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* Rhys walks in from the kitchen, pausing briefly to polish a dull spot on the bartop. He unlocks the main door and returns behind the bar. "Hall's open." * Glossaria waits outside the door, craning her neck to look up at the sign. <Rhys> Well met, Glossaria. Please come in. * Tyl walks in, plops down on a bar stool. She pulls out a small bag and begins rummaging through it, laying several nice pieces of jewelry out on the bar * Glossaria smiles and pushes open the door eagerly, picking up her raggedy grey skirts and striding in. * Zoya enters and sits at the bar. <Zoya> Good evening, Tyl! It's been some time - have you been out of town? <Rhys> ::to Glossaria:: More red wine? Or is there something else you'd like to try out? * Tyl looks over at Zoya * Glossaria pushes her hood back, revealing a shock of short, light green hair, and smiles as she takes a seat near Zoya. "Good evening, mistress Zoya." <Zoya> ::smiles at Glossaria:: Evening. How are your studies going? <Tyl> Why yes... I went on a little trip... ::tosses Zoya a jade pendant:: have a souvenir <Zoya> ::catches the pendant easily and looks at it:: Very pretty. Where did you get it? <Tyl> ::laughs:: I don't think you want to know... <Glossaria> ::smiling at Rhys:: Something else, please. Perhaps...::furrows her brows and thinks a moment before pulling her tattered notebook from somewhere in her robes and thumbing through it:: Absinthe? Do people still drink that? <Zoya> ::grins at Tyl:: I meant, where did you go? <Tyl> Oh... ::grins:: Zhentil Keep <Glossaria> ::bowing her head to Zoya:: I'm up to Minotaurs in Life Sciences, subsection Monsters. * Rhys looks at Glossaria. "We *have* it, but we generally don't recommend it. It's rumored to have certain detrimental effects if consumed over a long period of time. If you'd like to try it, of course, it's your choice. <Zoya> ::eyes open wide:: Really? I've heard that's a somewhat dangerous trip. What took you there? And will you let me quiz you about it? It's so hard to get reliable information out of there... <Zoya> ::grins at Glossaria:: You move fast. Good work! <Glossaria> Just a small glass, please. I've heard it makes people forget, over the long term, and I've certainly no wish for *that*! <Tyl> A long, long time ago, back when Eljorin, Codex, and a few others used to adventure together for fun and profit, we crossed paths with a wizard who lived there, or said he did at any rate <Zoya> Oh! I nearly forgot! Tyl, please meet Glossaria - the Tower's Librarian. Glossaria, this is Tyl'gainia, my good friend. <Rhys> ::murmuring to Glossaria:: Well, it's all unsubstantiated rumor, but anyway... <Tyl> ::smiles:: nice to meet you, Glossaria... * Glossaria perks up her ears at mention of information, and pulls a pencil from her hair, licking the tip and letting it hover over the pages of her notebook. <Zoya> A *wizard* from Zhentil Keep? ::Zoya's eyes practically glow with curiosity:: * Glossaria beams a smile, slipping off her chair ad curtseying to Tyl. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, milady." * Rhys pours a glass of water, gets a spoon out, retrieves a spoonful of sugar from under the bar, carefully holds the spoon over the glass, and pours from a tap over the sugar. The liquid turns from an emerald green as it comes out of the tap into an opaque green-white liquid as it pours over the sugar. * Rhys puts the glass in front of Glossaria. "Here you are. Be warned, it's more than a trifle bitter." <Tyl> Anyway, I've always felt that I owed him a bad turn or five, so when I heard he'd been spotted... I went out to "turn" him some... * Zoya grins wolfishly. <Zoya> I take it your trip "turned" out successfully. <Tyl> quite nicely, actually... <Zoya> ::gestures at the jewelry:: Have you had those identified? As nasty a place as I've heard Zhentil Keep is, I wouldn't be surprised if some of it was magical - and not necessarily to your benefit. * Glossaria turns back to Rhys and examines the glass with interest. "What was the powder you mixed into it?" <Tyl> oh... these belonged to him... and he didn't live *in* the Keep, but merely close enough to study it... he was taking "lessons" from something that did live there... <Zoya> Ah. Still - at least check for magical auras on that stuff before wearing it or selling it. Just to make me happy. ::grins:: <Glossaria> ::raises an eyebrow as she takes quick notes:: Some "thing"? <Rhys> ::to Glossaria:: Sugar. Absinthe is far too bitter to be served by