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* Rhys walks in from the kitchen, bringing the smell of baking bread with him. He unlocks the door and starts the fire in the fireplace. <Rhys> Hall's open. * Lady_Tyl walks in, wearing a green silk gown and carrying a little umbrella covered with snow. <Lady_Tyl> <shakes off the snow> Nasty evening out there, don't you think? <Rhys> I don't know. The city looks quite pleasant in a way. Can I get you something hot to drink? * Zoya sweeps through the door in her old adventuring clothes, carrying a heavy-looking leather-bound tome. <Lady_Tyl> Um, hot rum and milk? <Rhys> I've never served that before. Is it served in one glass or two? <Zoya> Good evening, my friends! An ale, if you would be so kind, Rhys. ::perches on a barstool:: <Lady_Tyl> heat the rum, and milk together, served in one glass. Don't let it boil. * Rhys pours rum and milk into a glass together, and stirs it with his spoon until it is steaming nicely. "I hope this is serviceable." * Rhys quickly pours Zoya a mug of ale. "Here you are." <Lady_Tyl> Thank you, my friend * Lady_Tyl sips carefully. <Zoya> ::accepts the ale from Rhys and takes a healthy swallow:: Ahh, just what I needed! <Lady_Tyl> Good evening, Zoya! How are you... * Stranger walks in cautiously. He's wearing somewhat shabby looking leather armor, soft looking boots, and a long, dark, hooded cloak. His eyes dart around the room a few times before he steps all the way in and walks softly to the bar. * Lady_Tyl gives the Stranger a quick glance <Rhys> Well met. This is the Meade Hall and I am Rhys, the bartender for tonight. Can I get you anything, sir? <Stranger> ::appraising Rhys:: A beer. * Lady_Tyl sips her rum toddy. <Rhys> Of course. ::pours the stranger a mug of an amber brown beer:: Here you are. Let me know if it's not quite what you've a taste for. <Lady_Tyl> Rhys, is there anything to eat? I lost my cook yesterday and I'm very tired of burnt lunch <Stranger> Thank you. ::quietly sips on the beer and appraises the other occupants of the room. <Rhys> The bread should be ready soon, Tyl. I'll be sure to slice you an extra generous slice when it's ready. Or would you like something before that? <Lady_Tyl> Bread is good... as long as it's not burnt. <smiles> Some meat might be nice as well <Rhys> Of course. * Curdswell slips in the front/side door. He's wearing the same faded blue broad cloth trousers, clunky slightly over-size boots, and a short sleeved patchwork shirt covering with embroidered gnomish script. Over all he wears a long sleeved shirt of a beige canvas that hangs to his knees and is covered in pockets. * Curdswell clomps up to the bar and climbs onto a stool. * Rhys concentrates, and the short, blue, hairless, noseless humanoid comes out of the back room, bearing a small plate with cuts of meat on it. He places it in front of Tyl, bows slightly, and returns to the kitchen. <Rhys> Curdswell, a pleasure to see you again. What can I get you? * Stranger looks up quickly as the newcomers enter, but both times seems a bit disappointed. <Curdswell> Good evening. ::to Rhys:: Rhys, is it? Um, some Mist of the Peaks would be grand. ::big grin:: * Lady_Tyl blinks at the blue fellow for a minute * Rhys pours the gnome a mug of the electric yellow-green beverage. "Here you are." <Curdswell> Ah, thank you much. ::picks up the mug and takes a huge gulp:: That's the stuff. * Lady_Tyl turns to the Stranger <Lady_Tyl> Good evening, sir... * Stranger nods politely to Tyl. * Lady_Tyl turns to Curdswell <Lady_Tyl> And good even' to you as well, sir. Are you enjoying the snow? <Curdswell> Snow? ::looks puzzled, then notices the melted water on his boots:: Hm, can't say I noticed. <Stranger> ::shows a hint of a smile:: It makes for a nice view. <Stranger> ::turns to Rhys:: Is the proprietor in tonight? <Lady_Tyl> I'm afraid my blood has thinned. I find it rather cold, myself. <Stranger> I believe he's known as "Moon Dancer". <Rhys> I'm afraid that the proprietor has taken an extended leave of absence to handle some personal matters. I can most likely assist you if your request is urgent. * Zoya leaves off staring into space and takes another swig from her mug. <Stranger> ::frowns slightly:: Can you tell me when he'll be back? * Curdswell turns, noticing Zoya for the first time. "Oh, hello there. Almost didn't see you." He smiles. <Zoya> How are you tonight, Tyl? That gown is very nice, I