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* Michelle opens the front/side door and proclaims, "Hall's Open" * Jelarthna strolls in jauntily. <Jelarthna> Good evening, Michelle. ::bows, then walks to the bar:: <Jelarthna> How are you doing today? * Michelle returns to behind the bar. She's wearing a burgundy jacket/skirt, and matching scarf with a gold pattern is woven into her hair. <Michelle> I'm doing alright. And you. <Jelarthna> I'm doing pretty well. * Philister walks in through the doorway. "Evening everyone." <Jelarthna> Did you see that shadowy fellow watching the door from the opposite roof? * Zoya shuffles in, eyes locked on a book. Without looking up, she bumps her way across the room to the bar and seats herself. She half-mumbles, "I'll have an ale, please..." <Jelarthna> Hi Philister! How are you? <Jelarthna> Zoya! Are you okay? <Zoya> ::glances up briefly:: Fine... ::looks back to the book:: <Michelle> ::Two chains of gold bells are loosely wrapped around Michelle waist and tinkle lightly as she moves. Her moon ear ring is in her right ear and around the collar of the white shirt she's wearing under the jacket she has a necklace of jade beads with another gold bell. <Michelle> Good evening Philister, Zoya. <Michelle> Someone's watching the Hall? * Philister struggles onto a barstool and shoots Jelarthna a look. "I tend to look where I'm going, instead of up on rooftops." <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: You know, you shouldn't try to walk and read at the same time... ::grins:: * Michelle gets a mug and fills it with ale for Zoya. <Zoya> ::without looking up this time:: Got here, didn't I? ::picks up the mug and takes a healthy swig, still not lifting her eyes from the book:: <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: Yes. I caught a glimpse of him on the roof. <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: <Michelle> Jelarthna, Philister, what would you like? <Philister> ::to Michelle:: Meade, please. * Michelle gets a mug and fills it with meade, then places it on the bar in front of Philister. <Jelarthna> I can assume you and Zoya didn't see him, then... <Jelarthna> Mmmm. How about a nice Merlot? * Michelle peruses the wine rack for a minute or so, then selects a bottle and shows it to Jelarthna, "Will this do?" * Philister drinks some meade, and surveys the room. He leans over a bit to try to get a look at the front cover of Zoya's book. <Jelarthna> ::examines the label:: Yes, that'll be fine, thanks. * Zoya seems to be reading a treatise on the nature of golems. * Michelle uncorks the bottle and hands to cork to Jelarthna before getting a wine glass and filling it for him. <Jelarthna> ::also peeks at Zoya's book:: Did that Curdswell fellow get you curious? <Zoya> Well, I did agree to help him, a bit. <Michelle> If all of you will excuse me for a moment. ::Michelle steps into the kitchen.:: <Jelarthna> ::smiles and holds the cork for moment, almost looking like he's going to gnaw on it, then takes the wine glass and hands the cork back:: <Philister> ::to Jelarthna:: Hungry? <Jelarthna> ::grins at Philister:: A tad peckish, yeah. <Jelarthna> Did you ever catch that flying cat? * Michelle returns from the kitchen, "Did I hear someone say they were hungry?" <Philister> Yup. Sleeping poison on a dart, and it dropped like a rock. <Philister> After I chased it around for three hours, waiting for the poison to kick in. <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: Just a little. No need to put yourself out. I did eat, but for some reason my appetite isn't letting up on me recently. <Jelarthna> ::to Phil:: That must have been fun. When was the last time you had so much exercise? ::grins:: <Michelle> Probably casting too many spells. <Philister> I can't remember. Whenever it was, it wasn't recent. <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: Think so? It never affected me that way before. Maybe it's because I'm thinking more? <Zoya> ::looks up and around suddenly:: Michelle. Were you going to get food for Jelarthna? If so, would you mind getting me a half-loaf of soft bread? * Tyl walks into the hall, almost defiantly wearing her "work clothes" <Michelle> Jelarthna, do you want me to get you something? <Michelle> Hello Tyl. <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: I suppose maybe you *should* put yourself out a bit, then. ::grins:: <Tyl> Good evening! * Michelle disappears into the kitchen once more. <Jelarthna> ::turns and sees Tyl:: Hello Tyl, how are you tonight? <Tyl> ::looks around:: better... <Zoya> ::notices Tyl and nods a greeting, grinning at the clothing:: <Jelarthna> Oh, better