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<Moon Dancer> ::MD walks out from the kitchen, customary towel over his arm, whistling a tune to himself...:: <Moon Dancer> ::he opens the front door, then walks over to the hearth and looks at the twin swords hanging above it:: * Bai enters the Hall and joins MD by the fire. * Lion steps into the Hall and "looks" around. <Moon Dancer> Here goes another night. ::MD turns to face Bai as he enters:: Good evening, Bai. How goes it? <Bai> Remembering 'Dancer? <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai, quietly:: You could say that. More like keeping the faith... * Lion walks over to the fire, joining the others, smiling. * Bai shrugs. About what you'd expect give that I haven't seen hide nor hair of either of my quarries. <Moon Dancer> ::MD starts to walk towards the bar, and notices the blacksmith, when he stops in his tracks:: Lion? Lion! It is you! What brings you back to the Meade Hall, our good review? <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: You haven't found Lini yet? * Lion laughs, a strong, clear sound. * Bai nods. "That feeling I know well. Come Moon Dancer pour us some drinks and with good fortune S'ayad'i will join us this evening and banish these melancholy thoughts. <Bai> Correct. <Lion> Yes, 'Dancer, it's me. ::sits in a chair by the fire and stretches his booted feet to the fire:: You know I couldn't stay away forever. * Felis enters wearing a simple white shirt and black pants. Over his shoulder is his large axe. (Peace bonded of course. :) At the black sash at his waist is the banner of his office: Captain of the guard. <Moon Dancer> ::MD smiles:: Of course! What'll you have? ::MD starts walking to the bar, a spring in his step:: * Bai walks over to the bar and leans his staff against the wall. <Felis> Good evening to you all. <Moon Dancer> <Bai> Tea please. <Moon Dancer> ::to Felis:: Our illustrious Captain! Good evening to you, Felis! <Bai> Good evening to you Felis. <Moon Dancer> ::MD gives Bai an odd look:: Tea? * S'ayad'i strolls in shortly behind Felis, dulcimer as always over one arm. <Felis> Bright night to you Moon Dancer, Bai. <S'ayad'i> Good evening to you all! <Lion> I'll give you one, matronly guess, Dancer. ::Lion laughs, again, turning in his seat toward the bar.:: <Moon Dancer> ::to S'ay:: S'ayad'i! Come to share some music, I see... * Felis turns and smiles a S'ay. "Good evening to you as well." * S'ayad'i stops short when she sees Lion. * Bai chuckles. "I had a rather unpleasant bout a few days ago and have decided that water is not the safest thing to drink in this local. * Felis looks over at Lion when he speaks... <S'ayad'i> Lion? Is that really you? * Lion grins broadly at Say's question. <Lion> It is that--in the flesh, as it were. * Felis looks to Bai, "And I though you were only allergic to Purple Scarves..." <Moon Dancer> ::MD chuckles at Bai's comment:: Really? After all your time in Marsember, you still didn't learn where to drink the water, and where to avoid it? <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Iced tea, or some sort of hot tea? * Bai shrugs. "Every man must have his weaknesses." * S'ayad'i greets Felis warmly, then moves to sit at the fire near Lion. <S'ayad'i> I haven't heard from you in, oh... years! * Grigoriy enters the Hall, his armor as shining as ever, and the hauberk bright white in the evening. His helm is already clasped under one arm, leaving his blond curls to fall to his shoulders. "Zdravsvutye, friends!" he bellows as his boots click against the floor. <Lion> Business has been brisk, to say the least. * Bai thinks, "I don't suppose you have green tea?" <S'ayad'i> ::to Bai's "weakness" comment:: For Felis, it's fire! * Felis walks over to the fire, as if tractor beamed by S'ay. * Jaret walks in and paces up to the Bar. Still dressed as if attending a noble ball, and armed as if off to another duel. <Moon Dancer> ::notices Jaret and his attire:: Jaret! Well met! Do you have an appointment afterwards? <Felis> Oh yes, It's been much too long since I've heard any such comments. ::Rolls his eyes....:: <Jaret> Appointment? I fear not, good barkeep. All I had planned was an evening here, with good friends. * S'ayad'i grins at Felis. * Grigoriy strides to the bar, taking in the other patrons. He sets his helm upon the counter, strips his gauntlets and places them next to the helm. Clasping his hands together, he gazes about, as if looking for something or someone. <Moon Dancer> ::to Jaret:: Then I'm honored you joined us! Please, sit and drink up... <S'ayad'i> Well, if you keep getting yourself set on fire... Though I admit, it has been a while. <Felis> ::Looks Lion in the face.:: Good to see you again good blacksmith. Here to stay? * Felis knocks on the wood of his chair. <Lion> Yes, captain, indeed. ::Turns and "looks" unerringly back at Felis.:: <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Grigoriy, then down at his gauntlets:: Good evening. Can I help you with something? <Grigoriy> :: turning to 'Dancer :: Could I get bottle of votka, pozh'sta? <Lion> Been here all along, actually, just terribly busy. <S'ayad'i> Any interesting commissions lately? <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: How has business been? This latest batch of journeymen work out? * Felis looks slightly unnerved, as always, by lion's eerie talents. <Jaret> I believe a goblet of Arabellan Red would be quite lovely, if you would be so kind. * Lion turns back to Say, tilting his head slightly. * Felis whispers in S'ay's ear. <Lion> Plenty. I've been doing quite about more intricate work, lately, since the 'prentices and journeymen can handle most of the regular workload. <Moon Dancer> ::to Jaret, as he reaches underneath the bar:: I had a feeling you'd say that. I just had to have this refilled after last week. Seems the mugs decided to give some of my help a hard time... <Lion> There's this sage who has commissioned a fair number of very intricate devices in the past months. Fascinating work, even if I still don't quite understand what he's doing with the pieces. <Felis> These mugs? Never.... * S'ayad'i speaks softly back to Felis, nodding. <Moon Dancer> ::MD pulls the bottle from underneath the bar, and fills a crystal goblet with Arabellan Red - not a bad vintage, but not the best he's found, either. He hands the goblet to Jaret, and nods:: For your thirst, and to your health... <Jaret> ::an eyebrow rises faintly:: Oh? Oh, yes. Tilman. Quite clever with the mechanical arcanery, but hadn't gotten the index of all the taps down quite perfect. ::takes the glass and raises it to MD:: And to yours ::drinks:: * Felis saunters over to the bar. "Dancer, if I could get two cold ales I would be most pleased. <Moon Dancer> ::reaches for a