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* Rhys walks in from the kitchen, around the bar, and unlocks the main door. He returns behind the bar. "Hall's open." * Tyl walks in, takes her cloak off and sits at the bar * Temire walks in and has a seat at the bar. "Good evening Rhys." <Rhys> Good evening ladies. Can I get you anything? <Temire> Oh. Mistress Tyl'gainia. How have you been? <Tyl> Aha... young Temire... how's the skulking going? ::to Rhys:: rum and ice, please <Temire> Meade please. * Rhys gets Tyl a rocks glass with some ice in it, adds rum, and sets it in front of Tyl. "Here you are." * Zoya strolls in, a book under one arm. * Temire smiles, "Mistress Yohko's been teaching me some, but she's more concerned with my fighting ability. I was hoping I could get you to give me some more lessons." <Zoya> Evening, all! ::she sits at a table and begins looking through the book. * Rhys gets Temire a mug of meade. <Temire> Good evening Mistress Zoya. <Tyl> I'd be thrilled to do so... skulking is a lot easier then psionics... more fun, too <Tyl> Zoya! ::jumps up from the bar and hugs a somewhat startled Zoya:: <Zoya> Ah... Oh, hello, Tyl. You're looking much better. <Tyl> Jel woke up last week... he's doing much better... ::sits back down:: <Zoya> I'm glad to hear it. Any idea when he'll be fit to resume his studies? <Tyl> um, probably as soon as he comes out of shock... * Tyl grins * Zoya raises an eyebrow * Alranis slips into the Hall and sidles up to the bar. * Alranis settles in on a barstool some distance away from the others, as per usual. * Zoya nods cordially to Alranis <Rhys> ::to Alranis:: Weider's? * Lisl strides in through the door, pausing for a look-round at the number of people. <Alranis> Yeah. :: grins lopsidedly :: If you've got it. <Lisl> Wow. Busy tonight. Rhys, 'kick and a water chaser, please? <Rhys> Sure thing. ::fills a mug with the dark beer:: Of course, Lisl. * Fire Dancer slips through the door quietly. * Tyl turns to Lisl... * Rhys puts the mug in front of Alranis, and fixes Lisl her shot and chaser. "Here you go. Don't get them mixed up." He grins. <Tyl> Ah, good evening, Milady Lisl ::produces a small box with a flourish:: Just a token for you of my esteem... * Alranis takes a sip. * Glossaria pokes her head in through the door, goggling at the number of people before slowly making her way indoors, smoothing down her dress. <Lisl> ::blinks at Rhys:: You mean, you can taste a difference between them? ::sly grin:: * Fire Dancer sits a table away from the gathering people. <Rhys> ::to Lisl:: It's subtle, but still... <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Tyl:: Good evening, Tyl. What's this, then? <Rhys> Can I get anyone else something to drink? <Tyl> ::grins at Lisl:: It's a present.... * Fire Dancer walks up to the bar. <Fire Dancer> I'd like something with a little spice. * Glossaria takes a seat at the bar timidly, brushing her short, neon-green hair with her fingers and feeling for her pencil and ever-present notebook. "I'd like a drink, M'lord Rhys. What would you recommend? * Zoya locates the pages she was looking for in her book, pulls a pencil from behind one somewhat-smudged ear, and begins making notes in the margins. <Fire Dancer> ::to Gloss:: what are you writing about ma'am? * Alranis scratches behind one ear. * Lisl opens the box with an expression somewhere between anticipation and trepidation, as if she expects a bloody finger. <Rhys> Hmmm... two requests... ::mixes together vodka, tomato juice, and a healthy splash of tabasco, and sets it in front of Fire Dancer:: Try this. * Fire Dancer takes a sniff, and a careful sip. <Glossaria> ::slips off her stool and offers FD a brief curtsey:: My name is Glossaria. I'm just taking notes. It helps me remember events better later. <Fire Dancer> ::to Rhys:: thanks, it's pretty good. <Fire Dancer> ::to Gloss:: i understand <Rhys> ::to Glossaria:: Any preferences? Any flavors to avoid, or emphasize? * Lisl opens the box and smiles faintly, pulling out a finely worked pearl necklace, set with a moonstone pendant. "Oh, Tyl...where did you find this?" <Tyl> ::grins:: I picked it up somewhere... somehow it seemed appropriate... it's for being a friend... <Glossaria> DEFINITELY avoid absinthe, or anything mixed with it. Otherwise...hmmm. ::taps her lip with her pencil, thinking:: I've tried a number of applewoo-- umm...apple concoctions lately. Is there something besides apple beer, applejack, apple juice, and cider? * Alranis takes a sip from his mug. * Jelarthna makes his