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<Tilman> ::There is a great deal of banging and knocking as you walk in the Hall, apparently from behind the bar...:: <Tilman> ::Otherwise, the Hall is well-lit, inviting and totally empty:: * Jaret walks in the door to the Hall, clad in fine blue breeches, a white silk shirt, a blue jacket, high boots, and his plumed hat. His rapier and main gauche sit comfortably in their scabbards. * Bai walks in after Jaret looking tired and bruised. * Bai goes to the bar, leans his staff against the wall, and plops down on a stool. <Tilman> ::The noises continue from behind the bar, and mumbling can be faintly heard over the ruckus:: * Jaret leans over the bar and faintly coughs to try to draw the attention of the source of the cacophony. * Aleksandr pokes his head through the door tentatively <Tilman> ::As Jaret leans over the bar, he sees a pair of short, stocky legs sticking out from underneath the taps:: * S’ayad’i stops just inside the door of the Meade Hall and looks around searchingly. A look of longing and worry slowly fades from her face, to be replaced with contentment and homecoming. <Tilman> ::Around the legs are various pliers, clamps and wrenches:: <Bai> Moon Dancer? <S’ayad’i> Oh... It hasn't changed at *all*... * Jaret raises his eyebrows at the sight and speaks up. <Tilman> ::from underneath the bar:: He's not here! Out on errands... <Jaret> Pardon me, sir, but is the Hall open for patrons? * S’ayad’i sighs happily, then moves over to the bar and takes a seat. <Bai> Hello S'ayad'i. How have the years been to you? * Jaret doffs his hat and does a sweeping bow as he noticed S'ayad'i <Jaret> Lady! Such a sight after some time! <Tilman> ::a head pokes out from under the taps, and a middle- to late-aged dwarf stands up:: Oh! Sorry. Yeah, we're open, we might just have a problem or two... * Felis has not yet entered.... <Aleksandr> Dobrii vyecher. <S’ayad’i> M'lord Jaret! *You* haven't changed very much, either! * Aleksandr slips inside, looking around. <Jaret> ::grins merrily:: Why, thank you. It's nice to be well remembered. <Tilman> ::to Jaret:: Can I get you something? <Jaret> ::smiles broadly:: A glass of Arabellan Red was always welcome before, I see no reason why it should not be as much of a delight now as it was then. * S’ayad’i is wearing a green silk robe that nicely accents her sea-green eyes, and is wearing a silver headband set with a green gem. Her travelling dulcimer is tucked under one arm, as usual, and Eldarin is belted firmly at her side. <Tilman> ::Tilman's face loses a little color:: Arabellan... hmm. Okay, well we'll see about that now, won't we? * Aleksandr cocks an eyebrow at Tilman. * Tilman begins to look around the bar, almost lost. * S’ayad’i turns to look at Tilman. <S’ayad’i> Having a little trouble with the bar tonight? <Aleksandr> Are you bartender for evening? <Jaret> It usually comes in a bottle of deep green, somewhere back . . . ::waves his hand in the general area of 'behind the bar':: <Tilman> ::to S'ay:: Trouble? Not so much trouble as it is more of a lack of a decent preventative maintenance program. But yes, you could say that. * S’ayad’i looks amused. <Tilman> ::to Alek:: And, yes. As much as I can... <S’ayad’i> What, pray tell, needs preventing? <Tilman> ::to Jaret:: Somewhere *in* back, or on the back wall? ::looks at the wall, inspecting the bottles of liquor:: <Jaret> On the back wall, I believe. Possibly on a rack in the kitchen. In the cellar perhaps? Hmmmm.... <Tilman> ::to S'ay:: What needs preventing? Milady... have you ever owned a cart? <Aleksandr> Glass of myed, then? Meade? <Bai> Ask one of the glasses. <S’ayad’i> Third shelf. Fourth row. Third from the left. Unless, of course, it's been moved. <Tilman> ::to Alek:: In a moment... <S’ayad’i> A cart? Certainly. <Aleksandr> No, I misspeak. Mug of myed. Spasibo. * Kendal slips quietly to the bar, trying to avoid notice. Hopping quickly onto the barstool, he attempts to get the bartender's attention <Tilman> ::looks at S'ay, a little taken aback:: Okay... <Tilman> ::looks at the back wall, counting bottles until he grabs a green one:: We'll try this one... <Tilman> ::pours a glass of green liquid, and hands it to Jaret:: Here you are. Good luck. * Jaret delicately raises an eyebrow a quarter inch. <Tilman> ::to Alek, as he fills a mug:: And for you... <S’ayad’i> ::ponderingly:: Or was that third from the *right*? <Bai> Maybe we should try for something simpler...Like water? * Jaret cautiously sniffs the bouquet of the liquid <Tilman> ::to Bai:: In a mug, glass or tankard? * Jaret takes a small sip and blinks <Bai> Mug please. <Jaret> Well that's . . . different. * Aleksandr takes mug. <S’ayad’i> Something wrong, Jaret? Did I lead our good 'tender astray? <Tilman> ::to S'ay, as he fills a mug with water:: Well, if you've owned a cart, what happens to the wheels if you leave it out in the rain all the time? <Aleksandr> Spasibo. Thank you. <Tilman> ::looks at Jaret:: Is that Arabellan Red? ::looks at the glass, and considers what he just said::: <Tilman> ::to Alek:: No problem... <Jaret> ::shakes his head slightly: No doubt that the bottles and such