glass, which he fills with vodka as he continues talking to Jaret:: Tilman? When did you... ? Oh! I had forgotten I had him work. No, not Tilman, but a new gentleman I hired last week... <Bai> So Jaret, have any of your students improved, or are they as mutton-headed as ever? <Moon Dancer> ::hands a glass of vodka to Grigoriy:: * Grigoriy resumes peering about, cocking his head as if puzzled when a sweep of the room obviously doesn't turn up whatever he seeks. <Lion> Then there is this mage, a very odd character, indeed. <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: A mage? What does a mage need with a blacksmith? * Lion scratches his chin. <Lion> Well, she has commissioned several very small, intricate mechanical pieces. <Jaret> They do their best with the skills they have. Although rumors are spreading that one of them has been considering using his new skills for less-than-savoury employers. I'm meaning to have a little chat with him about it soon... <Jaret> [and what does god need with a starship?] <Lion> When I suggested a silversmith might be better suited she got quite irate and insisted it had to be made of iron. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Lion, puzzled:: She? Odd. Any idea what they're for? * Lion turns to 'Dancer. <Lion> No idea--most challenging project to date. * Bai chuckles, "I somehow suspect he will quickly see the error in such a path." * Felis looks over to Jaret. "I wanted to thank you," ::Nods to Bai:: "and Bai, for deftly uncovering that band of cronies." ::He smiles,:: The way you let them bring you to their boat was quite a, ::pause:: plan." <Moon Dancer> ::shakes his head slightly, and wipes the bar slightly:: What did she look like? * Grigoriy accepts the glass, drains it after muttering "Za vashe zdarovye". He sets the glass back on the counter. "Bottle, please?" <Lion> This is the really weird part, Dancer. <Lion> She sounded like a he. And was over six feet. * Lion shakes his head. <Moon Dancer> ::MD snorts slightly, at the mention of Jaret's 'plan':: <Lion> I was terribly embarrassed when she corrected me when I called her "sir". <Jaret> ::grins at Bai:: One hopes. ::wide-eyed, to Felis:: Regrettably, good Captain, that was not a plan on our part, but a dreadful mishap that we happened to turn to our advantage. <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: That _is_ odd. I had a thought of who it could have been, but that rules out Zoya... <S'ayad'i> [What rules out zoya?] <Lion> [Uh?] <Moon Dancer> [the fact that the lady mage is six feet tall and sounds like a man... um... damn you, liz.] <Moon Dancer> [::grin::] <Lion> [LOL] <Felis> I'm just glad you both got out OK. And crippling their boat was quite the good idea. * Grigoriy chuckles as he listens, eyes still on the door. <Bai> 'Dancer, I think you might have partaken of your store a touch too much, that most certainly is Zoya. Unless Yb's in town and creating duplicates of Zoya. <S'ayad'i> [grin] <Felis> Zoya who? <S'ayad'i> [go read her description again.] <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Sounding like a ... ::MD drifts off to silence, then turns back to Lion, a little more insistent:: Did she say what she wanted the pieces for? <Grigoriy> Would guess, from seeing her here recently, she would not be easy to duplicate. <Lion> Zoya, yes, that was the name. * Lion turns back to MD. * Bai thinks. "I don't think you've ever met her. She's some sort of eccentric mage. Purple hair and a man's voice. Keeps showing everyone this strange sketch of a tower asking if they've seen it. <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Would you stop saying her name? You're going to invoke her, I tell you... * Felis mouths the word "Ales" to Dancer.... <Lion> It was some sort of setting, for a stone. Put the mounting was odd, sort of three linked rings, each nested in the last. <Moon Dancer> ::scratches his head:: Stone? What sort of stone was is, Lion? <Felis> Sounds like another wild one. Perhaps I'd rather not meet her. Uncontrolled magic still bothers me to the bone... <Lion> Dunno, she didn't say and I didn't ask. I was thinking it might be some sort of lodestone, from her description of the device she wanted. * Bai chuckles, "But you forget 'Dancer, it's my job to know where she is, and right now I'm being VERY negligent in my duties. You never answered my question about your selection of teas by the way?" <Jaret> ::spins and faces Felis:: Truly spoken! <Moon Dancer> ::to L:: How do you figure? What sort of device was she looking for? * Grigoriy pushes the glass towards 'Dancer, murmuring something about a bottle. <Lion> As I said, what she described was three rings, nested, with a sort of clamp in the middle. <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: My apologies. All this talk of lodestones and the like distracted me. What kind of tea would you _like_? <Bai> Green. <Lion> She insisted that the rings swing completely freely, that the center piece move freely in all directions. <Moon Dancer> ::MD looks at Grig, and shrugs as he hands him a bottle:: Let me know if you need another, perchance... <Felis> Good barkeep, if I could have two cold ales. One for me, and one for my lady, ::Gestures to Say:: I would be most glad. <Lion> Struck me that it sounded like a compass, which I worked on before, but instead of just lying flat, swing around in a circle, she wanted something that could swing in all directions. * Lion shrugs. <Moon Dancer> ::MD smiles, and pours hot water into a cup of tea leaves:: I had a hunch... * S'ayad'i looks fascinated. <Moon Dancer> ::MD hands the cup to Bai:: * Bai thinks, "Lion, did you by chance recommend that she ask some gnomes. They might already have something that unusual built." <Felis> Is she looking for something that can take to the air? I thought she was asking about a tower.... * Lion turns to Bai. <Lion> I hadn't thought to suggest it. * Lion swings back to Felis. <Bai> Thank you 'Dancer. ::sips his tea.:: * Grigoriy takes a swig from the bottle as he nods. <Lion> The air? The device she wants can be held in two cupped hands. <Lion> <Jaret> ::brow furrows as he tries to envision the device Lion describes. After a few moments, he gives up:: <Moon Dancer> ::MD pours two mugs of ale, and sends them on the way to Felis, mouthing "Sorry" as the waddle over:: * Felis shakes he head. No lion, I was wondering if she was trying to track something which could take to the air.... <Lion> I, Ah, I see--I suppose so. <Felis> Thank you Dancer, ::he says smiling, as he pucks up the mugs and walks towards the fire, handing one to S'ay. * Bai sips his tea. <Moon Dancer> ::MD turns to the kitchen, saying over his shoulder:: Excuse me a moment... * Lion scratches his chin, "looking" into the fire, thinking. * S'ayad'i