must say. Not your usual mode of dress, but it sets off your eyes quite well. * Curdswell sips his fizzy drink. <Zoya> ::grins at Curdswell:: Ah, you made it! * Rhys shakes his head slightly. "I'm afraid I can't. I'm not sure when he'll be returning, is the bare truth. It's just as likely, in my opinion, that he'll come in that door tonight, as it is that he'll be away several months." <Curdswell> ::to Zoya:: Raging space hamsters couldn't have kept me. <Zoya> ::blinks:: Have you ever seen a raging space hamster? <Lady_Tyl> <to Zoya> well, Jacques insisted. He feels scandalized when I go out in public in breeches and a shirt with my cape. Makes me look like a thief, he says. I wonder what he'd say... <laughs> <Stranger> ::looks at the door contemplatively, and mutters softly:: a shame... <Curdswell> Yeah--used to work with a fellow who used miniatures in his experiments. They've nasty temperaments. <Zoya> ::laughs with Tyl:: You've only been in the house for a month, and already you're letting the servants bully you? <Stranger> ::sets his mug on the counter, still mostly full, and addresses Rhys again:: How much for the beer? <Rhys> ::to the stranger:: First drink of the night is on the house. It's an old custom. <Lady_Tyl> Just Jacques. I've dismissed the rest of them... of course, maybe I should have waited until I had new ones first... * Curdswell sips his drink, expression blurring into mild distraction. <Stranger> Very well. ::nods to Rhys, and pulling his cloak about him, leaves the Hall:: <Zoya> Indeed. If Jacques is cleaning that great house all by himself, you'll have to give him a raise! <Rhys> Well met, then. * Lady_Tyl watches the stranger leave, frowning slightly. * Curdswell extracts his midgetal assistant from a shirt pouch and speaks to it, in gnomish, in a low whisper, then stuffs it back into a different pocket. * Michelle enters through the front/side door. She's wearing a plain brown skirt with matching flats, a yellow turtleneck, and a beige cardigan sweater. <Michelle> Hello all. <Rhys> Well met, Michelle. Can I get you anything? * Michelle walks to the bar, "Yes, but I'm not sure what...how about some tea?" <Xarroch> ::A *very* large man enters with a bit of difficulty, as it seems the door might be a tad too small, or the man too big... His hair is matted, and his clothes are not only far too thin for the weather, but badly fastened as well.:: * Curdswell nods and smiles at Michelle's entrance. <Rhys> Of course. Any specific kind? <Xarroch> ::when he walks to the bar, his footprints are left in water and something greenish... the same green is dripping from his hands.:: <Xarroch> ::*big* voice:: Hello there, Rhys, Zoya. <Michelle> Surprise me. * Curdswell sips his fizzy drink. <Xarroch> Ah, and you too, little Michelle. * Rhys nods deliberately to Xarroch. "Good evening." <Michelle> What trouble has Jelarthna gotten himself into this time? * Rhys makes a cup of hot water, places it on a saucer, fetches a gauze packet from under the bar, and floats it in the water. <Rhys> "Here you are." <Xarroch> ::big grin:: Who knows, with him. <Michelle> Thank you Rhys. * Lady_Tyl gives the tall guy a speculative look <Zoya> Xarroch! ::Zoya seems to have a little trouble pronouncing the name:: Come sit... ::notices the green dripping:: What on earth??!? What's the matter? * Curdswell looks puzzled. <Xarroch> ::looks down at the ichor, and laughs, a deep, rumbling laugh that seems to shake the floor:: Nothing is wrong with *me*, little woman, but the fiends that were foolish enough to find me aren't too happy right now. <Zoya> ::frowns:: Did you get all of them? <Lady_Tyl> <to Zoya> Gee, won't you introduce me to your friend? <Michelle> So where did they find you? <Xarroch> Do you have to ask? ::feral grin:: <Michelle> Well if it was on the outskirts of town I'd like to know in case they told their friends. <Xarroch> ::to Michelle:: Just outside of town. * Michelle puts her head in her hands. <Zoya> ::blinks at Tyl:: Oh, sorry! Tyl, this is... ::tries again to pronounce the guttural name, and does a little better this time:: Xarroch. He's a friend of Jelarthna's. <Rhys> ::the lert comes out of the kitchen with a hot loaf of bread on a cutting board. Rhys takes the loaf from the lert and places it on the counter. He slices a thick slice for Tyl, and looks around the room:: "Would anyone else like some?" <Rhys> ::the lert returns with small bowls of fluffy