When isn't Mae ever not in the common room of this bar? Never, if you asked some people, which was why the woman was settled at the bar discussing the finer points of a good pot of tea with one of the serving girls while she waited on her order. The two snickered and laughed, sometimes casting quick glances to the others in the room before going back to their conversation. Whatever it was they were discussing, Mae tossed her head backward and cackled gleefully, wiping tears from her cheeks as her order finally arrived. "Thanks- don't be surprised if there's more added to the tab." Picking her pint in her right hand and plate in the other the Scout turned toward Mat's table already set on trying to snag a seat.  [Maethir]
 
It has been a very long journey but finally the destination has been reached.  It was a blessing of the Light that Savina, and her twin, managed to sneak off and do a little exploring alone in Caemlyn.  "This looks to be the place," Savina looks back to her sister after stepping inside the bustling Common Room.  [Savina]

A small woman walks into the common room of The Lion's Banner Inn, stopping just inside the door; she looks around with wide light brown eyes. Seeing her general across the room, she walks toward his direction, soft leather ankle boots making no sound on the floor. She has left her cloak at the Embassy, her legs encased in leather pants and her tan jerkin laced up although not all the way. Her long dark brown braid sways in time to her movements as she makes her way around tables and patrons alike, a faint grin on her full lips.   [Rowena]
 
The double image of Savina strides in after, though gets brushed aside by someone more eager to enter the inn. Blinking several times for her eyes to become accustomed to the dim recess of the inn, Kavina glances at Savina, "Good, I could use a drink... They aren't going to come chasing us down, are they?" She asks her sibling, verdant orbs scanning the common room.  [Kavina]
   
Mat turns his head as the slight Cairhienin approaches, his head inclining in a brief nod in response. A soft chuckle escapes his lip, his left arm bending at the elbow to raise his left hand, though it does not appear to be a wave, even if it is curved slightly. The young general rests his chin against the upraised hand as a soft chuckle rumbles up from him, "Was wondering how bloody long it would take someone to find me." His tongue clicks somewhat dramatically against the roof of his mouth as he turns back towards the serving maid all but giggling where she stands at the edge of his table, "Guess you win this bet." His left eye closes in a quick wink towards the girl as he reaches down into the pocket of his coat with his left hand to produce a few small coins. He slides the coins across the table to the girl, "Next time we'll double the bet." He gestures for Mortai to take a seat as he settles himself back further into his chair, the gesture sweeping to include any seat at the table.
   
More footsteps approaching his table brings Mat's attention towards Maethir as she draws closer, his shoulders just shaking with hints of mirth that sparkle within his dark eyes, "Burn me, didn't see you when I came in, Mae." His right hand lifts the small pewter cup towards his lips, though his attention remains on those nearest to his table. He draws a long breath, not yet taking a drink, though continuing to hold the cup just before his mouth. He turns slightly, looking towards the serving girl at the table, "This might be a bloody good night for you."  [Mat]
   
Sliding into his chair smoothly, Mortai glances about the room with observant, crystal blue eyes, noticing the sudden rush of new arrivals - apparently; he got here just in time - as well as his fellow scout as she approaches.  He turns back to Mat, letting out a dry, quiet laugh at the man's words, then asking, "How long before you break out the dice to try to win it back?"  The man's voice is quiet but clear, pitched to be just loud enough to be audible to those at the table over the background hubbub.  He nods at the serving girl, and asks, "If you haven't just won enough from the giant here to retire, would you please fetch me a brandy?"  He fishes in his coin pouch, withdrawing a coin to offer to the girl, adding, "Oh, and something to eat.  Whatever's handy."  [Mortai]
   
"Part of my job description is to remain unnoticed, Cauthon. You not seeing me means I am doing my job properly." A wide grin split the woman's face as she glances towards one of the empty seats then back to the young general. Honestly, it's a little winning smile that is almost innocent. Of course, she glances up in time to see Rowena enter- then spots Mort from where he's taking up a seat then has to double take as the twins enter. "So," Mae speaks up again, glancing back to Mat, "You have an open table?"  [Maethir]
 
Savina glances over her shoulder towards the now closed door, "Not unless they can pass through walls...,” she grins, "don't worry about them.  Let's get a drink that isn't tea or water."  The green-clad Kandori actually makes a face as if to emphasize her lack of enthusiasm on the 'proper' drinks of young ladies.  She scans for a table and points over towards it, nudging her sister as she does so, "There's one.  Quick let’s snag it."
      
Kavina glances over her shoulder, fully expecting the twin's traveling companions to be standing there with stern, disapproving faces. "They seem to turn up at the most inopportune times." She grumbles under her breath. Turning her head back in time to notice Savina point out the empty table, the scarlet clad twin nods, heading over in the direction as she unslings her bow and props it up against the wall nearby.
   
Rowena finally gets to the table where Mat, Mae and a man she has not met yet are sitting. Grinning at them, "Hello all." She pulls out a chair next to Mae, her short height getting even shorter as she takes a seat. She lifts a dainty hand to the serving girl, points at Mat, "I'll have what he's having." With her other hand, she reaches into the leather bag across her slender shoulder and removes a coin to hand to her. Turning to the unknown man a smile on her generous mouth, "I am Rowena."
 
Mat shakes his head quickly at Mortai's question, the small cup finally tilting back for him to drink from, and that he manages to do both at the same time speaks of his dedication to his drink. The cup thumps softly against the table and after enough time for him to swallow the remaining brandy from his cup, he responds, "Marston's given me a bloody limit on my dicing here." The general's shoulders lift slightly, his left hand spreading off towards the side in an idle gesture, "Too many unhappy customers, so none of it tonight." His head lifts slightly, focusing his attention on Maethir as she draws ever closer to the table, her comments on doing her job properly apparently ignored, "Take a seat." Another newcomer to the table, brings Mat's attention around towards Rowena, whom he greets with a quick, rather boyish grin, "Ro." Another soft chuckle begins to shake the young man's shoulders, "Burn me, must be time to change patrols." He makes another sweeping gesture over table, "Take a seat."
   
Before the serving maid begins to walk away, Mat lifts his cup, an almost apologetic smile curling the corners of his lips as he asks, "Think you bring me another? I'll pay for the rest of them," his head inclines towards those sitting around the table, or standing next to it, "for tonight too." Finally, does the young man turn to look over the others who have entered the common room, his left brow arching faintly onto his forehead as he takes the pair in. His lips purse momentarily before he returns his attention to his fellow Banders, "Anything to report?"  [Mat]
   
The smile on Mortai's lips at Rowena's greeting is slight, just barely touching his face, but it does seem genuine despite.  "I am Mortai Eracain, Rowena.  It is my pleasure to meet you."  The words are given in a polite, crisp, almost formal tone despite the setting, and they're accompanied by a quick nod of the slight man's head.  He turns then to the young general, giving him another slight smile, and stating simply, "Nothing.  Nothing of note, anyway."  With that, he leans back a little, seeming to relax just slightly for the first time since entering the room.  His head swivels around once more and he takes in the area again, appearing to notice for the first time that two of the women who entered soon after him are twins.  That gets the pair a longer look, but he averts his gaze before too long, directing his eyes elsewhere so as not to be staring in an unseemly fashion.  Of course, this causes him to need somewhere else to plant his eyes, so he winds up spending the next little while scrutinizing the others at his table, this time without seeming to realize he might be breaching protocol.  [Mortai]

Maethir just makes a noise and takes a seat at the table, setting her plate down first then her drink."Cut back on your dicing? That should be a crime- do you think we could convince some of the nobles to write it in to law?" With a grin, Mae finally settled in to one of the seats at the table with a happy sigh. "Nothing to report on my end either- everything seems to be at a standstill for the moment. Just more people coming in from the country looking for work or to buy goods." With a gentle shrug, the darker haired woman simply frowned. "I bet we get an influx of new recruits by the weeks end."