takes the mug from Felis with a smile, and sips. * Felis gets piece of wood from his pocket <Lion> You know, that makes sense when I think about it. * Chaytal walks into the Hall. She is nearly seven feet tall, with long black hair tightly braided to her head. She's clad mostly in leather armor, and carries a shield made from red dragon scales. * Lion turns back to Felis. * Bai turns to the new comer. "Good evening." <Lion> Or, I suppose, such might be useful in an air ship or in the Underdark, where more than North and South are useful. * Chaytal nods politely. * Felis turns from lion to look at the Dragon scale shield and whistles softly. "Looky there." * Grigoriy almost misses his mouth as he takes another swig. "Bozhemoi!" <Chaytal> Greetings, neighbor * Lion turns his head slightly to the newcomer and cocks an ear. * Chaytal turns to Grigoriy. <Chaytal> You must be Lord Grigoriy. My new friend said you would be difficult to mistake. * Grigoriy grins, bowing. "Da. So I have been told." * Lion stretches expansively, popping several vertebrae. <Moon Dancer> ::MD walks back out of the kitchen:: Sorry about that. Anyone need anything? <Lion> Hey, 'Dancer, can I get a meade, please? * S'ayad'i notices the dragon-scale shield and her eyes widen. * Felis rolls his eyes at the popping vertebrae. "I know I haven't missed that." * Lion chuckles at Felis. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Chaytal, cautiously, as she and Grig talk:: Evening, milady. Welcome to the Meade Hall. Can I get you anything? <Lion> Hey, when you work the hours I do, at a forge... * Grigoriy leans back against the bar, and offers the bottle in his hand to Chaytal. "If is who I think is, then we should share drink." * Chaytal unbuckles her sword - a strange golden scabbard encases it - and leans it against a table. She makes a slight show of the heavy dagger at her boot before sitting down. <Chaytal> I would be most honored to share a drink with you Shantil - friend of my friend. <S'ayad'i> [Ah, Grig, always the ladies' man...] <Felis> Ah, I wager. Still I don't see many people's spines make such a ruckus and still do a full days work. <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: Meade? Coming right up... ::pours Lion a mug of meade, and sends it on its way:: <Lion> And how many of them are hunched to their toes in their dotage? ::You get the impression of a wink, despite the blue blindfold.:: <Grigoriy> * Felis smiles and shakes his head.... * Lion scoops the waddling mug from the floor and gives it a quick tickle, eliciting a giggle. * Lion wrinkles his nose. <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion, remembering his conversation:: So, old friend, did this Zoya mention anything about a tower? <Lion> Hey, 'Dancer? Do you scent what I do? <Chaytal> ::looks at Grig with a wry smile:: Strange to see a man so near my own inches. It's been quite a while. My friend, Tyl, she is not nearly so impressive in stature, but she has quick hands and a rare talent. Would you not agree? * Felis stands, and places his hand Gently on S'ay shoulder, squeezing it slightly before moving to a table a bit out of the way where he sets down a small block of oak and his ale. * Lion shakes his head, muttering, "Could have sworn I smelled a falcon..." <Lion> A Tower? Nope, she didn't mention a Tower. She got very secretive when I pressed for information... * Grigoriy cocks an eyebrow. "Wouldn't, ah, speak to that. Nikulturny." <Moon Dancer> ::raises an eyebrow, and sniffs:: Aye, you do. Don't doubt your senses just yet... <Chaytal> You do, good sir. I see the Gods have not deprived you of all. My soul friend, she flies for her own dinner now, but she'll return shortly. <Lion> Ah, good. I was starting to think Mum Tander's spiced pear pie was killing my sense of smell. ::laughs:: <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion, brow furrowed:: She didn't? Hmm. That's odd. ::shrugs:: Oh well. It's not worth spoiling a good evening. <Lion> Well, not secretive, sort of distracted. <Moon Dancer> ::smiles:: Spied pear pie? Now I understand where you've been! Tied up by some apron strings, it sounds like... <Lion> ::His brow furrows above the cloth.:: Kept playing with these pebbles. <Bai> That's a good description of Zoya. <Chaytal> ::starts to smile at Lion, then remembers:: Might I inquire as to your name, Rever'd sir? I am Chaytal of Ahri. <Lion> Lion of Marsember. ::raises slightly from his seat and bows in Chaytal's direction:: * Felis leans back in a chair, back to the wall, and pulls a stubby blade from his boot which he begins to carve with. He listens to the goings on in the hall and looks quite at ease. <Moon Dancer> ::chuckles:: Don't let it bother you. She's always distracted... * Lion turns back to MD and Bai. * Chaytal turns back to Grigoriy. <Jaret> ::drinks some more wine:: <Chaytal> And what is it you drink this eve'n? Not Tyl's little fuzzy concoction, I hope? <Lion> You know how Tander is, MD. I recall the last time you swung by her kitchen. Seems you more resembled one of the skinned rugs, one of the plumper ones, after she was through with you. ::laughs:: <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: So, did Mum Tander forget to cook a pie this evening, or did you track mud and dirt through the kitchen again? * Lion takes a long drink from his almost forgotten mug. <Moon Dancer> ::smiles, and opens his hands pleadingly:: Aye, but if the woman refuses to see reason... I mean, it was only one slice of the pie... <Lion> Actually, 'Dancer, she kicked me out. Said she had her hands full with the boys and didn't need another pair of feet under foot. ::grins:: * Bai sips his tea. * Grigoriy winks at Chaytal as he hands her his bottle. "Nyet, something, ah, stronger." <Moon Dancer> ::grins:: Aye, I'm not surprised. I'm more surprised she didn't kick you out earlier this month, when the new boys first arrived... <Lion> One slice?! ::laughs loudly, almost spilling his drink:: More like half a pie. And not yet of the sill from cooling! <Lion> Well, when the new 'prentices arrive, we all have our hands full at first. ::sips:: Doesn't take Mum long to get them sorted out, though. * Chaytal turns to the barkeeper <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: But, if you let it cool, it doesn't taste anywhere near as good. Just because she thinks that pies should have uniform slices. After all, I did leave almost half for her, and she had two others... <Rath> ::The door opens slowly, and a well dressed man enters. He wears black pants and shirt, with a thin white coat double buttoned at the side. His black hair is slicked back on his head, and he has a single red rose on his lapel. He is a rather pale gentleman, and he his striking grey eyes. <Chaytal> Good sir, might I obtain a bit of dark ale from you? And a bit of raw meat? My soul friend tells me she has had no good fortune this eve'n * S'ayad'i laughs at the banter between Lion and 'Dancer, then turns to look at the new arrival. <Bai> Good evening. <Chaytal> ::as Rath enters the Hall, a golden falcon swoops in behind him and lands on Chay's shoulder:: <Moon Dancer> ::MD notices the newcomer, and motions to the bar:: Well met,, sir! Welcome to the Meade Hall. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask... <Lion> I have it on good faith from one of the kitchen girls that Mum was in the habit of cooking one extra pie... * Grigoriy shrugs at the rebuff, then grins. * Lion starts and turns towards the newcomer. He turns and seems to look directly at MD. His lips move, barely, but no sounds is audible. * Rath walks gracefully up to the bar. "My thanks, I am new to these parts, and thought to wander in." * Grigoriy admires the falcon. "Beautiful." <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: I thought as much. ::huffs indignantly:: I knew she was just getting worked up for nothing... <Chaytal> Thank you. She is my dear friend. Her name is Briany. * Bai sips his tea and runs his eyes over the new comer again. <Lion> That woman--a heart the size of DragonMere but not that she'd ever get caught admitting it. ::laughs and sips:: * Moon Dancer shakes his head in Lion's direction, and sighs. * Grigoriy takes a swig, not really noting that the bottle is fast approaching the halfway mark. * Lion turns his chair around, to face more towards the bar. <Moon Dancer> ::MD turns to the newcomer:: Welcome, then. I'm Moon Dancer, and I am the current proprietor of this establishment... * Chaytal makes a gesture towards Grig's bottle <Rath> ::Wow, I lost a line. How TM like....:: <Lion> [LOL] <Moon Dancer> [Hey, you give me old posts, I strive to lose some lines for you...] <Chaytal> Mayhap I'll share a bit of your intoxicant after all, good Shantil * Rath looks at Moon Dancer, and then slowly looks about the room. "I would like a glass of your most fragrant wine please. Red if you have it." <S'ayad'i> [Well! You never lost any lines for ME... After I dug up Havok and TWO stories... ::pout::] <Jaret> ::moves over to the newcomer:: if you'll excuse my interruption, the Arabellan Red is a rather fine vintage. <Moon Dancer> ::to Rath:: Most fragrant? Well, for that, you'll have to ask permission... ::waves his arm in the direction of Jaret:: I save my best for Milord Malkier, here. <Lion> [Chateau lindburger?] * S'ayad'i glances at Felis, but he's completely engulfed in his current carving. <Moon Dancer> [Yeah, but Chris found _all_ of Havok. But, since I love ya, Liz, I'll try real hard to lose some lines of yours, too...] * Grigoriy hands the bottle to Chaytal, grinning. * Chaytal winks at Grig and drinks a long swallow straight from the bottle. <Chaytal> Ah. Very good! <coughs slightly> <Grigoriy> Mother's milk! * Lion sips his meade. * Bai sips his tea. * Rath looks to Jaret. "That sounds wonderful." <Jaret> Of course, honorable bartender! Please, pour him a goblet of Arabellan Red. If he hasn't had it before, it will be a fine experience for him. * S'ayad'i glances around the room, then shrugs and slings back the remainder of her ale. She sets the mug gently on the floor and pats it gently on the handle to send it back to the kitchen. * Chaytal reaches into her pouch and pulls out a small brown cigar. <Moon Dancer> ::nods to Jaret:: Of course. ::pours a glass of Arabellan, and hands it to Rath:: I'm constantly impressed with the Arabellan Red. This isn't the best vintage, but even the worst Arabellan tastes like velvet... <Chaytal> Bartender, do you object? <indicates her cigar> * Lion wrinkles his nose at the scent of the cigar. <Moon Dancer> ::to Chaytal:: Object? No, of course not. As long as my Patrons don't mind... ::looks at Lion:: _too_ much... * Grigoriy peers curiously at the brown cylinder. * Lion grins sheepishly. * Rath takes the glass and washes the wine around in it, smelling it. "Ah, quite nice." He paces a bit, though not towards the fire... <Lion> Not _too_ much--can't be too worse than coal smoke. * Lion under his breath, "In Flamerule, when the canal waters have been still for weeks and the dead tide has washed several tons of dead fish back into the marsh..." <Moon Dancer> ::MD looks at Rath, noticing his uneasiness as he replies to Lion:: Not much, at least. After a while, though, you get used to coal smoke... * Chaytal opens a nearby window <Chaytal> I have found that circulating the air helps, for those who do not indulge. * Chaytal lights the cigar and takes a long drag. <Moon Dancer> ::MD nods to Chaytal:: Much obliged, milady... <Lion> Anything that doesn't kill you...::raises his mug and finishes it off:: <Rath> ::I didn't say uneasilyness. There is plenty of floor here. :) :: * Chaytal blows a smoke ring. * Grigoriy attempts to mask a cough, but fails. <Grigoriy> Strong odor. * Bai sips his tea. <S'ayad'i> [And we thought PHIL'S cigars stunk!] <Chaytal> ::grin:: You get used to it. More than that, I sometimes fear. It does seem, sometimes, that it is a habit I would not willingly give up. * Lion places his mug on the floor and sends it for a refill with a pat on its handle. <Lion> [LOL, Liz] <Jaret> ::beams at Rath:: I was sure you'd like it! Even an amateur wine connoisseur could fail to enjoy its delights! * Rath takes the smallest sip of the wine, and smiles to himself before placing it at the edge of the table and looking to Jaret. <Chaytal> [yeesh! can't I have a non-existent cigarette? bad enough spouse won't let me have a real one... I quit, remember? 4 months ago next week!] <Rath> And from where is this from? * Bai thinks, "How many more bottles of that stuff you got down there 'Dancer?" <Jaret> Arabel! One of Cormyr's larger cities, some leagues to the northwest of here. * Chaytal grins at Grigoriy. * Rath makes a mental note. "Ah, I've never had the pleasure. Please tell me about it. Is that where you are from?" <Moon Dancer> ::MD looks at Bai, and shrugs:: Down here? Just the one, though there are a few more in the cellar downstairs. Maybe time for another trip to Arabel, though... <Chaytal> Oh, it nearly escaped my mind. My friend, the graceful Tyl, tells me to tell you that she'll not be available for a few days, as she has some business to discuss with an old colleague * Grigoriy appears to be slightly crestfallen, but he smiles at Chaytal anyways. <Lion> ::Lion's mug struggles to climb to the bartop where it jogs over to MD and tugs at his elbow.:: <Bai> Moon Dancer, do you think you could pick up a couple of extra bottles for me with the next shipment? <Jaret> Arabel? No. I have never even had the pleasure of visiting that fair city. All