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* Adam stands behind the bars, examining the taps with some trepidation. <Adam> Ah, to hell with it. * Adam clasps the medallion under his shirt, closes his eyes, bows his head, and mutters something. The taps glow faintly for a moment, then return to normal. * Adam proceeds to unlock the doors. <Adam> Hall's Open! * Jaret strolls in. He is more colorfully dressed than last time, in a navy blue doublet and breeches, with fine silver threadwork at the cuffs of his sleeves. The wide black ribbon is still tied around his bicep. His weapons hang in their usual places at his side. * Adam returns to his accustomed place behind the bar. <Adam> What can I get for you this evening Jaret? * Lion enters and walks over to the bar. <Lion> Evening, all. <Adam> Good evening Lion. <Jaret> A glass of Arabellan Red, please, Adam. Lion! Good evening and well met! * Lion takes a seat and nods to Jaret. * Zoya bursts through the door, backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder. Her cloak is torn in several places, and her hands and face are so badly smudged that it looks like she's been digging in the dirt. Her faerie dragon is flying in frantic circles around her head. Her face is filled with both fear and anger. <Lion> Good evening, sir. ::turns to Adam:: Could I get a mug of ale, please? * Adam picks up a wine glass, examines the shelves of wine bottles, then bends down and picks up a bottle from beneath the bar. Adam then fills the glass and hands it to Jaret. * Jaret bounces up from his stool and rushes to Zoya. "Zoya! Are you all right?!" <Zoya> QUICK! Come! He's got him and I think time works differently there and I don't know how much longer I can pick up the traces and – <Adam> What's the matter Zoya?!? <Zoya> Jelarthna! * Adam bolts from behind the bar and heads towards the door. "What about him?" <Jaret> ::stops more or less in his tracks:: Beg pardon? What is.... ::his look firms up:: Lead me to him. * Lion sits back on his stool, quietly observing. <Zoya> We went off to see if we could find that thing that spooked his horse - were any of you here last week? - and there were a couple of demons, but they were easy to take care of, but this enemy of Jelarthna's popped up into this pocket dimension or something and he's trying to drive him insane as revenge or something. He made me leave first so I could come and get help and this is the first place I could think of- <Adam> Where? <Jaret> ::takes Zoya's arm gently in his own hand:: Take me. To him. Quickly. Please. * Lion stands, his expression somewhat confused, but determined. <Zoya> I don't know; some kind of pocket dimension. I tried to tell him that I should stay behind, because the enemy wasn't mad at *me*, but he created the portal behind me and pushed me through before I knew what was happening. <Zoya> I think I can find my way back, but we've got to HURRY. <Adam> Then get moving, we're behind you. <Jaret> ::coughs quietly and moves a little closer to the door:: Quickly. Please. <Jelarthna> ::The door creaks open, and Jelarthna slumps face down on the floor. A pool of blood spreads into the Hall. His clothes are practically shredded, and even the elven chain underneath is showing ragged edges and missing patches.:: * Lion recoils slightly at the smell of blood. <Jaret> ::heads out into the alley to block anything following Jelarthna:: * Zoya turns around to leave and stifles a shout. <Zoya> Jelarthna! * Adam hurries over to Jelarthna and begins examining his wounds. * Lion quietly slips out the back door. * Zoya drops her backpack and hurries over to help Adam. <Jaret> ::a battle cry sounds from outside, as does an rather unearthly roar:: * Adam gently picks Jelarthna up as if he were a rag doll and carefully deposits him in one of the chairs by the fire. * Jelarthna groans and tries to reach for his sword. <Zoya> It's all right, you're out, you're... Waitaminit. * Zoya peels back one of Jelarthna's eyelids. It responds normally to light, but she seems to be looking for something else. * Adam smacks Jelarthna's hand, then begins removing Jelarthna's weapons and armour to get a closer look at the wounds. <Jaret> ::more sounds of battle, and the sound of something sizzling through the cobblestones emerges as well:: <Adam> Zoya, go find out what's going on out there. <Jelarthna> Gotta...help... <Zoya> You've got to sit still or you're not going to make it. <Jaret> ::grunt, smack, slice whack whack whack,stabbity stab, parry:: * Jelarthna struggles weakly