have been re-arranged multiple times in your absence. You can hardly be blamed for even such a minor confusion. <S’ayad’i> Ah, well... It depends what they're made of, I suppose. Rot, if they're wood. Rust if they're metal... ::catches on:: The pipes are rusting? <Tilman> ::to S'ay:: Not rusted, but the idea's the same. They need work after so long being unattended. A lot of this place does... * Aleksandr takes a sip, makes a face, and then shrugs. <Aleksandr> Is not quite myed, but will suffice. <Jaret> ::sets the glass down:: It's was just unexpected. In different circumstances, it would be quite pleasant. <Tilman> ::to Jaret:: Well, let me try something else... * Bai whispers to Jaret * Tilman turns back to the bottles, and begins to pick up the red ones, one at a time, opening them and sniffing the contents. * Tilman finally settles on a tall, thin bottle with an ornate stopper, which he hands to Jaret:: "Try this one?" * Felis enters. He is an imposing figure, a well built man with golden blond hair tied back with a purple ribbon. He is dressed in a rather fastidious manner, his clothing stylish and ornate, yet well worn. He wears an axe on his back and at his waist is the purple sash with a rampant dragon, the sign of office for the Captain of the Purple Dragons. As he enters, his piercing grey eyes survey the room before resting on S'ay, he smiles. <Jaret> I had a friend who was a captain in the navy back home, and he spoke often of how they would get many a new recruit after they had been partaking of exotic rum delicacies. This reminds me of that, somewhat. <Tilman> ::looks at Jaret, and smiles:: Well, I guess you figured me out... * Bai shakes head <Jaret> Really? You were a sailor? <Tilman> ::looks at Kendal:: Sorry! Can I get you anything? * S’ayad’i brightens even more, if possible, and goes to meet Felis. * Bai sips his water * Jaret tries this glass <Kendal> ::bowing:: No bother, you were busy. Whatever's local, very dark, and very strong. <Tilman> ::to Jaret:: No, but I could use the extra hands, drunk or not. Fire and ashes, the way this place is piped, drunk might help! * S’ayad’i turns to Tilman and laughs <S’ayad’i> Drunk isn't much help, but a good memory is... <Jaret> ::sighs:: Now that was what the gods intended when they created wine. <Bai> ::To Kendal:: You might want to watch yourself, requesting very strong drink in this place my friend. <Tilman> ::to Felis:: Evening, Captain! Is there a problem? <Tilman> ::to Bai:: Requesting strong drinks? Why's that? <Felis> ::To S'ay:: I see that your travels brought you back safe to the Hall. * Felis He Walks further in, waving to the barkeep to show him that noting is amiss. <Bai> Ever served someone a mug of Mule Kick? <Felis> I'm just here for the friendly atmosphere my friend. <Jaret> ::springs to his feet as he sees Felis:: Master Strongarm! ::rushes over and embraces him happily:: It's been some time! I see you've fared well! <Tilman> ::looks blankly at Bai:: Mule Kick? I'm afraid not... <S’ayad’i> ::laughing:: Of course! What could keep me from Marsember? ::she hugs Felis:: * Felis he walks further in, noting the other patrons, and nodding to jaret, bai and Alek.. <Jaret> [squish] <Tilman> ::to Felis, a little surprised at everyone's camaraderie with the Captain:: If I can get you anything...? <Bai> Don't. ::Turns to the reunion:: How are things in our fair city Felis? <Kendal> ::looks nervously at Bai:: Thanks, friend, for the warning. ::To Tilman, indicating Bai:: Whatever that gentleman is drinking, then. * Felis smiles as he hugs both Jaret and S'ay <Felis> ::To the Tilman:: Well, if i hear that you are serving Mulekick, we might be at odds. Not may patrons can handle such things... <Tilman> ::fills a mug with a dark meade, and hands it to Kendal:: Here you are. On the house - Master Moon Dancer says a new patron's first drink is on the house... <Tilman> ::to Bai, looking sidelong at Felis:: What is this Mule Kick you keep mentioning? <S’ayad’i> Really? Does it count if the new patron used to be a bartender? ::laughs:: * Bai shakes his head. "Ask Moon Dancer sometime, if you're feeling courageous. <Felis> ::To Jaret, as he stands with an arm around S'ay looking down at her:: So how have you been Jaret? <Tilman> ::to S'ay, a little surprised:: You were a bartender? <Felis> One of the best in the realms... <Tilman> ::smiling:: Really? In which city? <S’ayad’i> Oh, yes! ::laughs at Felis:: You're biased. <Kendal> ::bows again:: My compliments to Master Moon Dancer, may he stand tall. <Jaret> ::laughs lightly:: I can't complain. Life is always a constant adventure! And now, with so many old friends returning, I'm overwhelmed with joy. <Bai> Only problem was, if she was serving drinks we couldn't hear her beautiful voice. <S’ayad’i> ::to Tilman:: Here, of course! <Tilman> ::to Kendal:: Aye, he does. And I'll be sure to pass the complement along... <Felis> And how long have you been working here, gentle Tilman? * Jaret goes back to his seat before his goblet wanders off <S’ayad’i> ::bows toward Bai for the compliment:: <Tilman> ::to S'ay, a little confused:: Here? Ah, that must've been before Master 'Dancer took ownership of