than what? * Michelle returns from the kitchen with the tray of snacks the Hall patrons seem to enjoy most (bread, butter, honey). <Tyl> Better then earlier today... my sister showed up... <Jelarthna> Is this the one that brought the candy from Evermeet? <Tyl> Yup. <Michelle> The two of you didn't have an argument did you? <Tyl> that's her... it's not precisely an argument... or if it was, I lost... <Jelarthna> That doesn't sound good. <Zoya> ::blinks:: What does that mean? ::absently takes a very large slice of bread and tears the soft innards away from the crust:: <Tyl> It means I have a permanent addition to my household... <Jelarthna> ::cuts a piece of bread and puts some honey on it:: * Philister grabs a chunk of bread and starts chewing on it. <Michelle> That doesn't sound so bad. Or does your sister agree with the former servants. <Jelarthna> ::around some bread with honey:: I hopfh noph. <Tyl> ::snitches a piece of bread:: Well, it more like I wasn't expecting it... * Zoya butters the crust and munches on it slowly, playing with the soft bread in her hands. <Michelle> [All that while reading a book. What talent! :) ] <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: <Jelarthna> [I can do a lot of different things while reading...] <Zoya> [Nah, I haven't looked BACK at the book yet. But I will in a minute or two.] * Curdswell enters, wearing his usual outlandish garb. He walks over to the bar and climbs up onto a stool. <Jelarthna> Good evening, Curdswell. You didn't happen to see someone lurking on the opposite roof, did you? <Tyl> Hey, Michelle, can I get a rum and ice, please? <Michelle> Hello Curdswell. What can I get you? <Curdswell> Hm, no, sorry. ::to Jel:: Not that I can exactly see the roof from my usual vantage point. <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: Well, that house is easily big enough for another person, isn't it? <Curdswell> Um, ::to Michelle:: Mist of the Peaks, please. ::big grin:: * Michelle fixes Tyl's rum and ice, then sets it on the bar in front of her. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Curdswell:: Thought I'd ask. Everyone else was pretty preoccupied as they came in. <Tyl> Well, yes... but that's not really the point... * Tyl sips her rum. * Zoya seems to be slowly shaping the bread into a man-shape. * Michelle smiles at Curdswell, then fetches a mug and fills it with Mist. "Here you go." <Curdswell> Everyone else? Did I miss something? * Curdswell accepts the mug from Michelle, nodding absently. <Jelarthna> Only the person on the roof. No one else saw him. ::rubs eyes:: Maybe I'm just tired. <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: Well what is this sister like? Did she have nowhere else to go or something? * Curdswell looks confused, then shrugs. <Tyl> ::sigh:: She's just *young* <Michelle> By who's standards? <Philister> ::drinks some more meade, and pays attention:: <Jelarthna> ::sips his wine, then looks at the bread and shakes his head, and mutters something to himself:: <Jelarthna> How old is she? * Curdswell climbs down his stool, careful not to upset his mug, and makes his way to an empty table. <Tyl> By my standards... I think she's about seventy or so... <Tyl> She wasn't born when I left home. I didn't even know she existed until about a month ago... <Jelarthna> ::smiles and tugs on one of his ears:: Not just your standards... * Curdswell climbs up into a chair, standing, and sets his mug on the table. <Michelle> So that makes her what...The equivalent of a human seven year old? How did she get here if she's that young? <Tyl> no... more like fifteen or so... * Curdswell rummages through the many pockets in his shirt. * Zoya lays the miniature bread-man on the bar and consults her book, flipping back and forth between pages rapidly. <Michelle> Okay, that makes a bit more sense. Hmm...I don't know, what's wrong with her being that age? <Jelarthna> ::glances at Zoya's handiwork with interest:: * Curdswell stops rummaging and looks confused. "Huh...Coulda sworn..." <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: Well, at that age, elves aren't exactly supposed to be running around on their own. <Tyl> Well, aside from the fact that she's here, never saw a human before last week, totally inexperienced with anything, Gods knows how she *got* here... she's not supposed to be here. My parents would flip out <Curdswell> Oh well, ::muttered:: must have left it back in my room. ::shrugs, collects his mug and returns to the bar:: <Tyl> She ran away from home to be here with me... my parents disowned me nearly eighty years ago <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: