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* Nacheyla walks in, unlocks the door, and goes back behind the bar. * Nacheyla swats absent-mindedly at the small stones that hover around her head. "Hall's Open" * Zoya strolls through the door, a heavy wooden staff in her hand. Her familiar faerie dragon, who has been absent of late, is curled around her neck, sleeping heavily. * Zoya sits in a chair and props her staff against her leg. A brief search through her pockets reveals a small knife, with which she begins to carve on the staff, very slowly and carefully. <Nacheyla> Good evening, Lady Zoya... Meade? * Lisl strides in through the front door, looking around. "Mistress...Nacheyla, isn't it? It's a pleasure to see you again, tho' I didn't expect it to be so soon. Michelle's not sick, is she?" <Nacheyla> I'm not certain. She called me at the last minute and asked me to take her shift. * Yb slumps through the door. She dressed nondescriptly, even her crystal staff seeming somehow ordinary. * Nacheyla moves to the taps and gestures at the Mulekick tap... "Your usual, Lisl?" * Yb sags onto a stool at the bar, casually dropping her staff in the corner. <Lisl> Hmmm....well, I suppose even she's entitled to a day off now and then...but I think I'd better check up on her later, anyway. ::nodding to the tap:: Please. <Yb> House special please. ::Yb half-heartedly drops a coin on the bar.:: <Nacheyla> Good evening, My Lady... can I get you a drink? ::pours a mulekick for Lisl:: * Nacheyla turns and pours a mug of meade for Yb:: <Lisl> ::turning to look, and doing a double-take:: Yb? ::peering closer:: It IS you, isn't it? <Xarroch> ::The door of the Hall slams open and a huge figure squeezes through the doorway. His clothes are mismatched and poorly fastened. He makes his way to the counter and sizes up Nacheyla:: Greetings, undead killer! <Nacheyla> ::mutters to herself:: Yb? ::reaches into her pocket and pulls out a scrap of parchment:: <Xarroch> ::turns to Lisl:: Hello, Lisl! <Xarroch> ::waves to Zoya:: Hail, Zoya. * Yb turns to Lisl, "Yes, my name is Yb? Do I know you?" <Xarroch> ::grins widely:: I am trying out my greetings. <Nacheyla> ::looks up:: Ah, Lord Xarroch, how pleasant to see you again... I have something for you... <Xarroch> Oh? * Philister walks in, looks around at the assembled patronage. "Geez... stay away a few months and all sorts of new faces and old friends turn up." He walks to the bar. "I'm Philister, lass, and if you get me a mug of meade, I'll be your friend for the evening." <Nacheyla> Some human guy came and dropped it off... said it was from the "little elf woman" with her regards... * Nacheyla turns to the taps and pours a meade for Philister... <Lisl> ::waving at Xarroch distractedly:: You don't remember me, Yb? ::face clouded, as if she's trying to decide if this is a good or bad thing:: Lisl? <Nacheyla> Here you are, sir... my name's Nacheyla... <Zoya> ::nods at Xarroch:: 'Evening. * Philister briefly hoists the mug in Nacheyla's direction. "Charmed." He drinks. <Yb> No, I don't even know where I am or what I'm doing here. <Zoya> ::grins:: So you *do* know my name. <Lisl> ::blinks a few times in puzzlement:: Then...you *did* walk in on your own, didn't you? This is the Meade Hall. Sealgair's. You honestly don't remember? * Nacheyla reaches under the bar and pulls out a large, wrapped box with a bow on it. <Xarroch> ::laughs:: Of course! <Zoya> Well... You've avoided it for so long, I was beginning to think you'd missed a vital part of our introduction. <Xarroch> ::grins nastily and takes the box from Nacheyla, then shakes it a bit:: How are you doing in there? <Yb> I'm not sure why I came in here, I just did. I don't remember ever hearing of someone called Sealgair. <Xarroch> ::snorts at Zoya's comment:: I am not used to using names. I know them, but it does not feel natural to speak them. <Nacheyla> Mistress Zoya, may I get you a drink? <Lisl> ::runs a hand through