itself, but in water, with some sugar for sweetness mixed in, it has a unique bittersweet taste to it. <Glossaria> Hmmm....interesting. ::picks up the glass and sniffs, wrinkling her nose and sneezing briefly:: * Tyl gestures to the pile <Tyl> Feel free... you know I don't do that magic thing... * Zoya climbs off her stool and walks over to Tyl's table. She puts the jade amulet down next to the rest of the jewelry, and with one hand spreads the jewelry out a bit. She sits in the chair opposite Tyl and leans over, looking intently at the tabletop... * Glossaria takes a cautious sip of the absinthe, makes a truly horrid face, and turns her head to spit it out again, coughing and putting the glass down, just barely making the edge of the bar. "Water...please..." * Rhys pours Glossaria a glass of cold water. "Here." * Glossaria grabs the glass and downs in it one swallow, gasping deep breaths. <Glossaria> ::cough:: AUGH....it's horrible....Napkin? * Rhys retrieves the glass of absinthe and sniffs it tentatively. "I didn't think it was *that* bad..." * Rhys gives Glossaria a cloth napkin from under the bar. <Zoya> ::Very slowly and carefully, Zoya reaches out and pulls a ring from the pile... Then a necklace... Then a brooch.:: * Glossaria picks up the napkin and presses it to her mouth...when she puts it down, there's a small pattern of holes in one corner. "ah....better." <Glossaria> ::picks up her notebook, leafs back a few pages, and jots a note in it:: Oh...gods within...that's what I get for not cross-referencing.... <Zoya> These have some sort of magic to them. Fairly minor... A little red, a little lavender, and a touch of blue. They don't *seem* to be dangerous, but you might want to invest in a good identification spell - some of the ugliest curses I've seen have disguised themselves as beneficial magic. * Tyl reaches into her backpack and pulls out a light tan covered book... the script on the cover is guilded and the pages are also guilded on the edges... * Zoya looks on with interest. <Tyl> Here... this ought to give you the creeps... <Glossaria> M'lord Rhys, could you perhaps recommend something else...::looking sheepish::... that *isn't* made from wormwood? * Zoya blinks mildly and takes the book. <Tyl> I understand mages are a little "up the creek" without their spellbooks... this is his... <Rhys> Of course. ::scans the taps:: Perhaps... perhaps some hard cider? Kneecracker, maybe? It's fairly sweet, if you think that would suit you? <Glossaria> ::perks an ear and peers over Zoya's shoulder:: A new book? <Zoya> ::looks down at the book:: All of it? How odd. ::She opens the book and begins gingerly turning pages, perusing the arcane diagrams and incantations:: <Zoya> I'd stay away from this one, Glossar- ::breaks off and looks much more closely at the book's pages and cover:: *Definitely* stay away from this one, Glossaria. ::shudders:: I *hate* necromancers. <Glossaria> ::looking back at Rhys:: It might...I'm still getting used to some of the flavors around here...I'm willing to try. * Zoya flips the pages rapidly, trying not to touch them, and looks surprised. * Rhys pours Glossaria a mug of the cider. "Here you are." <Glossaria> ::eyes wide as she takes shelter further down behind Zoya's shoulder, cutting off her own view of the book:: As you wish, Mistress Zoya. <Zoya> Now, I wish I knew how he did *that* trick. It would make my library MUCH more portable. No wonder he just has the one book. <Glossaria> ::turning on her stool to smile timidly at Rhys:: Thank you. ::picking up the mug and sniffing again before taking a sip:: Oh...it's like applew-- umm...apples! <Zoya> ::sighs, then looks up at Tyl:: Did you have any plans for this book? <Tyl> You can have the book, if you want it... I can't think of someplace safe to put it, and I can't seem to burn it... but I wouldn't want anyone else with access to it... damned if I didn't nearly become part of his little army of dead things <Zoya> ::nods:: No, I'm sure he'll have protected this against normal fires and other sorts of damage. I'll take this home with me and see how hot of a magical fire we need to destroy it. Failing that, I think perhaps I'll give it to Jelarthna's friend and ask him to do what he can. <Tyl> oh... that big tall weirdo guy? what was his name...? <Glossaria> ::taking another sip of Kneecracker and cocking her head at Zoya:: You could put it in the Vault for now, mistress...::smiling a trifle impishly:: We finished bug-proofing it... <Rhys> ::quietly:: Xarroch. <Zoya> Xchkkk... No, wait, Xarroch. <Glossaria> ::eyes