NarniaMUCK

The Lion's Fold Inn: Room 2
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You stand in a spacious and accommodating Inn room on the second floor of the
Lion's Fold Inn. The floor is bare wood, freshly scrubbed, and the walls are
mortared stone. A bed sits against the far wall with a washing-stand next to
it. Several hooks are on the wall by the door for the hanging of cloaks and
packs, and there is a small fireplace with a fire burning for your comfort.
The room is comfortably warm and dry.

There is a single, narrow window looking out over the ocean, and a single door
that leads back out to the hallway.
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Peg whinnies softly to her son, nudging him.

Felarof gives a sleepy snort, blinking awake. He stretches his wings upward, yawning.

Peg chuckles. She stands and carefully moves in the smaller space to her son, nudging him. "Wake up my little one."
Peg smiles, "I have a surprise for you."

Felarof perks up at the mention of the surprise. He stands and gives himself a little shake. "A surprise? What kind of surprise?"

Peg grins, taking a step back. She moves to where she has been sleeping and pulls the pack out from behind the bed. She noses it towards her son. Peg grins, "Look inside."

Felarof gives an excited little whinny as he looks inside the pack.
Felarof looks inside and then gives the pack a good sniff. He grins and says, "You got fruit!"

Peg smiles, giving a small chuckle. "Yes. I thought you might enjoy it--especially the peaches."

Felarof grins. "Did you get a peach too? We can share."

Peg smiles, "I have enough for both of us, sweetie."

Felarof whinnies happily. "Thanks, mom!" He noses into the pack and pulls out one of the peaches.

Peg watches him eat the peach, looking pleased.
Peg asks, "Would you like to go exploring?"

Felarof eats the peach with obvious enjoyment. He smiles. "That was delicious! They should have peach trees everywhere." He looks to the pack and tilts his head. "Did you get another pack, mom?" He perks again at the mention of exploring. "Yes!"

Peg grins, "I did. I spoke with Grumich. He's a little grumpy but often has good deals. And I agree. I think they /should/ have peach trees everywhere."
Peg flutters her wings, "Let's take a look around shall we?"

Felarof grins too. He puts on the pack. "Thanks again, mom! You're the best. Yeah, let's explore!"

Peg chuckles, beaming. She leads her son outside.

Sted Cair Town Square
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You stand in the middle of Sted Cair's Town Square, the social hub of the
township. All around you the citizens of Sted Cair are enjoying the fine
weather as they travel through, going about their daily business.

The square itself is somewhat parklike, dominated in the center by a large
grey marble statue of Aslan. The lion is seated and looks toward the east
where Cair Paravel stands and his own land lies far beyond the ocean. His
expression, while impressive, is neither menacing nor sedate. Instead, it
simply looks majestic. A plaque underneath the statue simply reads, "Aslan"

Streets lead in all four directions out of the square. There are buildings at
each corner as well. To the northeast is the Explorer's shop, and the Fruit
Market sits under an impressive pavillion to the northwest. The Satyr's Hoof
Tavern lies to the southwest, and Grumich's Pawnshop is southeast.
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Contents:
Marble Statue

A son of adam with a scarred face and sharp features walks through the square, keeping mostly to the outskirts. He seems rather more content to observe the goings on in the square as opposed to joining any of them himself at the moment.

Peg enters the square with a small colt by her side. "What would you like to see first." She looks to her son, trying to keep along the outskirts of the commotion of the day.

Felarof trots into the square with the other Winged horse. He looks around the square excitedly. "I don't know. There's so /much/!" As he looks around the square, he notices a Son of Adam also on the outskirts of the crowd. He gives a frightened whinny and moves closer to his mother, trying to hide under a wing. He tries to lower his voice, but doesn't do a very good job of it. "Mom, is that one of the Kings or one of the bad people?"

A son of adam with a scarred face and sharp features glances in the direction of the whinny, and he blinks once or two before letting his expression soften a bit, saying something quietly to himself.
Tyren mumbles "You'd ... I'd ... ... ... this ... of thing ... ...", to Tyren.

Peg pauses, gently lowering a wing around her son in a comforting manner. She looks about to find the source of his distress. Spying the Son of Adam she examines him thoughtfully, as if searching for a name. "It's all right sweetie." She turns and noses the colt. "I believe I know this man. And he is... well, he is from Archenland. We met once in Bergdale. He is a good man." She smiles. "You are very good at remembering all I told you." She nods to the man. "Good day!"

Felarof remains close to his mother. "He's a good man?" He looks to the Son of Adam curiously, but warily.

A son of adam with a scarred face and sharp features nods to the horses. "Good day to the both of you. Been some time, has it not?"

Peg smiles, nodding to her son. "Yes he... came here to see the Royals last time. And I believe he lives at a castle himself?" She looks to the man curiously.

A dwarf wearing the guard livery of cair paravel nods to the small gathering as he passes through.