her hair distractedly, making it stand on end, and gingerly shifts her stool closer to Yb's:: But you remember *your* name. Do you remember...hmmm...::scratches her chin:: Bai? * Yb grabs Lisl's hands, "Do you know where he is?" <Zoya> ::laughs at Xarroch:: Well, come to think of it, I suppose that makes sense. * Nacheyla touches her amulet, studying Yb carefully:: <Zoya> ::to Nach:: Oh, some cider would be lovely. * Nacheyla absently goes to the taps and draws a mug of something cider-colored, never taking her eyes off Yb <Lisl> ::eyes widening:: Ummm...not right this second, no. But he *has* been coming to the Hall off and on. He must be around town somewhere. Is there anything else you remember? * Yb collapses against Lisl crying. <Xarroch> ::grins:: I am far more used to pointing and giving orders, then bashing heads together if they are not followed. It is not conducive to naming. ::shrugs:: Now that those days are behind me, I must learn new ways, I suppose. * Lisl opens her eyes wide in a shocked expression and carefully puts her arms around Yb to comfort her, as one would comfort a wolverine. "Ummm...Zoya? A little help here, maybe?" * Philister drinks some more meade and edges away from the various blast radii. <Xarroch> ::cranes over to look at the sobbing elf:: Oh? What is wrong there? * Zoya absently takes a swig of the cider while checking her carving, and coughs suddenly. She peers into her mug, sniffs it a bit, and takes another, more cautious, sip. <Zoya> Not bad, Nach.. Nachya? It's not cider, though. * Xarroch casually gives the box a couple of hard shakes and chuckles. <Zoya> ::to Lisl:: You seem to be doing fine. * Nacheyla is still watching Yb... "Oh, huh? Sorry... would you like a new one?" * Lisl gives a small "meep" of dismay and continues to comfort Yb rather mechanically. <Zoya> No, this is fine. I'm not sure what it *is*, but it tastes all right. Just a mark for the future. <Nacheyla> Sorry... ::shakes her head a few times:: I was a little surprised... from everything Michelle wrote about Yb, I wasn't really expecting... ::indicates Lisl and Yb:: <Lisl> Um....Nacheyla? Would you be so kind as to hand me my mug from over there? ::nodding towards it:: I think I need it.... * Nacheyla nudges the mug, which walks very very carefully over to Lisl <Lisl> ::responding to N's comment:: Neither was I...this isn't...normal. I mean, normal for HER. <Xarroch> Yb? The crazy elf mage? ::looks over at Yb again:: * Yb suddenly stops crying a looks up at Lisl with starry eyes. <Lisl> Xarroch! Ix-nay on the Azy-cray, alright? She's already upset! <Xarroch> ::blinks at Lisl:: What? <Yb> Oh Lisl, you'll protect me from the horrible demon won't you? * Xarroch laughs <Lisl> ::grabs hold of her mug with her free hand and drains a good half of its contents:: Um...of course I will, Yb. But this one's harmless. really. Well, at least in here. I think. * Xarroch laughs some more * Yb hugs Lisl, "Oh, I knew you'd protect me!" * Nacheyla swats at the golden star hovering around her head. <Zoya> ::into her not-cider:: NONE of us are harmless. <Lisl> Ulp? ::takes another quick drink:: Ummm...does this mean you remember who I am, Yb? * Philister drinks some more meade and mutters, "I am *perfectly* harmless..." <Lisl> [look, everyone! Nacheyla's got Lucky Charms!] * Nacheyla consults her scrap of parchment... * Yb blinks at Lisl, "Of course. How could I possibly forget my one true love?" <Nacheyla> [ACK] * Zoya goes back to carving on her staff. The faerie-dragon wakes up enough to watch her work, but doesn't bother to lift his head. * Xarroch laughs even harder * Lisl 's look of alarm increases. "Ummm....perhaps...I mean...maybe...I think you might have me confused with someone else, Yb? <Xarroch> ::wipes his eyes and trying to control his chuckles, looks over at Nacheyla:: A mule kick, please. ::he seems to struggle a little bit with the last word, and attempts a clumsy smile:: * Zoya carefully lifts her