way down the stairs and into the main room. His gait seems fairly strong and is mostly steady, but more cautious than is usual for him. * Temire sips her meade. <Rhys> Well... there's apple brandy and apple schnapps, but those can be a little stiff for just tasting. * Glossaria looks past Mistress Zoya, over her shoulder. "Master Jelarthna! you're better! I'm so pleased." * Tyl looks up as Jel enters the room... <Glossaria> ::frowns:: Stiff? Not in the sense of rigid, I assume? * Zoya turns as Gloss greets Jel and smiles warmly at him. "Glad to see you're up and about." <Rhys> No... as in strong. High alcoholic content, usually consumed for the inebriating properties, rather than the flavor. * Jelarthna smiles at everyone and looks a bit surprised at the number of people. <Lisl> My thanks, Tyl, but I need no reward for doing what friends are supposed to do. ::smiles, holding the necklace to the light and watching the moonstone shimmer:: I don't know if I can dress well enough to match *this*. <Tyl> ::grins:: I think it goes well with your eyes... <Glossaria> Hmm. ::thinks for a moment:: You mean like mulekick? ::eyes light up:: Maybe I should try some of that...I should know what it's like to be inebriated, too, and M'lady Tyl said that was fastest. * Alranis seems to be studying the mug in between the occasional sip. <Lisl> ::matches Tyl's grin:: Well, not these, but it would do with my others...::giving Tyl a wink:: * Fire Dancer watches everyone over her glass. * Rhys raises an eyebrow slightly. "Why don't we just try the apple brandy, first. It's more flavorful, and not quite as damaging." <Lisl> ::glances over at the green-haired girl as she hears her mention "mulekick":: Fastest way to get drunk, girl, if your constitution can stand it. If it can't, it's a good way to learn about life after death. * Lisl sips her....water. * Jelarthna looks around somewhat indecisively, and makes his way to the bar. <Rhys> Jelarthna, it's good to see you vertical again. Can I get you anything? <Glossaria> ::nods uncertainly:: If you think that's best, m'lord Rhys. * Temire sips her meade. <Jelarthna> ::grins slightly at Rhys:: Er... thank you, Rhys. Just some tea, please. Something bland. <Rhys> Of course. ::takes out a cup, fills it with steaming water, and soaks a teabag in it. After a few minutes, it smells faintly of mint and lemon:: Try this. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Jel, nodding:: Anything stronger would put him back on his back, I imagine. <Jelarthna> ::sips the tea and nods to Rhys:: Perfect, thank you again. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Lisl:: Yes, I think you're probably right... <Tyl> ::looks at Jel with concern:: Are you feeling alright? Dizzy, headaches, bad dreams? Sleeping well? * Fire Dancer finishes her "bloody mary". * Glossaria fiddles with her pencil, nibbling at the end. "Perhaps I will have the brandy, M'lord Rhys. * Fire Dancer looks at Glossaria. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Tyl and motions for her to calm down:: I'm alright. Just... recovering. I still feel very weak and a little bit, um... separate from everything. ::shakes head:: It's odd, but feels like it's getting better. <Fire Dancer> Do you always approach drink this way? <Glossaria> ::looking back at Fire Dancer, blinking:: Approach drink? What way do you mean? * Rhys pours Glossaria a snifter of apple brandy. "Part of enjoying brandy is the scent. Swirl it around in the glass a little before you drink it." He hands her the snifter. <Fire Dancer> Well, you seem to be in only academic pursuit of the drink. <Glossaria> ::takes the huge glass, eyes nearly as wide as the rim as she handles it gingerly:: It's so big...this is a snifter, isn't it? I expected it to be smaller...hm. <Fire Dancer> What about the pure pleasure and enjoyment? <Glossaria> ::blinks several times in thought:: There's a difference between academic pursuit and pleasure? <Tyl> ::laughs:: <Fire Dancer> Perhaps you should taste something without your notebook at hand... * Lisl chuckles and picks up the other mug...the one that's not sweating from condensation. * Alranis takes a sip. <Glossaria> ::but if I don't write about it, I won't remember it...isn't part of pleasure the remembrance of it...ummm...nostalgia? * Lisl takes a hit of her 'kick. <Fire Dancer> Yes, but just in the pure reminisce of the pleasure, not in the documentation of it. <Jelarthna> How are you doing, Zoya? And how are things at the Tower? Are the gnomes keeping out of trouble? <Zoya> ::smiles at