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* Rhys walks out of the back room to the front door and unlocks it with his silver key. He cracks the door open only slightly, and a cold burst of air whips into the Hall. He frowns and walks back to the stool behind the bar. "Hall's open." * Tyl wanders in to the Hall, cloak away from her face. Her hair has grown back out. * Michelle enters through the front/side door. She's wearing a yellow sweater over a white turtle neck, along with a brown skirt. Her hair hangs loose this evening. Her earring is waning from full. <Rhys> Good evening, miss. Can I get you anything? Mulled wine, perhaps? <Michelle> That sounds lovely. * Michelle sits at the bar. * Zoya comes through the door. Her right arm is still in a sling, but no longer heavily bandaged. The complete exhaustion in her face that has haunted her for the past couple of weeks has mostly faded, leaving her looking merely tired. Her faerie dragon is curled around her neck, chirping softly every few minutes. She heads straight for the fireplace and sits in a deep chair, facing the bar. <Tyl> Good evening... ::makes an elaborate bow:: Might I trouble you for a rum and ice please? * Rhys fetches a wineglass and pours it full of wine. He shakes some spices into the glass, and carefully stirs it with a spoon that was resting on a stone block. "Here you are." <Michelle> ZOYA! What happened to your arm? <Rhys> ::to Tyl:: Of course. ::he starts gathering the glass, rum bottle, and some ice:: And anything for you, High Priestess Natovna? * Eljorin opens the door to the Hall, and is promptly followed by a strong blast of cold air. Eljorin pushes the door closed, and tries to shake off the cold as he walks towards the bar. Oddly, he's dressed in long pants and a thick wool coat, which he hangs over a nearby chair as he makes his way to a barstool. <Rhys> ::sets the rum and ice in front of Tyl:: Here you are, lady. <Tyl> Thank you, dear sir. ::quaffs rum, sets down empty cup:: <Rhys> Good evening, sir. Anything to ward off the cold? * Zoya smiles slightly at Rhys. "That much formality is beyond me, sir. Mulled cider, if you've any warmed. * Jelarthna strides in, looking better than he has for some time. He hangs his cloak on a peg, revealing his still-broken arm. At least the skin looks healthy now... * Tyl turns around and blinks at Eljorin a few times. <Tyl> Well, I guess even *you* feel the cold from time to time. <Eljorin> Well met, all! ::smiles at Rhys's almost telepathic ability to read his mind:: Just what I was hoping for... ::he looks at Rhys closely, and then smiles:: Rhys, was it? It's been awhile, but I rarely forget a face... * Michelle shakes her head, "Jelarthna, why haven't you had a healer fix that arm for you?" <Jelarthna> ::bows to everyone:: Greetings all! ::bows to Zoya:: Good evening m'lady! How are you this evening? <Eljorin> ::looking at Tyl:: Milady Nightstorm! Aye, I do, especially when I've been on the job. <Zoya> ::to Michelle:: Oh, it's just that scratch I got that evening. It's healing up pretty well, actually. My chiurgeon tells me I should be able to take it out of the sling in another few days. <Zoya> ::nods greetings to Tyl and Eljorin:: <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: I have had a couple of healers look at it. The rest of the healing needs to be done on it's own time. I think it had something to do with all of the magic that was involved. ::gets a sour look:: <Rhys> ::coughs quietly to Eljorin:: Would you care for anything in specific...? ::to Jelarthna:: Well met, Jelarthna. Would you like anything to drink? To eat? <Zoya> ::looks up as Jel enters:: Good evening, Jelarthna. How's the arm? <Eljorin> ::looks at Zoya, and frowns:: Whatever caused you to have need of a chiurgeon, milady? <Tyl> Good evening, Zoya. Hmmm. I must have missed something. Everyone else is injured and I've had a lovely vacation... how very odd <Michelle> Well if it starts acting up find me. I'm mostly recovered from everything. ::Shakes a finger at Jel.:: And that goes for you to. * Rhys finishes making Zoya's mulled cider and sends the mug waddling toward her. The mug is sweating slightly under the hot & heavy load. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Demons. Lots and lots of demons. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Rhys:: You're looking much calmer my friend. Thanks for your help. We needed all of our strength on the other side. <Eljorin> ::to Rhys, pondering:: Anything specific? Something warm and substantial would do nicely. Some stew, perhaps, and a glass of warm hard cider if you have it. <Tyl> ::blink:: really? And I thought vampires were bad. * Rhys silently nods to Jelarthna. <Eljorin> ::raises an eyebrow to Zoya:: Demons? In these parts? I've heard some odd things, but nothing about demons! Please, do tell... <Zoya> ::solemnly:: Vampires *are* bad. How goes your quest? Or, was it - your defense against *their* quest? <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: Still broken. ::looks at his arm ruefully:: I suppose it never really had the chance to heal. <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle, chuckling:: Don't worry, I will. * Rhys pours Eljorin a mug of hot cider, and gently swirls the cider around in the mug with the spoon. "Here you are. If you give me a moment, I'll see what I can do about the stew." <Tyl> Well, I went on vacation, and didn't see a one. I suspect they'll be back now that I'm back, but it was nice to have some rest. * Michelle sips her wine. <Eljorin> ::nods as he picks up the glass:: Thank you, good sir. I'm sure this will help warm me while I wait. <Zoya> ::to Jel:: No more odd pain? Or numbness? * Tyl peers into the bottom of her glass. <Michelle> So where did you go on your vacation? <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: No more than it ought to have, or so the priests told me. * Rhys slides the bottle of rum towards Tyl. "I think this will fix it." <Tyl> I went home... ::makes a face:: * Eljorin takes a slow, cautious sip of the cider and listens in on the conversation. <Zoya> ::to El:: Oh, Jelarthna here had an enemy who made some rather ill-advised bargains. Some of us had to set him straight. ::very lighthearted:: <Tyl> Ah, thank you. ::pours herself another drink:: <Jelarthna> ::smiles grimly:: That's one way to put it. <Eljorin> ::to Zoya:: An enemy, who happened to call demons to his aid, and right here in Marsember? Surely, that would have made the rounds of the traders and rumors mills. <Jelarthna> ::looks over at Tyl and Eljorin:: Good evening, Tyl, was it? You look much improved after interesting conversation a while back. * Rhys goes through the kitchen door, and returns shortly thereafter with a large wooden bowl filled with stew (and a spoon), and sets the bowl in front of Eljorin. "Here you are." <Jelarthna> ::to Eljorin:: I don't believe we've met. My name is Jelarthna. ::holds out his good hand:: <Zoya> Well, it wasn't here in Marsember. He was operating out of a... a pocket dimension, of sorts. <Michelle> Well Jelarthna's enemy seemed to have fun playing with pocket dimensions. <Eljorin> ::picks up the bowl and nods to Rhys:: The cider is perfect, Rhys. Many thanks. <Jelarthna> ::nods:: It's something he was very good at. <Eljorin> ::smiles ruefully:: Pocket dimension? <Michelle> Think of it as a god's summer cottage. <Zoya> More precisely, a fold in the space-time-ether continuum. <Tyl> Like a *big* portable hole, no? <Jelarthna> ::grins:: <Jelarthna> Very similar, yes. <Eljorin> ::nods:: And the pocket dimension, this is where the demons were? <Jelarthna> They float about in the Ethereal plane. they're very hard to stumble across if you don't know where they are, so they make excellent hiding places and hideouts. * Eljorin eats a spoonful of stew, and smiles blissfully at the warm meal. <Zoya> ::starts to contradict the portable hole theory, then realizes that the subtle distinctions aren't going to be understood by another but another magical scientist.:: <Michelle> Well, we got attacked on the outskirts of town one day, but yeah, most of the demons were in the pocket dimension. <Jelarthna> Actually, he was summoning them from the Abyss. The pocket dimension was a staging area. He must have had half a dozen semi-permanent portals near the town. I didn't know for sure about this until the end, though. <Rhys> Jelarthna, I'm sure you could use something to eat or drink, especially with that arm still healing. Can I get you anything? * Tyl sips her rum <Eljorin> ::to Michelle:: And no one noticed these demons attacking you outside of town? <Zoya> ::to El:: Now *that* - I'm not sure of. <Eljorin> ::shakes his head dismissively:: Odd. I'm sure I would've heard something. <Zoya> Someone may well have noticed. But no one reported it to the Purple Dragons, at any rate. <Jelarthna> ::smiles warmly to Rhys:: It's kind of nice having people watching out for me all the time. I hope I don't start neglecting myself because of it! ::chuckles:: I'll have some of that delicious stew and a mug of meade, please. * Rhys coughs quietly. "It's not unheard of for this sort of thing to be kept very quiet. The general populace can get quite nervous if they think a hellspawn might up and gate itself into their kitchen or something." * Michelle giggles, "I can just see that." * Rhys gets Jelarthna some meade and, after a quick trip to the kitchen, a bowl of stew. <Tyl> Well, I can see that causing breakfast to be late... <Zoya> ::shrugging:: I went to the 'Dragons and asked. They didn’t say anything to me. <Jelarthna> Ah, thank you! <Jelarthna> ::chuckles at Tyl's comment:: <Eljorin> ::looks at Rhys, and nods as he swallows a mouthful of stew:: Oh, agreed. I'm just surprised that there isn't any sort of peripheral news connected with the incident. Usually, when you have this much magical activity, the unusually cautious and suspicious in town report some odd things, even if they're completely off-base and groundless. ::fills another spoonful of stew, and directs it to his food-hole:: <Michelle> Do you have contacts among the Dragons, or were you just approaching them as a concerned citizen? * Zoya finally picks up the cider at her feet and takes a long drink. "Ah, I needed that." She leans back into her chair and closes her eyes. <Jelarthna> ::to Eljorin:: I don't believe we've met. I'm Jelarthna, might I ask your name, good sir? <Eljorin> ::puts down his mug of cider and smiles to Jel:: Well met, good sir. Eljorin, of the Moonshaes. ::stands and extends his hand:: Well met, indeed. <Zoya> ::to Michelle:: Well, I met the 'Dragon captain a few weeks after I first came to town. Nice fellow. Told them I'd encountered some ugly bits of magic on the outskirts of town and asked if they'd heard anything. <Tyl> Dragon captain? Isn't that that Felis fellow? <Eljorin> ::to Tyl:: No, lass. Felis is the Cap'n of the City Guard. <Tyl> Cops is cops. <Jelarthna> ::stands, looks up a Eljorin, and uses his good hand to shake:: * Michelle sips her wine. <Eljorin> ::shrugs:: In a sense, aye. But some cops are harder to get to look the other way, lass. <Eljorin> ::looks down at Jel, and sits back down:: What did ye do to incur the wrath of a man in league with demons? <Zoya> ::eyes still closed, she shakes her head:: 'Dragon captain is named, ah... Oh, I can't remember. Broad shoulders, black hair... ::she lifts her good arm and traces a line along her cheek:: Coupl'a scars. Handsome, but sort of stuck-up. Like most guards, only more so. <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head ruefully:: It seems now that we've been enemies my entire life. I had a knack for ruining his various schemes over the years. <Zoya> ::opens one eye:: Wasn't in league with demons. He made a deal with Cyric, and Cyric provided the demons. ::closes her eye again:: Dumb. <Eljorin> ::to Zoya:: Truesilver. Ayesunder Truesilver, if I'm not mistaken. <Tyl> Ayesunder? I think I met him <Michelle> First rule of dealing with the devil. Don't. <Zoya> ::waves arm in El's direction:: Sounds right. He told me he'd have his men keep an eye open. ::snorts:: Pompous windbag. Not enough magic in him to detect Blackstaff in his underwear drawer. <Jelarthna> Actually, he was good at handling demons to begin with. I'm really not sure what that Cyric thing was about, but it obviously gave him more power over them. <Eljorin> ::looks at Jel:: So, if I understand ye correctly... ::takes a sip of his cider to wet his whistle:: Ye went and crossed paths with a man who can call upon a deity to request the aid of demons, and the lot of ye went and defeated him and his horde? <Jelarthna> ::thinks for a moment:: I think the deal with Cyric was more ominous than that, but essentially yes. <Tyl> Deals with gods... glad I missed