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* Drach unlocks the Hall door, enters, and deposits the key in his pocket. He stumps over to the counter, and settles on a stool. <Drach> Hall's open. * Alranis slips in the door, as scruffy as ever. He looks around the Hall briefly, then settles on a stool at one end of the bar. * Alranis peers at Drach. "Haven't seen you before. A glass of beer. Weider's, if you've got it." * Drach shrugs. "Your call." He dispenses a mug and sets it in front of Al. * Philister walks in the door and ambles to a stool. A half-eaten turkey leg is in one hand. He hoists himself onto a stool and gnaws a bit of meat off the leg. "Evening, Drach. Mug of meade, please." * Bai enters through the front/side door and heads towards the bar. He leans his staff against the wall and sits down on a stool. * Zoya comes through the front door and pulls the hood from her head. The white streak in her hair spans two thumbwidths now. She spies Alranis and heads for him. <Zoya> I'm glad you're here. <Bai> Hello Drach. Got you working the bar again I see. * Drach blows the dust out of a mug, wipes it out with a rag, and hunts through the taps for a moment. He dispenses some liquid, and sets it in front of Philister. * Zoya nods affably to Drach. * Drach shrugs at Bai. "I'm not quite ready to retire. This is a nice part-time job." <Philister> Thanks. ::drinks some of the meade and has some more of the turkey leg:: * Alranis nods at Zoya. "Any luck?" <Zoya> I'm in an adventurous mood tonight - surprise me. * Bai thinks for a moment, "Sembian White please." <Zoya> ::to Alranis:: Yes. Can you be ready to go tomorrow? * Drach looks sidelong at Zoya. "If you're sure..." He rummages around among the taps, and settles on one small, nondescript dispenser. The mug which is placed near Zoya is giving off a frightful greenish vapor. * Alranis shrugs. "Yeah. I'm, ah, between things at the moment. * Philister sips some more meade and scoots away from Zoya & her vapors. * Drach fills a glass for Bai, and passes it to him. <Bai> Thank you, ::sips his wine:: * Zoya picks up the mug, grinning, and examines it carefully (holding it up to the slight, sniffing at the vapor) before taking a timid sip. Her eyes screw up and her jaw clenches. <Bai> [Ten to one she likes it] <Zoya> That's... That's, ah... different. How about something more *pleasant*, like that blue stuff the other guy gave me. <Jelarthna> ::The door opens slowly, and Jelarthna glides in, seeming to walk almost too carefully.:: * Drach blinks. "What blue stuff? I need a little more information than that." <Jelarthna> ::His arm has a fresh splint and sling, but his limp and most of the visible bruises are gone.:: <Zoya> Um... It was really thick, and sweet, and a little tangy... Um... ::frowns trying to think of a way to describe the drink:: * Jelarthna carefully bows to the people in the room. <Bai> Hello Jelarthna. What happened to your arm? <Jelarthna> Good evening, everyone. ::blinks a couple of time and squints at Bai:: <Jelarthna> Bai! You're here! I've been looking for you! <Bai> That's how you broke your arm? * Drach narrows his eye thoughtfully, and peers at the taps. Looks at one of the mugs as if to ask, "Any ideas?" The mug shrugs. <Jelarthna> ::looks around quickly:: Philister! You too! * Drach tests a couple taps, then dispenses a small amount of blue liquid into a shot glass. "Is this it?" He hands it to Zoya. <Jelarthna> ::to Bai:: Just a tussle with an old enemy, listen, do either of you know about Sealgair showing up again? * Drach whips around, staring at Jelarthna. "He... returned?" * Jelarthna moves closer to the bar, again walking very smoothly, no bounce in his step whatsoever. * Alranis takes a sip of his beer. * Zoya takes the shotglass and sips. She immediately gasps and puts one hand in front of her mouth. <Bai> I've run into him. ::points to the mantle:: Seems like things have been rectified though I haven't heard the story myself. <Jelarthna> ::blinks at Drach:: Drach! You're here too! Yes, he's back! <Jelarthna> ::to Bai:: Really? How? When? Who was involved? <Zoya> ::gasping:: Nope... Interesting flavor, but that's *definitely* not it... ::notices that Drach is preoccupied and sits down next to Alranis with her shotglass of mouthwash:: <Bai> I don't know, but his swords disappeared about the time he showed up, and they're back now, even if they are looking the