Upon reaching the table before sliding into her seat, she unslings her bow and leans it up against the wall near its own twin.  Savina sits down and tucks one leg underneath her bottom before fishing out her coin and taking a quick count before nodding to herself, apparently satisfied with her findings.  She waits for the serving girl to return to the larger party and then waves her down. "Excellent," she hands the serving girl a few coins, "two ales and whatever the kitchen has for a meal please."   [Savina]
 
With a smile on her wide mouth, she clears her throat, "I have nothing to report, but I have something to show you." She slides her slender body out of her seat, and takes one step to the side. She brings her heels together, although they make no noise, snaps her back ramrod straight, drops her left down by her side, middle finger in line with the seam of her leather pants. She sharply lifts her small right hand, knife edge sharp, to the edge of her forehead, stopping just short of smacking herself, unlike the first time doing this. Tanned face blank, she stares at the far wall. "I have been practicing, Sir."  [Rowena]
   
Pulling out the chair, Kavina slumps into it gratefully, then immediately draws her booted heel under her rear with a slight adjustment so she is sitting comfortably. When the serving girl approaches their table, the silent twin greets her with a wide grin which forces the serving girl to do a double take between the twins before scurrying off to the kitchen to get their orders. Kavina brings her hand up to cup her chin, then lightly pushes her head in one direction to the tune of a series of pops, -then the other direction, eliciting several more. "Ahhh." a small smile of relief "But will be divine to get the dust out of the back of my throat." She finally starts to take in the rest of the inn, her eyes scanning the large group curiously.   [Kavina]
 
Pulling out the chair, Kavina slumps into it gratefully, then immediately draws her booted heel under her rear with a slight adjustment so she is sitting comfortably. When the serving girl approaches their table, the silent twin greets her with a wide grin which forces the serving girl to do a double take between the twins before scurrying off to the kitchen to get their orders. Kavina brings her hand up to cup her chin, then lightly pushes her head in one direction to the tune of a series of pops, -then the other direction, eliciting several more. "Ahhh." a small smile of relief, " But will be divine to get the dust out of the back of my throat." She finally starts to take in the rest of the inn, her eyes scanning the large group curiously.   [Kavina]
    
Mat gives a single quick nod towards Mortai at the news that there is no news, though turning his attention towards Maethir almost before his head has even started to lift again. The left corner of his lips pulls back in a chagrinned smile, his right hand releasing the small cup in time for the serving maid to grab it and his hands to spread as his shoulders lift in a shrug. He does not manage to keep the look on his face long before it returns to something more neutral, with only a half-grin, "Think the bloody nobles in the city are the flaming ones wanting me to stop." With all the orders given, at least for this round, the serving girl has walked off to fulfill those requests. The young general looks as if he is about to give Maethir another quick nod, though at the mention of new recruits, his shoulders slump slightly, his right hand rising, fingers spreading wide to rake through his short, unkempt hair, "Blood and ashes, but I don't bloody doubt it." His head bows forward, shaking slowly back and forth, his voice holding the hint of a wry chuckle as he speaks, "Elayne will bloody skin me if too many more join. She wants me recruiting Queen's Guards."
   
Mat's head turns sharply as Rowena speaks, his head not yet risen from its bowed position, though both of his eyebrows have climbed onto his forehead, "Oh?" He winces slightly at the fact that he has been saluted outside of the embassy, or the camp. Finally, however, his head does rise, his boyish grin eventually taking over his lips, "That's great, now don't flaming do it out here again." The grin on his lips should take any sting out of his words, or at least that appears to be his goal.  [Mat]
   
Watching Rowena give her little salute, Mortai very, very carefully does not laugh.  The effort it costs him is not immediately obvious - he's generally a little stiff to begin with - but any close observer could see the tightness around his eyes and the very slight twitch of his lower lip.  Fortunately, he's saved from needing to comment on the matter by the possibility of commenting on the other topic at hand, that of recruitment.  Tilting his head to the side just a little, the slight man regards Mat for a moment, asking curiously, "Recruiting more men for the guard, or recruiting the Queen's Guard into the Band?"  He pauses only briefly, a slight flicker of a smile touching his lips as he adds, "I can't see one going well, and the other seems counterproductive for a general trying to run his own army."  [Mortai]
 
Maethir gives a short little cackle of a laugh, shaking his head and then settles her elbows on the table. With her spoon, she points it at Mat a little before going back to playing with her dinner. "Oh then that means they are just old farts who can't stand losing. Personally I would support a law allowing you do dice as much as you wanted... as long as I got a cut." Grinning and tossing the General a wink the woman settled back in her seat, turning her head just in time to catch sight of the twins again then quirked a brow. "I wonder how much trouble a twin could be...." At Mort's words, though, she looks back to the table and rolls her shoulders. "Well there is always the off chance that, perhaps, we could convince some of the newer folk to move over to the Guard."
   
The serving girl has returned with the twins orders.  As quickly as she arrives with the food and drink, she is off again checking on other patrons.  Savina wastes no time in lifting her mug to her lips to take a drink.  [Savina]

Rowena grins at Mat, a faint blush covering her face, and sits back down. She looks around the common room, noticing the twins for the first time, a sad look crosses her face, as a dainty left hand reaches for the strap of the leather bag across her shoulder, stroking it lightly. The barmaid comes out of the kitchen, balancing a tray on one hand, hips swaying around tables, a saucy grin on her lips. As she passes out the drinks and Mortai's food, Rowena shakes her head slightly, reaches up with her left hand from the strap to wipe a stray tear falling down her tanned cheek.
 
Kavina watches Rowena salute Mat curiously, but her attention is distracted when the orders arrive. The scarlet-attired twin casts the serving girl another broad grin, then pulls the ale towards her and takes a long sip. When the mug leaves her lips, the foam leaves its mark on her upper lip. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, Kavina sighs blissfully, "Yup, that hit the spot." She glances toward the entrance of the inn to make sure their other traveling companions aren’t there to find them. Returning her attention to Savina, "Well, we're here, now what." She drums her fingers on the table, considering their possibilities.
 
Mat plants the heels of his boots against the flooring to push his chair back with a squelch of protest from the both the chair and the floor, allowing him to see everyone seated at the table a little more easily and without all the head turning. In response to Mortai's question, the young general shifts his focus, looking towards the Cairhienin, "More for the Guard, or at least not to pull the Hunters away." His hands make a few idle gestures before him, mostly finger waving as his wrists move his palms back and forth, "Some recent problems left them short-handed. Still have to bloody figure out which banners are going to be training with them." His head turns slightly, his right hand lifting to stroke his chin as if he is considering something. His contemplative pose is only enhanced by the slightly bemused quality in his voice as he speaks to the open air just above him and off to his left, "Maybe Daerid could train them."
   