it. <Zoya> ::laughs shortly and holds up what appears to be a holy symbol on a thong around her neck:: We had a deity to call upon, as well. <Eljorin> ::rolls his eyes:: Me da was right, telling me not to mess in the affairs of wizards. ::eats another spoonful of stew:: <Tyl> "for you are crunchy and good with ketchup" Whatever ketchup is. * Michelle sips her wine. <Eljorin> ::looks at Zoya's holy symbol:: Aye? Which would that be, lass? <Zoya> ::opens one eye and grins at Tyl:: I always heard, "...good with gravy." Better alliteration. <Zoya> ::to El:: Erdian. <Jelarthna> And thank goodness he was involved! <Eljorin> ::to Zoya:: Erdian? I haven't heard of... him? Sorry, but is he one of the newer gods, risen after the Times? <Jelarthna> ::sneaks a sugar cube into his had and waves it at Zoya's faerie dragon:: <Zoya> I agree... ::both eyes open and she looks over at Jel:: Got most of my magic back, finally. I was starting to go a little crazy. <Tyl> Erdian's the kender god, s'what I heard * Tyl sips rum <Zoya> ::sits up straighter:: Erdian's new-risen in the last few years. You're looking at his only priest. <Eljorin> ::chokes slightly:: The kender god? <Zoya> ::to Tyl:: No kender yet, thank heavens. Some tinker gnomes, but no kender. <Michelle> What are kender? <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: Good. I haven't really tested mine much, but I can sense that I still can't handle too much. It almost feels like... I don't know, like the places the power flows through are raw and healing. <Tyl> Well, I think he was friends with one, but it might have been "before" <Zoya> ::the faerie dragon leans *way* out on Zoya's shoulder towards the sugar cube, sniffing:: <Jelarthna> High Priestess Zoya!! ::toasts and takes a drink:: * Michelle sips her wine. <Jelarthna> ::stretches a little to put the sugar just within reach:: <Zoya> ::laughs:: High Priestess, indeed. Not to mention lowest acolyte and sweeper-of-garbage. Being the only priest stretches both ways. <Tyl> ::snert:: <Eljorin> ::raises a glass to Zoya, and drinks:: So, Priestess. Who is this Erdian? Why does the name sound oddly familiar? <Zoya> ::the faerie dragon snatches the sugar and scrambles to regain his balance on Zoya's shoulder. Zoya pushes his head away from her ear:: Do you have to crunch so loud? ::it looks up with a hurt expression:: Oh, don't give me that. ::It chirps and goes back to munching:: <Zoya> I don't know where you might have heard the name, Eljorin, but Erdian was once a patron of this Hall. <Jelarthna> ::eats some stew with a thoughtful look on his face:: <Michelle> He probably sounds familiar cause he helped build the Hall as I understand it. <Jelarthna> Or at least he made it what it is today. <Eljorin> ::looks at Michelle:: Helped build the Hall? Perhaps. But, not quite. ::frowns for a few moments, trying to think:: <Jelarthna> He died here in a massive fight a long time ago. He helped defeat some extremely powerful creature. I've heard some about it, but I don't know the details. <Jelarthna> ::still looking somewhat thoughtful:: <Eljorin> That sounds more like the things I've heard. He was a mage of sorts, yes? <Tyl> Um, some sort is a good description, from what I've heard <Jelarthna> ::stops eating long enough to pull out a piece of paper and reads over it, obviously a much repeated task:: <Jelarthna> ::nods distractedly:: He was a wild mage, like Zoya. <Eljorin> ::looks at Zoya, eyes getting slightly wider:: A WILD mage? Really now, lass? <Zoya> ::eyes closed:: Speaking of powerful creatures, Jelarthna... Did you ever hear anything from your friend? <Zoya> ::to El:: Well, I prefer the term "mage of chaos", but yes, that's part of what I do. <Jelarthna> ::tears his eyes away from the parchment:: No, not yet. I suspect it will take a while for him to get back to me, since I was only just able to leave him a message. I can't help but worry, though. <Zoya> ::sighs:: Yes. I hope he's able to find refuge. * Michelle sips her wine. <Jelarthna> Me, too. And I'm worried about something else now. ::to Michelle and Zoya:: Do either of you know where Jaret is? <Eljorin> ::to Z:: Aye, I can imagine, being a new Priestess of a new Order. ::thinks for a moment:: Odd, come to think of it, I haven't met many Priestess who were