mug and pretends to drink while contorting her face trying not to laugh hysterically. * Yb smiles at Lisl and pats her on the cheek, when she speaks her voice has dropped an octave, "No, I'm absolutely certain you're the right one. You'll help me fulfill my dreams, won't you Lisl?" <Nacheyla> ::smiles up at Xarroch - way, way up:: Certainly... ::carefully pours him a 'kick:: Here you go, sir <Philister> [are yb's dreams of closets and babies?] <Xarroch> ::scratches his head a moment:: Thank you? <Nacheyla> You're welcome... ::smiles again:: <Lisl> ::looks daggers around the room:: Ummm...Yb, I don't think that's anatomically possible. ::seeking inspiration:: Besides...you love...you love Moon Dancer, don't you!? <Yb> [They weren't, but now that you mention it... >:) ] <Zoya> ::glances at Xarroch:: Hey! That's not bad! Finally inspired to learn some human manners, Xarroch? <Lisl> [you're ALL sadists] <Xarroch> ::grins at Zoya:: I am *trying*. * Nacheyla swats at the yellow star again, and actually makes contact with it this time. It flies away from her head, making little squeaky noises of dismay, stopping about ten feet away to bob up and down in the air, squeaking excitably. <Xarroch> ::looks at Lisl attempting to implode:: Do you need some help? <Zoya> Well, that wasn't bad. Better even than some real humans. Once you've got the actual phrases down, you can work on using them without thinking about it. ::grins:: * Yb continues to stare into Lisl's eyes, "No...Moon Dancer's not will to admit to what's inside of him. But you are." Yb's hand slides down Lisl's pelt. "You remember what it was like, don't you?" <Zoya> ::to Nach:: Um... If that's what I think it is, you're probably better off just leaving it alone. <Xarroch> ::grins at Nacheyla:: I could chew on it if you wish. <Zoya> ::cocking her head:: If it's NOT what I think it is, you may be better off leaving it alone, too. <Nacheyla> ::makes a face:: No thanks, Xarroch... it's sort of special... he's just excitable this evening. I don't usually wear them out in public unless I'm hunting, but he insisted... * Nacheyla gestures to the star in a come-back-here motion <Zoya> ::picks up her carving knife again:: <Lisl> [ACK! FLEE! LIKE WOMEN!!! LIKE WOMEN!!! Ummm....I assume you mean the pelt she wears on her shoulders, yes?] ::stiffening in alarm:: What WHAT was like? Yb, I've never been....that way...with you. <Xarroch> Very well, but I know some very... effective ways of keeping minions in line... ::grins at the star:: <Nacheyla> ::the star turns, almost as if looking at Xarroch, makes a terrified squeak and darts back over to Nacheyla:: * Xarroch chuckles <Yb> [Yes I meant the pelt on her shoulder. :) ] ::Yb's eyes sparkle.:: "Would that make it easier for you?" * Philister finishes off his mug of meade. "Lass, could you get me a snifter of Sembian brandy?" <Lisl> NO!!! Yb, I am *not* your beloved!!! <Xarroch> ::taps Lisl on the shoulder:: If you do not want to bother with the elf, why are you still letting her hold onto you? * Nacheyla nods and fills a snifter with brandy. <Lisl> ::glaring at Xarroch:: What do you mean, "letting"? * Yb smiles, "Deny it all you want Lisl, but we both know what you are in your heart." <Xarroch> ::grins:: Feral? <Nacheyla> ::watches the little drama, and pours herself a beer:: <Xarroch> ::sizes up Yb:: She can't be all that strong... <Lisl> What I am in my heart and who I love are two COMPLETELY different things, Yb! ::desperately:: Look, if that's what you're looking for, I still have Jean-Pierre's address!! * Philister has a sniff and a sip of his brandy. * Yb snorts, "Jean-Pierre was a fop. I need someone with real strength." <Lisl> ::grinding her teeth as she glares over Yb's shoulder at Xarroch:: Look, demon, there's strong, and there's strong. It should tell you something that I'm NOT afraid of you and I AM of this! * Xarroch laughs <Lisl> ::responding with something more like her normal attitude:: Jean-Pierre is