La Taverne Forge au Feu - The Forge Fire Tavern.

Zaræn stirs awake a few minutes after Morrigan. He doesn't immediately open his eyes, instead with a grin on his face he leans in. He locates her face with his nose and then eyes still closed finds her lips with his. After a long few moments he finally opens his eyes and breaks the kiss. That was a fine way to wake up. Grinning her rolls on top of her pinning her to the mattress with his weight. He leans down and kisses her again. Yes he could certainly get used to this.

"Good morning Amour. Did you sleep well?"

"I slept very well. Waking up has proven to be very good as well. I think though it could get better."

Another kiss and then a slow movement down to her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and ending betwixt her thighs. What had she said yesterday about him enjoying any eating?

<Fade to black and then fade back in a few hours later.>

"It is very fortunate both are businesses do not open until the afternoon, nest-ce pas?"

Zaræn had finally dragged himself out of bed and out of Morrigan. There was a certain appeal to just seeing how long they could go for. Tragically he did actually need to work today. He hadn't worked at all yesterday and though he trusted his manager, there were certain things on he could do. He was also certain that Morrigan had things she needed to do today. Once he is full clothed he finds her and gives her another kiss, before saying with a grin.

"Now Amour, is when you coyly invite me too dinner I think."

It is early afternoon by the time Zaræn returns to his bar. When he enter the staff all stop what they are doing to applaud there boss and Morrigan. There is wolf whistling and general hooting an hollering. Evidently they find the situation rather amusing. Zaræn rolls his eyes but grins at them as he comes in. "Amies! It is not a walk of shame if the lady comes with you!" He yells back at them with good humor. He nods Morrigan toward the stairs to his loft. She could do her work while he handled his in the back forge.

Zaræn hands flew and he hummed to himself. He was oddly pleased by this development. He hadn't been sure what he would feel after making the decision formal. He thought it would be a bigger emotion, but it wasn't just a sort of quiet contentment. Once he is settled in his chair he gets to work. He lays out a few sheets of rose gold and with a rune pen scribes out the nullification sequence. With the sequence settled he grabs pair of gloves. They make the already malleable gold move like clay in his hands. With a few complicated twists and turns he forms the shape of the pendant. That done he once again picks up the rune pen and adds a few minute details. Once the pendant is finished he threads it through a chain and smiles at his work.

Zaræn gets up turn and blinks when he sees Morrigan there. How long had she been standing there? He remembers hearing here speak... 10 minutes ago. What had she said oh right! He comes up to his amour with a grin. Brushing her hair aside he wraps the pendant around the graceful arch of her neck. Once it is secured he kisses her neck then moves to her lips. Once the important business is out of the way he speaks.

"And now amour my door is open to you. Anytime you wish."

"I promise that I will absolutely abuse the privilege amour."

Zaræn says with a little laugh. Despite what happened last time the second kiss makes him consider throwing her on the floor. A thought he abandons when his manager comes in and yells at him. Alas it appeared as though work was rearing it's ugly head. Damn the luck. He settled for one last heated kiss that promised he would most certainly be seeing her later.

"Does that answer your question amour?"

He then ambles up the stairs to earn his keep.

Roarin with Roy in tow stomps into the bar. He tosses his nephew onto as stool hops onto one himself and then slaps a handful of coin on the counter. The bartender raises an eye and waits to hear what the old man wants.

"Git me a bottle o'dragons fire! And fer tha boy I'll be gettin a hammers blow and a bottle o'tha ashes."

Within a few minutes a bottle of whisky is placed in front of Roarin and two bottle of beer are set in front of Roy.

"I know ya are a wee bit o'a milk sop thar Roy. So yer ginna drain tha bottle o'hammers blow and take tha ashes as yer chaser!"

With that Roarin flicks the cap off his bottle with a thumb. The then drains about half of it in a single long pull.

"Ah! Now this here is tha finest whisky I e're did have."

"Talk after ye finish yer drink lad!"

Roarin would glare at Roy until the bottle of Hammer's blow was drained. Then he would slap him on the back roarin in approval. He would let his nephew sip at a the chocolate stout while he ordered him another bottle of hammers blow. Once that was taken care of Roarin grins.

"Ah, me boy I haven't dabbled in alchemy in years. These day I do more respectable things. Like drinking, and sleeping around! I am also mayor of Carmela Island though that's not ta last fer much longer. I signed the island over to tha King. I were fighting defending that whole damn island by meself! But I ain't gunna last ferever Roy, so I wanted ta make shure my people had someone to watch them. Tha King set up a military base and they will be right safe once I am gone. Downside they are gunna appoint a governor since I am ill suited to tha position. Can't win em all eh laddie?"

"Roy tha first step towards learning how ta take yer liquor is learning ta take yer beer. Ye dun want people ta be thinkin yer a pansy yer whole life do ye? Iffin ye can't hold yer alchohol ain't none of tha rough and tumble types gunna respect ye. From what I be hearin o'yer girl shes one of them rough and tumble types."

Roarin grins at the lad as he drains the rest of his whisky bottle. By all accounts anyone who drank that much whisky should be on the floor soon. The old brawler though seems unfazed by the amount he drank. Indeed Roarin asks for another bottle.

"Also I dunno what I am gunna do without me job. Probably sit around an' wait ta die. I'm old Roy not like I'm going ta start a new job this late in life. Dun worry fer yer ol'uncle nun though, I got some money saved."

Roarin pounds Roy on the back giving a laugh of approval. This time he doesn't immediately order another beverage. He would let the first two hit the lad then move onto the hard stuff. In the interim he starts on his fresh bottle of whisky.

"So lad tell me about this girl o'yers."