Humidity ((open))

[Onyxwing]

Brandstifter listened to complaints about the rat meat for awhile before the door was knocked on. Grabbing his flame siphon, he lit the starter wick and went forward. He slowly opened the door to find a weasel with a heavily weighed down pack. Bringing the flame siphon's flickering flame closer to the weasels face, he saw it was someone he knew.

"You? Again?" He said before he fired a short burst of flame into the air above. He knew this weasel, a con artist who had tricked Brandstifter into giving away food, and had by the looks of things, stolen a rapier of a Guosim shrew. Turning back into the church he asked for asistance from anyone who would help. He would let them decide whether to take this weasel in or not.

[Sigurd]

After taking massive bite of the cooked rat-meat, Torks licked his lips. That was good! Turning to see the shrew-rat open the door, and shoot out fire, he grinned. More food! Dowing the rest of the rat, he got up quickly, staggering to the door, trying swallow his meal.

"Weasel for desert?" he asked the shrew, his good eye staring directly at the weasel.

[Django]

Glad to have something to take her mind off the vile rat meat, Sola jumped up and went over to the front door, wondering what was so bad that Mr. Aegis had to set off his flame-throwing weapon. Then she saw the weasel, looking idiotic in his drenched cloak as he hefted a bulging sack.

"And who might you be, sirrah?" she asked, stifling a giggle at the weasel's ridiculous red nose. She noticed the rapier at his side, and immediately knew he'd lifted it off a Guosim shrew. Recognizing a fellow thief, she suddenly remembered Mr. Aegis's policy on thieves. The weasel hadn't even walked in the door and already things were not boding well for him. Not to mention the fact that Torks still looked hungry.

[Promatera]

((OOC: I know it's Rorgus's turn, but after waiting for nearly a week I think I should just post... sorry Rorgus! ))

"You? Again?" He said before he fired a short burst of flame into the air above.

"Weasel for desert?" he asked the shrew, his good eye staring directly at the weasel.

He had not even entered yet and Bon Vaygan felt he was in mortal peril. Quickly assessing his options he realized fleeing would not be the best choice as he could easily be shot down by shrew's weapon. However, staying was not much more appealing by the looks of the rugged otter who had just finished downing something... very foul. He could feel an icy chill move up his spine as the beast stared at him through one eye, but it soon succumbed to a warm wave that filled his body with ill will as he realized the beast was probably busy staring at his nose. Now was not the time for anger though and he quickly swallowed it down.

The shrew left him even more worried, however. Repeat performances were always a bother and it looked as though he would not fall for any trick Bon Vaygan had up his sleeve. Sliding his cape around to hide the rapier he knew it was the end of the road for his thieving spree and was willing enough to give up the food, but the rapier was another matter.

"And who might you be, sirrah?" she asked, stifling a giggle at the weasel's ridiculous red nose.

"I am a traveler, would you please let me in?" he shot her a quick glare. She was staring at his nose. He wanted to mask his anger, but it still came through in his speech. Although he knew it would be foolish not to give his name, he still refused to do so believing these beasts to not be worth the grace. Besides he hardly ever gave out his true name anyway.

He then turned his attention to the shrew and decided he would try to dismiss his claims. "I'm sorry I don't believe we have ever met," he replied as calmly as he could.

He honestly had no clue how he would get through this one, but he hoped it would make for an exciting tale.

[Rorgus]

((OOC: That's perfectly fine Promatera. Things have been really hectic these past two weeks, so I havn't had much time. Sorry about that, I should be able to more now though.))

BIC: Rorgus looked up as Brandstifter opened the door to reveal a weasel, who had a large sack over his should and.....a red nose. Rorgus decided it might not be a good idea not to stare at the red nose, since he seemed to have a hard enough time keeping calm as it was.

He went over to the weasel, once he got close enough he could smell food in his sack.
He wondered where a weasel could come up with so much food, surely vermin weren't good cooks were they? No, and besides if this weasel was a wanderer he would cook this much, he must have stolen it.
"Hello friend, that's a mighty lot of food for one beast. How could a wanderer cook so much food? I've heard tell of a thief hereabouts, you wouldn't know anything about him would you? 'Cause we really don't like thiefs do we?"