[PQ] I'll Drink to That

Watching Remi get to it, Devrum was careful to smirk his approval hidden through his bearded lips when the lad kept his focus to the work at hand. No need to make him feel like he was actually doing well. What would that do?

Devrum took a brief moment to reflect how he even got here...from feeding off the remains of combatants in a pit, to being married, having a daughter...now overlooking this young man working hard, following his words to a tee.

As they began to gather the wood, Devrum leaned slightly over Remi to overlook the plans he was coming with...again impressed with the effort. His hand had reached to pat the young man on the back, but luckily he stopped himself...no need for that now, he thought to himself.

He wasn't particularly good or at all comfortable in displaying affection openly...instead he cleared his throat and nodded.

"Right. Let's get to it."

Quick and to the point, no need for fancy talk and such...such was the way of the bear man.

Ashe’s lips feathered into a smile, and it grew into a grin as the little spider began to clumsily scuttle towards her. ”That's it,” she encouraged, nudging the fish forward before she reached her hand out. She was just starting to imagine walking about this new world with an alcohol loving spider on her shoulder when her dreams were crushed. Literally. Ashe cried out when a lump of fur landed on top of her spider, and her heart lurched with the end of its life. Her mouth dropped open, wide eyes staring with something like horror on her face at the sorry looking cat that had killed her spider. The fat feline moved on to the half of a fish, and the assassin remained in mute shock for a moment longer, and she silently cursed herself for the way her heart sank at the sight of the crushed arachnid. At the sound of a bone crunching, Ashe flashed her eyes to the cat that feasted on the spider's fish. ”Fat demon,” she snapped, and she snatched ahold of the fish, shoving it across the floor and away. ”Fuck off.” The wolf sighed as she turned fire-blue eyes back to the spider, frowning. It was a spider. A drunk spider that she'd only known for a second, but damnit her eyes still prickled as she made quick work of gathering up the remains and cleaning up after the demon cat's slaughter. As she disposed of the little eight legged body, the raven-haired girl had to remind herself again that it was just a spider, and the cat had been doing what cats do. Still, she let out a long breath as she looked down at the body now with the rubbish. ”Sorry little buddy,” she said quietly. Her mood thoroughly soured, Ashe turned back to the soon-to-be tavern and braced a hand over her hip. She looked at the broom, at the rest of the place.. and she set back to work, cleaning and throwing venomous glares at the furry beast that had murdered her spider. ashetta it's live or die my way.

The fat demon cared not for Ashetta's ire, and he followed after the fish with a mrow and a high tail, making sure to flash the ex-assassin his feline butthole as he did so. Vervain - who had watched the entire thing whilst having to bite her bottom lip to prevent herself from laughing, busied herself doing who-even-knew to hide the fact that she'd witnessed the spider's death. Now that things were mostly in order, the rest of the day passed in a blur of productivity. By the end the Rathskeller was clean and warm and well-lit, and tables and chairs had been arranged in a homely, haphazard fashion. Vai clapped her hands together and grinned, leaning against her newly wiped-down counter. "Thanks," she said to her little makeshift family, a warm smile on her face. "It only seems right that we celebrate with a drink, no? Gather round!" So saying, Vai leant down to grab some glasses and pour some wine for them all to toast the new tavern. This PQ has concluded! Thank you very much for your participation - you all gain credit! <3 vervain face the wind