I know about it, save its vineyards, is that it was once used by a bandit-king as the center of his uprising, but King Azoun managed to put down the insurgency with little bloodshed. I'm from the city of Halvalen, which as far as I can tell is nowhere near to this place. <Moon Dancer> ::MD looks at the mug, and smiles:: Impatient, aren't you? Here... ::picks up the mug, and fills it with more meade, then sets it back on the floor, where it takes off in Lion's direction:: * Chaytal takes a drag off her cigar * Lion scoops his mug up and raises it to MD, then takes a sip.:: <Chaytal> But she also says to tell you she will think of you often. <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Of course. Any particular vintage you're after? * Rath moves slowly over toward Jaret, almost gliding. "How interesting. You don't sound like you have traveled here by conventional means. Is there a story there? ::He smiles as he takes another small sip.:: * Grigoriy takes a swig from the bottle, smiling. <Chaytal> ::mutters to herself:: definitely nowhere near this place. <Moon Dancer> ::to Jaret:: As much as you love their Red, you've never been to Arabel? <Bai> I think Jaret's suggestion of the Red will do, unless you know of an even finer vintage? <Lion> ::almost to himself:: One of these days I must get out and do some travelling... ::sips:: <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Oh, I'd definitely suggest the Red, but I've heard that the '37 is extremely good. I have a source who claims to have two bottles for me, and I supposed I could part with one of them... <Jaret> You speak the truth! I was challenged to a duel by a mage, and when I refused to fight him with blades, since he had no skill in that area, he cast a treacherous spell that flung me far from my homelands. The journey blasted me into a dark sleep, and when I finally awoke, I found myself only a few miles from the walls of this fair city. * Grigoriy ponders the quarter-full bottle for a few moments, then shrugs and belts back another swallow. * Rath looks curiously at the blind man after his comment on travel, but says nothing. * S'ayad'i idly, seeming not to realize it, starts plucking the strings of her dulcimer. The sound is random, but surprisingly makes a good background. * Chaytal pulls out a map and studies it. * Lion smiles at Say's tunelessly song and turns an ear towards it. <Chaytal> ::mutter:: hmmmm... Koren, Emran, ah, here it is... Valen... <Bai> No need 'Dancer, two bottles of a lesser vintage will do. <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: Travel, Lion? You? I'd thought that you would have seen at least some of the surrounding country, long as you've been here... <Jaret> [personally, i don't think lion's actually seen all that much! har de har har...] <Lion> No, not really. Since my apprenticeship I've been too busy. I should like to get out and stretch my legs one of these days. <Rath> [ugh!] <Lion> [plop] <Bai> [fiz, fiz] <Jaret> [but there's no relief in sight...] <Chaytal> [not from *your* jokes, Matt! ;)] <Rath> ::To Jaret:: And here you find yourself, surrounded by such strange fellows. Well, perhaps varied fellows would be a better turn of phrase. * Chaytal snubs cigar absently. <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: Well, how many protests would Mum Tander lodge if you jaunted off on a wine procurement trip with Bai and I? <Jaret> That is so. And I have found their company, although it is slightly unsettling at times, to be a most welcome one, that I treasure as I do few other things. <Lion> Not too many, I suppose, now that the new lads are settled in. * Chaytal peers around the room for a waste container, and not seeing one, tucks the dead butt into her pouch. * Lion sips his ale and contemplates. <Rath> Do you plan to return home. Surely on a world which seems so rich in magic, someone could take you back. If you wished it. * Bai sips his tea. * Chaytal spreads her map out on the table. <Lion> How far is Arabel, Dancer? <Moon Dancer> ::turns to Bai:: Up for a trip, Bai? No better way to find a good wine than to sample it yourself! <Chaytal> I did hear you correctly, sir, did I not? - ::to Jaret:: You are from here? ::points at the lower right hand corner of her map:: <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: Not far. We can make the trip in no time at all. I know some ... shortcuts. * Lion chuckles. <Lion> I'm sure you do, Dancer, I'm sure you do. * Bai chuckles, "Except that my palette is so uneducated that I wouldn't be able to tell." <Jaret> I haven't truly decided. My few companions back home were of fleeting acquaintance, and I wonder if they even remember me. I am curious about the fate of the dying prince and his pale bride... ::squints at the map in front of Chaytal:: Why, yes! Have you been to Halvalen? Do you know the Malkier family? Is my father well? How is the princess? <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Uneducated as it may be, any palette is just guessing after as much wine as I usually ... taste. I usually end up going by the prices, on all the wine other than the Arabellan Red... <Bai> Somehow 'Dancer, I think I lack your fortitude. <Lion> Most do, Bai, most do. ::sips:: * Rath Rath drifts away from Jaret as he pours over the map with Chay. He walks toward S'ay and Lion. <Lion> You should see they way he packs away Mum Tander's hard cider. <Moon Dancer> ::grins to Bai:: You might. But, I'd be willing to help carry you down the street, if need be... <Grigoriy> Is all spoiled grape juice anyways. Mother's milk is way to go. :: takes another swig :: * Lion chuckles. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Lion, befuddled:: That's HARD cider? <Chaytal> ::grins at Jaret:: I know this princess of yours, I believe... she's in a spot of trouble, last time I heard. <Bai> No thank you. I had enough of that the time I tried Mule Kick. * Lion laughs loudly. * S'ayad'i laughs. <Lion> Yes--I'm, surprised you didn't notice. <Jaret> Trouble? What kind of trouble? Kidnapped? Who *dares*? <S'ayad'i> [Oh, no, here we go again...] <Moon Dancer> ::to Grig:: Aye, vodka is good, but it's a matter of finesse. Vodka is a club, and a good wine, a fine saber. Or, so Jaret tells me... <Chaytal> No... wed someone she didn't like all the much. <Bai> [LOL] <Chaytal> She tried to rid herself of him... I met him... shame the girl didn't succeed. <Rath> ::To S'ay:: Such laughter, do you use your voice with your fair instrument. Where I am from there are many who do such things it would remind me of home to hear you play.... <Jaret> Ah, yes. Her marriage to the prince. She . . . No! Someone must have framed her! <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion, grinning:: Oh, I did, but it was worth the laugh to