going round as saucers:: Xarroch? But isn't...? ::scratches her head in thought:: I could have sworn I read his name... <Zoya> ::grins at Glossaria:: Really? That's good news! I'll do that. <Zoya> ::laughs shortly:: Don't tell *him* you saw his name in your books. He's arrogant enough as it is. <Glossaria> ::still frowning in thought as she turns to Rhys:: Is this Jelarthna a god? I haven't seen his name... <Glossaria> Of course, I'm not through all the metaphysicals yet... <Rhys> ::chuckles:: Jelarthna is not a god. He's an elf. * Michelle enters through the front/side door. She's wearing a blue skirt and a light white blouse. Her moon ear ring seems dim this evening. <Zoya> ::throws her hands up:: Jelarthna's an *elf*. Erdian's ears, he *lives* at the Tower. <Michelle> Good evening all. <Zoya> ::waves cheerfully to Michelle:: <Glossaria> He does? ::frowning in puzzlement:: Oh! You mean the young man with the arm? <Rhys> Well met, Michelle. Can I get you anything this evening? <Zoya> ::blink:: With the *arm*? Well, yes, I suppose that describes it, though I thought we'd *fixed* his arm. * Michelle takes a seat at the bar, "Something light I think. Suggestions?" <Tyl> ::snert:: actually, last time I looked, he had two arms... <Glossaria> Well, yes, but I'd seen him in the Library before you fixed him...he seems quite fond of libraries. ::blushing a little:: <Zoya> Ah. Yes, that would be the one. <Glossaria> He never said his name...I don't think he noticed me. He studies quite hard. ::cocking her head to one side:: Why is he friends with a demon? <Rhys> ::mulls the question for a while:: Light as in white wine? Or perhaps just some lemonade? <Tyl> Evening, 'chelle! How are you doing? <Zoya> Well... I'm not entirely sure of that story, myself. But Xchkk- dammit - Xarroch seems to be all right. Except for that arrogance. <Glossaria> ::smiling shyly at the stranger and nodding her head, taking a sip of her Kneecracker:: <Michelle> Lemonade! ::eyes flash:: <Zoya> Michelle, have you met Glossaria, yet? She's my new librarian. * Rhys pours Michelle a mug of cold lemonade. "Here you are." <Michelle> I'm doing alright. We had some excitement a few weeks ago, but it seems to have blown over finally. * Michelle nods to Glossaria, "A pleasure to meet you. By the way, what are you drinking, I don't recognize it?" * Michelle sips her lemonade, "Oh this is wonderful. I haven't had a nice cold glass of lemonade in forever." <Glossaria> ::slipping off her stool for a brief curtsey to Michelle:: Pleased to make your acquaintance, milady. ::holding up her mug:: It's some sort of apple brew...Kneecracker, it's called. * Michelle shakes her head, "Mulekick and Kneecracker, I suppose it isn't any different than King Cobra and Colt 45." <Glossaria> In forever? But...oh, exaggeration. I understand. ::smiling:: * Michelle looks questioningly at Zoya. <Glossaria> ::cocking her head to the side:: Mulekick? What's that? I've barely begin to try things... <Zoya> What's wrong, Michelle? * Michelle smiles and shakes her head, "Nothing." * Glossaria sips her Kneecracker. <Zoya> ::to Glossaria:: Mulekick is a house specialty of, ah... Somewhat frightening potency. I really don't recommend it unless you absolutely *have* to get drunk immediately. Or unless you've got paint you want to remove. <Glossaria> ::raising her eyebrows, wrinkling them together in a somewhat puzzled look:: Is it sometimes necessary to get drunk immediately? Most poets seem to take their time doing it... <Tyl> ::looks a bit pained:: Sometimes being drunk is a good way to not be in pain... why take your time about it then? <Michelle> Poets usually don't have anything better to do. Not that it's a bad life mind you. <Zoya> ::laughs:: Well, some people seem to think it's occasionally beneficial to get drunk as quickly as possible. <Glossaria> ::looks concerned:: Are there patrons that are always in pain, then? You said it's a house specialty... <Zoya> Well... There are some patrons of, ah... semi-magical origin, I suppose... Who don't feel the effects of alcohol unless it's magically augmented, the way mulekick is. * Michelle chuckles, "Let's say that your employer is one of the more normal patrons and leave it at that." <Zoya> ::looks vaguely offended at Michelle:: Are you implying that I'm NOT normal? <Glossaria> Oh, I understand! ::smiles and jots a few more notes down in her book:: <Michelle> Zoya, you drink here. How many other establishment in this town consider extraplanar travelers an every day