NOT a fop! I nearly married him, thank you very much! <Nacheyla> ::takes a long swig of her beer:: Marriage is over-rated... * Yb smiles again, "And why didn't you?" <Lisl> Well, it's a long story. But the easy answer is that I decided I didn't need to. * Yb sits back up on her stool, her clothes suddenly seeming to be the highest fashion and the most exquisite quality, "Good for you Lisl. You should never let things chain you down." <Yb> Barkeep, a goblet of your finest wine. ::Yb scatters some coins on the bar:: The evenings festivities are on me. <Nacheyla> ::scoops up the coins and pulls out an old bottle of Arabellan Red:: Here you are... ::opens the bottle and pours a glass:: <Xarroch> ::slaps Lisl on the shoulder:: There, problem solved! * Lisl collapses back against the bar as Yb finally releases her. "Nacheyla, mulekick. Now. Lots of it." <Nacheyla> ::gives Lisl a quick look:: Are you certain? ::refills Lisl's mug anyway:: <Lisl> ::gives Xarroch a yellow-eyed glare and a low growl:: Fat lot of help *you* were. <Xarroch> ::chuckles:: I offered to help. You told me not to do anything. ::shrug:: <Lisl> I've never been more positive of anything in nearly four hundred years. Thank you. ::picks up her mug and drains half of it:: <Nacheyla> Four hundred years, eh? And here you don't look a day over three hundred... * Yb looks around for a few moments, then picks up her now sparkling staff and raps it on the floor lightly. There's a brief flash of light, then the staff is gone and Yb is hold a glittering folding fan. <Lisl> ::smiles sweetly at Nacheyla, showing a LOT of teeth, and takes another gulp of 'kick. <Xarroch> ::shakes his head at the theatrics:: <Lisl> ::carefully picks up her mug and moves to a new stool, one that puts Xarroch between her and Yb:: * Xarroch laughs loudly * Yb fans herself and sips her wine, arrogantly ignoring Lisl's movement. * Xarroch gulps down the mule kick in front of him and motions for another. * Nacheyla pours Xarroch another mug full of 'kick... <Xarroch> ::looks over at Yb:: So why are you so crazy? ::attempts a polite smile:: * Nacheyla pauses in the middle of a sip of beer, her eyes widening. She puts a napkin to her face and spits out her mouthful of beer. * Zoya 's familiar squeaks a bit in alarm as Zoya nearly chokes on her laughter and nearly mis-cuts her carving. <Xarroch> ::glances at Nacheyla:: Is there something wrong with my polite conversation? <Nacheyla> Um... * Lisl finishes her second mug of 'kick, closes one eye, and peers into the empty depths. "Ummmmm....one more, I think. Then I'll switch to water. Promise." ::pushing the mug towards Nacheyla:: * Yb snorts delicately, "When did they start letting common riff-raff into this establishment?" * Nacheyla hurriedly refills Lisl's mug, avoiding answering Xarroch. <Xarroch> Common riff-raff? ::looks puzzled:: This must be some of your slang I am not familiar with. <Lisl> ::chuckles at Yb's comment:: Hear that, Xarroch? You're common. ::sipping her kick:: <Xarroch> Ah! So that part meant what I thought it did. ::shrugs:: Think what you like, elf. * Zoya scratches the faerie-dragon on its head to calm it and inspects her handiwork while finishing off the not-cider. <Lisl> ::sips her 'kick again:: Too bad the worm girl's not here for this, she could define it for you...but I think it pretty much means the lowest level of society. ::grinning:: * Nacheyla blinks a few times, then looks at Yb for a long moment. "How odd" <Zoya> Glossaria. Her name is Glossaria. <Lisl> ::taking another swallow and looking at Nacheyla:: You're just getting this now? Ah, right, thanks, Zoya. Gloz..Glor...::gives up:: What she said. <Zoya> ::grins at Lisl:: How am I to teach Xarroch that it is right and proper to use people's names if you insist on using his brand of descriptives? <Nacheyla> Well, I've met lots of people in my time, but no one has quite managed what she just did... <Lisl> ::grins back at Zoya:: I've been