worse for wear. <Drach> I'd thought he'd left... I'd like to hear the tale. :: turns back to the taps, but he's obviously still paying attention to Jelarthna. :: <Jelarthna> ::looks over at Zoya with concern:: Are you okay? Has anything...been sent after you? * Drach pokes around among the taps and comes up with another shot glass. The liquid looks the same. :This one?" <Zoya> ::to Jelarthna:: Not that I know of. Is it likely? <Zoya> ::to Drach:: No... It was a darker blue, and much thicker. <Jelarthna> ::looks over the mantle at the swords:: I saw him in here a couple of weeks ago. He seemed almost to materialize inside the Hall, and he didn't remember anything! * Drach pokes around a little more, and comes up with a much more viscous liquid. "How about this one?" <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: I'm afraid so. Please be careful. I caught something following you last week and chased it off. * Jelarthna seats himself carefully at the bar and scratched his head with his free hand. <Bai> Really we need to find someone who actually knows what happened. Yet another reason to find Moon Dancer. <Zoya> Really? From that charming gentleman? I appreciate it. But I'm headed for the Tower tomorrow, and I very much doubt that anything chasing me will be able to get past its defenses. <Jelarthna> ::sit up straighter at Bai's comment:: Is he back? * Alranis cocks an eyebrow, listening to Zoya and Jelarthna. <Zoya> ::to Drach, taking the new shotglass:: It definitely looks like it. ::she sips:: MMmmmm. Perfect. * Drach draws a full glass for her, lingers by the tap for a moment, then perches himself on his stool again. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: I wouldn't be too sure. Remember what he did when he got a hold of a piece of the Tower before. <Bai> I haven't been able to find him, but that really doesn't mean anything. <Zoya> ::to Drach:: Does it have a name, so next time I can ask for it? ::to Jel:: He got ahold of a chunk that had already fallen off. Trust me, I've been investigating the Tower for some time, and I'm pretty sure a summoned creature won't be able to break in after me. I'll keep my eyes open, though. * Alranis interjects his scratchy voice. "And who is this you're asking about?" <Jelarthna> I was trying to find anyone who actually knew him, but I've had some trouble getting around, because of my wounds, and the cat and mouse game I'm playing with the fellow that did this. ::points to broken arm:: <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: Please do. Don't hesitate to call on me for aid. I suspect he's more than a little afraid of me now. <Bai> Jelarthna, the first rule of playing cat and mouse is that the cat always wins. <Drach> Um, I'm not sure that it does have a name, Zoya. <Zoya> Speaking of your arm, why haven't you taken it to the priests, yet? A devotional donation has got to be easier to bear than that splint. <Jelarthna> ::smiles grimly to Bai:: We're taking turns. * Drach looks curiously at Jel's arm. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: I have. They can't do anything with it. <Zoya> ::blinking in surprise:: Really? That's odd. Why not? * Lion enters and crosses the common room to take a seat at the bar. <Jelarthna> ::shrugs:: I don't know. I really only know how to bind wounds. <Jelarthna> ::noticed Lion as he gets close, and jumps up:: Lion! * Lion waves. "Evening all." * Drach flexes his hands speculatively, peering carefully at Jelarthna's arm. <Bai> Evening Lion. <Zoya> ::sips her syrup:: This is great stuff. I wonder if I should bring some with me tomorrow... <Drach> Good even, sir. * Zoya nods absently in Lion's direction, not really noticing the bandage over his eyes. * Lion turns to Drach. "An ale, please?" <Jelarthna> Lion, did you know that Sealgair was back? He's lost his memory or something and I've been trying to find people that he knew to try and help him. * Drach dispenses a mug and hands it to Lion. "Here ya are." * Philister polishes off the last of his turkey leg and washes it down with a few thorough gulps of meade from his mug. "Ah. Hit the spot." * Alranis takes a sip of his beer. * Lion turns to Jel, after taking his mug. * Jelarthna pants slightly, obviously talking a little too much and fast. <Lion> Thank you. ::to Drach:: Uh. I believe he's been and gone again. ::to Jel:: <Jelarthna> ::to Lion:: Can you tell me what happened? Is he