occurrence? <Zoya> ::grins:: <Glossaria> ::smiling somewhat impishly:: I don't mean to offend, Mistress Zoya, but you *do* live in Erdian's Tower.... <Zoya> ::grins wider:: <Glossaria> That you found it places you outside the realm of the usual...that you live there, well! * Glossaria finishes her sampling of hard cider and looks up speculatively at the taps. <Glossaria> Are there things served here that are not alcoholic? ::blinking:: I believe I'm starting to feel its effects. <Tyl> Oh, hey, Zoya... since you've got that necromancer's spell book, and I can't read magic anyway, let me know if there's anything interesting in there about vampires... it's been almost two months since the last time they showed up... <Zoya> ::frowns:: I wasn't planning on really researching deeply with this book, Tyl. Was there anything in particular you wanted to know? I'm sure Glossaria would be happy to do some research for you. <Michelle> Maybe they decided to leave you alone after nearly burning your house down. <Glossaria> ::looking over at Tyl eagerly:: You're looking for information on vampires, m'lady? <Tyl> yeah... I have a pack of them that stop by every few months and say... "Give me the book, argh!"... I'd love a way to know when they were coming... or how to get rid of them or something... <Glossaria> The book? What book? * Glossaria looks very interested. <Tyl> ::turns to Zoya:: Didn't I give that Book Of Nod thingy to you? <Zoya> ::frowns, thinking:: Perhaps... Yes, actually, I think you did give me some manuscript. A goodly while ago. <Tyl> That's the book they want... I'm sort of not giving it to them out of spite now... <Zoya> ::grins:: I'm sure it will be safe in my library. <Glossaria> I'm only up to Minotaur, I haven't reached the Undead section yet....but I could have some information for you...Hmmm....within a week or two, most likely. Unless there's some section of Monsters that the Library is particularly well-stocked on... <Glossaria> So this Book of Nod is a vampire text of some sort? ::whips out her pencil and jots another note:: I'll keep my nose out for it...ummm...I mean, my eye. <Michelle> So ghosts are listed under undead instead of under ghosts? * Michelle sips her lemonade and closes her eyes, savoring the taste. <Glossaria> Well, they will be. But they're already cross-referenced, of course. <Glossaria> ::watches Michelle:: Hmmm....could I try some of what she's having, m'lord Rhys? <Michelle> So shouldn't minotaur be under guardians? <Tyl> I don't know what the Book Of Nod is, actually... Moon Dancer said it was written in Latdin or some other language I never heard of... <Tyl> But they want it so badly, it must be important, and powerful, and that's as good a reason as any not to let them have it... <Glossaria> "Latdin"? Hmmm....::thinks:: I don't think I've come across that yet...::eyes lighting up with the thought of a new language to sample:: * Michelle shakes her head, "If Moon Dancer said it was written in Latin I'll take his word for it. But I'd like to know how they're getting here if that's the case. Too bad we don't know when they're coming. We could devise some kind of trap for them and ask." <Glossaria> ::turning to Michelle:: ...hmmm? Oh, I understand...no, undead is a class of monster, but guardian is...::thinks for a moment:: guardian is more of an...occupation. <Glossaria> ::raising a finger:: Pardon me, but...who is Moon Dancer? If it's a new language, perhaps he'd be willing to translate a little for me... <Michelle> Moon Dancer is the Hall's owner. As for translations, good luck, he's almost never around anymore. Plus he might just have recognized the language as opposed to actually being able to read it. * Rhys snaps out of a minor trance. "Sorry, Glossaria..." ::pours her a mug of lemonade:: <Glossaria> ::smiling:: Thank you, it's alright, m'lord Rhys. ::taking the mug:: Oh! It's cold? ::sniffing:: What's it supposed to taste like? <Rhys> Tart. Slightly sour. But sweet. <Glossaria> Hmmm....humans are very fond of sweet things, aren't they? ::taking a sip:: Mmmm...it tastes...::thinks for a moment:: old. <Glossaria> I like it. <Michelle> There are very few things that can top a summer afternoon on the porch with a pitcher of lemonade, and the company of good friends. * Michelle looks quizzically at Glossaria, "I'd have described it as having tasted fresh. If I might ask, what makes you describe it as 'old'?" <Glossaria> ::smiling thoughtfully as she takes another sip:: It has the tang of books made from old paper. So, old. <Michelle> Tang