Synovia x Vrinn after fight w/ Foxglove

After watching Vrinn for awhile,Syn goes and sits by him. "So how was Gildy when you went by the manor? When Imahnee and I left she was very upset."

Keeping himself wrapped in his shawl, he hugged his legs to his chest with his chin resting atop his knees. No longer staring blankly, his eyes now focused, he watched as the diminishing fire danced back and forth to cast flickering shadows around the camp. "Hmm? Oh, aye. Saw 'er in th' mornin'. O' course she was sad. Had a bit o' a cry. Dun tell 'er I said tha' though..." he said with a smirk, his elvish accent especially thick. "Calm 'er down though. She's e'en smilin' when I saw 'er last"

Syn smiles "Is everyone ok at the Kitten? "

Wincing as Synovia mentions the Pixies Kitten, Vrinn thoughtlessly scratches at his back, the absence of the itch he's had for the past few days confounding him. "Aye, they're fine." he says, nodding "A li'le bruised, a li'le shak'n, but they're fine" he sighs before continuing. "I should prob'ly let ye know tha' I 'ave let 'em use th' manor until they rebuild" he mentions as he readies himself under his shawl for the oncoming onslaught

"Well, If they are just using it as a place to stay that's fine. I mean we have the room. However, there will be no business run there. I will not live in a whore house and they better not mess up the gardens."

Sighing, knowing that this would have been the cause of contention, Vrinn looked towards Synovia. His eyes not as vibrant as their normal crystalline blue orbs usually are, he nevertheless stares at her. "Where else are they goin' t' work? Th' streets? Where everyone's been gettin' fuckin' killed ? Or are ye goin' t' escort each and every girl to make sure she's safe? Perhaps you'd like to hire some muscle out of your own coin to escort them?" Vrinn begins, narrowing his eyes as they bore into Synovia's. "Are ye gonna follow each o' them to make sure she ain't bein' slapped around? Or would ye have them stop workin' all together? Are ye goin' t' pay their wages for sittin' around? Will ye pay for their food an' buy them pretty things?" At this Vrinn stands, glaring down at Synovia before beginning to pace "These girls have not only lost their place of employ, but their homes too!" he voices, loudly, no longer bothering if he disturbs the others or not. "I'm payin' for the rebuildin' of our temple out o' me own pocket while giving these girls a safe place to live until it's finished, and you're complaining about being comfortable. And your garden... AT LEAST WE STILL 'AVE A FUCKIN' GARDEN !" Shouting the last few sentences, he turns to look once more directly into Synovia's eyes, anger boiling over behind them, yet takes a deep breath before speaking calmly, collected, though still staring straight into her eyes "If ye don' like it, then go stay at th' Dragon until the work's finished. I'll make sure yer room's locked an' no one goes snoopin'. But don't ye ever suggest t' me again that someone stop makin' an honest livin' like this jus' 'cause ye don't like it."

Very calmly Synovia looks at Vrinn and states "You seem to be very free to turn over a house that you were given as a gift and did not have to lift a finger for. Did you bother to ask Ameiko how she felt about her family home turned into a brothel? Do you honestly believe that I would deny the girls a place to stay and food to eat until there home is repaired? I don't think anyone has a problem with providing a HOME and FOOD  to them. I do feel we all have a right to not want OUR HOME and Belongings gone thru and our beds turned into the fodder for whatever depravities a few gold will by. We are all risking our lives for these girls and this town, I think the least we deserve is a place we can go to regain a little sanity and peace. I'm sure that there is some building in town that your father can afford to rent to do business in and I'm pretty sure he has the resources to pay for it. I am not suggesting they stop working,I am suggesting that the business owner find a proper place to do business other then our home"

"Oh aye, let's ask th' man who jus' lost everythin' to pony up some gold to pay for a new place... An' where do ye propose he pull this magical investment from, his arse? In case ye weren't aware, he jus' lost everythin' in a fuckin' fire..." Vrinn explains in a tone of voice to Synovia as he would to a child. "An' o' course, lets run an' hide behind Ameiko's skirts. Ye've got a weird thin' going, Synovia, callin' a woman not e'en ten years older than yesself yer Ma. What's the story behind that one, hmm? "Boo fuckin' hoo I lost me parents when I was fuckin' sixteen". It's time t' grow up Synovia an' face th' real world. Th' way ye carry on ye'd think that ye parents died when ye were six. Shit happens. Get over it. I'd 'ave thought that you of all people woulda been more sympathetic to victims of a fuckin' fire" Vrinn doesn't let up in his ranting, venting his frustrations and directed squarely towards Synovia. "An' besides, it's not up t' Ameiko what goes on in tha' house any more. Last time I checked, it says Vandiir over th' theshold, not Kaijutsu. Not Pais. Not whate'er Miro's name is. An' don' get me started on that li'le fuckin' weirdo. Th' fact remains Synovia, if ye don't like it, then too bad. Don't go into th' basement. Or leave. I don't really mind whichever. O' course the john's ain't gonna be traipsin' though the Gods damned house. Ain't no one usin' the basement right now, so now we will be. If ye took the stick out from up of yer arse for long enough then ye might even see tha' these are good, honest people who prob'ly know more about decency than ye ever could."

(*grabs popcorn...sips soda...checks mop and bucket ...just in case*)

Synovia continues to look Vrinn in the eye. She takes a deep breath and in a calm steady voice says "I'm going to do a perimeter check." She returns to where she was sitting picks up her weapons and walks out of camp. As she passes the new fighter, she says "Get some sleep I'll take first watch. Wake you in 4 hrs."  She walks  east 40 ft  and the walks the perimeter  of camp in a 40 ft radius. When she completes that she return to 25 ft of camp and continues to walk the perimeter.