Jel:: Oh, we've managed to keep busy. Some of my students have discovered some very interesting things, actually. <Glossaria> Oh! I understand what you mean...but really, this *is* the way I remember. I do this for myself, not only for posterity. After all, there are many books on drinks and drinking, but I've found they don't match the experience. <Glossaria> That's why I'm here! ::smiling brightly and swirling her glass, watching the play of light in the brandy:: * Temire sips her meade. <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head slightly:: Hard not to keep busy around that bunch. Their energy is a bit infectious. What are some of these interesting discoveries? <Fire Dancer> I suppose. <Fire Dancer> Perhaps that is the essence of the difference between the mage and the priest. * Tyl blinks a few times, takes a sip of rum, and pulls out a pouch from her bag... <Zoya> ::glances at Tyl:: Well, one of them - Kranoj - turned out to be psionic on top of his magical talent. He came up with a way to convert magical energy into psionic power. <Zoya> It came in handy, a couple of weeks ago. * Tyl removes a jewelers glass and a few gem encrusted pieces of jewelry... <Glossaria> I'm neither...I can only practice what magic I've cons...um...read about carefully. ::proudly:: I'm a librarian. I suppose the human world might call me a sage. Which are you? Mage or priest, I mean? <Fire Dancer> I am both. * Tyl begins closely examining her stuff... <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Zoya's comment:: Is he the one who helped you with that staff you had before? <Jelarthna> Wow, that is inter... ::trails off for a moment and nods as a thought hits him:: Oh! I suppose I owe you and Kranoj some thanks then. I understand from Tyl that things were very close for a while there... <Zoya> ::nods at Lisl:: Yes, that's the one. <Glossaria> Both? Really? ::the notebook appears in her hands again as if by magic:: That's rare! <Fire Dancer> No, just unusual that both are developed. <Lisl> ::responding to Jel's comment a little *too* neutrally:: It was. Most people would have given you up for dead. <Zoya> ::to Jel:: Yes, that's what she told me, as well. That was when I thought I'd better bring in Kranoj's project. * Alranis takes a sip. He regards the mostly empty mug for a moment, then finishes off the contents. "Hey, go get a refill." He prods, and the mug wanders towards Rhys. * Rhys scoops up Alranis's mug, refills it with Weider's, and sends it waddling back to that end of the bar. * Fire Dancer sets down empty glass on bar. * Temire sips her meade. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: Well thanks to you both, again. I'm sorry I caused so much trouble... I really will have to find Jaret soon and thank him as well. * Glossaria swirls her glass a few moments more, and goes to take a sip, sticking her nose in the glass in the proper method, but pulling it out again before the alcohol reaches her lips. "Oh...my!" * Tyl tips the ring from side to side, squinting through the jewelers glass. She makes a thoughtful "hmmmm" and pulls out a small book. Idly, she thumbs thought the book and then looks back at the ring... <Jelarthna> ::shakes head at Lisl's comment, and smiles just a bit:: That is one thing I can count on my friends not doing; giving up. But this should not have happened, and I have only myself to blame for it. <Tyl> ::without looking up from her book:: Stop thinking negatively, Jelarthna... * Alranis takes a sip from the refilled mug, and smiles. "Thanks, mug." He waves thanks down the bar to Rhys as well, of course. <Lisl> ::takes another swallow of 'kick, chasing it with a sip of water:: Way of the world, boy...your problem is that you never consider *why* they don't give up on you. <Fire Dancer> ::to Rhys:: may I try some of the brandy that ::nods to Gloss:: she is sampling, sir? <Jelarthna> ::grins at Tyl:: I'll try. <Rhys> Of course. ::prepares a snifter of apple brandy for Fire Dancer:: <Glossaria> This is amazing...I don't even have to drink it to...well...drink it... * Temire sips her meade. <Tyl> ::nods absently:: this is a really excellent quality sapphire... <Glossaria> ::takes her hand from the glass and looks at it:: This has a very high alcohol content, doesn't it? <Jelarthna> ::to Lisl:: I know. That seems to be my problem too often... not thinking. ::Glances at Tyl:: I certainly have a lot of it to do... <Lisl> ::putting worlds of meaning into the word:: Aye. <Lisl> ::taking another hit of 'kick, and glancing at Gloss with