propositioned by Yb and I'm drunk, and you expect me to go above his level? Ha! <Zoya> What's that? Referred to a demon as "common riff-raff", or the trick with the fan? <Nacheyla> No, she totally changed her aura and patterning... <Zoya> Oh, that. Well, that's Yb for you. <Xarroch> Hmm. Human society? ::shrugs:: Why should I care about that? * Yb continues to fan herself and sips her wine. <Lisl> Well, she's a-- ::gesturing with her mug, which looks rather frightened:: a whatchamacalit, wild thingy. <Zoya> ::grins:: Actually, Xarroch, among humans, demons are considered somewhat lower than even "riff-raff" are. <Xarroch> ::chuckle:: Why am I trying to learn these "manners" things again? <Zoya> I am also a "Wild Thingy", Lisl. Yb is... Unwell. <Xarroch> Wild Thingie? ::grins:: I like that. <Nacheyla> Yb has a wonderful defense against aura recognition... <Zoya> You tell me, Xarroch. Why *are* you trying to learn manners? Though good manners frequently raise one's standing. Or, at least, they get you to the point where you can be judged on your own merits rather than dismissed out of hand. <Xarroch> The insanity? <Lisl> Yeah, but you're diff'rent, Zoya. You're sane. <Xarroch> Pah. TO be honest, I do not care much what others think of me. There are only a few exceptions. * Xarroch laughs <Zoya> ::curiously:: Then why *are* you trying to learn human manners? <Zoya> ::grins at Lisl:: Ah, if only you could convince the other clerics of that... <Xarroch> ::thinks for a moment:: I suppose to have something else to do. My time is not quite so... full any longer. * Nacheyla watches Yb closely, studying her <Lisl> ::looking up at Zoya, eyes lighting with an eager yellow glow:: Want me to? Betcha I could! <Zoya> Do you mean to tell me that Jelarthna is actually behaving himself, for once? <Zoya> Um... ::studies Lisl for a moment:: Maybe after you sober up a bit. * Yb sips her wine. <Lisl> ::the light going out of her eyes as she takes another sip of 'kick:: Aw...it won't be any fun then.... <Xarroch> Jelarthna? He wanted to be left alone, so I have left him alone. He didn't seem as if he was going to be quite so foolish this time. <Xarroch> I am sober. I could do that convincing for you. ::gives Zoya a toothy smile:: <Nacheyla> Jelarthna? I haven't met him, yet, I believe... is he a patron? <Lisl> ::laughs:: A demon, convincing clerics...ha! Then they'd KNOW she's crazy! <Xarroch> ::nods:: Yes. <Zoya> ::laughs:: That would be just wonderful, Xarroch. Just lovely. I pop in to the Council of Clerics with a demon at my right hand and a werewolf at my left, as character witnesses to prove my SANITY? ::giggles hysterically:: <Nacheyla> Werewolf? ::stops and stares at Lisl:: * Xarroch laughs <Xarroch> Ah, but who would argue with you? <Lisl> ::looks over her right shoulder, then her left:: Where wolf? * Yb sips her wine. <Zoya> ::still giggling:: And as my next trick, gentles of the Council, I will bring to you a lich! <Nacheyla> Lich? ::looks around the room a bit aggressively:: I hope you're joking... <Xarroch> ::looks like he has a bad taste in his mouth:: I recall the last lich I met. Dusty. <Lisl> ::laughing:: What, you think she's serious? What'd you give her to drink, anyway? <Nacheyla> I remember the last lich I met as well... nearly killed me... <Zoya> ::recovers, still chuckling from time to time:: Well, some. They're not *all* bad, you know. <Nacheyla> ::to Lisl, still a bit wary:: um... I'm not sure... I had other things on my mind, and these taps are a little weird <Lisl> ::catching the look Nach is giving her, blinking and shaking her head a little:: Well, which tap was it, do you know? <Nacheyla> Um... ::turns to the taps:: um... this one, I think... <Xarroch> But do they not move around on their own? It could be different now. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: No, they don't change *that* fast...that one's....hmmm....wait, I know this... * Yb fans herself and sips her wine. * Lisl starts to lift her mug to her lips, frowns at it, and looks at Nach rather sheepishly. "Umm...I think I've done enough damage to myself for one might. Could you get me a glass of water? <Nacheyla> Certainly ::pours a glass of water:: <Lisl> ::rubs her chin:: Darnit, I recognize the tap, but...could you give me, say, a shot glass worth from that tap? ::sipping her water and putting a hand to her head for a moment:: * Nacheyla shakes her head a little and consults her scrap of parchment again. "I'd heard some strange things about this place, but rumors are no match for the truth, I think" <Nacheyla> Um... ::looks at Lisl:: I'm not certain that would be wise, Lisl... why don't you drink your water? <Xarroch> ::laughs:: I do not think you need worry about her constitution. <Lisl> Oh, there're all kinds of wild rumors around here. You'd think folks in Marsember had better things to do than to badmouth the tourists.... <Lisl> Just a small shot won't hurt. trust me, nothing here's as bad as 'kick. * Philister speaks up. "Lisl used to be a barkeep here, lass. If she picks her own poison, you might as well pour it for her." <Lisl> ::giving Xarroch a warning glare:: * Yb sips her wine. * Xarroch grins at Lisl <Nacheyla> Ah well ::pours a small glass of not-cider for Lisl:: as you will. <Lisl> I just want a taste, I'm not falling off the wagon quite yet. ::small grin:: Hair of the dog that bit me, if you will. * Xarroch chuckles <Xarroch> An interesting turn of phrase. <Lisl> ::shrugs neutrally as she lifts the glass:: It's a phrase. ::sips, and swishes it around in her mouth:: <Xarroch> ::turns and smiles menacing but trying not to be menacing smile on Phil:: Greetings. I.. ::looks thoughtful, then continues with largish pauses between words:: I do not believe we have met. I am Xarroch, who might you be? ::grins very broadly:: * Yb tosses her fan aside. It transforms back into her staff as it hits the wall. Yb then slams down her wine and starts working on her meade from earlier. <Nacheyla> ::looks at Yb:: Damn! She did it again! * Philister looks warily up at the hulking monstrosity now facing him. Who, me? Philister... and have you considered seeing a tailor or something? Tarp went out of fashion a few seasons ago..." <Yb> Yb knocks back part of her meade. <Lisl> ::swallows her mouthful and looks thoughtful:: Oh! I know...this is what Mom drinks...some kind of elven rum, I think. You've had how many of these, Zoya? <Zoya> ::holds up her mug:: Just the one. <Lisl> ::grins at the idea of Xarroch being polite:: Don't worry, Phil. he doesn't bite. Much. <Xarroch> ::nods, then looks down at the clothes and grins:: It is not easy finding things that fit. * Yb knocks back more of her meade. <Xarroch> ::glances at Lisl:: I don't eat friends, no. ::looks back to Phil and grins:: Do you want to be friends? <Lisl> ::gives Zoya an enigmatic look:: Hm. Your tolerance must be slipping, then. It's potent, but not that potent. * Yb finishes off her meade, "Another barkeep." <Nacheyla> ::pours another meade for Yb:: Here you are, ma'am <Philister> ::to Xarroch:: Given the undesirable alternative, sure. <Lisl> ::glances nervously around Xarroch at Yb, and puts her head back down, sipping her water:: * Yb has a healthy drink from her meade. <Zoya> ::considers herself:: I'm not drunk. Barely buzzing. I just found myself amused by the thought of confronting the other priests with a band of "monsters" asserting my sanity. ::chuckles again:: <Xarroch> ::smiles:: Ah! Perhaps this politeness thing works after all! <Lisl> Well, that's one way to make friends and influence people, Xarroch. Intimidation. ::chuckles, and hiccups a little:: Oops. <Xarroch> Intimidation? ::looks puzzled:: How was I being intimidating? * Yb drinks her meade. <Lisl> ::has a sudden thought:: And I was kidding about the intimidation part, btw. ::raises an eyebrow:: You implied that you would eat him if he *wasn't* your friend. See, this "politeness" thing is