butter and smooth honey:: <Lady_Tyl> Nice to meet you. <smiles charmingly at the tall guy> I'm Tyl'gainia Nightstorm, but you can call me Tyl. <Michelle> Yes ::Michelle's voice sounds more like an exasperated groan.:: <Xarroch> ::snaps at Rhys:: How about something to drink? Make it strong, and large. * Rhys cuts a slice of bread for Michelle. <Zoya> ::turns around to face the bar:: Bread? Oh, bread would be *won*derful. It seems like I'm always forgetting to eat... * Rhys cuts Zoya a slice of bread. * Michelle pulls the tea bag from her cup, wraps the string around it to squeeze the last out, then places the bag on the saucer. <Xarroch> ::smiles (sorta...) at Tyl:: Another elf? You're popping up everywhere, aren't you? I think Jelarthna did mention you a couple of times. <Lady_Tyl> Actually, I don't really think of myself that way... accident of birth, you know. Has nothing whatsoever to do with my personality. <smiles a little stiffly> <Xarroch> ::laughs again:: Don't get your underthings in a snit, little elf-woman. It makes no difference to me. * Michelle sips her tea, then butters her bread and takes a bite. * Rhys fetches a stone mug from under the counter, and gingerly fills it with a clear liquid. He places the mug on the counter in front of Xarroch. "Don't slam the mug on the counter, don't make sparks near it." * Xarroch takes the mug from Rhys, and gulps it down in one swallow. <Michelle> So what brings you to Marsember Xarroch? <Xarroch> ::coughs once and stamps one foot on the floor, where the boards creak ominously:: That tastes just like Bealeroth's blood! <Xarroch> ::nostalgic smile:: <Rhys> ::blandly:: "Is that a compliment, or should I try something else?" <Xarroch> It's a good thing, o barkeep. I don't know where you got it, but it brings back some fond memories! Would you like to see his head sometime? <Rhys> ::grins:: No, thank you. I'll leave the finer details to my imagination. Care for some bread? <Xarroch> That's quite alright. I ate a little while ago. ::nasty grin:: * Michelle sighs and sips her tea. <Xarroch> ::to Michelle:: I dropped by to check on some things with Jelarthna. But ever since his studying craze began, he's been hard to get ahold of. * Lady_Tyl finishes off her toddy. <Michelle> Ask Zoya, she's his teacher. <Zoya> You can find him at the Tower most days. <Xarroch> I know that, but I don't want to lead any of my "friends" there. <Zoya> ::laughs:: But you'll lead them here? * Michelle tilts her head to one side. "Lead ravaging infernal hordes to the abode of a demigod on the outskirts of a city, or to the summer home of a demigod in the middle of the city. Interesting dilemma." <Xarroch> You people are always here in groups. Besides, they already knew about this place. * Xarroch laughs <Zoya> ::grins:: Are you telling me that the magic in the Tower doesn't make it stand out like a beacon? <Michelle> Us I'm not worried about...Alright, I'm not TOO worried about. It's the civilians between here and the edge of town that concern me. <Xarroch> IT does, but I think we all find it uncomfortable to get too close to it, also. <Michelle> Now THAT I can understand. <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow:: You, too? <Xarroch> ::to Michelle:: You worry too much. They never make it this far in, and they're far too focused on dying. ::grins:: I mean, coming after me. <Zoya> You seem awfully confident for someone who was saying his final farewells only months ago. <Lady_Tyl> Confident is *not* the word <mutters into her empty glass> * Michelle sips her tea and has some more bread. <Xarroch> ::big laugh:: In a way, life has been much more invigorating since then. And I still expect to die, it's just a matter of time... And how many I take with me. ::grin:: <Rhys> ::to Tyl:: Would you like a refill? <Lady_Tyl> um... just plain rum and ice, please <Michelle> Better to burn out than to fade away? <Xarroch> I'm thinking about heading back to The Wars for a while and terrorizing my replacement. Would any of you like to join me? * Rhys fixes Tyl a healthy-sized glass of rum on the rocks. <Xarroch> ::to Michelle:: Always, little woman. <Zoya> ::smiles:: No, thank you. I've had enough of fighting demons for this year. Ask me next year, when I'm bored again. <Xarroch> ::to Rhys:: How about another one of these blood things? * Lady_Tyl knocks back the rum <Michelle> Um...Hell No! I happen to enjoy living thank you very