Big party planes ! ! !

*Ravossel let's every one at the fire bit know it's Alexander's Birth day TOMORROW ! ! ! And try's her best to put a party to gether for the old poor grumpy sheriff.*

*when Ravossel brakes the news she makes sure Alexander is not around!*

*Soon after Ravossel talks with some folks, and hands out a bunch of gold. She is enchanted by Ahri with grate speed for a long length of time. Ravossel runs off to clan Iron house shape shifted as a panther for more speed.*

* Ravossel sits at the same table as Alexander, and sets aside a plate of smoked pork for Donleen. And if more folk show up then what is out that can feed them, Ravossel HAPPLY pays for more food, and ale.*

Piak would have a few beer along with them, and use the opportunity to show a few easy pickpocket tricks to Alexander's son.

Even though it was the day after his birthday and Elestriel felt terrible for missing it, she was determined to at least give him something. On the morning of his birthday she had gone around the various farms to acquire ingredients. As morning shifted into noon, she made use of the Old Skull inn kitchen and baked the cake while having a wonderful conversation with the chef. For the remainder of the day it was kept fresh in a cake box.

Due to Elestriel's plans, she could not give Alexander his gift. Instead, she did a bit of talking and found out at what time Alexander wakes up in his inn room.

"Just bout' sunrise, nae even that."

She was determined, and so she didn't sleep that night. She spent most of the night playing quiet melodies on her lute and smoking what ever wonderful plant was in her bag while sitting up on the bed. She frequently checked outside the window for the signs of a rising sun.

IT WAS TIME.

The first light began to break into the horizon and so Elestriel set out down to the kitchen and placed a neatly folded note on top of the cake box and set it outside Alexander's door and knocked.

Knock, Knock. Then she quickly sneaks off back to her own room.

If Alexander chooses to accept the gift he would find out that:

• The cake was an absolutely scrumptious sponge cake, as it seems she's baked many times before.
  
• Within the note it had a small message and a poem written in neat, clear cursive.
  

Dear Alexander, I would wish you a very happy birthday but it is a tad too late. I do apologize, but I hope you had a wonderful day. As a late gift I give you a sponge cake for both you and your son to feast upon and a poem devoted to you.

While standing tall we watch the giants crawl,
one by one they continue to fall.
The sheriff shouts his orders and to that we act,
a stern voice to our ears yet we are so crap to react.
Yet for today we will forget what danger we dodge,
and celebrate the birthday of the man with much podge.
A sip of your drink and a pat on your back is what you deserve,
for today we commemorate the man we did just serve.
Now I thank the old man as I tip my feathered hat,
all I ask of you is to enjoy the cake but try not to get fat.

Have a great day, Alexander.

From Elestriel Telethea

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As Lathander's warm light first streaked the purple coloured sky, he laid there. Exhausted, and a tad bit hungover, the man had sighed quietly, for he did not wish to disturb his partner. The man smiled, seeming at peace until. . . -the knock-. He muttered quietly, and had silently stirred in his bed. He reached over and fumbled with his pants, hastily dressing as he wandered over to the door.

"Aye what is it-..." He paused. The man (whom might be mistaken for a bear, as some like to jest) was confused for a moment, until he looked down. He raised an ever so curious brow, peering out of the room. Seeing no sign of a person, he muttered to himself and went to retrieve the gift that was left before him. He had shut the door, careful not to disturb the others that slept in his room.

Moving his way to the table, he sat in the chair. Both he and the seat had groaned, as he read the note. One of the wolf cubs, Nivellen, had awoken and gave a soft yawn. Nudging his way through the sleeping mass of which was his brothers and sisters, the cub had padded up into Alex's lap. He smiled, reading the poem as he pet his canine friend. This sparked a light laugh, as he shook his head. He set the poem aside, and flipped open the top of the cake box. One could swear his face lit up, as he licked his hungry lips. Nivellen eyed the cake, and approached with a sniff. Alexander shut the cake box. "Breakfast," he had assured the wolf, giving him a pat. He sat in the chair, smiling at something. 

And indeed did they have cake for breakfast, to the joy of Gabriel and the five wolves. Laughter was heard from the room, as they celebrated a late (but much appreciated) birthday gift.