say I didn't. It's good to fill this building with laughter again... <Lion> Hear, hear. ::raises his mug, smiling, and takes a large swig:: * S'ayad'i smiles at Rath. <Grigoriy> Nyet. Wine is, um, splinter. No. Toothpick. Moldering toothpick. Votka is weapon of choice. <S'ayad'i> But of course. What would you like to hear? <Rath> Anything local would be refreshingly new to me. <Moon Dancer> ::to Grig, as he shakes his head:: To each his own, no? ::notices Grig's nearly empty bottle, and his complete lack of a slur:: And if you have the constitution, I guess even vodka could become an acquired taste... <Bai> Lion, do you know of any good glass blowers or dealers in cut crystal in town? <Chaytal> I do not believe she was framed, but I understand her own love was slain so that the marriage could take place. I for one, am proud of her. * Grigoriy grins. "Is mother's milk. No one gets drunk on mother's milk." <Moon Dancer> ::to S'ay:: S'ayad'i! Let's hear "The Thief and the Speckled Egg!" <Lion> ::to Bai, after another sip:: I can recommend a few. <Jaret> ::glances over at Grigoriy:: I believe the good barkeep intended the usage as a *metaphor*. A fine wine heightens the senses, warms the blood, and fires the spirit. Whereas that potato-juice... ::waves his hand:: simply intoxicates. <Grigoriy> [But don't ask to look at Grig's liver! It's probably harder'n'a diamond.] * Bai sips his tea. <Moon Dancer> ::to Grig, nodding questioningly:: Drunk on vodka? I can say not. I usually pass drunk on my way to unconscious... <Lion> At full tilt, without any brakes, on an icy slope... * Rath sits within 7 feet of S'ay, he gestures to his glass, which slides through the air over to him, and he sniffs it contentedly. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jaret, with a grin on his face, as he chuckles at Lion's comment and mutters under his breath:: * Grigoriy smiles, "It depends on how raised, I think." <Jaret> And then . . . how fairs Valen, my home country? Does Darath desire to strike back? <Bai> Very true. * S'ayad'i laughs at MD's request, and begins to play a merry tune. After a while, she begins to sing. Her voice sounds like silver bells ringing in a temple, but it somehow doesn't conflict with the silly song, which tells the story of a thief who mistook a speckled egg for a giant jewel. * Grigoriy taps his fingers on the bar in a fairly good approximation of the music's beat. <Chaytal> Um ::makes a bit of a face:: there's war. It's been exciting. I've been hiring out. <Moon Dancer> ::MD smiles, like a proud father, as the music fills the bar:: * Rath smiles very slightly as he listens to the tune. * Lion taps his foot and takes another drink. <Jaret> But what of the princess? Has she returned back to her home? How goes the war? Darath has been building their forces up for a while... <Chaytal> ::makes another face:: Up until that incident with the drunken dragons, you know <Chaytal> we were winning... at least until we took up with that old man... ::shakes head:: Never, ever deal with a dragon. I'm not even really sure where I am ::looks at map:: just where I *was*. <Jaret> But which side was winning? Valen or Darath? And what old man? And dragons? Has Darath incorporated monsters and beasts into their ranks? * Chaytal blinks <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: You still haven't said whether or not you'll come with Lion and me. You could be the token sober man, and say the trip is for education... <Chaytal> Valen was winning. Admire the girl I do, but I'd not hire to one who attempts murder by poison... * Lion chuckles at MD's remark. * Rath perks up an eyebrow at Jaret's apparent discomfort about the vague news... <Jaret> ::grits his teeth:: I. Suspect. She. Was. Framed. <Chaytal> And no, the dragons were not part of the struggle at all, merely hired my friends and I for a few days of guard duty. We did not know they were dragons. <Lion> That would ease Mum's mind, I can assure you. <Chaytal> ::shrugs:: if it makes your sleep easy, you may believe it. * Bai sighs, "I'd like to 'Dancer, if only for the change, but my duty and my heart are here...Somewhere." * Rath as he listens to the song, he sits with an eerie stillness, almost like a statue. <Jaret> ::a look of realization comes across his face:: Of course. The dragons hired you to protect them. *I* see... ::slowly backs away:: <Lion> Looks like we need to find another chaperone, 'Dancer. * Chaytal gestures at her dragonscale shield. <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: Aye, if anything truly would keep her from worrying. You think she expects us to still follow her by her apron strings, when she's not shooing us out of the kitchen... * S'ayad'i finishes "The Thief and the Speckled Egg" and segues into another lively song. This one is quite bawdy, and seems to be called "The Barmaid's Jewel". <Chaytal> And did a good job, we did. Their enemies lost many to my sword and the magic of the lovely Nhimorah. Not to mention good Ivan's sturdy ax. * Grigoriy chuckles at the music, continuing to tap along. He even manages to drain the bottle in something approaching time to the music. * Rath stands as the songs change and walks over towards MD and the bar. <Moon Dancer> ::MD fills a mug with ale, then raises it to S'ayad'i at her choice of songs. He begins to tap his foot merrily:: <Lion> Seven children of her own and a new handful each year, that woman's maternal instincts will still be around well after she's gone, Lathander forbid. <Jaret> ::still backing away:: Naturally. You protected the dragons. Of course... ::glances over at MD and covertly mouths 'touched':: <Bai> [LOL] * Bai sips his tea. <Chaytal> As I said earlier, believe as you like. It makes no never mind to me... <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jaret, and immediately stops his tapping as his eyes dart to Chaytal:: Dragons? ::MD tries to fit into what little bit of the conversation he picked up:: <Rath> So, Moon Dancer, I heard the rake over there, ::Gestures to Jaret:: mentioned there were many mages about who had offered him passage home. This place strikes me as quite a nexus of magical activity. Is that from yourself? * Lion seems to mutter under his breath, even though no sound is audible. <Moon Dancer> ::to Rath, absentmindedly:: Probably the Hall itself, actually. Old place has seen quite a bit of action... <Bai> That's the truth. <Chaytal> I know my own strength and abilities, sir, and your opinion will not affect them ::reaches down and lightly touches her shield:: <Rath> I see, I'm a bit of a ritualist myself. Interesting how much power an object can hold just by the proximity to the source of it. <Jaret> Certainly, lady. The evidence of your prowess is apparent for all to behold. <Lion> [Do dragon