against Adam's grip. * Jelarthna looks up at Zoya with a few signs of coherence. <Jaret> ::from outside, Jaret triumphantly yells:: "Hah!" ::a deep resonating grumble echoes through the Hall, and then the alleyway falls silent:: <Jelarthna> Got...stone... ::he drops a fairly large brick onto the floor:: * Adam looks quizzically at Jelarthna for a second, then places one hand on Jel's forehead, and holds his medallion with the other and mutters a few words. * Zoya looks up at Adam and barks a couple of harsh words. A circle forms in the air, showing the alley outside just in time to see a minor demon fall to Jaret's swords. * Jelarthna slumps fully into the chair, showing no further signs of activity for now. <Zoya> ::Seeing that Jelarthna is at least mostly aware, and in Adam's capable hands, Zoya picks up the brick and retreats to the far side of the room. She appears to be doing some sort of divination.:: <Jaret> ::Jaret stumbled back into the Hall, rapier & main gauche out. His left hand is pressed against a bleeding trio of gashes in his side. He makes his way over to Jelarthna's side, and heavily sits down near him.:: * Adam finishes removing Jel's weapons and armour, then cocks his head, apparently listening for something. <Jaret> Everything going to be all right? <Adam> It's hard to say. He's not as tough as he looks. How about you? <Jaret> ::coughs faintly into a fist:: The wounds are fairly shallow. More or less, at least. I'll be fine. ::stands and makes his way to the bar, perhaps not as agilely as usual. He picks up his glass of wine, and has a small sip:: <Jelarthna> ::snore:: * Adam heads for the kitchen. "Jaret I'll take a look at you as soon as I'm sure he's going to be all right. * Alranis opens the door cautiously, and peeks in. After a quick look-see, he slinks in and closes the door behind him. He stands halfway betwixt five and six feet, and has obviously seen better days. * Zoya straightens up and looks over at Adam. <Jaret> ::fumbles a handkerchief out of a fold and cleans the ichor and such off his blades before sliding them back home and re-tying the rather hastily burst peaceknotting:: <Zoya> How are you at destruction of harmful materials? TRUE destruction, mind - not banishment... * Adam returns from the kitchen with some bandages and a couple of bowls, one of which appears to be filled with water. Adam sets these down next to Jel, then heads towards the bar. * Alranis is dressed in fairly standard dark brown clothing, although it has a few rips, patches, and ugly spots. He almost slinks to the bar, and perches on a stool near the end, some distance from the others present. There is a slightly wild look around the edge of his eyes. <Adam> It depends on the material Zoya. How harmful is it? I'm going to need a lot of what I've got to batch him back up. * Jelarthna opens his eyes and looks up at Adam. * Adam grabs a mug, examines the taps, then fills the mug with a clear liquid. <Jelarthna> If...if she's talking about...what I think, then...take care of that...first. * Adam returns to Jelarthna's chair. "Awake already I see. Now don't go doing anything foolish. I don't want to have to cudgel you into behaving. * Alranis crooks a finger towards Adam. <Zoya> Hmm. I don't know how harmful it is, per se. This brick *was* part of the Tower, but someone - or something - perverted it to be used as a focus of some sort. I don't think it's harmful as it is, but I'm sort of down to my last magical ropes, too , and I'd rather not have what's-his-face come looking for it while I'm napping. <Jelarthna> ::looks at Zoya:: Not...not too likely. <Zoya> And it's been a focus for a good long while - he'll have something of a line on it... ::to Jelarthna:: Take care of him? <Adam> Sorry for the rude welcome stranger, but as you can see we've had a bit of a scrap here. What can I get you? * Adam begins cleaning Jel's wounds, first with water, and then with the liquid from the bar.:: * Alranis replies in a scratchy voice, "I'd appreciate some beer. Weider's, if you've got it." <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head:: Not completely. ::starts at the stinging:: But he was almost comatose when I got out. <Adam> You heard the man. ::One of the mugs positions itself under a tap, while a couple others enlist the aid of the silverware to pull the lever down.:: <Adam> I take it, it's that brick then. <Zoya> Then I'll be happier if we get this thing destroyed as soon as possible. Time works differently where he is, and I don't know if he can control that or