A son of adam with a scarred face and sharp features nods, keeping a comfortable distance from the two horses on the outskirts of the square. "I do, at least, a fair amount of the time." He nods toward Cayden in return as the dwarf walks by.

Felarof says quietly to the Son of Adam, "Hello," in response to the greeting. Other than that, he stays quiet, watching the Dwarf pass through briefly, but mostly watching his mother and the man talk.

A dwarf wearing the guard livery of cair paravel continues on his way with a small wave.

Peg nods to the dwarf. "You had the non-talking horse... although the name escapes me. It seems like a very long time ago. But you come from Anvard..." She pauses. "You work for the King there?"

A son of adam with a scarred face and sharp features chuckles quietly. "Medon, yes, and he came this time around as well." He nods to the question. "I am a knight in His Majesty's service, yes."

Felarof starts to look more comfortable, but he doesn't move from his mother's side. He pipes up excitedly, "A knight? My brother wants to be knight! So did father."

Peg nods, giving an approving smile. "Yes. Like your brother and father--and like Sir Windsailer who is the head of our herd. But in Archenland they only have humans to be knights."

A son of adam with a scarred face and sharp features hehs, smiling a bit himself. "A noble aspiration, to be sure."

Felarof smiles, observing the man. "What's your name?" he asks innocently. "Do you like being a knight? Is it like being a knight here?"

Peg smiles at her son's questions, letting the man answer.

A son of adam with a scarred face and sharp features chuckles quietly, and seems rather at ease with the colt's questions. "My name is Sir Tyren, of Chesterton. Being a knight has its difficulties, that is certain, but I have always found them worth it, and I believe the life of a knight rather suits me."
Felarof taps his front hooves a little in front of him. "I'm Felarof." He glances to his mother before looking back to Sir Tyren. "I don't know if I'd like being a knight."

Peg looks at her son proudly, nodding to the Son of Adam, "Well met Sir Tyren. I am Peg. I am pleased to learn your name."

Tyren gives a small nod in return. "Likewise." He moves his attentions back to Felarof for a moment, and lets out a low 'heh.' "It is not a life for everyone."

Felarof watches Tyren with interest. "Why are you in Narnia and not Archenland? Do Son of Adam Knights come here a lot?"

Tyren shakes his head slightly. "It is not too terribly common, though our business can bring us here every now and again."

Peg allows her son to ask questions, watching the two. She smiles.

Felarof asks, "Do our knights ever go to Archenland?"

Tyren says, "I remember Sir Windsailer staying for a time at Anvard, though I did not have opportunity to speak with him myself. It is not unheard of, at least."

Peg listens quietly, smiling at her son.

Felarof smiles. "Sir Windsailer is a good knight. And herd leader."

Tyren chuckles a bit. "I suspect there are a fair few similarities between the two positions, so I suppose I am not surprised.

Basant tromps in carefully, looking around the square before wavering his trunk to the small knot of those he recognizes.

Felarof tilts his head to Sir Tyren's comment. "Like what?" He gives a little whinny of greeting to Basant.

Peg whinnies to Basant in greeting.

Basant moves closer to the trio, stepping carefully so as not to crush anything inadvertently. "Greetings Young sirs. Mrs Peg."

Tyren replies, "Well, they both must be willing to put others before themselves, for instance. They must also bear in mind that they are an example of sorts and strive to act as such, and strive to make good decisions." He nods toward Basant as well.

Felarof listens curiously to Sir Tyren. "But... aren't we all supposed to do that?"
Felarof adds, "Mother does that, and she's not a knight or a herd leader."

Peg gives a small cough, smiling. Her eyes twinkle.

Basant humms quietly as he catches the gist of the conversation.

Tyren nods. "They are indeed traits we should all strive to have. It is, however, perhaps a bit more important for a knight or a herd leader to do so, because they are in a bit more of a prominent role." He glances to Peg as he adds with a bit of a smile, "Though one could argue the same of a mother."

Peg chuckles softly, giving a small nod. "Do you have any children Sir Tyren?"

Felarof looks confused, but he doesn't interrupt his mother.

Tyren shakes his head a bit, and his expression flickers briefly as he does so, though only for an instant. "I do not. It... would seem that the time is apparently not yet right."

Peg gives him a gentle smile, "They are worth the wait." She noses her son and nickers softly.

Basant listens quietly, a sad look to his eyes.

Tyren takes a small breath, as he says simply, "Indeed."

Felarof scuffs his right front hoof in front of him. He still looks a little confused by the previous conversation, looking hard at thought.

Peg looks at her son curiously, "Something on your mind dear?"

Felarof nods. "I don't understand. Does that mean it's not important for me to be a good example, because I'm not a leader?"

Basant smiles at the question, nodding slightly at the young ones logic.

Felarof glances between Sir Tyren and his mother.

Tyren shakes his head again. "Even one who is not a leader needs to be willing to provide a good example - though he may not be in as visible a position as one such as a knight or a herd leader, those close to him will see his actions. His friends, for instance, or his family - and he must be willing to be a good example for them."