amusement. <Tyl> ::peers at the ring some more:: that's odd... ::reaches into her pouch and brings out a largish rough cut diamond:: <Glossaria> Amazing...the alcohol sublimates at body temperature, releasing the essence into the air...thus the snifter... <Lisl> Odd? ::looking up from her mug:: What, that you're holding a diamond nearly the size of a robin's egg? <Glossaria> ::smiling delightedly:: It's like my library! ::putting her nose to the snifter again, and delicately wetting her lips in the alcohol:: <Tyl> ::looks up at Lisl:: Oh this? This is a rough... to be broken into several smaller stones - it's pretty flawed... however ::takes the ring and draws the ring stone across the diamond:: See? ::there is a scratch on the stone:: Only diamond can cut diamond... so, while this stone is blue... <Rhys> [when tyl scratched the diamond, somewhere, somehow, brighteyes winced] <Zoya> [LOL] * Jelarthna looks into his tea and takes a long sip * Tyl turns to Glossaria <Tyl> Have you read anything about blue diamonds? I've never seen one before... <Lisl> [chuckle] So...the blue one is also a diamond? I didn't think they came in that color... <Tyl> ::looks at Lisl:: I didn't either... <Glossaria> ::blinks several times, flips to the back of her notebook, and scans her finger down a column of notes before flipping to somewhere in the middle of the book:: <Glossaria> ::leans down and seems to sniff the page for a moment:: Here we go...mineralogy... <Rhys> ::to Tyl:: They're just extraordinarily rare. The dwarves say that the blue diamonds are from when the first dwarf killed another dwarf, Dumathoin wept tears that became the blue diamonds. <Glossaria> I'll warn you, I have no practical experience in assessing diamonds.... * Alranis takes a sip. <Tyl> ::frowns:: what's a Dumathoin? <Glossaria> ::absently:: The Dwarven high god, I believe... <Tyl> Ah... <Rhys> ::laughs a bit:: You didn't go to church very often, did you? Dumathoin is the dwarvish god of gems and other buried wealth. They say that when the world was created, Dumathoin laid all the veins of precious metals and stones in the earth. * Glossaria flips slowly forward a few pages, finds the page she wants, and, to the surprise of many, rips it out of the book, rolls it into a ball, and pops it into her mouth, chewing carefully. * Alranis whispers something to his mug. <Tyl> ::carefully tucks the ring back into her pouch:: I sort of skipped religion... <Jelarthna> ::looks up:: I've heard that legend. ::grins slightly:: It was not phrased very flatteringly where I was taught. * Temire sips her meade. * Lisl raises an eyebrow, and takes another hit of 'kick. <Lisl> [Lisl's such a violent drinker.] * Fire Dancer sniffs the brandy, smiles, then shoots it. * Glossaria absently sips her brandy to wash down the page, lifting surprised eyebrows at the combination of flavors. * Fire Dancer sets the glass down and hands a gold piece to Rhys. <Fire Dancer> Thanks. <Rhys> Of course... * Fire Dancer goes to sit back down at a table. * Lisl takes a long drink of water, studying Jel's thoughtful countenance with a frown. <Glossaria> ::tilting her head to one side:: Let's see...mineralogy...diamonds...blue diamonds...oh, of course! <Glossaria> Yes, Tyl, there are blue diamonds...::picking up her snifter and moving over to Tyl's side to get a look at the stone:: * Jelarthna takes another drink and looks around the room a bit. His gaze eventually falls on his right hand, which he flexes a couple of times thoughtfully. <Tyl> ::takes the ring back out of her pouch and hands it to Gloss:: <Glossaria> Most are a pale blue, rather lighter in shade than blue topaz...most are almost indistinguishable from their colorless counterparts. <Glossaria> ::taking the rim and narrowing her eyes as she looks at it:: A blue diamond of this color is exceedingly rare. There are...::furrows her brow as if thinking:: three on record of a shade that could be described as sapphire. <Tyl> ::blinks a few times:: well... <Glossaria> One was of unknown origin, the other two were from the same mine, in Gond. * Fire Dancer settles in a nice comfy chair and observes. <Tyl> ::looks at Gloss:: Maybe I should go poking around at Zhentil Keep more often... <Jelarthna> ::looks over and listens to the conversation over the diamond, then smiles at Zoya:: A veritable font, isn't she? <Glossaria> ::blinking a couple of times:: It would probably be safe to assume that this stone is from the same mine, unless a new source has been discovered...I would advise against breaking the stone and