not. This thing has a distinctly evil air about it. * Alranis looks askance at the mugs. "Ah, strange." <Adam> ::The mugs manage to shut the tap off without too much spillover. the filled mug then walks over to the stranger.:: * Alranis reaches for the mug, a little skittishly. <Jelarthna> ::glances over at the mugs, then looks around the room:: Thanks - ugh - for the help, everyone. * Adam seems to be thinking about the problem while he cleans and bandages Jel's wounds. "I'll have to take a look at it. Let me finish the preliminary work on Jelarthna and Jaret here." <Jelarthna> ::looks at Adam:: I think my left arm is broken, by the way. <Zoya> ::seriously, to Jelarthna:: You're going to have to hunt him down, now. You've embarrassed him again, and he's not going to let you getaway with it. <Jelarthna> ::coughs roughly:: Mind if I wait a little while? <Zoya> ::grins:: Well, I didn't mean *right* now. * Adam examines Jel's arm. "Damn. You're right. Well that'll definitely have to get fixed first." * Alranis takes a drink. * Adam finishes with the last of Jel's cuts, then hands him the mug." Drink up. You'll need it when I set that arm." * Adam heads back to the kitchen. * Jelarthna grimaces and downs the contents of the mug. Then he gasps and closes his eyes for a moment. * Adam returns from the kitchen carrying the making of a splint. He sets them down on the floor, then places his hand on Jelarthna's forehead, and holds his medallion again. * Zoya sets the brick on a table near Jelarthna and Adam, then crosses over to Jaret. * Alranis looks appraisingly at Jelarthna. He scratches at what passes for his beard and takes a sip. * Jaret de-zones out and has a sip of his wine. <Jelarthna> ::slump; snore:: <Zoya> Let me have a look at that scratch. * Adam takes Jel's left arm in his hands, takes a few moments positioning it, and himself. <Jaret> ::waves his hand modestly:: Don't worry about it. As I mentioned, it's fairly shallow, and doesn't need to be fussed over. Thank you, however. Your attentions are most graciously appreciated. <Adam> Stranger, and Zoya to for that matter. Could you come hold him in this chair. I don't want him moving and I'm going to need both my hands. <Zoya> ::suspiciously:: You just put him out, didn't you? He won't be moving. <Adam> Ever heard of physics? <Zoya> Besides, ::gesturing to Jaret:: this one doesn't seem to believe in infected wounds or demons with poison claws. * Jaret coughs again into his hand, and wipes a thread of blood from the corner of his mouth. Trust me. I'll be fine. <Adam> Well I was planning on looking at those once I got this arm set. * Alranis narrows his eyes. "If you want, I suppose I could." He sets his mug down, and sidles over. "The name's Al, by the way." <Adam> Thanks Al. Just hold him up against the back of the chair. <Zoya> ::glances at Al:: He looks strong enough to manage. Jelarthna's not a big elf. ::turns back to Jaret:: Off with the shirt, m'lord. * Alranis hold Jelarthna up against the chair, as directed. <Jaret> ::shakes his head again, a sheen of perspiration on his forehead glinting in the light:: Lady, I assure you, I'll manage just fine. Really. 'Twas a vicious beast, but in the end he fell. * Adam begins to set Jel's arm, about a minute later he's done and begins to splint the arm. <Adam> Thank you Al. <Zoya> ::looks Jaret over steadily:: Yes, he did, and we're all very grateful to you, but you *are* showing some signs of something, and I'd just as soon check it, if you don't mind. * Adam finishes splinting the arm. * Jelarthna snaps rigid when his arm is set, but refrains from struggling or crying out. <Adam> Now Jaret, sit down in this chair and remove that shirt before I have to ensorcel you as well. <Jaret> ::stifles another cough:: No, it shan't be necessary. But thank you again. ::looks around a little confusedly:: Isn't someone supposed to be boiling some water? <Zoya> If that so-called scratch is infected, I'll start boiling some water right away. Take your shirt off before we have to hold you down, too. * Adam walks over to Jaret making sure to take maximum advantage of the height difference. "Humor me Jaret." * Jaret gets a little wild-eyed. "Hold me down?! What sort of indifference is this? When can a man, who is to say, another whence who comes? Take care for the elves are cunning, and the tea is cold!" ::slumps sideways in his stool, the goblet of wine tipping over on the counter:: <Zoya> The tea is...? Delirious. I'll get some water boiling in case you have to lance that wound. * Adam