Steven
"I'd track you down in a heartbeat, Stafford. I know your every move." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and gave a soft laugh after. "It's my job to make sure you and Harmattan aren't getting into trouble, unfortunately." With that, she leaned back into her seat, resting her glass upon her knee as her attention roamed over him. In the lighter close, he looked like a real knight and not some teenager playing dress up. 

"You're not supposed to worry about our borders unless told to do so. You've got to worry about Stormalong, and the Knights Academy."
Charlene
~~For some strange reason Charity had an urge. Both she and Anya being at the festival, Charity tracked her down and sat on her face.~~
Steven
~~Enjoyed the banquet very much.~~
Ashley
Eric laughed with her, "Watching me must be the most boring part of your job though. I could be the least interesting person in Zahrada, potentially Astoria." He commented, "So you dont uave to worry about me geting into any trouble, Zane on the otherhand, you would want to put full attention on him."

Then came the portion where someobe was tellibg him not to worry about the borders. "I feel like i should worry about borders, and atleast keep an eye on them myself. If something happens, who will be leading the men who will be fighting on those borders? Me. Not many other people can inspire the Feyshorians like me. That is why I worry. Because the moment something happens, I am going to raise every man able to hold a spear in Feyshore to fight. So, I watch so that I'm not surprised when it is time." He sighed, hoping that would never happen. The prospect scared him and excited him in equal measure, he would be lying if he didn't miss being in the field.
Mabel
Satine hummed gently to herself as she stood from her boat, casting a part of the sail outwards with her hand. Her boot now created a thud as she stepped up on the side of the ship and leaned towards the water as far as possible. This created just enough thrust from the winds coming from the sea to bring her into the docks at a gentle pace. A tactic she had learned to use when sailing slowly through dangerous waters- not that the southern isles were dangerous or anything.
At that moment a gust of wind carrying the stench of death had reached her nose- her mind accessing it and categorizing the scent with her premonition of flies. "Gods, what now?"
On an unrelated note, her senses had begun to raise the hair on the back of her neck. A quick turn would allow her eyes to fall upon another ship, seemingly coming into dock at a decently quick pace. In response to this she politely pulled up to the docking area and took the second peg to tie up her boat, leaving the first at the end of the dock for the black masted ship.
Upon stepping on the dock, the female stretched before gathering a small satchel. Her eyes glancing around for excitement or a tavern to rest her weary mind.
James
Axari's mind had finally settled and she shivered one last time from that dreadful little sensation that had rushed through her head. She approached a dockworker, different from the last "Where's the nearest tavern? And do they accept performers?" The man turns and murmurs "Head north, into town, you can't miss it" He says, pointing toward a building in the distance. Axari nods and straightened her lute on her back. "Thank you." She mutters as she begins making her way the direction he indicated.

Axari finds her way easily enough, and pushes the door open to step inside. The half-Drow approaches the bartender, and begins her pitch about providing entertainment for the night. "I play the lute, and tell stories. I'll give 5% to the tavern whatever I make for the night if you let me play. I'll make it 8% for free drinks..." After a bit of deliberating, Axari comes to an agreement with the bartender and takes a seat, waiting for the person currently performing to wrap up his act as she sips on her ale, her fingers drumming on the table in rhythm. After downing the first drink, she sets about tuning her lute, resting the instrument on her lap and softly strumming notes for only her to hear. She glanced around a bit nervously as anxiety began taking her once more. What if that vision hadn't been a dream. No one seemed to be sick, or injured though. Everything looked fine. "Fucking hell Ax, you're going mad." She mutters Under her breath as she finished up her tuning job. "At least this bar's packed." She thinks to herself as she looks around the room, seeing most of the chairs filled.
Christina
It didn't take long for Taireen to reach the tavern, having to walk by foot because she didn't own a horse. It wasn't too much of an issue, it gave her time to try and get over what she had just seen. To get some fresh air and space. Perhaps she should give up her 'special' tea, but the visions felt too real for it to be related to it. Shaking her head, Taireen brought her palm to her temple and began smacking at her temple. It was as if she was trying to hit the thoughts out of her head before she entered the tavern. 
It was crowded, something she needed in hopes to distract her. Making her way to the bar, she placed many coins on the bar top. She could feel many eyes on her and she assumed it was her appearance. Her skin was pale and her body shook like she had a cold, something many preferred to avoid. "The strongest you have." She commented to the bartender who gave her a hesitant look. "I'm hungover. Help me get rid of it." It was one of Taireen's go-to lines which tended to work often. She preferred people to not assume she had some sickness or to know what she did in her own home. 
The man gave a sigh of retreat as he poured her a drink which she took away to a table. She had to shove through multiple men who were three times her size before she found a free seat. Sitting down, she brought the bitter tasting liquid to her lips and forced it down her throat.
Mabel
The tavern nearby had provided a convenient place of refuge for the knightress, a grin marking her face at the mere thought of ale. "If the dead could rise again, I'd assume they'd all meet at a tavern to be merry and share stories." She claimed to herself, allowing a thought to slip into speech. This often occurs as a habit born of being alone- however it serves her well in terms of honesty and gratitude.
The doors cast open at the touch of her fingertips and Satine had entered, green eyes scanning all the subjects in the room. She analyzed their faces, spotted who looked sketchy and who didn't... Perhaps she was hoping to find a god sitting amongst them. One who could explain her premonition. However this was not the case, and life is often not as sweet as one might believe.
"I'll take a smooth ale- one to soothe rather than aggravate. You can do that, yes?" Her accent ran over the liquid flow of her sentences, creating a sort of flow in her tone. With her facial expressions that of mass curiousness and confidence, mixed with the bodily outlook to match, Satine's eyes had begun to jut around the room once more. She was looking for entertainment.
Cole
The Jörmungandr began to slow as it came up on the docks. As if normal procedure, Faolan's men began to carry a wooden plank towards the edge of the ship to act as a ramp for when they docked while the anchor was released. The ship came to a sudden halt as the anchor burrowed into the sand below the ship causing the Jörmungandr to lock in place. "Alright lads! I will return shortly after I get a bloody drink, clearly I need it." Faolan started as he proceeded towards the ramp. "I want this ship cleaned by the time I get back! If that's not your job then enjoy the scenery." He added, making is way down the ramp and onto the docks with a thump, adjusting his belt and placing his left hand securely on the pommel of his Ulfberht sword as he began down the docks. Faolan normally had a smug smirk, he liked to greet the local sailors as if they were old friends because it was nice to see others who lived a life at sea yet still return safely back to the Isles, but this time there was no smirk, not even close. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, contemplating the horribly vivid daydream he had. Surely it was a dream, it had to be. He was intuitive but he was no psychic. Once he reached the end of the dock and started down the streets of the city he tried rolling his neck out and taking a deep breath to clear his mind.