Do you think taking her home would work? <Philister> ::to the other gnome:: Didja lose something? * Zoya looks at items on the bar consideringly, then shrugs and grabs the pot of honey. She drips a dollop of honey over the bread-man's torso, then smears tiny bits of it on its face to make eyes and a mouth. Quietly, she begins chanting under her breath. * Curdswell sips his mug. Zoya catches his eye and he looks on, fascinated. <Michelle> How'd you inherit your grandfather's house if your parents disowned you? For that matter I'd think that if your parents disowned you you'd be happy to have your sister here where you can look after her. I can see the never having met a human being a problem though. * Jelarthna listens closely, even mouthing some of the syllables himself. <Tyl> Well, what my parents did have nothing to do with my grandfather - he respects freedom of will... <Tyl> and given what happened to my brother, I'm just not that comfortable with a sibling... ::pained expression:: <Jelarthna> ::looks torn for a moment, then glances at Tyl:: Brother? <Tyl> He had an accident... it was a long time ago. * Tyl slams back the rest of her rum <Jelarthna> I'm sorry. I know what it's like to loose someone... * Curdswell sips his drink. <Jelarthna> ::to Curdswell:: Now that Zoya's helping you a bit, have you made any progress? <Michelle> I'm still confused. If she's the elven equivalent of a human fifteen year old, why isn't all right for her to be out on her own. I mean the humans on this world are at that age. Well, most of the girls are married by that age, but... * Zoya 's chanting gets louder momentarily, then stops. For a long moment, she stares at the unmoving bread. <Curdswell> No, not as such. ::to Jel:: We haven't really had time for me to share my work to date and outline what I need from her. <Tyl> ::sniffs and wipes her eyes briefly:: Well, she's still young... she won't come into her majority for another thirty years or so. * Curdswell shrugs and sips his drink. <Jelarthna> Hmmm. Well good luck on it. I can see that things are still being worked out. ::nods at Zoya's work:: <Curdswell> It's waited this long...::trails off:: <Zoya> ::After a long pause, she sighs, picks up the bread-man, and tears it in two pieces.:: Oh, well... <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: If you need help keeping an eye on her, I can take her to the classes I'm teaching. <Zoya> ::finally noticing Curdswell:: Ah, you made it! ::she tucks her book under one arm and picks up her ale with the other hand, and moves to Curdswell's table:: <Tyl> What classes are you teaching? Is everyone getting into teaching around here? I'm starting to feel like I have a bad case of "me too! me too!" ::grins:: <Jelarthna> No, Zoya started me on teaching her gnomish disciples a while ago... * Zoya absently bites off the "head" of the bread-man, then dips an arm in the honey-pot.:: <Jelarthna> ::grins:: It was really tough getting communication down at the beginning, but I can almost follow them now. <Philister> ::belches quietly:: I'm not teaching *anyone*. Well, I think I'm giving a few kids around the inn ideas on how to get in trouble, but I'm not doing anything *actively*. <Jelarthna> nice to hear some things don't change! <Philister> ::tips a non-existent hat to Jelarthna:: Glad to be of service. ::winks:: <Tyl> I was sort of thinking of sending her here some night without me, actually... meeting you all should give her a good basis to start adapting... * Curdswell sips his drink. * Jelarthna takes another bit of his bread, then stops in the middle of chewing and pulls out a piece of paper and a pen and begins furiously writing something. * Michelle looks at the patrons of the Hall, "Do you want her to turn out normal, or like you?" <Zoya> ::to Tyl, blinking:: Wouldn't you want to start her off with something a little less.... absurd? <Jelarthna> ::scribble, scribble:: <Tyl> ::laughs:: well, you are my friends... maybe it'll scare her into going home... <laugh> <Curdswell> Greetings, Zoya. ::moves over to her table:: Sorry we keep missing each other. Seems the Purple Dragons are already somewhat familiar with my history. ::embarrassed grin:: <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow:: Is it all *that* checkered? <Michelle> If you want to scare her ask Jelarthna to invite some of his friends that evening. <Jelarthna> ::scribbles, then smiles wide:: Ah-Hah! Excuse me ::hastily said, then runs out the door, where a quick chanting and a soft pop is heard:: <Curdswell> Seems when I left Baldur's Gate, Duke Eltan sent some missives ahead of me. ::shrugs:: It's not _that_ bad, at least that's what I'm trying to convince the Dragons of. <Tyl> ::stares after Jel:: Strange man... <Zoya> ::shrugs:: So. Tell me about this project you're working on. <Zoya> ::to Tyl, grinning:: Hey, you're talking about my prize student, there! <Michelle> Zoya, what was the homework assignment you gave Jelarthna? <Curdswell> S'all just a big misunderstanding. Really. ::sips, then muttered:: Like they were going to do anything with all the electrum...just left it lying around some musty vault...and when its _perfect_ for my purposes... <Tyl> ::grins back at Zoya:: That's what I said... <Zoya> ::blinks at Michelle:: Homework assignment? Nothing. He's learning by teaching right now. * Curdswell focuses on Zoya and grins. <Michelle> I'll be back in a moment. ::Follows Jelarthna out the door.:: <Curdswell> Anyway, let me see if I've got...::starts rummaging through his pockets::...could have sworn I had...Should be right where I...Ah hah! * Zoya grins back at Curdswell. "Terrible when they do that, isn't it? Once I was forced to steal a diamond from a city's treasury when it became apparent that none of the local jewelers had anything that would do." <Curdswell> A...kindred...spirits...::struggles to remove what looks to be a silvery box from a pocket that is apparently too small to contain it:: <Zoya> ::sighs:: Well, actually, *I* didn't do the stealing. Terrible at that sort of thing. But I had some good friends. ::looks with interest at the birthing of the box:: * Curdswell sets the box on the table. It is actually more of a cube, its shape marked out in thumb thick steel bars. Inside the open cube is what looks to be an infinity of platinum, gold and electrum wires, pipettes, and minuscule tubes. * Philister peers out the door, where Jelarthna ran off to. <Zoya> ::leans forward, fascinated, but careful not to touch or even breathe too heavily on the cube:: * Michelle comes back into the Hall and returns to behind the bar. <Curdswell> Mm, had to do it myself--wasn't too hard. Just an interesting engineering puzzle. ::grins:: Now, explaining it to the merchant house afterwards, there I could have used some help. * Curdswell beams at his creation. One side is completely covered by a mesh of what appear to be finely cut, gem beads, of every imaginable color. <Zoya> ::grins:: Yes, that could have been a problem. So - what have we here? <Curdswell> This, is a fully half scale model of my Summation Impetium. ::beams:: <Michelle> Summation Impediment? <Curdswell> Unfortunately, it is not operational. ::turns to Michelle:: I know, I know, the name needs work. <Tyl> ::frowns and peers out the door:: <Zoya> ::looks up at Curdswell, blinks, and looks back at the model. One hand moves in the air, apparently attempting to extrapolate to full-size.:: It's beautiful. What's it do? <Curdswell> It solves problems. Mathematical problems. Well, more than that, but this model is designed just to do complicated mathematical operations. * Philister drinks more meade. <Zoya> ::looks suddenly more excited than merely interested:: What kind of mathematical problems? <Curdswell> Any kind, really. ::indicates a plate of square cut gemstones that he slides out from the bottom, just beneath the wall of beads.:: <Curdswell> Simply input the equation here ::indicates the gem-board:: using a symbol set I devised, and an answer is displayed here. ::indicates the sheet of beads:: * Jelarthna appears coughing heavily with a pop, bringing a cloud of black smoke with him. He holds a charred piece of paper in his hands, his eyebrows are considerably thinner, and his clothes look blackened and charred. * Jelarthna waves feebly at the smoke. <Tyl> What in the ?? ::leaps to her feet:: <Jelarthna> Well, that didn't work. ::looks around:: Why did I appear in here? * Philister stands up, walks over to Jelarthna, and holds out his half-full mug of meade. <Jelarthna> ::cough, cough:: * Curdswell looks over at Jel. His eyebrows raise in surprise. "Ouch." <Michelle> So what happened Jelarthna? <Philister> Here. Have some. It'll help you feel better. <Jelarthna> ::takes the mug from Phil and drinks from it:: Thanks. <Jelarthna> Well, that didn't work. <Tyl> What were you trying to do? <Jelarthna> Anyone got a pen? Mine doesn't seem to work anymore. ::looks at what seems to be a stick of charcoal in his hand:: <Tyl> let me see that - ::holds out her hand:: I can fix it... * Curdswell rummages through his pockets, extracts what looks to be a ball point, and proffers it to Jel. <Jelarthna> ::Tyl:: I was trying to experiment with my own spell. <Jelarthna> ::hands over the pen to Tyl, and takes the one from Curdswell:: Thank