okay? * Drach grumbles, "At least someone could've told *me* he was back..." <Jelarthna> ::looks hurt at Drach:: I tried... * Drach shrugs. "I'll meet him again, eventually. <Zoya> ::to Alranis:: Do you know who they're talking about? * Philister hops off the stool. He pulls a chair over toward the fireplace. He settles down in the chair, pulls a battered cigar out of a pouch, lights it, and sits back, a contented smile on his face, the smoke lazily drifting up the chimney. <Lion> I don't really know much about it, Jel. ::shrugs:: <Zoya> [Hey, S'ay told Lion the whole story!] <Bai> [I still like Lion proclaiming that he saw bright lights coming from the Hall.] <Jelarthna> <sighs> Can you tell me who might know, then? <Lion> [and my typing isn't currently up to the retelling] <Philister> ::a winged serpent forms out of the smoke and spirals erratically up the chimney:: <Lion> Hm, maybe S'ayad'i or MD. :: sips his ale:: * Jelarthna looks slightly frustrated. <Bai> Why is no one ever around when I'm looking for them? <Alranis> No idea. :: sips his beer :: <Jelarthna> Well, thanks Lion. I haven't seen Moon Dancer in ages. Hopefully S'ayad'i will show up someday soon. <Jelarthna> :: to Lion:: Uh, listen, would you be able to fix elven chain? * Bai sips his wine, "We can probably find her over at the Dragon." <Jelarthna> ::to Bai:: I know how you feel! <Lion> Yeah, sure, no problem. ::smiles at Jel and takes sip:: <Jelarthna> ::relaxes a bit:: Wonderful! It got torn up pretty badly, and you're the only one I could think of who might be able to repair it. When would you like me to bring it by? <Jelarthna> ::to Bai:: Think so? I guess that would make sense. Thanks for the tip. <Lion> The sooner the better. Jel. I may need to leave for a while and if I do, it will be soon. ::grimaces and sips his ale:: * Philister blows another plume of smoke toward the fireplace and smiles, fat & happy. <Jelarthna> Really? Might I ask where you're going? <Lion> Out of town on...uh, family business, you might say. <Jelarthna> ::grins:: Okay, I won't pry any further. * Alranis finishes his beer, and pushes the mug across the counter for another. * Drach fills the mug and pushes it back. <Jelarthna> ::realizes he doesn't have a drink:: Drach, would you get me something strong that isn't mule kick, please? * Lion sips his ale. * Drach shrugs, points at Zoya, and comments "You might want to ask her before trusting to luck." <Zoya> ::chuckle:: He's right, Jelarthna. You'd best be specific with him. * Drach hunts around in the taps a bit, and comes up with a shot glass of a clear liquid. <Philister> ::over one shoulder, to Jelarthna:: Try the Moonshaen whisky. It's quite pleasant. <Drach> This is one if you want to try it. <Bai> Just don't ask for water. <Jelarthna> ::grins:: It's okay, I definitely feel like having something strong tonight. And if mule kick didn't *quite* kill me, anything shouldn't be too bad. <Jelarthna> What's wrong with the water? * Bai chuckles, "Let's just say it dragged my hangover out for a week." * Alranis snickers. "Fish make love in it. What of it?" * Drach hands the glass to Jelarthna. <Lion> ["Gaway, you bother me, boy."] <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: Two nay-sayers! I thought water was your favorite, Bai. ::takes the drink from Drach:: <Bai> Depends on the circumstances. <Bai> [Translation, depends on the barkeep.] <Jelarthna> [heh] <Drach> [*this* barkeep can be trusted about as far as he can be thrown. Which is to say not very... .-) ] * Jelarthna takes a sip from the glass, and his cheeks get slightly rosy moments afterward. He seems to relax a little bit, revealing some tension that wasn't evident previously. * Jelarthna takes another sip, then another, and the glass in drained fairly quickly. <Jelarthna> ::after about a minute, Jelarthna gets a strange look on his face and belches a two foot tongue of flame, narrowly avoiding Zoya and Drach. * Zoya jumps back a bit. <Jelarthna> Excuse me! ::looks embarrassed:: * Lion leans back, eyebrows appearing above the blindfold in surprise. * Jelarthna belches a longer flame, quickly directing it away from his friends., but he accidentally scorches a stray mug on the counter. * Bai sighs and has another sip of his wine. * Philister prepares to take cover if Jelarthna should start facing his direction. * Drach comforts the mug with a quick buff from his