"You're drink deprived, Fao. That's all it is, you need to get your fuckin self to the tavern and drink yerself shitface." He mumbled to himself albeit loud enough to where his little self coaching tactic earned him some strange glances from the locals. Finally he stopped outside the tavern and with his free right he turned the knob and pulled open the door. Ah yes, there was another thing off about him that he only just realized the second he had to open the door for himself, which he really never had to do because he typically brought a few gentlemen with him. But this time was different, this time he was completely without his crew, but it was too late to go back now. So with a deep sigh he trudged over to the bar and slid into a stool not far from where Taireen resided. "A bottle of akvavit, not a glass, the whole fucking bottle." He demanded from the barkeep who likely immediately went to get him his beverage. Faolan wasn't known by everyone, but he came to the tavern enough to at least be known by the folks around here, they respected him, those who knew him anyway, and he liked that. There was nothing this man valued more than respect.
James
She finished up tuning her instrument and looked up to the small stage that was stuffed in the corner of the room. Nothing glamorous but it would pay for her stay tonight at least, hopefully. Axari walked up to the stage, pulling a small stool over with her. She sat down, put her black curls up in a bun, and cleared her throat. "I'm Axari, I'll be taking requests, I tell stories and sing songs, it's really up to you what you'd like to see. Any request will be one gold, and I accept tips. Anyway, I'll get on with it now." She kicks the case to her lute open and starts with a few opening strums, her orange eyes glowing softly in the dark light of the tavern, betraying her Drow nature. 

Axari starts singing, a jovial tune, one about a young knight who finds himself on an epic adventure. She watches over the crowd, hoping to see some kind of reaction, gauge something to figure out what the crowd would like to hear. As she crosses the crowd she makes eye contact with a blonde, Viking looking woman. Axari smiles and throws her a wink before continuing her sweeping gaze around the room. As this song comes to a close, a coin is tossed into her lute case and she flashes a friendly smile to the charitable soul who tossed it. 

She started on the song he requested, glancing up as a man walked through the door and straight to the bar, a real sailor looking man, now toting a bottle of liquor. Axari was coming to the close of this song and as she hit the last notes she called out. "Come on, any requests ladies and gents? I'm sure someone's got something they want to hear?" She flashes a smirk and looks around the room. Axari has been doing this a while, and knew the best way to get a good bit of gold is to get the audience involved, get them wanting something. She reached down and sipped on her ale which she brought on stage with her. "First request is free, whoever shouts something out gets it." She says with a chuckle.
Mabel
The blonde was rewarded with a fine mug of ale, golden in color with a beautiful white glacier at the top. With delighted pleasure she took up the mug by fitting her hand between the handle and the glass. Just so she could hold it with one hand just as effectively as two. With this new-found enjoyment, and music beginning in the background, Satine once again peered out at the crowd and begun picking out people who seemed interesting to her. 
'This bartender can fix my ale any day, this is delightful.' She thought as her eyes peered around the counter and at the displayed booze. 'People, Satine. Talk to people, don't just stare at them you fucking fool." Hastily her eyes had landed on the drow woman on stage, whom the music was coming from. However, simultaneously an animalistic instinct in her told her to lick the foam at the top of her ale... Just to see how it tasted. This action, paired with unbelievable fate of looking at the drow and licking the foam had earned her a wink. Her eyes now widening as she stared down at the puff of foam which was now missing from her drink. "Ahem, play something that won't put me to sleep. I fear that today dreams walk around in the daytime... Please, put them to rest." She commented, now glancing around her surroundings again. 
Her eyes now caught a male who had just arrived and ordered a whole bottle to himself. She figured if she played her cards right she could earn herself a free drink or two out of that.