Celebrating the official naming of Volk as Sheriff!

[Phineas J. Pennefeather]

Phineas quickly rushes behind the counter, pulls out a very fancy looking green and gold bottle and a number of very small crystal-glass drinking cups.

“This is the very best Elvish Brandy-Wine Spirit that I have been able to find on the Island”

He quickly pours two glasses for Volkihere and himself plus one for everybody else present.

“With great celebration, I hereby declare to one and all that our good man Volkihere Malacalo be Sheriff of this place. I hope that all of you will join me as I raise a glass to you, Sheriff Volk!”

[Horns]

Horns quickly distributes the glasses among those present, and raises his own. "To Sheriff Volk!" He nods to the newly-appointed lawman, and downs the drink. The moment it touches his tongue, his face lights up. "How long have you been hiding this stuff, Phineas? It's the best I've ever tasted! Far better than that Dwarven stout Borin got from his uncle or cousin or whomever, and I thought that was amazing! The fauns back home would burn down a forest for this stuff! Can I have more?" He said this last with a look of great expectation, his eyes filled with hope.

[Phineas J. Pennefeather]

Phineas nods at the hard work of his Faunish assistant and alchemist-in-training and smiles broadly.

“One more, Horns,” he says. “Just one more.”

After a moment, he continues.

“You should know, that Elvish Brandy-Wine may be one of the best beverages made,” he says. “But the Halfling people know how to brew, vint and distill better than anyone.”

“Horns, as part of your training with me, I can teach the fine arts of Halfling wine-making and brewing.”

[Torvallis!]

Torvallis! entered the tavern and noted the celebration. A quick question told them the reason.

They arched an eyebrow at Volk.

"Subtle?"

[Horns]

Horns made a delighted sound and happily refilled his glass with the Brandy-wine, but this time drank it slowly, savouring every drop. When he finished, he had a flash of dissapointment, but the drink put him in too good a mood for it to last. "Why, Phineas, that's a wonderful idea!" He exclaimed joyously. "I hope someday, with your training, I can make a drink as great as this one!" Grinning, he returned to work, clearing some empty mugs from the tables and beginning to clean them, while singing softly to himself. He called out to Phineas halfway through an off-key rendition of 'The Imperial's Wife,' realizing he had forgotten to ask an important question.
"When can we start?"

[Ira the Elf]

Haring the commotion Ira walks into the common room to the sounds or merriment and discordant singing. Confused, she takes in the sight of Horns singing tipsily and immediately looks at Phineas and Volk, raising an eyebrow.

[Volkihere Malacalo]

"It's a celebration of my apointment as sheriff. Torvallis!, Ira, have a glass celebrate!" He says while sipping from the glass in his hand and smiling.

[Torvallis!]

Torvallis! shook their head slowly.

"Here's your knife back, again, thanks for the 'loan'"

(OOG: Seeing as during the last two actual sessions, I kept stealing and then handing Volk back his knives, I feel pretty comfortable doing it in RP on the forums. Just sayin', it's already established)

[Volkihere Malacalo]

"I'm getting curious, I know you are taking my knives, I just have no idea why, don't you own five already?" He says confused.

[Torvallis!]

"GODDAMNIT you need a dictionary!

Subtlety! I'm showing you what subtlety is by subtly taking your knives and then subtly giving them back to you with hints that I stole them. Subtlety is not making a grasp for power by having the whole thing announced to the tavern and celebrated with rare brandy!"

[Volkihere Malacalo]

"What The hell are you talking about? What grab for power, Phineas apointed me this position. He asked me to do the job. I just said yes. If you have a problem with me being sheriff, take it up with Phinneas. Also you have met me right, I do not do subtlety." He says confused, at the insane mages lesson.

[Centurion Marcus Lanious]

Stumbling in, late to the party Marcus finds himself a glass. Raising it high above his beret in toast as he puts an arm around Volk. "BAH! Never mind all the conspiritus rabble Sheriff, With us in charge the criminals and heretics of this settlement will never know a night of peace." turning to the rest of the party with Volk firmly pressed to his side with one arm Marcus clears his throat "To our new champion of justice! May all who question his divine will be dammed ! CHEERS!"

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