mages... <Michelle> He was making noises about going on a quest to get a new sword. I really wish he'd let me make one for him, but I can understand why he'd rather quest for it. <Tyl> Well, Codex was sort of close... priest of the magic goddess... remember him? <Zoya> ::shrugs and smiles:: He's a deity of magic. It made sense, I suppose, to chose a mage as his priest. ::to Jel:: Actually, I haven't. <Eljorin> ::shrugs:: Aye, at that, you're right. My apologies. ::drinks some more cider:: <Jelarthna> Hmmm. He left me the sword I'd lent him, and this note. I says something about him having to leave but not being able to take anything except a knife. <Zoya> Nothing to apologize for. It *is* somewhat unusual. <Zoya> ::to Jel:: Does it say where he's going? <Jelarthna> I know he's quick, and I would be surprised if he couldn't fight with a knife, but I can't help but worry a bit. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: No, nothing. <Michelle> My I see? <Eljorin> ::to Tyl:: Aye, I do remember Codex. ::smiles:: That's why I said 'not many'. Codex definitely set my opinions on their ear, as it were... <Jelarthna> ::mutely hands the paper over to Michelle:: <Tyl> I miss him, actually. I wonder where he got off to? * Michelle hungrily reads the note. <Jelarthna> ::blinks:: <Eljorin> ::turns to Zoya as he swallows a mouthful of stew:: So, lass. Priestess. What is it that ye are trying to set as a belief system, being a new church and all? <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: Who was Codex? <Tyl> Oh, he was a halfling friend of mine - a priest of Mystra... but they argued a lot. Sometimes, he would pray to her, and the undead would get even more angry instead of running away <Zoya> ::grins at El:: Thinking of joining? I and my small congregation marvel at the beauty and complexity of the universe. Right now, at least, it's a fairly intellectual little cult. * Michelle begins to hand the note back to Jel, hesitates, then completes the motion, "Don't let me see that note again Jelarthna. I'm not sure if I could resist the temptation." <Jelarthna> That sounds like an interesting relationship. Until recently, I haven't had many dealings with gods. I just figured they'd leave me alone if I left them alone. <Jelarthna> ::takes the note back:: Resist the temptation to do what, Michelle? <Eljorin> ::looks at Jel:: Aye, if ye leave them alone, they'll return the favor. But, they can also save ye hide when you need it most, in my experience. <Michelle> To check up on him, which of course would lead to following him, which of course would lead to interfering in whatever damn-fool quest he's departed on the idiot. <Jelarthna> ::nods to El:: I know that all too well now. But that was also just after a different one made my life a lot worse. <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: You probably shouldn't. I admit to being tempted to check up on him, myself. ::grins ruefully:: His sense of honor could get him in a lot of trouble. <Michelle> Like I said, don't let me see the note. As long as I don't have anything he's left an impression on, I can't find him. <Eljorin> ::shrugs:: Well, Jelarthna. It seems you've had your fill of gods for one life. <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: Okay, I'll try to keep you from temptation. ::grin:: * Zoya chuckles, drains the rest of her cider, and snuggles deeper into the chair. <Jelarthna> ::to El:: Indeed! I suspect it won't be the end of things either. <Eljorin> ::shakes his head sadly:: Unfortunate. ::takes a swig of not-so-hot cider:: <Jelarthna> ::sneaks out another sugar cube, and lobs it to the fairy dragon:: <Jelarthna> Perhaps not entirely. <Eljorin> ::to Jel:: Perhaps not. But, in the affairs of gods, mortals usually end up holding the short end of the proverbial stick. * Rhys perks up. "Can I refresh anyone's glass? Or bowl of stew?" <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: And I've got many long years of stick holding ahead of me. <Eljorin> ::raises his hand:: Aye, Rhys! Could ye refresh my mug of cider? The stew was excellent. ::hands him an empty bowl, and a nearly empty glass of cider:: * Rhys pours Eljorin some more cider and stirs it with the spoon. "And was that just a compliment, or would you like