much. <Xarroch> ::to Zoya:: Alright, I will. <Xarroch> ::grins at Michelle:: It'll be fun! <Rhys> ::to Xarroch:: It's called mulekick, just in case I'm not tending bar the next time you're here. ::gingerly pours Xarroch a refill:: * Michelle tilts her head to the side again, "You've got a point there." <Xarroch> My thanks. ::knocks back the second mulekick and puts down the mug:: <Xarroch> Do any of you know that shady fellow that left before I came in? <Michelle> 'Fraid I missed him. <Lady_Tyl> Nope... he was looking for Moon Dancer... * Rhys shakes his head. "He was asking after Moon Dancer. I thought he was just a solicitor or something, and let him go on about his way." <Michelle> Is there anyone in this town who ISN'T looking for Moon Dancer? <Lady_Tyl> I'm not... I'm looking for Grigoriy... <mutters to herself> * Michelle smiles to Tyl, "I can relate to that." <Xarroch> Be careful of that one. He was definitely evil. ::looks at the door:: <Xarroch> Where is the little fellow, anyway? <Lady_Tyl> Michelle? Relate to what? The trials of being involved with a wandering man? <Michelle> Look who's talking. <Xarroch> ::glares at Michelle:: You should know better than that. * Michelle thinks, "The situation doesn't really apply, but the emotions do." <Lady_Tyl> <pulls a rum-soaked ice cube out of her drink and pops it in her mouth> I need a new boyfriend <Xarroch> What's wrong with your old one? <Lady_Tyl> He's always GONE... <Rhys> ::to Tyl:: "Another glass?" <Lady_Tyl> Please... <Michelle> ::to Xarroch:: Yeah, but you'd be the first to admit it would be foolish not to at least consider the thought. <Xarroch> ::to Tyl:: Then go after him! * Rhys refills Tyl's glass. <Lady_Tyl> And with him being human and all, I sort of need to spend as much time with him as possible... he'll be gone so soon... <Xarroch> ::laughs at Michelle's comment:: Of course! <Xarroch> They are rather frail, aren't they? * Michelle shakes her head and sips her tea. <Lady_Tyl> Well, comparatively... <Xarroch> So Zoya, How is our feisty elf's training coming along? The last time I saw him, he was practically tearing his hair out over some of the things you wanted him to do. <Zoya> ::thoughtfully:: Well, he's bald now... ::grins:: Seriously, he's an excellent student. Very fast learner. I think he's come almost as far as I can bring him. Don't tell him I said that, though. No need for him to get cocky. ::smiles:: <Xarroch> Ha! Good for you. I take it he doesn't realize this yet? * Lady_Tyl nibbles at her bread and meats... <Michelle> Just so long as he doesn't decide to celebrate by demonstrating his renewed ability to cast the fireball spell while he's in the Hall. <Lady_Tyl> hmmm. Did he do that? <Michelle> No, but he's been very excited ever since Zoya started teaching him. <Zoya> I don't think so. I've put him in charge of some of my other students. It won't be long before I've given him everything I can, and he'll have to move forward based on his own research. He's not a chaos mage - it takes a special talent - and beyond his current level, chaos magic is all I know. <Lady_Tyl> Sometimes I wish I knew spell-slinging... but I think that it might interfere with my other talents... <Xarroch> ::nods:: His energy level has gone up a great deal recently. <Xarroch> ::to Zoya:: If you can reign in your own curiosity streak, try to keep him from running too rampant investigating things. <Zoya> Yes. I knew that once he had full control of his magic, it would be much more impressive. <Zoya> ::to Tyl:: Have you looked into the possibility of a joint school any more? <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow to X:: Is there a particular area I should steer him away from? <Xarroch> Kind of impressive, actually. I saw what he could do before that <Michelle> Do you really control the magic, or does it control you, or is there some balance between the two? <Lady_Tyl> yep - I've talked to a few of the magic schools... they seem to have this belief problem. They don't believe that psionics exist <Xarroch> ::to Zoya:: Yes, make him be careful with those damn invocations. He loves to watch things go boom. <Zoya> ::to Michelle:: It depends on how strong you are. If you climb on a horse's back, who decides where the horse goes? It depends on many factors, yes? * Michelle blinks, "Try giving the next one a wedgie without touching him and see if he still doesn't believe." <Michelle> True, but a good horse and