the Hall... <Tilman> ::to Felis:: Me, Captain? I've only been bartending here once or twice, but I've been working here for a couple of months. <S’ayad’i> Well, yes. Though I've met 'Dancer a few times, when he first came here. Owner, now, is he? And here I thought I'd heard all the news... <S’ayad’i> ::to Felis:: And how have you been the last few months, love? <Tilman> ::to S'ay:: Aye, owner, though at times I'm not sure why as bad of shape as the place is in. Seems to be something sentimental, though... <Bai> S'ayad'i, Felis, have either of you seen Lini'leah? * Aleksandr smiles. <Aleksandr> Has always been sentimental place. <Felis> Counting the days till your return. Actually it's been quite busy because of clashes between the Harpers and the guilds... <Bai> ::chuckle:: A lot has happened to a lot of people inside these walls. <S’ayad’i> I'm only just back in Marsember today, Bai, and I didn't see her on any of my travels. I just stopped off at the Den to bathe and change clothes. <S’ayad’i> Clashes? <Tilman> ::to Alek:: Really? You couldn't have told me so six months ago. I thought the place was going to be condemned... <S’ayad’i> Things were pretty peaceful when I left. What's happened? * Aleksandr shrugs. * Felis frowns... "Well, I guess it kinda cropped up on the edges of the swamp, hard to say what started it... <Aleksandr> This place survives everything. <Bai> ::snorts on his water:: <S’ayad’i> ::to Til:: Condemned? The Hall? Don't be silly! A little bit of maintenance magic, and it'll be good as new! * Felis hugs S'ay tighter, "I'm headed to the bar, need anything?" <Bai> Wonder if the old spells still work? * Felis looks at the blades above the fireplace and nods... <S’ayad’i> Oh, an ale would be lovely, if one can be found. <Tilman> ::to S'ay, incredulously:: Maintenance magic? Don't put much faith in that, I don't... <Felis> Magic or maintenance? <Bai> ::chuckle:: This place wouldn't be standing without it. * Aleksandr chuckles. "Both." <Tilman> ::to Felis:: Magic. Without maintenance, I'd be out of a job... <S’ayad’i> What job is that? * Kendal pricks up his ears at the mention of magic, shudders a little, but still listens intently. <Tilman> ::looks at Alek, with a grin on the corner of his mouth:: * Felis saunters over to the bar, watching the small man at the bar as he approaches.... * Bai shrugs, "Guess the old spells don't work after all." <Tilman> ::looks at Felis as he walks towards the bar:: Captain? <Tilman> ::to S'ay:: Master Moon Dancer hired me to help fix the place up. Said he could take care of most of the magical things, but still needed someone to take care of the maintenance problems around here... <Felis> ::Looking at Tilman:: Tilman... Why does that name seem familiar? Do you mind if I ask you where you dwell, or how long you've been in the city? i wonder if we have crossed paths. And please, call me Felis. * Jaret sips some more of his wine <Tilman> ::to Felis:: Aye, Cap.. Felis. ::seems uncomfortable with the name:: I've been in Marsember for almost two years. I have a workshop in the western end of the city... * S’ayad’i gives a short hop and winds up floating about three feet off the floor, sitting cross-legged with her dulcimer balanced in her lap. She floats slowly toward the bar, idly plucking the dulcimer's strings. * Bai blinks, "I didn't think that was one of your tricks?" * S’ayad’i looks up suddenly at the "magic-phobes" in the room, then quickly puts her feet back on the ground, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry... Just a habit..." * Kendal gives a visible start, and looks pensively, yet appreciatively at S’ayad’i <Felis> ::To Tilman:: Western end eh? Close to the overgrown tower of Erdian's? <S’ayad’i> [Yeah, that was a S'ay standard, Bai] <Tilman> ::looks at S'ay, suspiciously:: Milady, can I get you something, or should I get _me_ something instead? ::he adds a sly grin with the last statement:: <Bai> [Give the man a break, he's been plane hopping over five years] * Felis smiles as he hears the plucking begin, he he continues to face Tilman... <S’ayad’i> ::quietly, to Felis:: You're making the poor man nervous, dear. Just ask him for our drinks. <Jaret> [and here i thought he was dead!] * S’ayad’i perches on a barstool and resumes tuning the dulcimer. <Tilman> ::looks at Felis, a little confused:: Tower? I don't think so, Cap... Felis. <Jaret> [referring to erdian, o'course, not bai] <Bai> [I was referring to Bai] <Aleksandr> [Erdian was killed during Havoc. However, his tower has never quite fallen, and occasionally people think it might still be occupied.] <Felis> ::Continues to look at Tilman:: Hmm, perhaps not so far out then, as the tower isn't that close... ::He turns away, as if to ask S'ay what she wants, but then slowly turns back. You don't perhaps work late at night, making a bit of a racket do ya? <Tilman> [Cue spooky musical chord] <Aleksandr> [But Erdian is very much dead. Well, as dead as anyone with that much energy can be ;-) ] <Tilman> ::gets a little red, and looks down at his feet:: Me? Perhaps once or twice. <Bai> [Damn, the Star Wars theme just doesn't fit the mood] <Felis> Hmmm.... <Tilman> ::to Felis, still