Mat's gaze turns towards Maethir, "If I have to deal with one more bloody snot nosed noble brat yelling at me, I might bloody give up dicing in this flaming city all together." While this is said with a small grin, anyone who actually knows the young general knows that he could not keep to this even if he wanted to. His brows lift at the mention of convincing newer members to join up with the Queen's Guard, his voice heavy with disbelief, "I can't even convince people not to bloody follow me." He looks pointedly around the table with this statement, only his left brow lifted. His right hand reaches towards the small pewter cup he is given, his slender, tapered fingers curling around it like a long, lost lover. Maethir's earlier mention of having a twin brings the Andoran's attention towards the pair sitting at the other table. His head tilts slightly to the side, though his gaze swings back towards Maethir, "You could ask them."  [Mat]
 
Apparently, 'Whatever the kitchen has' consists of some bread, a small slab of butter, and a bowl of thick soup.  Mortai examines it, then starts to methodically butter the bread.  Once done, he breaks off a little piece of it, dips it in the soup, and pops that into his mouth.  He only speaks again once he has finished chewing and swallowing that, eyes again sweeping across the table quickly.  "I knew a pair of twins, once.  Boys, a little younger than I was.  Ran their mother ragged trying to keep up, then started harassing local merchants, using each other as a distraction to shoplift."  The words are given almost as an aside, except his clipped speech makes them sound more formal than the man's manner would suggest.  "Trouble indeed."  That said, he does not give any indication one way or another how he personally felt about the pair, and his gaze is again drawn towards Kavina and Savina, examining them curiously.  [Mortai]
 
Maethir just waves a hand slightly as she reaches over for her mug of drink. "Well if you find any that are single and seem suitable point them in my direction- I could lighten their coin purses a little more or at least get them drink enough to toss the dice poorly." There's a teasing quality to her voice, a smile playing warmly across her face as she takes a quick drink from her mug. "Trouble is being the only sister amongst a gaggle of brothers." Proudly the scout shifts a little in her seat before letting that smile turn wry and almost toothy. "Though I was always the most innocent and less troublesome of our little gaggle." But that doesn't stop that twinkle in her eyes. Finally she turns, setting her mug down and glancing once again towards the twins. "Here now, friends, come over and join us? Maybe you have some news from the North you can spare some city folk like us."
 
Savina sets her mug down and glances at her food for a moment when her attention is drawn to a new voice addressing her and her sibling.  She looks up quickly to place a face to the voice.  "Oh," she looks to her sister, "should we?  I mean.. We were invited."  She stands up and takes her ale with her, the soup is still a little too hot and it can cool while they make introductions.  

Rowena lifts her small cup to full lips and takes a drink. Her light brown eyes widen in surprise and she begins to cough. Trying desperately to cover her mouth with one hand and wipe tears with the other, she continues coughing for a few moments. "Gah, I didn't think this would burn so much." Clearing her throat, she manages to get herself under control, and hears Mae invite the twins to sit with them. She looks up to see the one in green stand with her mug in hand. She looks back down at her cup as if it holds all the answers in the world. Her hand around the cup grips it a bit tighter until her knuckles turn white.  
 
With all the glances in the pair's direction that it might make herself conscious, but Kavina happens to be looking over towards the table when Maethir invites the twins over, her lips parting into a toothy grin. "Sure. Why not." her response to her twin when she shifts her booted heel from under her and stomps it a time or two to make sure her foot didn’t fall asleep before rising. Giving a glance at the food, she grabs the mug of ale, glances to Savina, and then heads over to the other table. "Light Illume, We're Kavina and Savina of Kandor." Not indicating whether she is one or the other.   [Kavina]

Mat listens as Mortai gives his personal aside, his lips twisting in a thoughtful frown before regarding all at his table, "Just having sisters was bad enough for me." The small cup of brandy is lifted slowly towards Mat's lips, his dark eyes turning towards Maethir at her mention of sending 'snot-nosed nobles' her way. He allows a single bark of a disbelieving chuckle to escape his lips before taking a long drink from his cup. As he begins to lower the cup once more, after swallowing he speaks, "They wouldn't bloody know how to handle you, Mae. I would almost feel flaming sorry for them." His left eye closes in quick wink towards the female scout, a mischievous grin dancing over his lips, "But a distraction for them always bloody helps." Once Maethir calls to the twins, Mat turns his body towards the pair, his left hand lifted to gesture for the pair to come and join them, echoing Maethir, "No reason to sit all alone." His head turns, though he does not yet shift the position of his body, to look towards Rowena as she coughs.
 
A soft chuckle shakes the young man's shoulders, his voice lightening with the rumbling of his chuckle, "You get used to it." The arrival of the twins brings Mat's attention back around, so that he can give both a single nod by way of greeting, "Mat Cauthon."  [Mat]
 
At the tales of her childhood Maethir spins, Mortai smiles once more, the expression actually lingering on his face for a few moments before fading away, his features smoothing.  He nods politely as the twins begin moving over towards the table he occupies with the rest of the Banders, eyes flicking towards the coughing Rowena as he mentions lightly, "You may wish to sip slowly until you're used to it.  If you hold a little in your mouth, it'll help it go just a little numb, and the next drink won't burn quite so much."  Left unmentioned is the effect leaving the alcohol in one's mouth will have, though there is a hint of a sparkle that indicates perhaps the smooth faced Cairhienen is beginning to pick something up from hanging out in the Band.  He looks back towards the twins to introduce himself quietly, "Mortai Eracain."  [Mortai]
 
Well that is going to get a good cackle out of the scout. "Feel sorry for them? Light! I'm not that bad!" Soon her laughing is down to a soft chuckle mostly muffled by the drink she takes from her mug again. "I guess we'll just have to see then won't we?" Once the twins have moved towards their table at her invitation, Mae gives them a friendly little smile, raising her mug in greeting. "Most folk call me Mae- it's nice to meet you both." Mulling over something for a moment the women simply nods her head. "Kandor you say? Long ways from home."  [Maethir]
 
Taking a silent que from her twin Savina takes another drink of her ale.  As she lowers her own mug she grins a bit at Rowena's expression, she overheard that her drink 'burned'.  She also noticed her disdainful look and cough when the twins were invited over.  "Pleasure to meet you all," she nods to each in greeting.  "It is a distance, yes, but not the furthest we've traveled."  [Savina]
 
"Pleasure to meet you." At least the twins have some manners, "Aye, spent a number of winters in Murandy." Kavina nods to each person in turn, mouthing the name given silently as a practice of memorizing. Then takes a drink of her ale, sure to burn away those brain cells just used to memorize their names.   [Kavina]

Rowena continues to look into her cup as the twins arrive. She takes a deep breath, her chest expanding visibly and loosens her hold on the defenseless cup, dropping them both into her lap. She raises her dark head and manages a small smile for them both, shoulders bunched with tension. "I am Rowena from Jornhill."