dishrag. <Jelarthna> Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean that, honest! <Zoya> ::laughing:: You were warned about being specific, Jelarthna... <Jelarthna> ::grins ruefully:: I guess so. Still, it was a good drink. ::to Drach:: How about some of the stuff Philister suggested? What was it again? <Philister> ::from behind the chair:: Moonshaen whisky. * Drach shrugs, pokes through the taps, and hands a filled shot glass to Jelarthna. "Here you go." <Jelarthna> Ah! Thank you. ::looks hard at Phil:: This isn't going to end up being some sort of prank is it? * Philister stands up and walks to the bar. "Nope. I'll have one with you to prove it." * Alranis takes a sip from his beer <Philister> Can you pour me some Moonshaen whisky, Drach? * Drach looks at Philister for a moment, shrugs, and fetches another glass. <Jelarthna> Allrighty then! Let us drink to...something to drink about! ::pats Phil on the shoulder and takes a swallow:: * Lion sips his ale. * Philister slams back the shotglass and grins up at Jelarthna. "See? Nothing to... worry about?" Phil sits down on the floor quite suddenly. "Whoa." <Jelarthna> ::sucks some air, and steadies himself on the bar:: Aaahh! <Jelarthna> ::squints down at Philister and blinks:: You okay? * Zoya picks up Phil's abandoned shotglass and sniffs at the remainders. <Philister> Phil's eyes focus somewhere behind Jelarthna's head. "'m okay. Jus' been a while." <Zoya> ::shrug:: Smells OK to me... * Bai sips his wine. * Jelarthna reaches down to offer Phil a hand. * Drach solemnly fills himself a glass, and tosses it back. "I don't see any problems with it." <Philister> [drach wouldn't see any problems with jet fuel, tho] <Jelarthna> ::squints at Zoya, then the shot glass:: <Drach> [this may be true.] * Philister takes Jelarthna's hand and wobbles to his feet. He places a hand on a stool to steady himself. "'m okay! I'm okay." <Jelarthna> You probably won't want another, then? * Philister lets out a small burp and slowly shakes his head from side to side. "Nope. I'll have enough fun stumbling home as it is." <Jelarthna> Well, then! I shall give you a hand when you leave! If I can walk when I leave, that is. * Philister burps slightly again. "Shure, shure shure. Soun's good." ::leans on the stool and blinks owlishly up at Jelarthna:: <Jelarthna> Speaking of which, I'd like some...oh, anyone else have a suggestion? ::looks around expectantly:: * Zoya hefts her mug. "This stuff - whatever it is - is pretty tasty! * Drach says, with a straight face, "Mule kick." <Philister> [more straight than usual, or regular straight-faced?] <Bai> Mist of the Peaks maybe. <Jelarthna> ::looks at Drach almost soberly:: No. <Drach> [more than usual.] <Jelarthna> How about the stuff Zoya had> Whazz is it? * Drach shrugs. "I'm not sure it has a name." He fills a glass with a blue, viscous substance, and passes it to Jelarthna. * Jelarthna eyes the blue stuff curiously, then shrugs and takes a swallow. * Philister quietly stares at his knuckles. * Zoya grins. <Zoya> Isn't it *great*? <Jelarthna> ::blinks:: Wow! It's like...like...really sweet! <Zoya> Yeah! Last time I had a glass of this stuff, I managed to stay up for the next twenty hours! I got *tons* of work done! <Jelarthna> ::looks slightly apprehensive:: I don't know that I want to stay awake that long... <Bai> [All this from the comment, "As long as it's green on top."] * Lion finishes his ale. * Jelarthna finishes off the blue drink anyway. * Philister espies his half-full mug of meade across the room, and starts the journey towards it. * Jelarthna blearily watches Phil's progress with fascination. <Philister> ::step step step. tilt sway stop. step.:: <Jelarthna> S'like watching a drunk little guy going across a room... * Philister eventually makes his way to the chair his meade is at and collapses into it. He hesitatingly fumbles around in his pockets, pulls out a small white object, and pops it into his mouth:: * Zoya finishes her blue goo and absently runs her finger along the inside of the glass to get the last of the syrup. <Jelarthna> ::with some reluctance:: I'd probabably not better have drink any more. * Philister sits up a little straighter in the chair, and his eyes seem to be focusing more accurately as time passes:: * Philister spits out the object, now a disconcerting brownish color, and flicks it into the fireplace. He stands back up and heads toward the bar. While he's still stumbling