avoiding his eyes:: Maybe three or four times. <Felis> I seem to recall some mention of banging and sawing late at night. i assume you know what that means... * S’ayad’i raises one eyebrow in Felis' direction. <Tilman> ::to the ceiling:: What banging and sawing means? Well, I'd assume that'd mean that someone has a very busy schedule, and can't fit all their work into the daylight hours... <Felis> ::He smiles:: It means that you must do excellent work if the fine people of Marsember give you enough work to keep you busy throughout the long night. <Tilman> ::smiles at the Captain:: Why thank you, Captain Strong... Felis. Thank you, Felis. <Bai> So Tilman, what are your rates? * Tilman seems much more comfortable, and looks at the patrons with a visible weight clearly removed. <Tilman> ::to Bai:: Depends on the job. <S’ayad’i> Oh, for goodness'sake, if you're not going to order me a drink, Felis... ::to Til:: If you can locate the tap, sir, I'd like an ale. <Bai> Rebuilding the city? <Felis> ::He smiles:: How about a drink for S'ay and I? Perhaps with something to wet her throat she might treat us to some song.... <Tilman> ::to S'ay:: If you'll give me a moment... * Aleksandr perks up. "Music is korosho. Er. Good." <Tilman> ::to Bai, as he examines the taps:: The city? More than they have in the armory, and longer than any of us will live! I'm good, but I'm not that good... * Felis wonders if the hall is still shifted on it's side.... <Jaret> [you betcha] <Bai> ::To himself:: It was worth asking. <Tilman> ::puts a mug under the tap, and pulls it:: Here you are, milady. ::the mug fills with rich, creamy marshmallow:: <Tilman> ::looks at the mug:: Hmm. Dear. Oh, dear. * Tilman sets the mug on the bar and gets another mug. * Jaret curiously watches the marshmallow mug to see what glass does with *that much* sugar in it <Felis> ::Smiles:: "So Barkeep, do you have any of that "Mist of the Peaks" * S’ayad’i wonders if she can cast an illusion that will lead Til to the correct tap, but decides it would only confuse the issue, and given her (lack of) success with Jaret's wine, probably would end up pointing out the Mule Kick <Tilman> Let's try this again. ::grabs another tap, and pulls it. It starts to fill with ale:: <Tilman> ::looks at Felis while still pouring:: Mist? Aye, one moment, Felis. * Tilman hands S'ay a mug of ale, with a head of marshmallow:: * Bai sips his water. <Tilman> ::gets another mug, and looks sidelong at S'ayad'i's mug:: Oh, no. * S’ayad’i takes the mug. <S’ayad’i> I'll make do. <Felis> [wow, i'm looking at a note written on the pack of the often imitated, but never replicated, "Computing Support Problem log" sheets.... <Jaret> [oh, COOL!!] <Bai> [This is sad guys. :)] <Tilman> ::puts the third mug under another tap, and pulls on it. The mug half fills with Mist of the Peaks, but then the tap starts spitting out marshmallow in large, messy glops:: <Aleksandr> [Hey, I still have some of those.....] <Kendal> [even better, Braz, I came across the TEAMATE manual the other day...] * S’ayad’i carefully removes the marshmallow foam from the ale with a spoon. * Felis frowns and steps a few feet back from the tap.... <Tilman> [Holy shit. Really?] <S’ayad’i> [Um... Til isn't a tinker gnome, is he?] <Tilman> ::to the taps:: So, that's how you're going to be, is it? <Felis> [I have that at the office with my other resource materials.. :) ] <Aleksandr> [(But who has one that's typed up, and not computer printed?)] <Kendal> [yep. can't remember if I kept it after that, though...] <Tilman> [Nah, he's a dwarf, but is often mistaken for a tinker...] * Bai sips his water. <Tilman> ::picks up a wrench from the floor, and raises it high above his head, then brings it down on the taps with a loud, authoritative *THONK*:: * Felis steps back toward the bar cautiously.... <Felis> Well, that was a maintenance approach... <Jaret> [the bar runs on 70s tech?!] <Tilman> ::sets the wrench on the bar, and looks at the taps suspiciously:: * Kendal leaps out of his stool, miraculously not spilling his drink. <Tilman> ::to Felis:: Excuse me? <Jaret> ::speaks up:: Tilman, I'd be careful. Some of the offerings from those taps can be a trifle . . . capricious. * S’ayad’i scoots away from the bar a little and starts to play her dulcimer softly. * Felis looks over at S'ay, brushing the hair from her eyes as she begins to warm up. He smiles.... <Tilman> ::to Jaret, pointing at a leather work apron, covered in ketchup and horseradish, hanging over the back of a chair in the corner of the room:: Believe me, I know... <Tilman> ::picks up the wrench again, weighing it in his hands:: * Felis grins * Bai glances at apron, "It's your funeral." * Kendal finds a chair at a table near S'ay, listening attentively. <Jaret> Good sir, I'm not referring to the condiments, as overripe as they might be. I meant some of the liquors have unusual and fantastic properties. <Felis> ::Felis walks over to Jaret, leaving his drink on the bar, "So how have things been going for you?" <Tilman> ::to Jaret:: Would one of them be this Mule Kick that several of you have mentioned? I'm still looking for that... * S’ayad’i starts with something slow and