you. <Michelle> So you decided to pop over to the eternal pits of hellfire to try it out? * Curdswell picks up his improbably invention and crams it back into a too small, yet seemingly just large enough, shirt pocket. <Curdswell> You're welcome. ::nods:: * Jelarthna writes clearly "Does Notte Work" on the piece of paper, and hand the pen back to Curdswell. <Jelarthna> Nice pen! * Tyl stares at the pen intently... there is an odd smell and slowly it reforms itself. * Curdswell takes the pen and absently secrets it away somewhere in his vast array of pockets. <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: No, this was my spell not working properly. <Tyl> Here. <Zoya> ::shakes her head at Jel:: You're going to kill yourself with that, one of these days. <Michelle> So, was there suppose to be a time delay in your spell as well as a teleport feature? <Curdswell> ::to Jell:: Thanks, picked that up somewhere... ::muttered::... don't really recall where... unless that was in Amn, when the Shadow Thieves were... ::trails off:: <Jelarthna> ::takes the pen from Tyl:: Wow, that was neat! Thanks! <Tyl> ::grin:: wish those stupid mage-y people were here... ::to Zoya:: could you do that with magic? <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: I sure hope not. I'm trying to keep the power level low. <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: No, I just came back on my own. * Curdswell suddenly realizes his mug is nowhere around and frowns. <Zoya> ::glances at the remains of the black smoke:: Are you. Try even lower next time. <Jelarthna> ::grins:: I think that's a good idea. <Zoya> ::finishes off her ale to clear the smoke from her throat:: <Jelarthna> What stupid mage-y people? <Zoya> ::to Curdswell:: Your invention is wonderful. What can I do to help you? <Tyl> the ones that think I'm a crazy cleric... they don't believe in psionics... <Jelarthna> Sorry about the smoke everyone, I was supposed to come back just outside the door. <Michelle> I think she means the ones that won't let her open a school for mind reading. <Jelarthna> Oh, those. ::shakes his head:: Some people just have trouble opening to new things. Sad, really. <Curdswell> Ah, that's the rub...::to Zoya. He starts rummaging through his pockets again and after only a brief interval extracts a scroll, which he lays on the table and unrolls.:: <Zoya> [Sorry, I missed Tyl's question earlier...] ::to Tyl:: Hmm. Possibly, but not that simply. * Jelarthna rolls up the piece of paper and puts it in his pouch, along with the now restored pen. * Curdswell idly fiddles with the torn edge of his scroll. * Jelarthna snaps his fingers, pulls them out again and writes "Need Extra Pen", then puts them away again. <Michelle> [He wrote on his fingers. And where he pull them out from?] <Zoya> ::looks at Curdswell's scroll with curiosity:: <Jelarthna> [the paper, silly! :) ] <Curdswell> See, this highlights a particular spell I need performed. ::points at the arcane formula on the scroll:: Actually, a device I need enchanted. <Curdswell> Problem is, I'm not sure the spell is sound. And the object upon which I need it cast, well, I haven't exactly fashioned it yet. <Jelarthna> ::waving away some errant smoke still coming off of his body, gives Phil's mug back and goes to look at the scroll:: * Curdswell shrugs and looks a little sheepish. * Philister looks at his emptied mug and plops it back on the counter, so it can waddle back into the kitchen. <Zoya> ::reaches gently toward the scroll:: May I? <Curdswell> Certainly. ::grins:: This _starts_ to get a little out of my depth. I've collaborated with a series of mages over the years, and I _think_ I've got it mostly right, but...::shrugs:: <Zoya> ::turns the scroll so she can read it better, and begins carefully tracing over arcane symbols with a long finger, mumbling to herself:: <Jelarthna> ::reading over Zoya's shoulder:: <Tyl> ::to Phil:: so, enjoying the cigars? <Philister> ::grins at Tyl:: Yes, but *slowly*... <Tyl> well, good. I'm glad... * Curdswell fidgets on the edge of his seat, watching Zoya read the scroll. <Zoya> ::nods a little at the symbols:: I think - given some time for adequate research - I could work with this. <Curdswell> Ah, ::beams:: excellent. <Jelarthna> ::looks thoughtful and moves back to the bar to finish his wine:: <Curdswell> Would you like to hang on to that? I have another copy, ::quickly pats his pockets:: somewhere. <Zoya> ::nods:: I'll need to keep it if I'm going to do the research. Wouldn't want to chance remembering one of these symbols wrong. <Curdswell> Understandable. * Curdswell leans back in his chair and stretches. <Michelle> Last