Peg smiles at this response and nods.

Basant harrumphs, and asks, "If then a knight is one who acts as everyone is supposed to then what is the... hummm... point?" is a placid manner, respectful and quiet, almost in a leading manner.

Felarof scuffs his hoof. "That's what mother says," he says in response to Sir Tyren. He says after Basant, "But knights protect the Kings and Queens, don't they? They're the ones close to them. They fight more than father or mother do."

Peg looks at her son, her expression marveled by his observation.

Basant humms carefully and kindly, thinking ponderously before responding. "So knights areas everyone is supposed to be, but they fight more?"

Tyren lifts a brow. "The qualities I mentioned are ones we all should be mindful of - but a knight even more so, as his actions are seen by more. A knight's role is more than simply providing an example - it is to defend the defenseless, to protect that worth protecting, put themselves on the line so that others may be spared the pain to be felt on the front lines. To risk their entire being for the sake of his country and the people who dwell within it."

Felarof falls quiet, listening closely with wide-eyed interest. He glances to his mother for her reaction.

Basant smiles slightly at the young ones interest and watches his reactions.

Peg smiles at this and nods solemnly, although her eyes are a little sad.
Peg says, "Our freedom comes at a great price."

Tyren simply nods a little in agreement.

Felarof nods. He asks the group at large, "How does someone know they should be a knight? Or not?"

Tyren hehs. "That's a difficult question to answer. One that a person can only really answer for himself."

Peg asks, "How did you know?"

Basant hurms, kinking his trunk in thought for a few moments. "I am no knight young one. But it seems to me a knight is more than a warrior and an example in good behavior. but... hummm, yes... A peacemaker. One vested with authority from the kings. So I would say consider being a knight, if you enjoy peace, but are prepared for war. If you seek to... harumph, help others. Whatever the pain and cost to themselves may be. It cannot be an entirely humm... pleasant vocation." he glances at the shadows and his eyes widen suddenly, "I have an appointment, Farewell for now gentlebeings."

Peg nods to Basant.

Felarof nods after his mother speaks, interested in the answer. He listens to Basant speak, then smiles and says, "Goodbye, Basant!"

Basant smiles gently to the young one and nods, "Farewell young Felarof."
Basant nods to the others before carefully turning and making his way south

Tyren nods to the elephant, apparently agreeing with it. He shrugs a shoulder at the question. "In all honesty, I am not entirely certain. Striving to be such seemed to be the thing to do for one in my position, and I took to the training rather well. It simply seemed natural to me... I suppose I never really envisioned it otherwise."

Peg looks thoughtful. "Are you the first born sir?"

Felarof continues to look completely interested in the conversation.

Tyren says, "Second."

Peg asks, "Do you have special jobs or may a son or daughter choose to do whatever they choose?"

Felarof listens as his mom speaks more now.

Tyren hehs. "That depends, somewhat. A nobleman such as myself is expected to take up a noble profession. The eldest tends to have that decided for them - it is their role to take up the title they are born under. The rest... must find their own way to continue to uphold the family name and honor. Many of the men choose knighthood to do so, though not all see it for what it should be."

Peg gives a soft ah. "That sounds very strange. But I suppose it is not so for humans."

Tyren simply nods once.

Felarof nods. "Very strange. You're interesting," he says to Tyren.

Tyren chuckles a bit. "I seem to get that a decent amount, especially here. Regardless, as pleasant as this conversation has been, I should be about my business. It seems to be a bit later than I thought."

Felarof smiles. "It was nice to meet you, Sir."

Tyren dips a small, elegant bow toward the horses. "Likewise. A pleasant evening to you both." With a small smile, he turns and departs.

Peg watches Tyren to depart then looks to her son.

Felarof looks back at his mother. "Sons of Adam are different."

Peg gives a small nod. "What did you think of him?"

Felarof says, "He seemed nice. I like how you explain things better though."

Peg grins, "Thank you darling."

Felarof smiles. "It makes more sense to me. How do you tell a good Son of Adam from a bad one though?"

Peg pauses, considering this. "Well, I've not met a bad Son of Adam or Daughter of Eve yet. So I'm not sure, but I think by the way they talk, and act, and smell. A bad creature has a certain look about it..."

Felarof hmms. "I should just be careful around them all. Until I'm big and strong like dad."

Peg chuckles and nuzzles him. "I'd like that sweetie."

Basant trundles carefuly into the square, and looks around to see if he knows anyonw there.

Felarof grins, nudging his mother in return. He then ducks his head, yawning a little.

Peg smiles, "Why don't we head back to the Inn for a rest?"

Felarof nods. "I'd like that."

Basant nods to the two winged horses as he sees them in a kindly manner but heard their plans so does not try to engage them.

Peg nods to Basant as she turns to the inn. "I have a message I'd like you to carry. I will deliver it soon."

Basant nods, "I wll be ready, Mrs Peg."

Peg nods, "Thank you." She noses her foal and leads the way.