along, it's not nearly as bad as before. <Zoya> ::to Alranis:: Oh, I almost forgot: Is there any equipment you'd like me to bring? * Lion fingers a folded parchment in his shirt pocket. "I think I better be going..." <Philister> Good night, Lion. Take care. <Lion> Good night all. ::stands and nods to everyone:: * Alranis shrugs. "Nothing in particular. I have what *I* need. A length of rope if you're particular might be a good idea. <Jelarthna> Guh-uh- G'night Lion. I'll be by tomorrow. <Lion> See you then, Jel. ::makes his way across the common room:: * Zoya waves goodbye to Lion, still unaware of his handicap. <Bai> Goodnight Lion. * Drach waves at Lion as he departs. * Lion disappears out into the night. <Zoya> ::to Al:: Particular? Particular about what? Why would I need rope in a tower? * Alranis grins. "Rope's always handy. Some people prefer silk, or elven, line. I'm partial to my own braided stuff." <Jelarthna> ::watches Lion leave and shakes his head:: Now that's a pretty amazing guy. <Zoya> ::shrugs:: Rope. Okay, I can bring some rope. <Alranis> I mean, I have plenty, but if you have particular tastes, you should bring your own. <Philister> [doesn't the talk about a person's favorite taste in ropes belong on wcv?] <Zoya> [LOL] <Drach> [I'm *not* going to answer that, since any answer that spewed forth would likely knock the conversation a notch deeper into the sewers... ;-) <Jelarthna> [wheeee!!!] <Zoya> Oh, particular taste in ropes. I'll bring some lightweight stuff. * Philister sips some of his meade. <Alranis> It's all a matter of taste and use, I suppose. <Jelarthna> ::looks somewhat blearily at Drach, and shift uncomfortably:: Could I have some water, please? <Zoya> ::shrug:: I'll trust you to bring whatever you'll need, then. * Bai puts his face in his hands and groans. * Drach looks at Jelarthna probingly, then fetches a glass of clear liquid. <Jelarthna> [yes, he forgot...] <Jelarthna> ::trying to look like he's not listening to Zoya and Alranis' conversation, he gulps down some water:: * Alranis takes a sip of his beer. * Jelarthna seems almost to stiffen up slightly after a couple of minutes, and drinks the rest of the water. * Philister watches Jelarthna curiously. * Jelarthna carefully shifts his broken arm, and grimaces as he does so. Afterward, he's very quiet and doesn't move for a short time, just breathes carefully. <Jelarthna> ::straightens up, and puts on a slightly-too-broad smile. <Philister> Jelarthna? How're you feeling? <Jelarthna> ::to Phil:: Fine, <Jelarthna> ::pauses:: I just haven't drunk like that for a long time. * Philister grins. "You can do worse things to yourself. Still want to stumble most of the way to the Barrelstone with me? <Jelarthna> Sure! I'm up for that. * Alranis drains his mug, and pushes it across to Drach. * Drach prepares to fill the mug. * Philister has the rest of his meade and sighs contentedly. * Alranis shakes his head. "No more, I've had enough, thanks." * Zoya pushes her blue-goo glass across the bar. <Zoya> I'd better head on back to my place and do some packing... See what I need to pick up at the market tomorrow. Where shall I meet you, Al? * Bai finishes his wine. * Alranis shrugs. "Doesn't matter. Pick a place." Looks around. "In front of this joint might be a good start." * Drach gathers the various glasses, mugs, etc, and puts them behind the counter. They start scurrying towards the kitchen. <Zoya> All right. See you here tomorrow afternoon, then. * Jelarthna carefully pushed himself upright, and sucks in his breath slightly when he steps to the floor a little too hard. * Jelarthna puts a small purse on the counter. * Philister puts his mug down on the counter and moves to Jelarthna. "Ready?" <Jelarthna> Good night, Drach. See you later. <Drach> Good night. Safe trip home. <Jelarthna> Good luck to you, Zoya. And you also, Alranis. <Zoya> Good night, all! Thanks, Jelarthna. * Bai places a coin on the bar. <Jelarthna> ::to Phil:: Yup! Leave us leave! * Alranis waves as he slips into the night * Zoya pulls her hood back up and leaves. * Jelarthna glides across the floor to the door, and walks out behind Phil. * Bai picks up his staff and heads up the stairs. * Drach gathers the coins, and heads into the kitchen for a little cleaning. After a quick mopping and wipedown, he locks the door, and heads off into the kitchen again. |
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