some more stew?" ::grins:: * Zoya 's faerie dragon flies over to Jel's chair, perches on the arm, and carefully takes the sugar cube. <Eljorin> ::smiles:: I'd enjoy more, but I most likely shouldn't if'n I want to sleep tonight... <Eljorin> ::drinks some of his newly warm cider:: <Zoya> ::without opening her eyes:: Don't let him have too many, Jelarthna. <Rhys> Very well, then. ::takes the bowl from Eljorin and slides it into the kitchen. <Jelarthna> ::pets the little dragon and digs out another one, then grins at Zoya:: I don't carry too many at once, don't worry. * Eljorin stands, and walks over to one of the well-cushioned chairs by the hearth, where he sits and sips his cider. <Zoya> ::opens one eye as El approaches:: <Eljorin> ::raises his hand as he sits:: Don't mind me, milady. Just coming to enjoy the fire, if'n it won't bother ye. <Jelarthna> ::finished off his stew in between draco-petting:: * Michelle sips her wine. <Zoya> By all means. I'm only here to enjoy the warmth. Being magic-drained makes me feel cold, for some reason. I'm glad it's coming back. ::closes her eye again:: <Eljorin> ::sips his cider, and looks at Zoya:: If ye don't mind me asking, lass, where are ye from? <Michelle> Being magic-drained probably makes you feel cold because you're spending most of your calories to restore your magical ability rather than to keep yourself warm. <Jelarthna> ::picks up his mug and to walk over to Zoya without making her faerie dragon dig in his claws for balance:: <Jelarthna> Um, Zoya? <Zoya> Born in a small village called Marikston. Sold into my... apprenticeship when I was four, and I grew up travelling all over. Came to this world for the first time when I was, oh... About thirty. <Zoya> ::opens one eye to look at Jel:: Yes? <Jelarthna> About all of this theoretical and research stuff with magic... It's not something I've ever bothered with. I always just learned new things where I could from other people. <Eljorin> ::to Zoya:: Sold into? ::shakes his head:: Nah. It's none of my business... <Zoya> ::to Jel:: Do you want to learn? ::sounding almost eager:: <Jelarthna> But now.... I'm getting the feeling there's a lot more I should be looking into and trying to learn. I know you're very much into that side of things. <Jelarthna> ::nods:: * Eljorin sits back, and listens to the wizards talk shop. <Zoya> ::to El:: Nothing wrong with curiosity. My people killed wild-mages when they found them. My parents sold me to a foreign wizard rather than give me up to the Guild. <Jelarthna> ::looks like he was about to be distracted by the chat about Zoya's past:: * Michelle sips her wine. <Zoya> ::back to Jel:: You've got a very good mind for the research side of things. I don't know if you've got the... channels for wild magic, but I can teach you theory without hurting you any. Or I can recommend some very good teachers at the local university. <Eljorin> ::to Zoya:: Understandable. Now please, don't let me interrupt... <Zoya> [Almost asks Eljorin whether he means it's understandable that Zoya's parents sold her rather than have her killed, or understandable that her people killed wild mages...] ;) <Jelarthna> ::To El:: I apologize, I was interrupting you. * Tyl stands up. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya, looking slightly embarrassed:: That would be nice, yes. <Tyl> Well, no offense, Zoya, hate to miss your lesson, but I have an errand to run... <Michelle> Leaving Tyl? <Rhys> ::looks at the bottle of rum:: Will you be all right? <Zoya> ::to Tyl:: If you need any help with those vampires, please let me know, yes? <Tyl> I have to see Bluestar before ten of the clock... <Eljorin> ::to Jel:: No, please. I don't want to stand in the way of anything that might resemble actual learning... <Jelarthna> Goodbye, Tyl. I'm sorry we didn't manage to have as interesting a conversation this time. <Tyl> I'll be fine, good Rhys, thank you for your concern. <Eljorin> ::to Tyl:: Good to see you again, Milady Nightstorm. Keep ye safe. <Michelle> Walk in moonlight Tyl. <Tyl> ::gives Jelarthna a grandiose bow:: we'll talk again, m'lord <Jelarthna> ::bows back just as flourishy:: <Tyl> 'night Eljorin... ::blows him a kiss with a silly wink:: * Rhys collects the bottle and puts it back underneath the