scales smell?] <Lion> [(;] <Chaytal> [um, probably... like lizard hide] <Lion> [Iguana slayer!] <Moon Dancer> ::MD mutters something, and walks between Chaytal and Jaret:: Milady, Jaret... is there something I can do to ease your obvious dispute? A drink, perhaps... <Chaytal> [here lizard lizard lizard! SIZE DOES MATTER!] <Lion> [I thought bombs weren't allowed in the Hall?] <Jaret> [i need a beegar bawx...] * Rath seems rather put off that MD walked off.... <Chaytal> [laugh] * Bai sips his tea. * Chaytal turns to MD <Lion> [like clockwork, that tea (;] <Moon Dancer> ::MD turns to face Chaytal, obviously trusting his back to Jaret:: <Bai> [Hey, what would the Hall be without it? :) ] * Lion sets his mug on the table and sits up. <Lion> [LOL] <Chaytal> I doubt a drink would change his opinion. But I also doubt that it matters. He can have a barrel full of his wine, on my coin, if he likes * Rath sighs and rolls his eyes. "No matter where one goes. The mindset prevails... * Lion cracks his knuckles, stretches his back again, and leans back into the cushion of the chair * Rath slaps Moon Dancer around a bit with a large trout <Chaytal> I suspect ::she looks down at him:: he does not believe a *woman* capable of fighting. Win won't change that, would you not agree? <Rath> [Whoops- no i didn't-] <Bai> Here's a thought. Why don't the two of them go find another band of criminals to bring in? If that doesn't convince each of them of the others ability then nothing will. <Moon Dancer> ::to Chaytal, diplomatically as possible:: Whatever seems to have upset Master Malkier must be important. He seldom gets so upset for no good reason. Now, he mentioned Dragons... mind telling me what that's all about? <S'ayad'i> [Oh, shit... I dive for cover. No, not S'ay. She's obliviously strumming away. ME!] * Lion picks his mug back up but doesn't sip. <Grigoriy> [Hey, there's something fishy in the xscript!] <Lion> [The truth is out there!] <Bai> [X marks the spot?] * Chaytal raises an eyebrow at MD. <Moon Dancer> ::MD rests his hand on a rather large dagger at his side. Doesn't draw it. Doesn't start to unite it. Just rests it there:: <Chaytal> I've done nothing but speak the truth. * Bai sighs and finishes off his tea, "So much for a relaxing evening." * Rath strolls over. "Yes, but you are in a different place, and people take things differently here.... <Jaret> ::to Chay:: I have obviously offended you, lady. My opinions are strong, and I make no apology for them. However, I did not intend to draw your ire with them, and for that, I apologize. ::bows, and sweeps off his hat:: <Moon Dancer> ::to Chaytal, still speaking diplomatically - as if he believes every word:: I understand. But, obviously our good friend Jaret does not. Now is not the time nor the place to settle this ... difference of opinion. * Lion sniffs and sips his meade. <Chaytal> I would not draw a weapon on one who thinks I am not fit to use one, but I will accept your apology for what it is worth. * Grigoriy makes certain the empty bottle is safely lodged behind the bar. * Chaytal gives Jaret a quick, curt nod and returns to her seat near Grig. * S'ayad'i finished up her song and looks around for another request. She realizes that she's lost her audience, shrugs, then goes back to strumming idly. * Lion leans towards S'ay. * Rath smiles, as if all is already well, and walks back toward Lion and S'ay. <Jaret> ::shrugs at MD (women...) and picks up his neglected goblet and has a sip:: <Lion> Do you know, um, "The Little Brown Wren?" <Moon Dancer> ::to Jaret, over his shoulder:: Thank you, Jaret. ::back to Chaytal:: Now, if you accept his apology, please, accept a bottle of our finest vodka for you and Grigoriy to share betwixt the two of you... * Lion smiles encouragingly. <Lion> [Two for me, none for you] <Rath> ::To Lion and S'ay:: If I might ask you, how are Cabalist's received in this city. I;m not one myself, but I have spoken with one. <Lion> Caba-whats? <Moon Dancer> ::walks back to the bar, and places a bottle of vodka on the bar in front of him as he turns back to Rath:: I apologize. You were saying something about magical objects? <S'ayad'i> I believe I know the song... ::she plucks a few lines for Lion:: That it? * Grigoriy smiles, "New bottle would be good. Da." * Lion turns from Rath, back to S'ay. <Lion> Yes, yes that's it. <Rath> [Well, he isn't at the bar anymore. He's over with Say and Lion.] <S'ayad'i> ::to Rath:: I've not heard of a Cabalist before... * Grigoriy offers it to Chaytal for the first swig. <Lion> [Oh--I thought I was by the fire...] <Moon Dancer> [like the Hall's a mile across or something!] <Lion> [It isn't? ::stunned surprise::] * Chaytal opens the bottle and tips it up. She drains nearly a fifth of it before handing it over to Grig with a slight belch. <Rath> [Sure. Sounds good] <Moon Dancer> [nah, you're upstairs, tom, and liz's in the kitchen. sheesh.] <Jaret> ::finishes off his wine and lets the goblet waltz off to the kitchen for a bath:: * Grigoriy matches her drink without blinking. <Lion> [I thought I was out of town--across the state, down a well??!] <Bai> [I get to hang from the ceiling fan!] <Moon Dancer> [Really? How is Waterdeep this time of year?] <Grigoriy> [You know, the OOCC are getting a little out of hand... :-) ] <Lion> [Issah verrah, verrah Nice-ah.] <Moon Dancer> [Hey! Cut that chatter, Mike!] <Moon Dancer> [;)] * Lion takes another sip, just shy of draining his mug. <Rath> As I understand their profession, a Cabalist seems to spend a good deal of their day making deals with daemons, binding spirits, and other unpleasant things. But I could be getting the name wrong. Coloquial differences and all. * Bai stares off into space. * Lion "looks" at Rath. * Grigoriy offers the bottle back to Chaytal. * Rath smiles. <Moon Dancer> ::MD looks at Rath, sidelong and curiously:: Did you say Cabalist, sir? <Jaret> ::looks slightly askance at Rath, but says nothing:: <Lion> Can't say I know any. I know precious few mages and less of their business. <Rath> Yes. <Rath> One sent me here looking to pay off part of a favor which was owed him. <Moon Dancer> ::MD purses his lips together:: A cabalist sent you here? Where was this cabalist at, good sir? * Lion swallows. <Lion> What sort of favor? ::slight shudder:: <Jaret> ::wanders over to nudge the oblivious Felis into noticing the demon-friend over at the bar:: <Chaytal> [got bumped... what did I miss?] <Moon Dancer> [Jaret came out of the closet. Explains the foofy hats...] <Lion> [ROFL] <Chaytal> [hey, I have a picture of *you* coming out of the closet, Braz!] <Bai> [LOL} * Rath looks at lion while he answers MD. "He was north. In the underground." He smiles. "I assume you might have noted my pale complexion. I don't get out into the sun much." <S'ayad'i> [I