Mat sweeps his left hand out, now that the introduction are out of the way, gesturing for the newly arrived pair to take whatever seats are left at the table, "Never turn away a drink, or a pretty lass." Mischief has seeped into the young man's boyish grin as he regards the twins, "And now we have two more." The general leans back in his chair, his legs stretching out before him, beneath the table, to cross at the ankles, right over left, "What brings you two to Caemlyn?" Both brows are lifted with at least idle curiosity as he asks the question of the pair, watching them as if he is listening.

Nodding politely at each of the twins in turn, as they give their introductions, Mortai continues methodically breaking off bits of his buttered bread, dipping it in soup, before popping it in his mouth to chew.  Only when he's out of bread does he actually pick up his spoon, starting on the remains of his soup in relative silence.  His own drink remains untouched, for the moment, sitting there invitingly waiting for him to finish his meal so he can properly enjoy it.  [Mortai]
 
"I've yet to be to the borderlands-" Turning the woman eyed the General carefully before looking back to the twins. "I hear the winters are pretty harsh there but the men rather nice to look at..." Quietly, Mae seemed to ponder something with a smile before setting out to pick up her mug again. "You've come here at a good time too- what with the snows finally melting and people from the surrounding areas coming in to sell their wares."  [Maethir]

"Your words are very kind, Mat," Savina gestures to an empty chair nearer to Mae than to Mat, "may I?"  She answers questions however before sitting, else it would be rude.  "We decided to travel south past Tar Valon to see what the world has in store for us.  And," she grins, her eyes on Mat for the moment, "we've heard rumors of armies and other adventurous things."  [Savina]

Kavina glances at her twin, "He's a cute one, sis." With a chin nudge toward Mat as she slides out one of the chairs with a questioning glance that the chair is not taken. Setting the ale mug down on the table with a soft thump, she plops into the chair rather unladylike. The scarlet-attired twin draws one booted heel under her rear, then the other until she is sitting cross-legged in her seat. "Well, mum wanted us to train at the Tower, but neither of us can waggle our fingers and make stuff happen, and the guard look bored out of their minds. Before we left, some older gent mentioned an army and trouble, so that seemed like a good enough reason, though he warned us to stay away. Too much trouble here, said he. But we like trouble." Kavina rambles a bit more than her sister.

Rowena eyes both twins as the one in green sits, a sad look on her face. She reaches her dainty left hand to the strap of her bag and begins to rhythmically stroke it. Her right hand reaches for her sorely abused cup and lifts it slowly to her lips, this time taking a cautious sip, holding it in her mouth as Mortai has suggested. After a few moments she swallows, this time with only a small cough. She sends a small smile Mortais way, her head bobbing down, as if in agreement.    

"Ah- so you are looking for an adventure?" Chuckling, Mae motioned towards one of the seats for her when Savina asks to sit, giving a little nod of her head. "Well Caemlyn is certainly full of it- though it's like poking a bear with a stick sometimes." Glancing once towards Ro the woman quirked a brow but remained silent quickly looking back towards the table. "I can't say I'd have heeded his words or not, but the city is quite.. full. right now."  [Maethir]
 
Mat turns his attention towards Maethir at her mention of not being in the borderlands, his head shaking slowly back and forth as he lifts his pewter cup towards his lips once more. Before he tilts the brandy back to take a drink, he comments to her, "Nice to look at? You've seen Ranulf." He tilts the cup back to his lips, as if that single statement settles the argument on what men from the borderlands look like, even if it is a blanket comment. As the drink is lowered, Mat offers a small, polite smile in response to Savina's comment of his kindness, though he does not respond since he is somewhat busy swallowing the brandy in his mouth. Kavina's comment, however, draws a broader grin from the young general, his dark eyes twinkling with mirth and mischief. Now that he has managed to swallow his drink, he does respond, though to Kavina's somewhat rambling explanation of how and why they came to Caemlyn, "Trouble is only the bloody half of it." His gaze moves towards Rowena, the one who has fallen silent, his dark eyes narrowing for a moment before his attention returns to the twins. A soft chuckle escapes his lips before he speaks, "But what do I know about bloody armies?"

"See?  Trouble."  Mortai's words are said quietly, between mouthfuls of soup, and he does not appear to address them to anyone in particular.  Instead, he rather studiously directs his gaze between two of the other Banders, then returns to finishing off his soup.  Only when the last of it is gone does he lift his brandy, gently swishing the liquid around in the glass for a moment while his palate clears, then lifting it to his lips to sip.  At Rowena's nod of acknowledgement, the slight man smiles, raises his glass to her in a silent toast, and then follows his own advice, holding a bit of the amber liquid in his mouth for a little while before swallowing and looking towards Mat.  With a quiet, almost innocent look in his eyes, he suggests quietly, "I believe you know at least a little of armies, General."  [Mortai]

Savina takes the seat murmuring a soft, "thank you" as she does.  Now we all know Mat is quite cute and seems to catch all the ladies attention but Savina's eyes widen as her sister speaks the very thing she was thinking!  Mat tries to deflect but Mortai calls his bluff.  "It seems that some think you know something about armies.. as for trouble," now her grin grows into a more brazen one, "well there's really no proper way to tell."

Rowena lifts her cup yet again, taking another small sip, holding it in her mouth. She swallows watching the conversation go on around her. Her wide light brown eyes reflective and lost in thought. She continues to stroke the strap of her bag, and lifts the cup to drain it this time. She raises her hand at a passing barmaid, ordering another drink for herself. She looks between the twins, a shimmer of tears in her eyes. After a moment her eyebrows draw down over her pert nose, and with an angry shake of her head, she looks at the other occupants of the table.

Kavina grins wickedly, catching  the look her sister gives her and winking back at her. To Maethir, "Borderlands, where children's nightmares actually stalk the plains." the twin shrugs her slender shoulders. She gives Mat a questioning glance at his mention of Ranulf, "Most of the boys are cute enough, but they were too afraid of daddy and uncle to speak two words to either of us, unless it included making sure we got safely back home." She wrinkles her nose and presses her lips together, her eyes crossing slightly with the perturbed expression. Kavina glances between Mae and Mat, then towards Rowena, "Everything ok?" She genuinely looks concerned, the woman seems to be choked up on something.
 
Mat turns his head to give Mortai a withering look as he not only calls the taller Andoran out, but also includes the rank. The young general's head shakes back and forth slowly, his attention turning once more towards the group at large as his shoulders lift in a shrug, "At least you didn't flaming call me Lord Cauthon." The man's dark eyes roll in their sockets as his cup of brandy is once more lifted towards his lips, "If I never bloody hear that title again..." He leaves what he might do or say about that unspoken, instead taking a long drink of his brandy before setting the cup back against the table with a soft thunk. Savina's rather brazen tone brings Mat's focus directly to her, his left brow arching faintly onto his forehead as a grin touches the corners of his lips, "Stick around and maybe you can find out." Rowena's sudden movements draw the young general's dark eyes towards the slip of a girl. His lips draw towards a frown for a moment, though he gives a simple nod of his head. His voice remains light, however, the frown quickly replaced by a reassuring grin, "Dry up weepy. You'll find what you're looking for." His left eye closes in a quick wink, "Just enjoy yourself for now."
 