catches Jaret and carries him over to the other chair, depositing him much as he did Jel. Adam then removes Jaret's shirt so he can see the wound. <Jelarthna> ::looks at Jaret:: He sounds pretty bad. It's probably poison. * Zoya ducks around the bar and heads for the kitchen. She's in therefor all of ten seconds before there is a loud THUMP and she yells, "Fantastic!" * Adam walks back to the bar and refills the mug he was using earlier. <Adam> Hurry up with that water Zoya! * Alranis heads back to his stool, watching the proceedings. * Zoya comes back out of the kitchen carrying a teakettle that's still whistling. * Adam begins cleaning Jaret's wounds. <Jaret> ::mumble mumble:: "The fish may be biting but is that any excuse for the weather? Why not engage them on the hill, you'll take them by surprise... <Zoya> That kitchen is *wonderful*! ::She sets the teakettle down by Adam and takes the lid off, then hands him a remarkably clean bandage:: Be careful, that's still boiling a bit. <Adam> Zoya. Could you get me a good sharp knife. I want to make sure we've got the majority of this out. * Zoya pulls a thin-bladed knife from her belt, examines it, pulls a whetstone from a pocket, and sharpens the knife a bit. She picks the kettle back up and pours a bit of water over the blade to clean it off, then hands it to Adam:: * Jelarthna watches with concern. * Zoya firmly turns away from the proceedings. <Zoya> I just can't stand watching surgery. * Adam takes the knife and opens the flesh around Jaret's wounds to encourage bleeding, then resumes cleaning the wound. <Jelarthna> ::starting to look like he has some real idea what is going on around him now:: Zoya? Are you okay? <Jaret> ::a runny black liquid seeps out of Jaret's wounds, and evaporates before it touches the floor:: * Adam bandages Jaret's wound. <Zoya> ::without turning around to look:: If he's delirious already, the poison is probably pretty far advanced. You'll need to either magic him yourself or get him to a good cleric, and within the hour. <Zoya> ::to Jel:: I'm fine. I just can't stand watching.... that. * Adam hands the mug to Jaret. "It'll go easier if you have some of this." <Jelarthna> I can understand ::oof, grunt:: that. * Jaret is out like a light. * Adam places his hand over the bandage, holds his medallion, and begins muttering to himself. A white glow begins to emanate from beneath the bandage, then begins to work outward in a tracery, almost as if it were following Jaret's blood vessels and nerves. <Jelarthna> ::looks at Adam:: Is he going to be all right? * Zoya sneaks a quick glance, then turns back as she realizes Jaret isn't being carved on anymore. * Adam ignores Jel and continues muttering. <Zoya> That looks really neat. Wish I could do that. <Zoya> ::glances up at Al:: Thanks for helping out. <Jelarthna> Sometimes I feel the same. <Zoya> It's not really like this all the time. * Jelarthna looks over at Al, as if seeing him for the first time. * Adam stops muttering and the glow slowly fades. Adam has broken out in a cold sweat. * Alranis shrugs, and takes another sip. <Jelarthna> Oh, hello. ::tries to bow from the chair, and bumps his broken arm against the chair:: <Jelarthna> Ow! <Jaret> ::Jaret's eyes flutter open, and he takes a deep, shuddering breath. He sits up and looks around:: Jelarthna, Adam, are you all right? <Zoya> ::holds out her hand:: Zoya Natovna. You said you were... Al? <Jelarthna> ::wincing:: I'm okay, Jaret. Thank you for taking care of my friend out there. * Adam moves over to Jelarthna. "Sit still you fool, or it will never heal." <Jelarthna> ::wincing:: I'm okay, Jaret. Thank you for taking care of my friend out there. * Alranis shakes her hand. "It's short for Alranis, but yeah." <Jaret> :: dips in a short bow to Jelarthna:: 'Twas the least I could do. <Jelarthna> ::ruefully:; Sorry, I haven't been hurt this bad for a very long time. <Zoya> ::glances back at Jelarthna:: If you'd have gone FIRST... <Jelarthna> It was me he was after. I couldn't let you stay behind to deal with that. * Adam places his hand on Jel's arm and repeats what he did to Jaret. This time however the glow seems to highlight the bones in Jel's arm, as well as his blood vessels and nerves. <Zoya> If he was after you, he wasn't going to do anything to me once you were gone. Actually, he showed up while he had you tranced, and we had a lovely chat. I doubt his reaction would've been as... forceful, if he'd found only me. <Zoya> And there's still that... ::looks around to make sure the brick is still