trying to sell it if it was acquired by less then... ahem... legitimate means, because the original owners would surely be able to identify it. <Zoya> ::grins at Jel:: Handy to have around. <Jelarthna> Just be careful out there, Tyl. It may not be the fortress of evil it once was, but it is still very dangerous... <Tyl> ::gives Jelarthna an incredulous look:: <Zoya> ::hmphs:: You're a fine one to be talking about dangerous. I'm of a mind to confine you to the Tower for the next five years! <Lisl> ::blinking again:: And I doubt you'd enjoy upsetting the original owners...although you *do* have a following of vampires, so perhaps you wouldn't mind.... * Fire Dancer is quietly amused by all this gibberish ramblings. <Tyl> I do *not* have a following of Vampires... I have a bunch of vampires following me... there's a bit of a difference * Fire Dancer softly chuckles. <Glossaria> ::blinks a few times and settles back in her seat, taking a deep breath.:: As Mardryth the Mage once said, "same difference." Is there anything else you'd like to know? <Tyl> Who was the original owner? I found it as part of a horde... <Jelarthna> ::blinks at Tyl and Zoya's response and says softly and with a bit of a rueful grin:: Alright, I deserved that. <Lisl> ::muffles a snort in her hand and takes a sip of 'kick to cover her grin.:: <Zoya> ::smiles at Jel:: Yes, you did. <Tyl> Actually, Jelarthna, if you want to stretch your muscles, Zhentil Keep is a good place for it... not quite as dangerous as other places, and I can always teleport us out if things get too hairy... <Fire Dancer> Teleporting can be sticky business. <Tyl> I'm getting better at it... <Zoya> ::nods:: Not a bad idea, at that. Good practice for going into the Ether. <Glossaria> ::cocks her head to one side:: The Temple of the Snake, in Gond. ::nodding to the stone:: You could very well be holding a SnakeEye, there. * Temire sips her meade and wonders at the deeds being discussed. * Alranis takes a sip. <Tyl> What's a snakeeye? <Fire Dancer> Snake eye? <Glossaria> ::smiling slightly:: Have you noticed a decrease in the rodent population around your place of residence? <Fire Dancer> Um, well no. <Jelarthna> I do not think I'm ready for such an excursion yet. I'm still at only a fraction of my strength... <Tyl> um... ::looks a little amused:: I don't really have a rodent problem around my house... <Lisl> ::quirking a smile:: You have, Tyl? Like the night our friend had a heart attack, and you took him...to the doctor? <Jelarthna> Teleporting is perfectly safe if you take proper precautions. It's mainly a matter of concentration and memorization. <Fire Dancer> Really? <Tyl> Hey, I only missed once... ::grins at Lisl:: It was only the third time I'd tried it... <Lisl> ::turning her smile to Jel:: Are you sure you can reliably do either of those things right now? <Fire Dancer> Just don't try it under fire. <Jelarthna> I am pretty certain that I cannot right now. * Temire sips her meade. <Glossaria> Well, the Snake Worshippers...::shrug:: They worship a giant snake. Worshipped. About a thousand years ago, there was a mammoth statue of their god in their main temple. <Glossaria> The statues was one of the marvels of the age, and legend says the eyes were made of blue diamond. <Glossaria> ::nodding at the stone:: Diamonds like that one. <Tyl> Hmmm... they're not going to want their pretty rock back, are they? <Glossaria> Only one was recovered after the temple was ransacked...the scribes don't record what they did to the thieves, though one is fairly descriptive about his nightmares after witnessing the event... <Tyl> Hmph. <Glossaria> ::shrug:: I don't know...they may. The Snake Temple is still around, and their god has one eye. <Glossaria> If they knew where the other was, I'm sure they'd have recovered it by now. <Tyl> ::studies the ring:: I wonder if they'd give me a reward for recovering it... I don't need another fanatical cult after me... * Alranis takes a sip of his beer. <Jelarthna> Er... probably not. As I recall, they are not the forgiving sort. <Tyl> Um... like I didn't take the damned thing from them.... <Lisl> ::grins:: What's another fanatical cult between friends? * Fire Dancer chuckles. <Tyl> ::gives Lisl a mock-glare:: annoying... they already burned my house down, and it took me until just a month ago to get it rebuilt... <Glossaria> ::cocks her head to the side:: I'd need another book to tell you more about the cult, but my impression from my reading is that they're not very nice. ::blinks a couple of times:: Oh, there's