of old books? <Glossaria> ::blushing a little, embarrassed:: I...don't get out much. * Zoya chuckles quietly. <Michelle> I see, ::sips her lemonade.:: <Glossaria> ::nods and takes a sip herself:: * Tyl pulls out a gem eye-glass and starts inspecting her "haul" * Glossaria sips her lemonade. "Hm. Juicier than I'm used to...." <Zoya> ::to Tyl:: I heard that you were thinking about moving back to Waterdeep? <Tyl> I'm debating the issue... Bluestar has an interesting job for me, and after the wedding, Cwal will be living there too... there just doesn't seem to be much reason to stay... and there are several reasons to go * Michelle mouths something at Tyl. * Tyl blinks hard a few times and nods a bit at Michelle... <Zoya> Well, I'm hardly one to advocate settling down. But we'll miss you - you must come back to visit! <Glossaria> ::finishes her glass and licks her lips, looking over at Tyl:: But what about the vampires? Aren't you worried that they'll follow you? <Tyl> ::shrugs:: so what if they do? <Michelle> That would lead to the question, "How are they following her?" <Glossaria> Well...::frowning:: But you don't have the book they want...how will you ever get rid of them? <Glossaria> I thought most people feared the undead. <Tyl> The same way I have been up til now... ::makes a gesture to her sword:: by killing them... <Zoya> ::grins:: She can convince them that I got to it first, and they can try their undead hands against the Tower. <Tyl> Oh, it's not like I plan on inviting them to tea or anything... but they do die... it just takes some work... <Glossaria> Oh! ::blinking and considering this:: That could be interesting... <Tyl> Interesting is a good word for it... bloody, messy, and loud are also good words... ::grins:: <Glossaria> ::responding straight-faced:: As long as they don't bleed in the Library, I won't mind. The noise can't bother me-- the doors are pretty thick. * Tyl turns to Zoya <Tyl> Is she related to you? <Zoya> ::laughs:: Not at all. She belongs to the Tower. <Glossaria> ::looking curiously at Tyl:: I'm honored by the suggestion, but no...what made you think that? <Tyl> Zoya's been known to walk into and around a bar fight and not even notice because she was reading... your comment reminded me of her... <Zoya> ::chuckles:: If I managed to walk around it, then I must have noticed it at least a little! <Tyl> I'm not so sure about that... I think it might be a latent magical ability... "obstacle avoidance while reading" or something... <Glossaria> ::smiling delightedly:: Oh, but I do that, too! 'Specially when I'm hungry... <Zoya> Speaking of hunger, I should get back to the Tower and get a bite to eat. The experiment I left in the lab should be ready for the next step in an hour or so. <Glossaria> ::looking out the window:: Oh, is it that late already? Time seems to move so quickly here... <Zoya> Tyl, don't forget to have those pieces looked at! And don't leave town before saying goodbye! <Rhys> ::smiles:: It's something to do with the company. <Zoya> ::looks mock-indignantly at Rhys:: I haven't messed with temporal magic in *years*! <Tyl> I will and I won't... <Zoya> ::grins:: Good night, my friends! <Glossaria> ::smiling as she stands to follow Zoya:: And please, stop by the Library before you leave...I'll skip a bit and get to work on the vampire information, if you're to leave so quickly... <Tyl> I'm mostly waiting until I see Jel again... don't want to leave without saying goodbye to him... ::peers after Zoya:: <Michelle> Yes Tyl, please remember to say goodbye. I usually don't get the opportunity so I appreciate it when I can. <Glossaria> ::looking up suddenly, staring at Zoya's retreating back:: Oh! So *that's* why it feels so familiar here! ::smiles and drops a few coins on the bar:: I'm sorry about the napkin, Rhys...could I keep it? * Michelle looks quizzically at Rhys. <Rhys> Of course, Glossaria. We'll get more. <Glossaria> ::smiling happily and picking up the napkin, tucking it into her robes:: Thank you very much! I'll see you next week, I hope. ::dropping a curtsey to the room in general and hurrying after Zoya:: * Michelle finishes her lemonade. "I should probably get back home. I will see all of you later." <Rhys> Good night, Michelle. Take care. <Tyl> ::shakes her head:: strange girl, that one... <Tyl> 'night Rhys... Michelle... * Rhys follows Tyl to the door, and locks it behind her. He turns down the lamps around the Hall, and then returns to the kitchen to clean up. |
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