Pikki ran her hand across the smooth wood of the new bar. Her cousin had left the place in shambles, maybe he would find better “use” for his talents in Silithus, where she had instructed he be deposited. She looked around, the décor was spare, but would serve until more settled. She had already resumed contact with her network, something put on hold until the prodigal son returned to take his rightful place with the clan.

The crates had been cleared, finally with the help of Jafix, the self-proclaimed Warden of Fuselight-by-the-Sea. He was quite effective at keeping the peace, and had placed himself as her…protector; hardly necessary, but it helped establish her with the townsfolk and those passing through – few stayed, which was why this place would fill her needs. Plus the attention was kinda nice.

She had built this tavern before she had joined the clan, as security if things had gone differently. Few, if any left to tell, knew of the extent of the structure. Most of the records she kept, stashes of various weapons and crafting materials, and of course an ample supply of poisons and the their components were neatly stored in one of three underground rooms, accessed through a secret door at back…her engineering had not only been used for explosives.

Her plan was to open the “Mad Grin” to Clan members, then at some point, open it to more. A meeting place / safe house initially for those in the “network” and goblins and others she had come to trust. Those few would be the only ones familiar with the true operation, and would at some point take part in the true purpose: Network HQ and a safe supply house for those in need.

The rest would be welcomed with good drink, adequate food and a clean spot for sleep under the stars and the watchful eyes of the Warden and his crew.

She polished the sign with the damp bar rag and set it in the notch above the door: Open.

((Mad Grin Pub and Grill will be opened periodically for strict IC RP driven by those who patronize the establishment – any fighting will be done off the premises. This is a goblin run town, so, not sure of the welcome of those who’s rep conflicts. Fuselight is a neutral port in the Badlands – out of the way but convenient to the Swamp and raids on various ally strongholds. I’ll run this as a fantasy type tavern. Some may not be allowed in…Price of drinks will be tips or not, the food that is available will be provided ( no menu), and we will basically follow whatever occurs, sitting and exchanging information, throwing drunkards out on their ear, listening to war stories, any minstrels out there? ..stitching up wounded, listening to braggarts, planning battle strategy, planning covert attacks, and for those of the sneaking persuasion picking up odd jobs for pay.

This is a new direction for Pikki as I love her character, but not the pvp with her. I welcome any and all suggestions and any who would like to become part of this enterprise…you will be interviewed for the job. (waitress-wench, cook, bouncer, etc) Some activity at the Pub could take place in Guild Chat to get that going. Pikki is still Grin, but more of a fringe connection – informed, active behind the scenes and a long reaching support structure for an “outlaw band” that occasionally needs a hidey hole.))

As Pansu awoke from her bed, she sulked out of bed and tried to fix breakfast. She had worked all night making plates of food for the orc soldiers in the stronghold she is currently nested in. The hours are long, and her staff doesn't notice her as a former pastry chief, but as a small food maker. As she gathered her chief hat, and stared to clean off the meat cleavers, in a early attempt to finish lunch this time for the 4 battalions stationed at the stronghold. Though the work is long and harsh, Pansu loves to cook. She enjoys making food, drinks and deserts. Her life as a chief was going well, but sadly, it could not last. She was ordered not to make pies anymore after the accident that nearly close 5 orcish soldiers their lives. Another sad tale, is when she was told to "NEVER AGAIN" make ale, as it almost crippled 2 troll archers. Though the fault alone was not her's to spare, the soldiers didn't seem to appreciate Pansu's gift for making sweets. So now, day in and day out, from sum rise to sun set Pansu is making simple plane dishes, with limited amounts of sugar. As pansu sighed to her self, she worked on making lunch. "This isn't nice anymore." She echoed in her head. "I use to love making foods for the big guys. Why don't they seem to like my foods. I know they is all big and.." Pansu stopped and lifted up her hands, in an action to look like a raptor " RAWR WE IS ALL ORC SOLDIERS! WE IS TOUGH AND NO NEEDS SWEET THINGS!" It is a sad moment for a true chief to feel neglected.

As the imports arrived, the commanding officers signed the order forms. Pansu was on break and "sneakishly" climbed on the side of the boxes as the orc soldiers carried them in. With her weight, it didn't bother them, nor did they even notice a small green girl hanging off the crate. As she swung happily as the orc soldiers worked, she noticed the mail had arrived. She smiled and swung off the box, with such grace and beauty, as she flew a full 2 cm's off the crate. She landed perfectly and ran to the mail box.

Now, Pansu has odd friends. Her best's friend out of the whole world and couldn't trade him up for anything,"NOT EVEN A LIFE TIME SUPPLY OF CUPPY CAKES". Was her friend "Babe". He's such a loyal puppy face! But, Pansu was friends with a elven woman by the name of Fibuki. Fibuki was an odd one. Pansu doesn't see her that often, or even know where she is half the time. Guess that is the perk of being a rogue. Fibuki messaged Pansu a letter. Fibuki likes to keep Pansu company, even if she can't be there to do so. The letter started of like normal, a simple chat between friends and how life is going so far. Halfway through the letter, Pansu slowed down and began to smile. The letter described of a new building Pikki gained and about her turning it into a MAD GRIN pub. The not mentioned it's need for staff members, and when Pansu's eyes crossed over the need for a chief, she smiled from ear to ear.

As she packed up her things she handed in her hat to the officer, she ran off. Her talents can be for the grin again, she kept thinking to her self. It had been ages since she last cooked meals for the grin members, with this Pub her ambitions and passion will return and the Black Tooth Grin will have their lovable pastry chief back.

(( Pikki!!!! PIKKI PIKKI PIKKI! CAN I BE A CHIEF FOR YOUR PUB! I'll even try to make you pies and cuppy cakes! I know you loves the cuppy cakes. I can also cook dinners and make drinks and I also know how to dance like it's friday night! I will be your loyal cheif!!! please pikki please!!!))

((oh jeez!...lol...come when Pikki opens for an interview, but I think Pansu probably has a job as pastry chef at the very least!))