one other thing you should try to find out... <Lisl> ::sitting up:: What, again? You need to build in stone, Tyl! <Jelarthna> Actually, wasn't that Bai? <Tyl> NO, just the once... but contractors are so slow! <Tyl> Well, Bai's sword caught the vampire on fire... but, still, if it hadn't been in my house in the first place... <Glossaria> ...legend also says the eyes had a curse laid on them, when they were taken from the temple. What the exact nature of the curse is, I don't know, but...you *did* say you got this from Zhentil Keep? <Tyl> Yeah... <Fire Dancer> ::to Tyl:: Being friends with royalty is good insurance... <Lisl> ::blinking a couple times:: Bai's SWORD caught it on fire? I didn't know he was a paladin? <Tyl> Bai told me later, something about his sword being made from part of the sun of his homeworld, or something... I was too busy being upset about my tapestry to listen closely <Jelarthna> I don't think he is. Not really; not in the traditional sense here, at any rate. <Lisl> Hmmm....the sun? That would explain it, then. <Lisl> Vampires are...kinda allergic to sunlight. <Tyl> I've noticed that myself on occasion ::pats her short sword:: <Lisl> ::taking a sip of water:: Bai seems to know a lot about monster allergies. I wonder what he did, back in his home world. <Tyl> You mean aside from chasing Yb around? Dunno... * Alranis takes a sip, and stares at the bottom of the mug for a moment. "Damn, empty already?" He sends the mug down the counter. It strides purposefully, and begins pulling on Rhys' sleeve. * Rhys scoops the mug up, refills it, and sends it back to the end of the bar. "There you go." <Lisl> ::sly grin:: Yb, and my cousin...hm. Chases girls, kills monsters. ::shrugs:: sounds like a normal adventurer to me...::sips her 'kick:: * Alranis nods at the mug as it returns, and takes another sip. "Ahhh..." * Fire Dancer looks at the mug amusedly. <Fire Dancer> Interesting. <Glossaria> ::takes another sip of her brandy, noticing that it's nearly evaporated away while she was talking:: <Fire Dancer> I wonder... <Tyl> Oh, that reminds me, Jelarthna, have you seen Xarroch recently? * Alranis has a slight twinkle in his eye as he observes Fire Dancer's reaction. <Temire> Mistress Lisl. What do women adventurers do then? <Tyl> ::laughs and holds up a ring:: Chase men, kill monsters, and loot lairs... <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head:: No, I haven't really gotten out much lately. ::grins slightly:: * Fire Dancer catches Alranis's reaction. <Lisl> ::grins:: I would have said, chase OFF men...but to each her own. <Zoya> [...watching me watching you watching me watching you...] <Fire Dancer> [lol] <Tyl> ::to Jel:: well, when you do, please tell him I'd like him to come fetch his trophy.... the damned thing will not shut up and it's getting on my nerves... <Lisl> [sounds like Mystery Men] <Jelarthna> Trophy? <Lisl> Shut up? You mean, he took away the lungs, and it STILL talks to you? ::curiously:: What's it say? * Fire Dancer looks at Alranis. <Tyl> yeah... the head of that ::noise like a cat in a garbage disposal:: * Alranis shrugs, and takes a sip. <Tyl> well, it's psionic... so it can still reach me... mostly it likes to tell me how worthless I am. I've been mostly ignoring it, but every once in a while, it gets a good blow in... <Fire Dancer> [tyl, do you have direct experience in hearing this noise?] <Tyl> [Xarroch and Jel make the noise from time to time... ] <Glossaria> ::widens her eyes:: Xarroch caught a ::grated cat noise::??? Is that what attacked M'lord Jel? Can I see it? ::questions asked rapid-fire:: <Jelarthna> ::looks confused for a moment:: <Lisl> How worthless you are? ::chuckles dryly:: Hey, you're a head up over *it*. <Tyl> You're welcome to look at it, if you like... it's over at my house... I stopped carrying it around a while ago... * Alranis takes a sip. * Lisl looks down at her two mugs, looks from one to the other, picks one up, sniffs, and shrugs, knocking back its contents. <Glossaria> I'd love to see it...the picture in the Necronomicon is quite fuzzy, I'd love to clear it up a bit. <Jelarthna> I've come to a decision... I think it's time for me to go home for a while. I have... a lot to think about, and to work through. And I think I need to go back to the beginning to start. <Glossaria> ::glances at Lisl and leans over the bar to Rhys:: Why does she have two mugs, m'lord Rhys? <Rhys> One is her alcoholic drink -- the mulekick. The other is her chaser -- the water. You drink the chaser after you drink the drink. <Tyl> Um.... like some company? <Lisl> ::giving Jel a level gaze:: I hope you're not running away, again. * Temire sips her meade. <Glossaria> ::eyes widening, leaning further to whisper incredulously:: She's drinking mulekick? ::narrowing her eyes to study Lisl:: She doesn't *look* drunk. <Rhys> Lisl's very special. I'll leave it at that. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Tyl:: Thank you, but... not yet. I really appreciate the help you've given me, and I know it's given me a start. But I think for a while I need to work on this myself. I'll try to come back and visit when I can; I don't know how long this is going to take. ::shakes head:: <Glossaria> Oh...THAT's Lisl? The-- um...I mean...I've heard about her. * Alranis takes a sip. <Lisl> ::sparing Gloss an amused glance and raising her remaining mug in a toast before taking a sip:: <Jelarthna> ::meets Lisl's gaze:: No. No, I need to go back to the start of it all. And that is where I was born. I don't plan to run to or from anything right now; just... just to think things through. <Lisl> ::studying Jel for a long time before nodding slowly:: Fair enough. <Jelarthna> ::cracks a crooked smile:: I'm glad you approve. <Lisl> Just understand that if you *don't* come back, it's quite likely that someone will hunt you down and *drag* you back. ::an amused glint in her eye leaving little doubt as to who "someone" might be:: There are people here that need you. Just remember that. <Tyl> Well, I wasn't meaning to help you think... I mean that you're not in very good shape, and I'd hate for you to run into something hostile and hungry without any backup * Zoya tucks her pencil back behind her ear, closes her book, and stands up. <Jelarthna> I appreciate the offer, Tyl. But the elven village is still there, and they keep things in the area fairly safe. The journey there isn't too strenuous. I should still have enough command of my magic and my sword to warn off anything I'm likely to encounter. And I really think I need to be alone for this journey... * Lisl sips from her mug, and shoots a look at Tyl. <Tyl> ::nods:: alright <Zoya> Well. Stop by the Tower before you leave, Jelarthna. Kranoj and the others would probably like to see you healthy again. * Glossaria finishes her brandy, licking her lips slowly to gather the last of the flavor, and putting a hand on the counter to steady herself. <Zoya> ::nods to everyone else:: Good night, everyone. <Jelarthna> ::nods to Zoya:: I will be sure to. I also need to find Jaret and thank him, as well. <Fire Dancer> Good night young lady. <Temire> Goodnight Mistress Zoya. <Jelarthna> Good night, Zoya. <Rhys> Good night, Zoya. Walk Glossaria home, would you? I think she's had a fair amount of the apple brandy. * Alranis waves. <Rhys> Last call, by the way, everyone. <Glossaria> ::blinking owlishly and nodding:: So this is drunk? <Zoya> Certainly, Rhys. Come along, Glossaria. <Glossaria> Aye, mish...mistress. <Rhys> ::to Glossaria:: It looks like it. * Jelarthna chuckles * Glossaria stands carefully to follow Zoya. * Zoya heads for the door. Halfway there, she stops and gives Alranis a long, hard look, then sighs and shrugs, and continues on her way. <Fire Dancer> ::to Rhys:: Do you have rooms for the night? * Alranis nods and polishes off his mug's contents. "Thanks, bud." He pushes it along the counter back towards Rhys. The mug takes a little encouragement, but finally (somewhat sullenly), heads to Rhys. <Alranis> I suppose I ought to wander along. :: He rises, and stretches. :: The night is young yet, much to do. * Rhys directs Alranis's mug back into the kitchen. * Glossaria follows Zoya out, leaning carefully on her arm and swaying slightly. * Temire finishes off her meade. <Rhys> Well met, Alranis. Spend the night well. * Jelarthna finishes off the cup of cool tea and sets the cup on the counter. <Lisl> One more water to go with the rest of this, Rhys? <Jelarthna> Good night, Alranis. <Rhys> Of course, Lisl. ::pours Lisl another glass of water:: * Alranis nods, and heads out the door. <Lisl> ::knocks back the rest of her 'kick, and picks up the water glass as she looks after Gloss:: And that one wanted to try kick? I'm glad you dissuaded her, Rhys. <Rhys> I thought I'd start her off on something a little milder, and if she turned out to possess an extraordinary tolerance, then I'd consider it. I'm not Drachnaerbaen. * Jelarthna chuckles <Jelarthna> That you aren't, Rhys. * Jelarthna yawns <Lisl> ::laughing:: Aye, that you're not. ::knocking back half her water:: <Fire Dancer> ::to