have that picture too!] <Moon Dancer> [hell, i'll try _anything_ once...] <Jaret> [that's not what you said in Haiti] <Lion> [twice if he's not sure] <Bai> [REALLY?!?] <Rath> Some call it underDark <Moon Dancer> [LOL!] <Lion> It had escaped my notice. * Lion gestures vaguely at the blindfold. <Moon Dancer> ::to Rath:: Quite interesting. Cabalist are rare at best in these parts. What task did he send you on? * Chaytal takes another long swig of vodka. <Rath> Oh yes, ::Smiles:: I'm sure you can't see a thing. My apologies. How did such a thing happen? * Chaytal hands the half empty bottle to Grig <Lion> Didn't so much happen as always has been. <Bai> Moon Dancer, could you get me another cup of tea? * Lion shrugs. <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: What time did Goody Tander expect you home, Lion? * S'ayad'i wraps up her song and yawns. Well, I, certainly, am getting very sleepy. I think I'll call it a night... <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai, reaching for his cup:: Of course... <Lion> Half an hour before I actually get there. <Moon Dancer> ::to S'ay:: I'm not far from joining you, milady. Many thanks for the beautiful music this evening! A joy, as always... * Lion finishes his meade. <Rath> ::To MD:: Rare, I'm sure. They seem to be a bit unliked. He has transferred the debt over to me, so that I might acquire some things that I need. The barter system as it were. The exact transfer of service will be known only to me, he and the one who owes. ::Smile:: I'm sure you understand. <Moon Dancer> ::chuckles, and looks at his pocket watch:: Aye, that's the truth. It's getting to be about half-past that now... * Grigoriy drains half of the remainder, then sets the bottle on the counter. He gathers his gauntlets and helm from the counter, and drops a few coins for 'Dancer. * Chaytal puts the top back on the bottle and hands it to Grig. * Lion gets up and walks over to the bar, placing the mug before MD. <Chaytal> I'm sure you'll want it, for the road, you know Shintal. <Moon Dancer> ::to Rath, uneasily:: I'm not so sure that I do, but I'll have to consult with you on it later. Perhaps I may have some things to assist you... * Grigoriy shakes his head and pats his breastplate. "Nyet, have provision already." <Lion> [and all this time I just thought that was a vodka gut] <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion:: Still up for the trip to Arabel, old friend? I'm sure we can find someone... ::scans the bar, and settles on Jaret:: Jaret? Up for a trip to Arabel? <Grigoriy> [<snicker>] * Chaytal shrugs and stuffs the bottle into her pack. With an odd look at Jaret, she re-rolls her map and stuffs it back in her pack as well. * Lion turns to face Jaret as well. <Rath> ::Looks at Dancer curiously,:: I'm not sure how you think that you would. But we can speak if you so desire. <Lion> Oh, now I'm sure Goody Tander would feel much reassured if our honorable friend would join us. ::grins:: <Moon Dancer> ::to Rath:: I might. Perhaps later in the week? * Grigoriy slips the gauntlets on, his armor creaking slightly. <Bai> 'Dancer, you know where to find me. <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion, grinning:: Obviously, you didn't hear much about Jaret and Bai's trip to Pleasure Island... <Lion> Of course, I'm not sure Arabel's cellars would survive the trip.... <Jaret> ::to MD:: Arabel? Why, it would be my honour to accompany you! Why, think of the times we'll have! The bandit king who attempted to overthrow Arabel escaped, you know! Maybe we would happen across his lair on the way there, and be forced into a desperate conflict! ::his eyes are gleaming with excitement and anticipation:: <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Aye, and I'll get with you shortly... <Rath> ::To MD:: Fine, I intend on staying for some time. There is much here I can do. * Lion turns to MD. <Lion> No, I hadn't heard about that particular escapade. ::yawns:: I have much to catch up on, it seems. <Moon Dancer> ::to Jaret, beaming:: Splendid! We'll call it a plan then! Is tomorrow, around ten, here good for everyone to leave? * S'ayad'i strolls over to Felis. He looks up with a smile, and displays his carving - a falcon bearing a striking resemblance to Chay's. The carved falcon seems to be staring into the distance, watching some prey... Felis sets it gently down and the table, offers his arm to S'ayad'i, and escorts her out. <S'ayad'i> Good night, all! <Lion> Excellent, enough time for provisions and not enough time for Tander to protest. ::again the sense of a wink through the Harper blue cloth:: <Bai> Steel and Water my friends. <Jaret> Perfect! I'll gather my things and be here, awaiting our glorious departure! <Grigoriy> Dosvidanye, all! Is time to go. :: bows towards Chaytal :: Perhaps we shall meet again. <Moon Dancer> ::to S'ay and Felis:: S'ayad'i, Felis - safe passage for you both! Be careful! * Rath looks at the bird, as it seems to be facing towards him. He smiles. * Chaytal picks up the small falcon with a puzzled frown * Chaytal nods to Grig <Moon Dancer> ::to Lion, winking:: Exactly my thoughts, friend... <Chaytal> Perchance, Shintal * Lion waves at the departing S'ay and Felis. * Chaytal leaves the hall with a slight nod at those left * Lion chuckles at MD. * Rath stands and walks toward the door slowing by the bar. * Grigoriy strides into the night. <Rath> I will look in on you some night so that we could continue the chit-chat. <Moon Dancer> ::smiles at Jaret and Lion:: Then, I'll see the two of you in the morning! There'll be breakfast here, if anyone is so inclined... <Moon Dancer> ::to Rath:: Please do. I look forward to our ... conversation... <Jaret> Wonderful! ::heads for the door:: I'll see you both on the morrow! <Rath> How enchanting. <Bai> Don't get into too much trouble Jaret. <Jaret> ::laughs as he leaves:: How much trouble is too much, though? * Rath walks toward the dark beckoning night and disappears into it's inky black fold. <Lion> Tomorrow it is, then. * Lion offers a hand to MD. <Moon Dancer> ::MD takes Lion's hand, and shakes it firmly and enthusiastically:: Until then, blacksmith... * Lion nods towards Jaret and Bai and makes his way to the door. <Moon Dancer> ::MD yawns and stretches, and heads for the stairs to his suite:: * Bai rises from the bar and walks behind the bar. A brief bit of rummaging produces the tea, and Bai spends a minute preparing himself another cup. He then heads to the fire and sits in one of the chairs. * Bai sips his tea and stares into the fire, "A day for memories indeed. But what of tomorrow?" <Bai> ::A few minutes pass and Bai speaks again.:: When one is lost, one must retrace ones steps....So be it then. |
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