heartachingly sad, but soon the song morphs into a popular, if slightly old, ballad. She is starting to hum a little under her breath. <Jaret> Quite well! I train some of the sons of the city families in the fine art of fencing. Tragically, by the time I get to start training them, they're already set in their styles, and forever limited. * Tilman stops eyeing the taps for a moment as S'ay starts to play. * Bai becomes a little downcast as S'ayad'i begins to play. <Jaret> ::to Tilman:: Yes sir, that would be one of the especially unusual fares that this glorious establishment has to offer. * Aleksandr listens intently, absently finishing his mug in the process... <Felis> Better to get an apple from the tree, eh Jaret? <Tilman> ::to Jaret:: Okay. What is it? <Tilman> ::grabs a small metal flask from under the bar, and opens it:: <S’ayad’i> ::as the ballad finishes, S'ay becomes aware of her audience. She looks around, smiling.:: Any requests? <Jaret> ::to Felis:: Truly! I started when I was four, and I can only dare to dream of the skills I might possess had I only begun earlier! ::To Tilman:: It's a liquor, not exactly from this area that can, well, ignite. <Tilman> ::to Jaret, as he gently places the flask on the bar:: Flammable? And you drink it? * Bai suddenly becomes VERY cautious, "Tilman, why don't you close that flask and put it down on the bar, VERY gently." <Jaret> Me? Never. And it's more than flammable. During a border skirmish with some bandits in the Thunder Peaks, it was considered a munition and the city tried to seize it as contraband. <Tilman> ::gets a rag from out of his back pocket, and pours a miniscule amount of liquid from the flask as he looks at Bai:: Close the flask? Why? * S’ayad’i turns around to see what Bai is looking nervous about, and almost instantaneously flies across the room. <Tilman> ::to Jaret:: And people drink it? <Bai> Just do. ::VERY, VERY NERVOUS:: <Jaret> ::sniffs suddenly towards the open flask:: Tilman, actually, I think you should be very, very careful right now.... * Felis walks slowly over to a deserted table near S'ay, choosing a chair where his back is to the wall, he sits. He then takes out a small, rectangular piece of wood and places it on the table next to him. He does not seem overly concerned about Tilman and the pitcher.... * Kendal looks slightly downcast and S'ay's departure, to absorbed to note the goings on at the bar. <Tilman> ::turns his eyes to look at S'ay, very deliberately not moving the flask. Looks at Bai, and then at Jaret:: Why are the two of you getting so nervous? <S’ayad’i> It's meant for the very strong, Til... I mean, unless you've ever won a dwarven drinking competition, I wouldn't even consider drinking that... <Felis> And even then... <Jaret> That flask, good sir, is producing the pungent and eye-watering vapours that I have come to associate with Mulekick. <Bai> It gets the mugs drunk. <Tilman> ::slowly puts the top back on the flask, and takes the rag he's wetted and starts rubbing it on a pipe underneath the bar:: * Jaret prays softly * Aleksandr walks to the bar and sets the mug down. <Tilman> ::Looks at Jaret, then at the flask:: This stuff? Mule Kick? Surely you must be mistaken... <Bai> I hope so. <Aleksandr> Dosvidanye, have pressing engagement. <S’ayad’i> Farewell! <Aleksandr> :: to S'ayad'i :: Would like to hear more song sometime. <Bai> Get while the gets good. <Tilman> ::to Alek:: Good evening to you then, sir! <Jaret> ::blinks:: I must have been. My heartfelt apologies, sir barkeep, for doubting you. <Felis> Good night Aleks... <S’ayad’i> I'll be here. ::smiling:: <Jaret> ::waves a farewell to Aleksandr:: * Aleksandr heads for the door, disappearing into the night before it finishes closing... * Bai blinks a moment, "Wait. Last I was in here Moon Dancer said he'd been using the stuff to clean the silver." * S’ayad’i looks at Bai, then back at Til rubbing the 'Kick on the pipes... <S’ayad’i> Oh... Dear... <Tilman> ::looks at Bai, then at the flask:: Cleaning the silver? With Mule Kick? ::pauses a moment:: And you drink this stuff? <Bai> S'ayad'i, do you remember any of the maintenance spells. I think Moon Dancer might have forgotten them again. * Tilman shakes his head, and mutters something about magic... <Jaret> *I* don't. As far as I know Bai doesn't. The former proprietor, however, enjoyed it immensely. * Felis takes out a old, but sharp knife, and begins carving, the cherry wood parting before the small blade. <Bai> ::To Tilman:: Trust me, I had a VERY good reason at the time. <S’ayad’i> ::pausing to think:: Not off the top of my head, but I probably have them written down in my packs somewhere. <Jaret> ::looks down at the under-bar activity:: Begging your pardon, but why are you polishing the pipes anyway, while you're attempting to fix them of a malady? <Tilman> ::looks underneath the bar, and pulls up his rag, coated with small pieces of copper piping, then picks up his wrench:: * Bai puts his head in his hands and sighs. <Tilman> ::to Jaret:: Polishing? ::chuckles:: I wish. I'm breaking the weld on this tap's pipe joints. * S’ayad’i shakes her head, then (still on the *far* side of the room from