bar. <Tyl> goodnight Lady Michelle <Jelarthna> ::to Eljorin:: To be honest, I'm a little nervous. It feels like starting school again, and I feel awfully old to be doing that. * Michelle smiles, "It's been a while since anyone called me that." Fades away into daydreams for a moment, then shakes her head and sips some of her wine. <Eljorin> ::to Jel:: Aye, as do I. But, if'n ye don't keep learning, what are ye getting up for each morning? <Zoya> ::opens her eyes, sits up straighter, and laughs. The faerie dragon returns to her shoulders:: Old? *OLD*? How old are you, you elven puppy? <Jelarthna> ::scratches his head thoughtfully:: I'm not sure I really remember, actually. Definitely over a hundred. <Michelle> I hope I look half that good when I'm that old. <Zoya> ::laughs again:: Barely out of diapers. You're plenty young to "go back to school," as you put it. It will ::she sobers and catches his gaze:: It would be good for you. <Jelarthna> ::to El:: It's not that I don't like learning... I've got a curiosity streak that's landed me in plenty of trouble. this is just... different. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Michelle:: I'm sure you will. <Michelle> Thank you Jelarthna. ::smiles warmly:: <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: I know. I think so, too, which is why I want to do it. <Zoya> ::to El, smiling again:: He's used to flying his magic by the seat of his pants. Doing it with discipline scares him. <Jelarthna> Hey now, I'm not *that* bad! <Jelarthna> ::smiling:: <Jelarthna> It's trying to learn from you that might be really dangerous. ::winks at Zoya:: <Zoya> ::chuckles:: The first four years of study don't use so much as a cantrip's level of magic. And if you'd rather, as I said, I know some fairly good teachers at the local university. <Jelarthna> Well, as you probably know by now, my life tends towards being interesting. Besides, I'd feel more comfortable having you explain things to me. If nothing else, you have some insight as to how my mind works. <Zoya> ::smiles wryly:: That I do. If nothing else, I know how much of a waste it would be for you to continue flying by the seat of your pants when you've got so much potential. Come to the Tower tomorrow an hour after sunrise. I'll start from scratch with elementary logic. <Jelarthna> ::looks slightly embarrassed again:: At least you won't swell my head too much, complimenting me one moment and then wanting to start me on elementary logic. * Michelle sips her wine. <Zoya> ::laughs:: That wasn't meant as an insult. But I won't make any assumptions about your previous learning. If I haven't taught it to you myself, then you haven't learned it. <Jelarthna> ::pulls out his last sugar cube and after showing it to the faerie dragon, carefully tosses it into Michelle's wine:: <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: Fair enough. ::scratched his head:: I guess I don't know much, then, huh? ::laughs:: * Michelle looks at her wine, at Jel, and at the faerie dragon, wondering if she should wait for it to get the cube, or just drink her wine and pray it doesn't make a mess. <Jelarthna> ::grins and waves at Michelle:: <Zoya> ::the faerie dragon looks up eagerly at the cube, then whines softly as it splashes into the wine, but doesn't move toward it.:: <Zoya> ::laughs, both at Jel's comment and at the faerie-dragon:: * Michelle shakes her head and sips some more of her wine. <Jelarthna> ::to the dragon:: Don't you want to go get it? <Zoya> He can't drink wine. It makes him sick. ::Zoya scratches the faerie-dragon's chin:: <Jelarthna> Ooops! Sorry, little guy, I didn't know that. <Michelle> So Rhys, what's the first lesson you teach apprentices? <Zoya> That's all right. He's already had, what? Three? That's more than enough. <Rhys> How to be quiet. <Jelarthna> ::laughs:: <Jelarthna> It's a good thing you weren't my teacher, then! * Michelle blinks. "I'm almost afraid to ask, but how do you teach that?" <Rhys> After they've been quiet for a full month, I can hope that they've got the level of concentration and devotion necessary to start studying. <Zoya> ::grins:: That was my first lesson, too. Took me months to learn it. Keeping quiet and still is almost impossible for a child of four. * Michelle blinks some more, "Am