Mat's attention turns towards Kavina, both brows lifting high onto his forehead at her off-hand comment about their father and uncle. Almost immediately after the look of surprise, his brows draw down into a suspicious 'v' over his nose, his voice almost hesitant, "And why would a Borderlander be worried about your da and uncle?"  [Mat]
 
One of Mortai's eyebrows quirks upwards at Rowena's display, but he doesn't ask anything - at least partly because Kavina already appears to have that covered - instead settling back in his chair to watch he people around.  Oddly enough, despite his current rank and situation in the army, the Lord General Matrim Cauthon's glare seems to faze him not at all, passing right through the slight Cairhienan as though it never happened.  He lifts his glass to his lips and takes a slow swallow - though he doesn't hold the second one the way he did the first- his pale eyes resuming their occasional sweeps of the room.  [Mortai]
 
"Well she did mention they were tested at the Tower." Studying her mug for a second the scout finally sighed and set it aside- the girls had caught her attention putting her in a work sort of mood. Settling her hands on the tabletop she studied the two twins with a friendly smile. "I would assume that, perhaps, it meant something to do with that?" However at the mention of Ranulf the woman just snorted. "I never understood the fashion of topknots. A clean shaven head would make more sense- it's like the Cairhien boys shaving the top part of their heads. Talmanes would be much more handsome if he would just stop doing that."   [Maethir]
 
And now the twins know even more!  It pays to listen and watch.  Rowena's tears cause the green-garbed twin to hold her tongue for a moment but her sister jumped up and took the opportunity given to her to see to her.  She's concerned though, her expression shows it even though she answers questions, "Our father was a Warder, as was our Uncle."  Mae's comment about topknots causes her to laugh, "Yeah, top knots seem to be the in thing in Shienar.  I personally think they're odd but to each their own."  [Savina]

Rowena turns her attention to Mat. Her wide light brown eyes glancing back at the twins. "I know. He is out there somewhere. And one day I will find him." Seeing the twins concern, she turns her dark head toward the one in red, "Kavina, is it? I am sorry if I am so quiet, but you two brought me back to the real reason I came to this town," she lifts her cup taking a small sip, and lowering it back down to the table," finding my twin brother who has been missing for over a month." She looks into the cup and with a wide grin, looks toward   Mat, "I was distracted for a moment, becoming a new member of the Band of the Redhand and all." Her eyes start to lose their sadness and with a grin she looks at Mae. "Yeah, if you are looking for trouble, from what I have heard, you have come to the right place."

Kavina licks her lips with a glance toward Savina, deciding to concern herself with her ale and the contents therein. Mae's comment about topknots does get a giggle out of the teen, then quickly swallowing the mirth with a slow drink from her mug though she does shift her verdant gaze over to Rowena as she gives her tale. Draining the liquid, Kavina sets the mug down with a furrowed brow to Savina, then back to Rowena. Losing her other half would be unfathomable. "Oh, I'm sorry, that's terrible. Has the trail gone cold, then? Or have you found any leads since you came to Caemlyn?" Band of the Redhand, isn't that the name the gent in Tar Valon had mentioned, Kavina glances to Savina with a pointed look.
 
Mat gives a single nod at the mention of both their father and uncle were Warders, or are Warders, or whatever, "I was afraid you were going to say that." The young general lifts his cup to drain the last of the brandy held within, a soft sigh escaping as he settles it back against the table one final time. His shoulders lift with a quick shrug after a moment, the usual boyish, almost mischievous grin once more dancing over his lips, "Burn me, but I doubt it matters now." The conversation about hair styles at least draws Mat's attention away for the moment, his dark eyes moving between those at the table, "I think it's the bloody helmets. That much metal weighing down on your head starts crushing your brains." His right hand lifts the cup into the air, his gaze searching out a serving maid, to whom he gives a slightly apologetic smile. The girl sways her way towards the table of Banders and Tower Twins to take the young general's cup and stays long enough to catch any further orders and exchange a few whispered words with the dashing, if wrinkly-dressed general.
 
Mat's attention returns to Rowena, concern clearly written in his dark eyes, but he retains a reassuring grin on his lips. His voice is soft, as he leans towards the girl, "He'll turn up. Looks like half the bloody Hunters ran straight from Illian to here and just flaming stayed." He offers a quiet chuckle, his brows lifting as if they could perhaps uplift the woman's spirits, "Blood and ashes, I'm not surprised either. The Queen's bloody generous to those mercenaries." He fails to mention the fact that the Band is also getting paid from those very same coffers, making the little group at the table mercenaries also. He settles back in his chair, turning his attention towards the others at the table.  [Mat]

The mention of Rowena's missing brother brings another quirk to Mortai's eyebrow, but just as with the first one, it doesn't last, and he doesn't question her further.  Instead, a quick flash of a grin touches his lips as he mutters, just loudly enough for the surrounding table to hear, "A pair of pair of twins.  Trouble compounded."  The grin fades quickly, though, and anyone watching him closely will see a thoughtful look cast itself upon his features.  Still, his gaze continues taking in his surroundings, so however deep in thought the man is, it's not enough for him to lose track of the conversation.  "Useful things to have, deep royal coffers..."  [Mortai]
 
Without fail Savina catches the meaning of her sibling's pointed look.  Indeed, it was.  Hunters, mercenaries, armies, missing family members, Caemlyn indeed has it all.  "Afraid that I would say what?" she quizzes Mat before her attention is stolen by Rowena.  Light knows she'd be a mess without Kavina. "Where did you last see him, Rowena?  We could help look."  [Savina]

Rowena tosses her head, her long dark braid swaying behind her. A full grin blooming over her small tanned face at Mat's comment about helmets and brains. She glances at Mortai, her light brown eyes squinting in his direction at his mention of trouble. "Be glad my brother isn't here." A mischievous secret smile crosses her lips. At the twins’ questions, she turns in their direction, her smile turning friendly, "He left one morning before chores. My father looked for him for days afterward, but as it was just me and him, he couldn't leave everything to me to do." One side of her full mouth quirks up, "Our father read stories of the Hunters, that's my only lead, they were Diarmot's favorite." She reaches for her newly refilled cup, taking a healthy swallow, no choking this time around, and sets it back down.   

"Our parentage, I think." Kavina murmurs to her sister, "Though it shouldn't matter either way." With the serving girl hovering near the table, Kavina asks for another ale when she remembers she had soup and bread sitting at the other table, but when she glances over in that direction, the meal had already been cleared. Mortai's comment gets him a snicker and a wink from the scarlet-attired twin, but her attention is diverted back to Rowena, "Ahh, then that must be it. Sounds like your search is half over."   [Kavina]

Mat casually waves off Savina's question, giving the rather non-committal answer, "Wouldn't worry your pretty little head over it. Just haven't had much luck with the Tower." He offers a soft chuckle at the end of it, though it does sound a little forced. With that, he quickly moves his attention as far away from the Tower as he can, The topic of Rowena's missing brother appears to be what captures attention, so it is to this that the young man turns his full attention to, waiting until the pewter cup, or at least a very similar one is brought back to him. He offers the serving girl a quick wink, before he lifts the small cup to his lips to take a drink.
 