the bar) starts once again to play her dulcimer quietly. <Tilman> If you folks would excuse me...? <Jaret> ::realization hits:: Oh. I think I may have been correct in my first hypothesis... <Jaret> ::looks at his half-glass of Arabellan Red:: Of course. * Bai silently says a prayer for the barkeeper and decides the better part of valor is to join S'ay. <Tilman> ::to Jaret, as he crawls underneath the bar:: Your first hypothesis? <Jaret> ::indicates the flask:: That might just be Mulekick after all. It was somewhat corrosive. * Tilman starts to make loud clanging noises, followed by some wrenching, metallic tearing noises and distinct squeaking noises. <Tilman> ::to Jaret:: Mule Kick? I doubt it. I found this stuff last week in the back room of the kitchen. I spilled some of it, and it ate a hole through part of the wood stove. <Bai> Know any good dirges S'ayad'i? <S’ayad’i> ::Somehow, S'ayad'i works the noises of Tilman's maintenance into a strange-sounding song, but breaks off after a minute, laughing:: <Tilman> [LOL] <Tilman> [Meade Hall meets Bring in da Noise, Bring in da Funk] <Jaret> ::shrugs his shoulders:: As far as I can tell, it could be Mulekick. The only way to decide is to drink it. Either way, it could be unfortunate for the imbiber. * Felis smiles, the carving seems to be taking shape into some kind of beetle.... * S’ayad’i looks somber for a moment, then turns to Bai. <S’ayad’i> Dirges are never really good, Bai. <Jaret> [it's a VW?] <Tilman> ::sticks his head up from under the bar:: You want me to drink this?!? After it ate through the stove? <Bai> I disagree. There are those who's lives would best be ended in glory on the battlefield, and for them, I think a dirge is a suitable remembrance. <Jaret> Sir! I would never suggest that anyone drink mulekick! All I'm saying is that's the only way I can think of to tell whether it's mulekick. Actually, Moon Dancer might know. If you have a quill, some ink, and some parchment, I'll compose a missive to leave here for him to respond to. <Tilman> ::looks at S'ay, blushing:: I'm sorry, milady. Were you trying to start a song over my ruckus? I can stop for now, if you can live without the... ::pauses for a moment, and looks under the bar:: Without the meade, ale, and Mist... <S’ayad’i> ::to Bai:: Then you are thinking of a wake, or a memorial. Dirges are for mourning. <Tilman> ::to Jaret:: Aye, a moment... <S’ayad’i> ::to Til:: As you wish. I was trying to decide what I might play that would suit the mood of the moment, but I couldn't really think of anything... <Kendal> ::quietly, to S'ay:: An overture, perhaps, signaling the start of adventure... <Tilman> ::reaches into the pouch at his side, pulls out a sheet of parchment, and then pulls a round cylinder of wood from out of his cap. He pulls the piece of wood in half, revealing a metallic nib on the end of the wooden stick. He hands both to Jaret:: Here you are, sir... * Bai shrugs, "The best memorials for warriors I know of where written by dwarves, and until this day I had always heard bards call them dirges." <Jaret> ::to S'ay:: A song of reunion, joy, merriment and fellowship? That would truly reflect my mood on seeing all of you this day. Little did I know when Bai arrived at my demesne days ago that I would be seeing so many of you, my good friends, so soon from then! <S’ayad’i> ::smiles at Bai:: Perhaps. I don't really have a good grasp of dwarven music; it's just not written for any of the instruments I play. * Felis looks to see if bai still carries Buurlini (sp?) <Bai> ::To Jaret:: Well met. I agree, let us enjoy our reunion while the sorrows of discord are not yet among us. <Jaret> ::to Tilman:: Many thanks good barkeep! Do you also have a pot of ink tucked away in those cunning pouches? <S’ayad’i> ::bows to Kendal and Jaret:: Thank you, gentlemen, for the suggestions. Perhaps I can do something with them... <Bai> [Nope, Bai moved on to a staff a while ago] <Tilman> ::to Jaret, with a wry grin:: Just try the nib without the ink, sir. <Bai> [Oh, Felis would notice that Bai's taken to wearing a sword around. Peace bonded of course.] <Felis> [Of course... :) ] <Jaret> ::starts dubiously writing, then as the ink appears, composing with greater enthusiasm and energy:: * S’ayad’i plays a few chords, then shrugs and pulls out a well-worn set of panpipes. She starts playing the chorus to a lively and well-known (and somewhat bawdy) barroom song. <Bai> [Just a note Jaret, not a sonnet.] <Tilman> ::smiles as Jaret starts to use the contraption:: * Felis taps his foot in time with the music... <Jaret> [He said he was going to compose a missive. This might take a bit. ;) ] * Kendal smiles at S'ay with serious approval of her choice * Tilman crosses his arms, and begins to sway side to side in somewhat clumsy rhythm. * Bai leans back in his chair and smiles slightly, contemplating getting a meade. Then glances at Tilman and the bar and decides against it. <S’ayad’i> ::The air starts to shimmer in front of her, and a bar-room scene emerges. A group of people in the scene gather and begin greeting each other like long-lost friends.:: (There's no sound, only picture, but the song seems to convey