I glad you weren't one of my professors." <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Jelarthna may wish he'd never asked. <Jelarthna> Hmmm. Come to think of it, I seem to recall hem trying to teach me that for a long time. They were very upset when I started getting ahold of the older students and learning cantrips from them in one try. * Rhys shrugs gently. "It's not as hard as it first seems." <Jelarthna> Actually, I ended up actually learning it from my sword-master. <Jelarthna> But then, he had a tendency to drub me when I got out of hand. <Michelle> I could do it now. When I was an undergrad though...Forget it, I’d have changed majors that day. <Jelarthna> ::grins:: * Rhys raises an eyebrow at Michelle, but says nothing and quietly starts to wipe down the bar top. <Jelarthna> What's a "major"? * Eljorin stretches and groans as he stands from his comfortable chair. He finishes his cider, and walks over to the bar. <Zoya> ::shakes her head, grinning:: Nothing like a beating to give you something to think about while you're being quiet. <Michelle> A subject you study in. The educational system was a lot more complicated than it is here. * Michelle finishes her wine. <Zoya> Ah, well. Now that I'm finally warm... ::stands up:: I should head back to the Tower before I fall asleep here. * Michelle sends her cup towards the kitchen. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: That's the truth! And one of the big things to think about was how to not get another beating! * Eljorin places his empty mug on the bar, and nods to Rhys. "Many thanks for the stew and cider, Rhys. It was exactly what I needed." <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: It seems like everything was more complicated there. <Zoya> ::laughs:: Remember that, then, tomorrow, Jelarthna. I'll see you an hour after sunrise. * Rhys nods his head at Eljorin and Zoya. "I'm glad you both feel better leaving than you did entering. I'll take that as a note that I've done my job adequately for tonight." <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: Would you mind if I walked you home? I'd like to chat a little about what we'll be doing tomorrow. <Michelle> Not everything. Shopping for example was much simpler. I still haven't made up my mind if that was a good or a bad thing though. <Zoya> More than adequately, Rhys. Much more. Thank you. <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: How could shopping be easier? <Eljorin> ::turns back to face Zoya, and nods to Jel and Michelle:: And many thanks to this fine collection of wizards, for letting me sit in on what was, for me, an education. <Zoya> ::to Jel:: By all means. <Jelarthna> ::to El:: Any time. It was nice to meet you. * Eljorin reaches into his coin purse, and extracts three silver, which he places on the bar. "You did your job and then some, Rhys. Well met, and keep yourself safe." <Jelarthna> Goodnight Rhys, thank you again. ::bows:: <Zoya> ::to El:: Come back again - I'm always willing to ramble along. ::grins:: <Michelle> Not having to haggle over the prices, everything you want in one shop, and all of your money magically stored a something the size and weight of a playing card. <Eljorin> ::to Jel:: And you, Jelarthna. I hope your wounds heal. <Jelarthna> ::tosses a small purse over to the counter:: <Rhys> Good night, Jelarthna. Good night to you all. <Jelarthna> ::to El:: My thanks, so do I. <Zoya> Good night, all! ::heads out the door, cloak pulled close against the brisk night air:: * Rhys catches the purse, and deposits it under the bar. <Jelarthna> ::To Michelle:: I'd like to hear more about that some time. * Eljorin walks out of the Hall, waving as he fights past the influx of cold air. <Jelarthna> Oops! Gotta run! G'night! ::rushes out the door after Zoya:: * Michelle places a few coins on the bar, "Eljorin, would you walk me home. A lady shouldn't travel alone at night." * Michelle and Eljorin walks out the door and into the night. * Rhys collects the coins left on the bar and scoops then into the strongbox. He waves at the door and it hurriedly closes itself and locks. After sweeping the common room, Rhys banks down the fire for the night, and leaves out the back door. |
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