Rhys:: Do you have rooms for the night sir? <Lisl> Hmm...not sure if I like it this way...I think I prefer it neat. * Tyl finishes off her now watered-down rum <Jelarthna> Time to get some more rest, myself. ::bows to the room at large:: Good night to you all. <Rhys> Good night, Jelarthna. <Tyl> Goodnight, Jelarthna, have a good trip. If I'm not here when you get back, I'll be in Waterdeep... <Lisl> ::looking up:: Sleep sweet, Jel. <Fire Dancer> Waterdeep? <Temire> Goodnight Mas... Jel... Goodnight. <Tyl> You can probably reach me through Jacques... <Jelarthna> ::nods to Tyl:: I will find you, Tyl'gainia. <Fire Dancer> Never mind. * Tyl leaves the hall. * Jelarthna takes a moment pat a pouch on his belt and heads upstairs. <Lisl> ::looks after Tyl silently, looks at Jel's retreating back, and sighs heavily:: * Temire shakes her head then turns to Lisl, "Mistress Lisl...How should I address Jelarthna?" <Lisl> ::sipping her water:: Rhys, I think it was easier when I was cynical about love. <Rhys> Something you want to talk with the friendly neighborhood bartender about, Lisl? <Lisl> ::looking at Temire:: However you want to, lass. None of us really stand on ceremony. What are you comfortable with? <Temire> Well, he knows so much more than me, so I feel like I should call him Master. But recently everyone's been talking about him as if he wasn't much more skilled than I am, in which case I shouldn't be calling him Master. <Rhys> Temire, you might want to consider asking him what he'd like you to call him. And if says 'Master', tell Lisl so she can hit him. <Lisl> ::pursing her lips judiciously:: Personally, I'd not call one "master" unless he was teaching me. <Lisl> ::grinning at Rhys's comment:: And I doubt he feels like one...which is half the boy's problem... <Lisl> But consider also that he just escaped from a very foolish encounter, so we're all inclined to treat him less than well right now. <Temire> But Master Yohko said I should learn from everyone, even my enemies and my own students. <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: And consider also *who* has been treating him this way...many of us have been around that block a number of times. <Rhys> There's a difference between learning from someone and being taught by them. It's a dance of semantics, but it exists, nonetheless. <Lisl> ::nodding:: Master Yohko's wise. <Lisl> But calling someone "master"...calling ANYone by a title...is more an issue of respect, than who's learning from whom. * Temire pouts, "And of course Mistress Tyl'gainia slipped out before I could get her to give me more skulking lessons." <Lisl> ::grinning:: Some might feel that it's not right to call *anyone* master unless they earn it first. ::sipping her water:: * Temire thinks for a while, "Things were so much easier when I was living with my parents." <Lisl> That's why I say to call him what you feel comfortable with...or what you feel comfy with in polite company, at least. ::grinning wryly at a thought:: * Temire stands, "I should probably head on home. I'll see you both some other time." <Lisl> ::shrugging:: It's a lot easier for other people to make your decisions for you, yes. But it's not how you're going to learn things. * Temire heads for the door. <Lisl> ::nodding:: See you later, M'lady Temire. <Rhys> Good night, Temire. Be careful. <Lisl> ::grinning into her water glass:: * Temire smiles at Lisl, "I said it was easier, I didn't say it was as much fun." * Rhys collects Temire's meade mug and sends it back to the kitchen. <Lisl> ::glancing up the stairs:: I'd best be going soon as well, Rhys...I think I'll be getting an early start tomorrow. <Lisl> ::sighing:: Unless you'd care to explain the folly of youth to me? <Rhys> Good night, Lisl. Have a pleasant journey. <Rhys> ::grins:: I didn't understand it while I was in the midst of it. There's no reason why I should comprehend it now. <Lisl> Heh. ::finishes her water, pulls two more of the strange-looking gold coins from her tunic, and places them carefully on the bar:: <Lisl> For the water. ::smiling faintly:: And yes, in some places, it would be cheap at this price. * Rhys picks up the coins. "Thank you." ::drops them in the lockbox:: "And I'll take your word on it." * Lisl throws her cloak about her shoulders and walks out. * Rhys trails Lisl to the door, and locks it behind her with his key. He heads back into the kitchen after dowsing the lamps in the main room, a night of dishwashing and other joys ahead of him. |
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