quite a bit) * Tilman begins tapping his foot, and notices a squishing sound as his foot comes down:: <Tilman> ::frowns, and descends underneath the bar for a moment, rag in hand:: <Felis> ::Turns to Bai:: So Bai, have the years since we last saw you been kind? * Jaret has filled half of the page with a flourishing cursive script, and shows no signs of slowing:: <S’ayad’i> ::The scene dissolves, and re-forms as an outdoor scene as the music slips toward a song with a marching beat.:: * Jaret is unconsciously dotting 'i's and crossing 't's in sync with the music * Tilman comes back up from the bar, and notices the magical scene in front of S'ay. He whistles a note of half-amazement, half-approval:: <S’ayad’i> ::The group of friends from the bar scene soon appear in the new scene, coming over a hill. They are clearly adventurers from their dress:: * Bai thinks for a long time, "I still have my health, but I still have my sorrows." <Tilman> ::looks at Bai, eyebrow cocked:: <Felis> ::Frowns:: "I'm sorry. How did things ever work out separating Yb from the wand?" <Bai> ::To Tilman:: You'll find out if you work here long enough. <Tilman> ::eyes widen at the mention of Yb:: <Bai> ::To Felis:: I wouldn't try it for all the world. <Tilman> ::to Bai:: What do you mean by that? <Bai> ::To Tilman:: You'll see. <Felis> [Whoops, Felis' statement seems a little direct when I read it....] <Bai> [That's all right. :) ] * Kendal is lost for a moment at the scene S'ay has woven, then gives a sudden start and eyes his mug suspiciously <Tilman> ::glances at Kendal as he jostles himself:: You okay down there? * Jaret fills the first side of the page, and flips the paper over after testing to make sure the ink is mostly dry * Felis wonders if Tilman has corrected the problem with the lumpy drinks... * S’ayad’i has shifted back to the dulcimer and begun singing. The song seems to chronicle the adventures of a band of friends, and her illusion does a fair job of displaying them as she sings.:: <Bai> [And in volume five, chapter seven, paragraph thirty four Jaret finally gets around to asking the question.] <Kendal> ::muttered, half to Tilman:: I think I did not truly head your companions warning at strong drink... <Tilman> ::smiles:: Aye, Master Moon Dancer does stock some strong spirits. Could I offer you a room for the evening? * Bai sips his water. * Jaret has filled the top half of the second side, and is still grinning as he writes <S’ayad’i> ::Some of the adventures S'ay is singing about sound familiar, and if you look closely, one or two of the adventurers in her illusion look familiar to some of the "Old Guard" patrons...:: * Bai starts to pay more attention to both the illusion and the song. This may be a story he hasn't heard before. <Kendal> ::ponders, more to himself that to Tilman:: yes... yes, I think I might stay for a time... * Felis continues to carve the beetle, the deep color of the cherry wood make it seem as if the beetle's shell is opalescent as if from the desert areas of the realms... * Jaret finishes up the letter, signs the bottom with many flourishes and passes Tilman his pen back <Jaret> Thank you! <Jaret> ::notices some dark splotches on the fingers of his right hand:: Oh, dear. ::stands up:: I'll be back in moments. ::leaves the Hall:: * Bai sips his water. * Felis looks thirsty. <Tilman> ::to Kendal:: Feel free to stay here for the evening. We have a room or two upstairs, and Master Dancer is flexible about the rates... <S’ayad’i> ::Eventually, S'ay brings the song to a halt, the friends back in the bar (which, come to think of it, looks suspiciously like the Meade hall):: * Felis smiles at Tilman's master dancer comment, but he doesn't say anything... <Tilman> ::watches Jaret leave, and looks at his leaking pen:: Hmm. That's not right... <S’ayad’i> [S'ay's only had about two sips of her ale, Felis. You can have the rest] ;) <Tilman> ::pulls down a pair of spectacles from on top of his head, and looks at the pen:: * Bai decides he's had his fill for the evening and sets his mug on the floor so it can waddle back to the kitchen. <Felis> [Felis just keeps looking at the mist with the chunks of marshmallow floating about.] <Tilman> ::looks over the top of his glasses as the mug starts its trek across the floor, and notices Felis eyeing the Mist:: <Bai> [Remember the Mist and Jello?] <Tilman> ::to Felis:: Would you like me to see if we have any Mist in the back, Felis? <Jaret> [uh huh] * Felis Felis finishes the Hurrum beetle and sets it on the table as he stands and approaches the bar. ""That would be most wonderful barkeep. * S’ayad’i stands up and stretches luxuriously, yawning. <Tilman> ::takes off his glasses, and puts both them and the pen on the bar:: Be right back, then... <Felis> Nothing like a long day or travel, eh love? <S’ayad’i> Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I was on the road at daybreak this morning so I'd be here in time... <Tilman> ::walks into the back room, whistling quietly as he goes:: <S’ayad’i> Wonderful as it has been to see this place and all of you... I think I must retire for the evening. <Bai> ::chuckles:: Off to bed with you then. We wouldn't want