call. <Curdswell> Well, its been a long day, with the promise of more to come. ::sighs:: I still have to procure everything I need for the device that spell will enchant. <Zoya> ::looks up, surprised:: Already? Well. ::she carefully re-rolls the scroll:: * Curdswell bows slightly to Zoya and waves to everyone else. <Philister> Well, I had best be getting back to the Barrelstone. I can barely imagine what sorts of disasters and calamities are going unattended to without me. Good night everyone! <Tyl> Good night! <Curdswell> I think I'm going to call it a night--evening everyone. <Jelarthna> ::still looking thoughtful, pulls out a small jingly pouch and places it on the counter:: <Jelarthna> Good night! <Tyl> Hey, Jel... walk me home? <Michelle> Good night everyone. * Curdswell slips out the door and disappears into the night. * Tyl tosses Michelle a coin <Zoya> ::gathers up the book and the scroll:: Good night, all! <Zoya> ::to Jel:: Are you coming back to the Tower tonight? <Michelle> Michelle catches the coin, picks up Jel's purse and puts both in the strong box. <Jelarthna> Yes to both! Give me just a second, though, I need to ask Michelle something. <Michelle> Yes? <Zoya> ::grins to some private thought, then heads out into the night, carefully cradling her treasures:: <Jelarthna> ::watches Zoya leave, then turns to Michelle:: Well I didn't want to bring this up when Zoya was here, because I already know she disapproves... <Jelarthna> But when do you want to start looking for Jaret? <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: Don't say anything to her, please. <Tyl> ::grin:: I won't. * Michelle sags, "I wanted to start looking the day I found out he left. I still want to. But we're not supposed to." Shakes her head, "I just don't know Jelarthna. And I'm afraid there's another complication." <Jelarthna> Oh? What's that? <Jelarthna> Besides, it's not like I intend to *interfere*, as such... just see if he's doing okay... <Tyl> Where'd he go off to anyway? <Michelle> This girl tried to join Jaret's fencing classes after she found out that a woman was teaching them. Her parents disapprove but she's obviously idolizing Yohko. I haven't figured out how to handle the situation yet. But I don't think it'll be very good for her if I leave town without settling this issue." <Jelarthna> We don't know, that's part of the problem. <Jelarthna> Very well. I still think I'm going to start some looking on my own. I'll keep you appraised of what I find. <Michelle> Jelarthna, you are NOT to leave Marsember without me. <Jelarthna> ::pats at a couple of slightly smoldering places on his shirt:: Well I won't go far, I promise. <Michelle> Jelarthna, I suspect we have different definitions of far. Don't leave town on your own. There's a reason we're worried about Jaret, and you attract far more trouble than he does. <Jelarthna> ::grins:: Maybe so. I'll just try to get some idea of which way he went, and decide what to do from there, okay? <Michelle> Alright. <Jelarthna> Okay, good night then. And you don't need to worry about me so much. I can cast my spells again, remember? <Tyl> ::to Jel:: I might be able to help with that, if you'd like to go dreamwalking with me... I don't know him well enough to recognize him if I see him <Jelarthna> Or maybe that's a cause for worry now? ::grin:: <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: Sounds interesting... * Michelle shakes her head, "If I have to remind you about that last little adventure we went on it might be the last little adventure you ever go on." <Jelarthna> That wasn't my fault! ::wounded tone, but grinning:: <Michelle> It wasn't your fault, but you tend to attract a lot of that sort of thing. And remember, I've met some of your friends. <Jelarthna> Just remember that you people are among them, you know. * Michelle smiles, "That's why I worry." <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: Good night, Michelle. <Michelle> Goodnight Jelarthna, Tyl. <Jelarthna> ::walks outside with Tyl:: So tell me about this dreamwalking thing? <Tyl> 'night, Michelle * Michelle locks the doors and dims the lamps. She then stands approximately where Jelarthna appeared earlier and begins casting a spell. A few moments later a small breezes races through the room before exiting out the chimney. Michelle then heads for the kitchen, "Jaret missing, Jelarthna getting ready to run around looking for Jaret, more of Jelarthna's old friends looking for him, and a possible protege just to make things interesting. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother...." |
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