there:: That focus, to get rid of. <Jelarthna> Yes, there is that. I encountered him before I left, and he's the one who broke my arm. But he seemed to be getting increasingly unstable. <Jaret> ::stands and walks over to Adam:: Adam, are *you* all right? You look a little unsteady... * Adam ignores Jaret as he ignored Jel and continues muttering. He's definitely showing signs of extreme fatigue. <Jelarthna> I managed to take that brick before I left though. By the way, he created that pocket plane with the help of it's power, which is why your device read it everywhere in there. * Adam finally stops muttering and collapses on his rump. <Jaret> ::holds Adam in a more-or-less upright sitting position:: Adam?! <Jelarthna> ::looks with concern:: Are you okay? * Adam decides to crash the rest of the way to the floor, stopping long enough to make certain he's not going to land on anything. <Zoya> Exhausted, I suspect. Does he usually stay here? <Jaret> ::Jaret gives up trying to keep Adam's torso up and instead at least catches his head before it bounces off the floor:: * Adam waves a hand. "Just VERY tired. And hungry. Zoya, I don't suppose there was a cooked horse or anything in the kitchen. * Jelarthna winces, and starts to get up to help, then looks very dizzy and thinks better of it. * Alranis takes a sip, watching the proceedings carefully. <Zoya> There was *everything* in that kitchen. ::heads for the kitchen purposefully, and returns momentarily with a plate heaped with bits of cheese, fruit, and meats:: <Zoya> Eat slowly. <Jaret> ::Jaret rests Adam's head carefully on the floor:: Well, if you're *sure* you're going to be all right as long as you get something to eat... * Adam manages to sit up again and begins shoveling food away like he'd never seen any before. <Adam> Fruit Juice would be good to if you can cajole any out of the taps. * Jelarthna looks impressed <Zoya> ::tosses her hands in the air:: I tried. If he gets a stomach-ache, it won't be *my* fault. * Zoya looks over the array of taps. <Zoya> This could take months of mapping before I found any juice. * Adam slows his eating pace down some, but is still putting it away fairly fast. <Jelarthna> Have the mugs do it! They might know where the juice is! <Adam> Just ask the mugs. ::Raises his voice.:: And they'd better be cooperative. <Zoya> ::shrugs and turns back to the taps:: Okay, which one of you wants to volunteer to find some *un*fermented fruit juice for Adam? <Jaret> ::Jaret picks up the torn remains of his fine shirt and sighs:: Well, I suppose it can be replaced. ::he fishes the black ribbon out from it and re-ties it around his arm. The shirt he folds up and places into the Hall's fireplace, after mournfully smoothing out the wrinkles on it first.:: <Adam> ::One of the mugs jumps up and down enthusiastically. The other's look at it as if Yb had just walked onto the Hall.:: <Zoya> Well, get to it, then. I'll even carry you over there once you find something. <Adam> ::The mug races under a tap, and jumps up and down pointing.:: <Zoya> Okay, okay... ::Zoya puts one hand firmly on the mug to stop it from jumping, and pulls the tap:: <Jelarthna> Jaret, please allow me to replace that shirt for you. I feel responsible for it, and I'd like to repay you for your help. <Adam> ::What appears to be orange juice (with pulp even) pours out of the tap and into the mug:: * Zoya sniffs delicately, then takes a sip of the juice to make sure it is what it appears to be, then fills the mug the remainder of the way and carries it over to Adam. <Zoya> Here. Drink SLOWLY. <Jaret> ::waves off Jelarthna:: No, it was my poor parrying that allowed the blow to get through. Not your fault in the least. However, if you do ever think that you might run into these infernal foes again, let me know. I'll collect repayment from them. ::grins, half mischievously, half maliciously:: * Adam takes the mug, and begins to drain it's contents. At Zoya's admonishment he slows down, finishing off the last of the food between gulps. <Jaret> [it's like eating with Braz at the Caf...] <Zoya> ::sighs:: You're not married are you? I'd hate to send you home to her with the stomach full of gas you're likely to have... <Adam> [Exactly. :)] <Jelarthna> Very well, but please let me know if there's ever anything I can help you with. And if my old friend is still alive, I'm sure there will be more action to come. <Jaret> ::sweeps a bow (with a slight wince)to Jelarthna:: That I will! <Jelarthna> ::mutters:: I just wish I could remember his name... * Adam