a good rider decide together. <Lady_Tyl> I did a demonstration... they think I'm a crazy cleric... not that there are any of those around here... <grins at Zoya> <Xarroch> ::looks at Michelle and Tyl:: Is this about mind powers? <Lady_Tyl> um... yes. <Zoya> ::to Tyl:: Absurd. I'll go with you, soon. They think I'm crazy, but most of them respect my knowledge. <Zoya> ::to X:: I'll try. There comes a certain point where I have to let him choose his own path, though. <Xarroch> And those fools won't believe in them? ::laughs:: Would you like me to bring a Mind Flayer back for them? <Xarroch> ::nasty grin:: <Zoya> ::to Michelle, grinning:: Yes. That's when it's the best. You aim the horse toward the goal - maybe give it a few nudges every now and then - and let it choose its own path. Magic is very similar. Much more dangerous, of course, but it's only an analogy. <Lady_Tyl> Um... no, thank you anyway... I've heard about them and have the great fortune never to have seen one. <Michelle> Um...Zoya, correct me if I'm wrong on this, but mages can sense priestly as well as mage magic, and mind benders don't radiate either? <Xarroch> ::to Zoya:: Of course, but he will listen to you. He won't listen to me. ::laughs:: <Lady_Tyl> mind bender? What a horrid term... <laughs> <Zoya> ::shudders:: That will not be necessary, Xarroch. ::blinks:: What makes you think he'll listen to me if he won't listen to you? <Xarroch> ::to Tyl:: I can have it somewhat tame before long. And we could kill it right after the demonstration. <Michelle> Because you're his teacher. <Zoya> [I thought mind bender was S'ay's phrase?] <Michelle> [Why can't Michelle use it. It's a perfectly valid description. Besides, you haven't seen what Tyl does to the spoons. :) ] <Rhys> ::to Michelle:: Mages can detect magical and priestly *spells*. The caster himself rarely actually shows up as a magical being. <Xarroch> ::shakes his head at Zoya and smiles:: You're not that dense, are you? <Zoya> ::to M:: Mmm. Sometimes. Many mages cannot detect divine intervention, either. <Zoya> ::glares at X:: I just told you, I won't *be* his teacher for much longer. <Xarroch> ::laughs:: Never mind, then. <Michelle> Zoya, have you ever taken an apprentice before? <Xarroch> ::looks somewhat nostalgic:: I remember my apprentice days... It took me fifteen years to finally kill my master. <Michelle> I'm glad I didn't have to do anything so extreme. Though I thought about it on several occasions. <Lady_Tyl> <shudders> you must have a much different sort of master... I'd miss Jalavier if he were gone... <Zoya> ::sighs:: Not as such, Michelle. I've had students, but they were all temporary. Jelarthna isn't an apprentice, either. He's not got the talent for wild magic to follow in my footsteps. He's a very *good* student - but not my apprentice. <Xarroch> ::grins:: Things are a little different where I'm from. <Lady_Tyl> I can imagine... <gives him a long look> or maybe not. <Xarroch> ::laughs:: No, I doubt you can! <Michelle> I suspect that even after Jelarthna finishes his studies with you, he'll continue to respect your opinion. ::smiles:: Though it is possible he'll decide he knows infinitely more about invocations than you do. <Zoya> ::considers:: You could be right. I did say I would do what I could. <Xarroch> ::to Rhys:: One more of those... mule kick, wasn't it? <Michelle> That's all anyone can ever do. <Rhys> ::takes the mug from Xarroch:: Quite right. ::refills it, places it in front of Xarroch:: <Xarroch> ::to Zoya:: Good! I'd hate to find that he'd blown himself up. I certainly didn't save him so he could do that! <Xarroch> ::grins at Rhys:: Thank you! <Xarroch> ::gulp:: <Zoya> ::grins:: I shall endeavor to keep him in one piece. <Lady_Tyl> it's a pretty cute piece, anyway... <grins> * Xarroch laughs heartily. <Michelle> Found a replacement have you? ::Michelle grins:: <Zoya> ::raises her eyebrow at Tyl and laughs:: <Lady_Tyl> No, just making commentary... not that... <blush> * Xarroch laughs a little harder. * Michelle giggles, then sips her tea. <Xarroch> So how is that swordsman fellow? The one that didn't like me? ::grins:: <Lady_Tyl> You mean Jaret? He's not to taken with a good friend of mine either... <Michelle> No ones seen him in a couple of months. He left on a quest to get a new sword. <Lady_Tyl> <gives Xarroch an appraising look> you might like her... you'd be the only person she knew who is taller than she