that voice croaking for lack of sleep. ::smiles:: * Kendal eyes the mug on the floor, then the one in his hand, then sets his own, somewhat hastily, on the table. <Jaret> ::returns from washing his hands at the well a couple blocks down and settles himself back down at the bar:: <Felis> Hmmm, Too bad the hall doesn't have some kind of glass for people on the go.... <Tilman> ::Kendal's mug waddles about a foot from him, and then turns to "look" back at him:: <Bai> [Don't make suggestions like that!] <S’ayad’i> ::to Til:: Sir, if you would be so kind, would you tell Moon Dancer. that I'm back in town? A bard must have a proper station, after all. ::grins and winks:: <Tilman> ::Tilman returns with a small oak keg under his arm:: Captain Strongarm, I believe this is what you're looking for. ::Sets the cask next to Felis, and bows with a bit of prideful flourish:: * Felis stands, placing the beetle into his pocket. <Jaret> ::polishes off his glass of Arabellan Red, sets the goblet down on the bar, where it stays:: <Kendal> ::pushes his chair back somewhat more suddenly than he intended:: Yes, Master Tilman, I think I'd like to see about that room. And in the morning perhaps I could speak with Master Dancer about... rates... <Tilman> ::looks at S'ay:: Indeed, but I'm afraid I didn't quite get introduced... <Tilman> ::to Kendal:: Of course. ::points left at the stairs:: Head on up, and pick a room that's not locked. I'll be behind in a moment ... and we can discuss rates, since Master Moon Dancer won't be in for several more days. <Felis> Where is Moon Dancer., not off looking for adventure... <Jaret> ::looks over at Bai:: And what are your plans for the evening? <S’ayad’i> Oh! I'm sorry. I am S'ayad'i, Master Bard! ::with a bit of a flourish:: <Tilman> ::to Felis:: He didn't say, to be honest. But, it's not unusual for him to disappear for several days here recently... <Felis> [Master Bard on one side, Master Dancer on the other side of the bar....] <Tilman> ::to S'ay, bowing:: A pleasure, milady. I was pretty sure about the Master Bard part, but S'ayad'i is quite a pleasant name! <S’ayad’i> [Hey, don't try to give me any of that song-and-dance...] <Kendal> ::nods to Tilman:: Of course. Good evening, sirs, madam ::Walks the long way around the room, putting several tables between himself and the wandering mugs. <Felis> [Oh boy...] <Bai> ::To Jaret:: To bed. Trying to find Lini'leah is hard enough without getting trounced regularly by you. <Bai> ::smiles:: <Tilman> ::to S'ay, once he looks up:: My name's Tilman Tilmarik. I don't know if you'd call me a Master Craftsman, but I do a bit of repairs here and there. <S’ayad’i> ::to Felis:: Are you ready to go? I left my packs at the stable - the guard remembered me and promised to keep an eye on it for me. <Jaret> ::scoffingly:: Bai, you more than hold your own. You have a gift! <S’ayad’i> ::to Til:: Well met, then, Master Tilmarik! <Felis> Oh course, ::he gathers up the shavings:: <Bai> ::smiles:: Perhaps, but you have far more experience. <Tilman> ::picks his pen up from the bar, and jots a quick note on a scrap of parchment:: Well met, milady! Here's hoping I'll meet you again! ::makes a saluting motion in S'ay's direction:: <Jaret> ::gesturing:: Come, we'll have a true test of skills! We'll wander through the darkest streets of Marsember and see if we can get accosted by some ruffians up to no good! <Felis> Good night all, Till tomorrow Barkeep Tilmarik. <Tilman> ::looks at Jaret, eyebrow raised:: <Tilman> ::to Felis:: Good evening, Captain Strongarm. Well met, and well kept! * Bai thinks for a moment. "I like this idea. To the Pleasure Island perhaps?" <Felis> ::Opens his mouth to comment to Jaret, but then closes it...:: <S’ayad’i> ::slides an arm around Felis:: Come, love - leave the boys to their play. I've not seen you for months! And you have to fill me in on the news. <Tilman> ::watches as folks start to work their way out of the Hall, and looks down at the puddle on the floor:: <Felis> [Not the warrens...] <Jaret> ::gleefully:: Of course! The alley behind the Purple Scarves is notorious for the loiterers! And the House of the Seven Tigers! Come, it will be wonderful! ::heads for the door:: <Bai> [I was just thinking of places full of ruffians up to no good.] <Felis> Well my dear, there is always news in Marsember.... <Tilman> [News Plug! Check out the Marsember Herald! <grin>] * Bai grabs his staff, checks his katana in his sash and hurries to catch up with Jaret. * Kendal pauses at the stairs to survey the room carefully, then disappears up the steps <S’ayad’i> ::rests her head on Felis' shoulder as they leave...:: [Aww... ain't they a cute couple?] <Tilman> ::chuckles, and picks up his wrench from the bar:: <Jaret> ::waits for Bai at the door, practically buzzing with excitement as they head out the door:: <Felis> ::They exit.... * Tilman locks the door behind the patrons, then returns to the bar. He crawls underneath it, and within a few minutes, has several large pieces of copper pipe piled on the floor. He starts cursing, almost loud enough to be heard from the alley beside the Hall... |
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