laughs wholeheartedly. "Trust me. I've been down this road enough times to know it won't be a problem. And in answer to your question, I'm not married or even spoken for at the moment." <Jelarthna> Adam, let me thank you as well. I might not have pulled through but for your aid. * Adam shakes his head. "Moon Dancer would have had my hide if I'd let a patron die on the hearth. Though I'd appreciate some warning the next time your friend is in town." <Zoya> Well, since you're burnt out, Adam, I guess I'll take care of this. ::picks up the brick-focus:: As long as I can get a good night's sleep, I can take care of it in the morning. ::scratching the faerie-dragon's chin:: Think you can stand another night's watch? <Jaret> Let me add my thanks to those of Jelarthna. If you ever need a favour, please do not hesitate to ask. <Jelarthna> Zoya, before you leave, may I speak to you for a moment? <Zoya> Certainly. * Adam nods to Jaret. "I value your friendship Jaret." <Adam> Zoya. If you want I can take care of it in a day or two. I can't actually destroy it, but I should be able to return it to it's original state. <Jelarthna> First, let me thank you deeply for going with me in the first place. If I had been alone, I certainly would not have survived. <Zoya> Well, ::sheepishly:: if it wasn't for me, we probably wouldn't have gone through that portal in the first place. <Adam> [That's right you crazy nut case. :) ] <Jelarthna> ::smile:: Actually, I probably would have gone anyway. I have something of a dangerous curiosity streak, myself. <Zoya> ::grin:: Well, that's all right, then. <Jelarthna> Also, I'd like you to take this. ::He presses something small into her hands:: As a token of my thanks. It is more than it appears to be. <Zoya> This isn't ::she looks down at it:: - I can't take this, Jelarthna. <Jelarthna> Please. <Jelarthna> If nothing else, he'll be after you now, too. And I'll feel better knowing that she's watching over you. * Zoya appears about to protest, but caves in at the last remark. <Zoya> ::sighing:: All right. But you'll have to tell me about her, sometime. <Jaret> :;studiously ignores the private conversation, righting his goblet and sending it over towards the kitchen:: <Jelarthna> ::smiles wistfully:: I will, sometime. I think it's been dragged up to be a little too fresh right now. * Adam levers himself back to his feet, groaning loudly. <Zoya> ::A thin chain slips from Zoya's hand, and she pulls it over her head, quickly tucking the locket on the chain under her shirt.:: Yes, I understand. <Jaret> :helps Adam onto his feet:: Here. <Adam> Thank you Jaret. * Adam stretches. <Zoya> Well. A busy night, and since I seem to have lost a week somewhere, I'm behind on my planning... <Adam> All right everyone, last call. Drinks are on the house tonight. * Jelarthna levers himself to a standing position with his right arm, and groans slightly. * Adam moves back behind the bar. <Jaret> [zoya *plans*?!] * Alranis drains his mug, unfolds himself from the stool. "I'd best be pushing off, the night is yet young." <Adam> Jelarthna, you're welcome to spend the night here if you wish. It's the most secure place in town that I know of. * Alranis looks around. "Interesting place. Might even be worth visiting again." <Jelarthna> Thank you for the offer, Adam. I think it's probably best that I take you up on that. <Jaret> ::raises a hand to the departing Alranis:: Good night! Please do come again. Tonight was an unusual night, indeed. <Zoya> ::shooting a sharp look at Al:: I don't suppose you'd be willing to walk me partway home? If you're a... night person, I may have an interesting proposition for you. <Adam> Good night Al. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Zoya's comment:: * Alranis shrugs towards Zoya. "A slight delay wouldn't inconvenience me." <Zoya> I won't keep you too long; I've had a tiring day, myself. <Alranis>At your convenience, then. * Zoya departs with Alranis, reaching into her sleeve. "Have you ever seen... <Adam> [chuckle] <Jelarthna> Goodnight! <Jaret> I should be going home as well. I need another shirt, at the very least. ::turns and bows to the remaining Patrons:: Good evening, all.:: turns and heads out the Hall, turning in a different direction than Zoya and Alranis:: <Jelarthna> Goodnight! <Adam> All right Jelarthna, let's go upstairs and find you a room. <Jelarthna> Ah yes, thank you. * Adam walks over to Jelarthna, and helps him to his feet. * Adam helps Jelarthna up the stairs. |
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