Glancing around for a moment, Mortai eventually locks his gaze on Rowena, a flicker of a smile touching his lips as he says simply, "You should ask some of the Scouts to ask around in our free time.  Plenty of Horn Hunters here, even if only a few of us spend a little time, I'd be we can cover more of Caemlyn than you could on your own."  The slight man does not specifically mention whether he would be willing to aid in the searching or not, though the tone with which he gives the suggestion carries that implication.  After finishing speaking, the Cairhienen tosses back the last of his brandy quickly, before settling the glass down on the table with a quiet clink.  [Mortai]

Savina nods to Rowena.  "Well, if I find any Hunters I'll ask them about your brother, maybe they would know something." She finishes off her ale and waves to the serving girl indicating that she too would like another.  She beams a smile back at Mat while crossing her legs at the knee, "And just what should I worry my pretty little head over, m’ Lord?"

Rowena shrugs one slender shoulder. "I am not even sure he is with them, it was just the only lead I have." She casts a grin in Mortai's direction, "Thank you for that suggestion." At Savina's last statement an eyebrow raises at her calling Mat, m’ Lord. Her wide eyes turn to look at Mat to see his reaction, a small grin on her lips.

Kavina stifles a sudden yawn with the back of her hand. She leans over to murmur to her sister, "I'm headed back to the inn. I'll let her know we found the General." She casts Mat an apologetic look, considering the Tower Terrors have come with their very own Aes Sedai and Warder pair. The serving girl had delivered her ale with Mat's drink of choice, which Kavina now downs quickly with gulping swallows and sets the mug on the table with a hollow thunk. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, she smiles to each person at the table, "It was nice to meet you all. And if you need any new recruits,.." Her gaze flicking to Mat, "me and sis would be interested." She unfolds her legs from under her rear, stomping each to make sure her feet aren’t asleep before she rises to her full height.

Mat winces at the title given by Savina, his head even turning to the side as if taking a very weak punch in the side of the face by a midget with polio. His left hand lifts from the table, though only high enough to wave away the affronting title, "Just Mat. I'm as much a Lord as I am Whitecloak." With this said, his head turns quickly to the left and then the right, looking over his shoulder each time as if to make sure that a pristine white cloak emblazoned with a golden sunburst has not spontaneously sprung from his back. Once he seems certain that it is not there, he heaves an exaggerated sigh of relief, his left arm lifting to wipe his crimson sleeve, complete with silver scrollwork, across his brow.  The departing remarks made by Kavina, brings the young general's attention towards her, his brows lifting faintly onto his forehead, "You too." He does, give a faint wince at the mention of needing new recruits, though he manages to offer a grin, even if it is rather weak, "We have an embassy here. You can come in and sign our recruitment book."

Kaden walks in to the common room from the street outside, his long green cloak doing nothing to disguise the sword at his hip. With sharp eyes he looks over the inhabitants of the area and immediately fixes upon the twins, Savina and Kavina, sitting at a table with a somewhat disreputable crew. He smirks and walks over toward them with a flowing stride.

Wyl wanders in from the hallway in the back, a thin slice of bread crust in his right hand.  Heading to the bar, a small frown is on his face, and he orders a cider and pulls himself up a chair at a table some distance from the one all are sitting at.  With a paced eye scanning the room, he relaxes slightly, asks for some bread and cheese from the inn, then stops and turns in Mat's direction, watching him for a long moment.  He breaks the stare as his food and drink arrives, smiling at it and paying what he is owed from a pouch at his belt.

"You really don't have to," Savina says to her sister, "I'll be along later."  She however is going to stay and be the 'bad' twin.  As if emphasizing her decision she takes up her new mug and takes a drink.  Her lips form a grin as Mat waves way the title and makes a bit of a show of looking for the flaming sunburst. Looking back to Savina, she was about to wave, the green-garbed twin spies one of their guardians and sighs.  She slouches down in her seat and her attention is suddenly upon her drink.  [Savina]

Rowena watches the red clad twin rise from the table, "Have a good evening." She turns her attention back to her small cup, taking a drink, now getting the hang of it. She notices Savina slouch and quirks an eyebrow in queston, "Something the matter?"

Kaden stops Kavina on her way out and whispers something to her. After letting the young woman go he continues toward the table occupied by Savina and her companions. "Light Illumine everyone." he says mildly as he pushes his cloak over his shoulders, revealing his weaponry. "I see you have made friends Savina."
 
Kavina makes the motions to pay for second drink, but the serving girl shakes her head and says something about that particular table being on Mat's tab. Kavina casts a lopsided grin at the General, which is also when she catches sight of Kaden. Slouching like a kid with her hand in the cookie jar, the twin walks in his direction, nodding to the whisper, "I was just leaving..." She smells of ale. Then diverts her path to grab her bow before heading toward the door.

The young general looks up from those at his table, almost as if he could feel the golden eyes of the younger man on him. His own dark eyes looking over those seated with him, which seem to be dropping like flies, towards the bar. He offers Wyl a small, if somewhat hesitant nod as he notices the man's gaze on him. His own attention wanders back to his own table around the same time that Savina decides to try and blend in with the table. His left brow quirks onto his forehead at the sudden shift in the girl's demeanor, though whatever questions he might ask are soon answered by the arrival of Kaden at their table. His head turns, looking up towards the Warder, a small grin resting on his lips. His brows lift faintly onto his forehead, almost giving him something of an impish quality, "I'll wager a month of her," his head inclines towards Rowena, "that you're their guardian." His dark eyes move past the man, as if expecting another to be walking in shortly after him, but when no one comes his attention returns to Kaden, "Or at least one of them."  [Mat]

Savina ducks her head a bit so that her braid falls over her shoulder, still thoroughly entranced by the liquid in her cup.  Maybe he won't see me, maybe he won't... Blood and bloody ashes... he saw me. She takes another drink of her ale, if she's to be in trouble she's going to go all the way, do nothing half-heartedly.  She nods a bit to Mat before drawing herself back up, putting on her most innocent smile and then speaking, "Hey, it's about time you got here.. want an ale?"

Not really paying attention to much but his meal, if one could call it that, until the green cloaked swordsman approaches the twins.  Frowning slightly, he also comes to the conclusion that they are trying to enjoy a good time, and their protector has arrived.  With a chuckle, Wyl finds the situation humorous, a broad smirk across his face.  [Wyl]

Kaden chuckles softly as he looks down at Savina, "No Sis, I think you've likely had enough for the both of us." He shifts his gaze to Mat, "They are big enough to look after themselves... mostly. I take care of the everything else." He looks Mat up and down, sizing him up from his hat to his boots, "And who might you be? Savina here seems to have taken a shine to you."

Rowena glares at Mat, "You will do what exactly?" Her soft voice is starting to get slurred, and she begins to sway in time with the music being played by someone in the common room. She, still swaying, leans over to Mat, "You should dance with me." A confused look comes over her tanned face at the newcomer, "Wait, not you." She lifts her cup, draining it yet again, and raises it towards a serving girl to indicate another. "Someone else was supposed to teach me to dance. He was as good-looking as I have ever seen.

