1867-06-20: Whitehallers, Wenches and Wickedness
White Hallers, Wenches and Wickedness
Summary: Havelock has a busy couple of days.
Date: 1867-06-20
Related: Anything and everything Marbles related.
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Havelock  

The White Hallers had been patched, injuries inflicted through what was the result of a misunderstanding were bound and sutured and padded and bandaged. The Reliant's stock of fortified wine had been depleted considerably, though a few swigs had more often than not helped pass the time.

"We were only taking what was ours by right! That bastard had stolen our cargo and you bastards got in our way!"

Havelock's timely jab of a needle had reduced the impending growl into a pained hiss as he listened and set to soothing wrongs and healing wounds. It had been a long night, but gaping wounds were closed and some manner of understanding was reached. Wrong place, wrong ship, wrong captain, wrong time. A series of unfortunate events and a collision with some angry White Hallers. A few more swigs dulled the impending headache, god that wine was good.

Awoken by White Hallers bidding their noisy and bloody farewell, Havelock began the day as it seemed intent on carrying on. Confusing, annoying and utterly tiring.

The first stop was the Porpoise to fulfill an obligation to the barkeep, the former Jarl and keeper of a good many secrets. Havelock's own personal vow was certainly tested. Flirty glances and flirty everything ensured that the Reliant was almost as red as his warcoat by the time he was done ensuring the good health of some seriously healthy wenches with overly healthy appetites. But with each hale and hearty and blessed with self-professed abundant stamina at which he took them at their word, the Reliant could do little more than profess that the Jarl was a fortunate man to be blessed with such employees, though given one had yet to return from the market, Havelock promised to return.

The next hour spent in the company of the Grand Master of the Reliants was just as tiring, explaining and hoping that all would indeed be well. Offering up the death of Marbles from 'an over excited heart' was but the icing on the cake, though Havelock himself knew that no one would be fooled by his inability to lie at all decently. If anything, the young Reliant was just pleased to make it outside and gulp several deep breaths of cleanish Four Corners air to steady.

And then back to the Vigil Headquarters, flitting by the Jarl while his back was turned to avoid having to tend to the remaining fiery wench…

To say that Havelock watched Viola with something akin to awe throughout the hours that followed was certainly no understatement. Not exactly a man prone to scholarly pursuits, he did his best to help in some small way, although it often fell to making a fine cup of tea and some small snack to ensure strength was kept up. Hours of research, hours of trying to read books and in some cases even succeeding, though his attention aften wavered. More tea, more vittles, Viola. Thank heavens for Viola.

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