is... <Xarroch> I hope he finds something good, then. I wouldn't mind fighting with him sometime. For play. ::grins:: <Xarroch> ::to Tyl:: Who is this? I suspect she'd be rather surprised at the *real* me. * Rhys looks askance at Xarroch as he cleans up a stray mug, but says nothing. <Lady_Tyl> Chay Dragonslayer... she's a good friend. <Xarroch> A dragonslayer, eh? She could be interesting, then! * Michelle sips her tea and has some more bread. <Lady_Tyl> I always thought she was pretty interesting. She and Jaret have political differences. Seems they fought on opposite sides of a war once. Or something like that. <Xarroch> How is she at wrestling? I haven't had a good match for about two hundred year. ::grins:: Single opponents, that is. <Lady_Tyl> I don't know, really... I could arrange an introduction, if you'd like... <Xarroch> Perhaps sometime when I'm in town again. <Xarroch> Of course, i have no idea when the will be! <Michelle> Speaking of being in town, do we have to worry about your friends setting ambushes for you and Jelarthna, or do they only show up when you do? <Xarroch> They're not after Jelarthna. My old boss doesn't even *know* about him. <Xarroch> You might keep an eye out for ones waiting for me, though. <Lady_Tyl> Are you a disgruntled ex-employee? I have a few of those... <grins> * Michelle sighs, "I was afraid you'd say that." <Michelle> So is that snotty maid one them? * Zoya yawns widely, then tosses back the rest of her ale. <Xarroch> ::laughs:: You could say that! <Lady_Tyl> She is not too happy with me at the moment. I turned them all out three days ago, except for Jacques. <Zoya> I should probably head back to the Tower. I've got a lot to do... <Xarroch> Tell Jelarthna I need to talk with him. <Rhys> Very well, Zoya. Be careful. <Michelle> You couldn't find any of them with redeeming features. I mean besides Jacques. <Michelle> Goodnight Zoya. <Lady_Tyl> Good evening Zoya... watch your step... snow is slippery... <Zoya> ::nods to X:: I'll pass on your message. Does he know how to get in touch with you? <Xarroch> If he thinks about it, yes. <Zoya> ::smiles at Tyl and Rhys:: Of course I'll be careful. <Lady_Tyl> Well, Jacques is the only one that I like. The rest are a good example of everything I hate about my own people. I packed them off to Evermeet <Zoya> Good night, my friends! <Zoya> ::picks up her book and heads out into the night:: <Lady_Tyl> Well, you usually have your nose in a book... <Michelle> The way Jelarthna talks about the place, you'd think they'd be happy to go. <Lady_Tyl> <to everyone else> see, there she goes, nose in a book <Xarroch> ::lifts his head and sniffs something on the air the wafted in:: <Lady_Tyl> What, Evermeet? <Rhys> ::interested:: Yes, Xarroch? <Lady_Tyl> It's not all it's cracked up to be... * Xarroch chants something low, and a glowing white ball appears in his hand for moment. Then he laughs wickedly and snaps his hand shut. <Xarroch> The fools! * Rhys begins to look slightly irritated. "Xarroch? Anything you'd like to share with the class?" <Xarroch> A couple of bold ones are trying to set a trap for me. ::chuckles:: <Rhys> Zoya's not heading near it, is she? <Xarroch> No, nothing to worry about. * Michelle finishes her tea, "I need to think on some things. Want some help?" <Xarroch> ::grins:: If you'd like. <Xarroch> ::thinks for a moment:: This could be quite fun, actually. * Michelle rises and stretches her arms. "Lead the way then." <Rhys> Good. ::resumes cleaning things up:: <Xarroch> ::works his way out the door, speaking to Michelle:: now you approach them from the front, and look as vulnerable as possible... <Michelle> ::as their voices fade into the distance:: How many are there? <Xarroch> ::as an after thought, tosses a handful of gold coins toward the bar:: Thanks for the mule kick! * Lady_Tyl absently snags a coin out of the air * Rhys opens a hand, and most of the coins swerve in midair to land in his palm. He sets them on the bar.:: Anything else for you, Tyl? <Lady_Tyl> <looks startled> Oh, Rhys, I'm sorry... bad habit. <hands the coin over> <Rhys> Quite all right. I'll admit I'm fairly curious myself to see where they were minted. <Lady_Tyl> No, I guess I'll go ahead and go home... goodnight, Rhys... <Rhys> Goodnight Tyl. * Rhys locks the door behind Tyl, and surveys the room. "Come back soon, Moon Dancer. Things are beginning..." |
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