Mat tilts his head back once more, looking up towards the standing Warder as the man asks his name. The young general gestures towards the quickly emptying seats, offering Kaden a seat, "Mat. Mat Cauthon. You?" His head turns abruptly at the sound of Rowena's voice, his right brow sinking down while his left lifts high onto his forehead. He blinks a few times as she continues to speak, as if confused by something about the girl. His head bows, sinking as if in defeat as sudden realization blossoms in his dark eyes. With a quick shake of his head, still hanging, he speaks, the sound of a sigh heard within his voice, "Blood and ashes, thought you'd hold up better than that." The young man's shoulders shake faintly, his head lifting as a chuckle rumbles up from his middle to escape from his lips. His head tilts slightly off to the side, both brows lifting high onto his forehead as his shoulders rise in a shrug, "Might as well keep going now."

Savina turns back around and makes a face as Kaden begins asking who Mat is, praying silently to the light he would sell a line of manure that would make flowers bloom in the common room inn.  Sadly, no he tells him the truth, this wins yet another face made.  Another drink and then she speaks, "I was hoping he'd not see me," she looks to Mat, "I don't know if you understand, he's like a bloodhound! Every time, EVERY TIME, Kavina and I start to have some kind of fun.. oh never mind."

As the barmaid leaves the table after dropping off anyone's refill, Rowena looks up to the Warder and clears her throat," You aren't Telir." Another confused look crosses her face and she looks at Savina a wide grin showing the dimple in her left cheek, "You should have what we are having." A giggle escapes her, "I haven't felt this good since before my twin disappeared." She grins up at the Warder, "And I think a good looking man like you should join us."  [Rowena]

Wyl sighs and glances upward momentarily, to the oil lamps overhead, then tilts his head back down, his shaggy bangs falling in front of his face, partly obscuring his eyes.  The seriousness about him now is at distinct odds with the rowdy nature of the table down and over from him.  Already mostly through his mug of cider, Wyl pokes at the bread idly with his knife, not exactly cutting off a piece.  His frown twists sideways, and a growl begins to resonate in his throat.

Kaden smiles wryly at Rowena before he answers Mat, saying simply "Kaden Zoss." The young man makes no move to sit at the table, though he does seem amused by Savina's muttering as he walks over to her other side, putting himself somewhat between Mat and the girl. "General Cauthon. We have heard of you. Actually, I was on my way to see you after I found those two." With a soft scrape of boot leather Kaden sets himself, suddenly taking on the air of a coiled spring.

Savina is pretty certain there's a term for what Kaden just did.  Instead of letting him ruin her fun, cause let’s face it he's handsome too, the blonde focuses her attention on Rowena, "What are you drinking.. I just have ale."  She leans forward to try and peek in Rowena's cup also stealing a glance at Mat, most likely just to irritate Kaden.

Mat inclines his head towards the standing Warder, the grin resting on his lips easy, despite Savina's words to him. His body turns, his head turning further to look towards Rowena as she speaks. Though his head falls forward, a chuckle escapes his lips, his shoulders shaking with mirth at the girl's statements. He draws a long breath as his head lifts, the grin dancing over his lips one of pure amusement over the entire situation that is going on around him. With a chuckle in his words, he looks past those in the vicinity of his table, looking instead towards Wyl. He gestures for the man to join them, "Feel free to bloody join the rest of us." His attention returns to Kaden at the sound of the word 'General', the young man's brows rising quizzically, "It's just Mat." His head tilts slightly to the side, "What's the Tower looking for me for?"

Kaden shakes his head, "Oh no, nothing like that. When that happens it usually involves a whole lot more browbeating." he glances at Savina, "This is more of a private matter. My Sister wishes to have a chat with you." Kaden tilts his head to the side as he looks Mat in the eye. "She wants to know a bit more about you... Mat."

Rowena looks at Mat as he waves a young man over from the bar, noticing him for the first time. She sends a beaming smile at him, showcasing the dimple in encouragement. Turning to the pretty blonde girl, "I don't bloody know, I am drinking the same as Boss man Mat." A giggle escapes her. "It's great though." She winks at Kaden, "I still think you should join us."

Savina takes Rowena's cup and sniffs it, if she is allowed and can wrest the glass from her.  Yep, she knows that smell.  Brandy.  She hands the glass back to Rowena, "I'll have what she's having," she calls to the serving girl before shrugging and then downing the rest of her ale in a couple of gulps.  Her mug now drained is returned to the table.  

Wyl blinks and is shaken from his dark reverie.  With a smile, the young man nods, "Tha' I will, if ya don't mind."  With that, Wyl takes the bread and cheese with him over toward the full table, with Mat and the others.  At the mention of the Tower, Wyl pauses for a moment, then continues.  There, he takes the empty seat between Savina and Rowena, putting the mostly-intact loaf of bread and hunk of cheese on the table, a knife sticking out of the cheese.  Slicing off a strip of the bread and the cheese, Wyl hands one over towards Mat.  His hands look like they have seen a life of hard work outdoors, though they are quite clean.  "Sorry, anyone can have some," he says, glancing between the two women.

Mat gives a single slow nod towards Kaden as he says a Sister wants to know more about him, though his first response is apparently towards Rowena and Savina on the subject of what he is drinking, shown by pointing towards Rowena's cup as he says, "It's brandy." Though Savina obviously recognizing the drink brings another grin to the young general's lips. He offers the girl a quick wink as his head rises, his attention wandering towards Wyl as the golden-eyed gent joins the table, "Don't mind at all. Too many empty seats makes me bloody edgy." The last remnants of a chuckle are still on his lips as his attention returns to Kaden, his head slowly shaking back and forth, "Burn me, but if Egwene knew you were going to look for me I'm sure she'd have more than enough to say."

Kaden takes a slow breath, picking his words carefully. Before he speaks the serving girl arrives with Savina's brandy and Kaden smoothly intercepts it before the girl can grab it. He takes a small sip. "That may be but -my- Sister wants a chance to speak with you. To learn things for herself you might say." He sets down the brandy cup, "Would it be possible to arrange a meeting with you, say... tomorrow?"
 
Bread and cheese!  Wyl offers to share two of Savina's favorite foods! "Thanks!  I'm Savina," she gestures to herself as she attempts to accept her brandy, from the serving girl.  Quickly with her free hand she takes coin and hands it to the serving girl, paying for her drink even though Kaden stole it.  "Hey.." she reaches over to take her brandy from Kaden, she paid for it, and it’s hers.   [Savina]

Rowena glances at the young man who has settled beside her, a grin curling her full lips upward. A more lively tune is heard from whomever is playing and her light brown eyes widen with glee. She leans over to him, still grinning like a fool, "I'm Rowbenia", she manages to say the her grin turns downward and she shakes her head a bit, "No, thas not right." She lifts her head quickly, grin coming back into place, "Rowena, friends call me Ro." She begins to sway again with the music as she lifts her cup toward Savina in salute and takes a deep swallow.

With a twinge of his nose and scrunching of his face, Wyl's head shakes for an instant, back and forth, as if getting a whiff of some pungent odor.  "Wow, that's some drink!", the young man who seems on the verge of drinking age exclaims to Savina.  "I'm Wyl, by the way," he says with a bit of a blush.  "Pleasure to meet you," reaching out to place his hand upon Savina's, unless she or another should stop him.  [Wyl]

Moments after the last, Wyl unstraps his travelling pack and hangs it upon the back of the chair.  The spear across his back, though, he retains upon his person.   He turns his head to Rowena, and smiles, though a slightly concerned look is upon his face. "Is the... brandy? good?"  [Wyl]

Mat is given a refill as well, since it is highly likely he has finished his own drink at some point during all of this. His hands spread slightly as he gives a nod towards Kaden, agreeing to the meeting, "I can make some time to meet with her tomorrow." The young general leans forward, his elbows sliding over the top of the table, only to bend and lift his hands. He places his hands together, his fingers lacing together around the level of his chin, at least they are the level now that he is leaning across the table, "You two wanting some place neutral, or maybe the Band's embassy?" His head turns slightly, his dark eyes moving towards Wyl. Amusement is quite clear in his voice as he speaks, "Getting more popular by the bloody minute, aren't you?"

