back to himself properly, following the ladies out of the bath.  He takes a detour for his room to drop off the 15 pounds of rocks strapped to his back before the smell of food makes its way to his stone nose and he nearly gallops his way back down, hunting for the source with nearly child-like glee: good food could remedy any problem after all!

Nathalie drains the water of her hair, standing over a bucket and squeezing until it was at least relatively dry before putting her clothes back on and leaving the changing room. She follows the band to the kitchen, and feeling quite hungry, was left with no choice but to engage in the majesty of good, homecooked meals.

"I wonder what's on the menu tonight.." Nathalie mused, walking toward where Elia was.

Emerging from the water, Hogarth shakes herself dry, like a wolf, and in fact much like the wolf whose pelt she now wears. Dry enough, she puts her belts and pelt back on, straps her axe on her back, and stomps off towards ale. And also food.

Rhyhorn continues scampering around, ignoring everything around him, food being the one dominating thought in his mind.  He'd just realized he'd not eaten all goddamn day and he'd be eating something far more delicious than rocks!  Soon, he barely notices Elia and Nathalie, attempting to slow down but not having enough time to do so.  He ends up nearly skidding right past them, butting his hide against a nearby table and almost knocking it over.  He rears up onto his hind legs and places his front ones onto the table for a moment, as if to say "Dibs!"

Dodging the charging rhinoceros, Nathalie takes a seat on the right side of the table, somewhere near the middle, but not quite the middle because she enjoys being off-center and sits down, waiting for the rest of the band to sit together.

"I've yet to see such marvelously cooked food in my life!" She exclaimed, eying all the food with a ravenous lust, "What is this food here?"

"Too dead to eat." snorts Hogarth, ashamed to be seen in a banquet hall where all the food has been cooked so thoroughly. Not one rare or bloody hunk of meat to be found. She snatches some bread and a bottle of ale, and goes to find fairer game.

Rhyhorn shifts around, finding one of the table ends and gets back up onto his hind legs, resting his upper gently onto the table to feel more like one of the upright-standing hoominz and other hoomin-like companions.  Sadly, this is when he realizes he lacks hands with which to fill his plate with delicious noms, and has himself a sads.

Nathalie put a bunch of food onto her plate, nothing too fattening though, anything that looked less like it was slaughtered or cooked by a goblin and more like it was prepared for royalty, and eyed in lovingly.

"Shall we eat!?" She asked, speeding up the process to chow down on her food.