Kaden nods in thanks to Mat, "Someplace fairly private where we can all have a nice conversation without any interruptions or prying eyes and ears would be best I think. We are staying at the Crown of Roses. Perhaps they have a private room that would be acceptable to you?" Kaden waits patiently, his stillness ruined only by the way he continuously scans the room around him.

Having been successful in regaining her drink Savina takes a drink of her brandy, closing her eyes to savor the warming liquid.  She holds the brandy in one hand and accepts Wyl's hand and shakes it with her right. "Good to meet you Wyl.  Actually, it's quite good, do you want to try it?"  She seems to be watching his eyes, entranced. "pretty.." her words are almost a whisper.  [Savina]

Rowena continues swaying to the song and softly starts to sing along. Her leg starts shaking to the beat. "I wish Telir was here. He was supposed to teach me to dance." she mutters to anyone close enough to hear. She then turns to Wyl, a smile showing off her dimple, "Nice to meet you, Wyl. Do you know how to dance." She leans closer to Mat, "You are good looking, too. But you are like my brother." She frowns at the mention of her twin and lifts her cup to her full lips once more drinking deeply. The empty cup making a thunk as it hits the table.

Mat offers a small, slow nod towards Kaden as he pulls himself back to settle in his seat once more. His right hand curls around the small pewter cup of brandy he was given, lifting it to hover just before his lips, "What's a good time?" With the only pertinent question asked, he tilts the cup back to take a long drink, his brows lifted as he looks up towards Kaden from over the rim. Rowena's sudden jumps in conversation, turns the Andoran's head, his brows drawing down in some small bit of confusion. He blinks at the young woman before shaking his head, a small grin touching the corners of his lips, "You are going to hate me tomorrow."

Wyl accepts the handshake and smiles back, "Well, if there's more, I wouldn' mind.  Though," his voice trailing off as he recalls where they're staying.  "I'd not want to deprive you of yours," his smile returning.  Turning back to Rowena, he frowns, "I've... danced a little, but I jus' got sat down."  Smiling back he says, "Thanks for the offer though," he says with a warm glance, his eyes flickering down and then back up.  Tilting his head forward and turning it to Mat, he smirks, "Good company here beats brooding," glancing back to Savina.  "Do ya' really think I'm pretty?", he says incredulously.

Kaden smiles slightly as that went much easier than he expected, "Sometime in the afternoon, yes?" Kaden looks to Rowena with a note of concern that he transfers to the young woman he has come to retrieve. "Savina, I think maybe we should get back. I'm sure that you will see your... friends again sometime soon." He smiles, "Besides, why let Kavina get all the lecture time."

"Your eyes," Savina takes a drink of her bandy, "yes."  So it seems she's deciding to ignore Kaden for the moment, and Mat's no fun right now because he's talking business with Kaden.  Another sip is taken as Kaden speaks to her, she turns to look at him while lowering her cup from her lips.  "I don't want to go, Ro and Wyl and I are having a conversation and there might be dancing."  The blonde takes another drink of her brandy and beams a smile at Kaden.  [Savina]

Rowena beams at Wyl and then with a bit of a wobble stands to her feet, "I wanna dance....." she mutters to herself. She takes two unsteady steps away from the table, close to Mat, and lifts a hand to her forehead, "Uhh..." Her light brown unfocused eyes roll up in her head and she starts to fall to the floor.

Mat offers a small nod towards Kaden, "I'll be there." He offers a sympathetic wince towards Savina, understanding what is likely to come after they return to where ever it is that they are going off to. The young general lifts his cup to his lips once more, draining the cup before setting it back down against the table once more with a soft thunk. It is around this time that Rowena stands, stumbles and begins to fall near his seat. Mat slides from his seat, not really even standing, but closer to squatting as he lunges to catch the young woman. He manages to slip his arms around the woman as he straightens, just keeping her from hitting the floor. He stands slowly, leaning the young woman against him to keep her at least somewhat stable. His head turns towards the group at the table, the look on his face apologetic, "I hate to cut the night short, but it looks like I'll be dragging this one back." He takes a pair of slow steps back towards the table, half-carrying the young woman in his arms.

His body bends, awkwardly holding Rowena against him to grab his wide-brimmed hat from the table. After placing the hat on his head, he reaches for his ashandarei which has gone unmentioned for quite some time now. With that, he situates Rowena so that he can help her walk, tosses more than enough coins on the table to cover what they've all had and then some. With that, they leave.  [Mat]

Wyl considers Savina's words, his warm smile still on his face.  However, his eyebrows raise slightly, as he is suddenly very wary and on alert, his body tensing slightly.  He is ready to bolt, eyes darting to the exits, moments before Rowena stands up.  As her hand raises to her forehead, his smile turns to a frown and he starts to push out from his chair, turning when he spots Mat already acting.  His motion continues, though is redirected into standing, and nods to Mat.  "It was fun.  Keep her safe", he says with some concern, watching as they leave.  Turning back to Savina, a moment passes, then Wyl asks with a grin, "Did you want to dance?"

Kaden would have moved to help with Rowena but Mat was closer. He nods to the General as he collects his intoxicated friend, "Tomorrow then." Kaden nods politely to the rest of the people at the table, specifically Wyl, and starts to walk for the door. He calls, "Come on Savina." without turning around to look to make sure she is following him (but she'd better if she doesn't want an extra special lecture from Denee).

Savina's eyes light up and a broad smile forms upon her lips.  Just as she opens her mouth to respond Kaden speaks which not only succeeds in clearing away her smile but evoking a heavy sigh from the blonde woman.  "Maybe next time, I have a feeling I'm in for quite the lecture."  A lecture is likely the least of her worries, she's also got the headache in the morning to look forward to.  "I will see you again, promise." She winks at Wyl and then downs the rest of her brandy in a last act of defiance before following Kaden out of the Inn.

Savina darts back and if Wyl doesn't move, places a kiss on his cheek before joining Kaden, this time for real cause she's sure to hear about it.

Kaden slips out the door, but it remains open. Obviously the Warder is holding it and waiting, impatiently, for Savina to follow.

Wyl grins mischievously back to Savina at her promise, and chuckles silently at the downing of the brandy.  He sighs, as he watches her go, having wanted the opportunity to give her a kiss.   At her darting back in, he smiles happily at the kiss, and, assuming she doesn't push him away, gives her a quick hug as she does, before she heads off.

     (OoC)-> Savina says, 'and no she'd not push him away'

Savina is almost skipping when she meets Kaden just outside the door.  Her cheeks are flushed a bit, from the hug, the stolen kiss, and the brandy.  "Lead on, Captain Tight Pants!"