subtle. <Lisl> ::giving Yb a steady look:: Exactly what I meant. * Yb finishes off her meade, "Another barkeep." <Xarroch> ::scratches his head:: This may be more difficult than I had thought. <Nacheyla> ::blinks:: Um, ::looks at the taps for a long moment:: * Nacheyla pours another meade for Yb and shrugs. <Yb> ::Yb's face is starting to look a little flushed as she partakes of her meade.:: * Nacheyla watches Yb carefully * Philister has some more of his meade, still tentatively keeping an eye on Xarroch. * Yb has more of her meade. <Xarroch> ::looks at Phil to try again:: It is nice to meet you, and I will not eat you. ::forced grin:: <Philister> Well, that's reassuring. I'm much obliged. <Zoya> ::starts to giggle again:: * Yb finishes off her meade, "Another, barkeep." <Xarroch> Ah! See there? I did not imply that I was going to eat the halfling at all. In fact, I told him very specifically that I would not. * Xarroch preens a bit <Philister> Gnome. <Zoya> ::looks at Yb with some alarm and considers - briefly - suggesting that she lay off a bit.:: <Lisl> ::picks up her glass of water very carefully and walks to a stool between Phil and Xarroch, being wary of her balance as she takes a seat, smiling up at Xarroch and down at Phil:: There. Comfy now? Much better, Xarroch. But you generally shouldn't need to tell people. <Zoya> Ah, Xarroch. Perhaps we should work on the subtleties later. * Nacheyla turns her back completely on Yb and carefully hiding what she's doing, waters down the meade... * Yb gulps down more of her meade. <Xarroch> ::looks at Phil more closely:: Are you sure? <Xarroch> Well, is it not better that they should know right away that I will not eat them? <Philister> Quite sure. <Zoya> It is better still that they not know at all that you might otherwise be inclined to eat them. <Xarroch> ::looks thoughtful:: I could have sworn... No, you may be right. I do not think I have ever eaten a gnome before... <Nacheyla> ::makes a face behind Xarroch's back:: * Yb blinks blearily at Nacheyla, "You aren't being a cheapskate and watering this stuff down because you think I'm too drunk to notice are you?" <Philister> We're quite gamy, I understand. Not to mention stringy. Stay away from gnome. <Lisl> Well, with most people, the topic of eating others just doesn't come up...unless the situation requires otherwise...::hiccups::...excuse me...it's best to just seem as non-threatening as possible. for example, you may want to try a close-lipped smile. <Xarroch> ::nods to Zoya:: Exactly, that is why I ought to mention that from the beginning. <Nacheyla> No, ma'am. I am not cheap... <Xarroch> ::smiles at Phil:: Do not worry, my new friend. <Zoya> No, no, the subtlety is that by mentioning it at all, you are putting thoughts into their minds that might otherwise never have even occurred to them. <Nacheyla> Although I do believe you should slow down a little, or allow me to get you something to eat, perhaps? <Lisl> ::grinning at Phil:: Actually...::glancing warily at Nach and thinking better of her teasing:: Oh, never mind. ::sighing:: * Yb gulps down more of her meade, "Then get me something else, this meade is awful." * Nacheyla shrugs and selects a tap... "Here you are," <Xarroch> ::looks thoughtful:: This human society thing is very silly. <Lisl> Well, yes, but it keeps them from tearing each other's throats out. <Zoya> I'm sure there are things about demon society that we would find absurd. <Xarroch> ::laughs:: Perhaps, but the fools that get themselves killed it is better off not to have around. At least the way demons do things makes sense, even if parts of it are wrong. <Zoya> ::laughs shortly:: If it is sense you are after, then you have come to the wrong world. * Yb drinks some of her drink. "This is ridiculous. I demand that you give me an alcoholic drink or I'll start burning this bar down until you do." <Lisl> Sense? ripping people's heads off makes sense to you? ::laughs:: <Xarroch> ::looks at Yb, eyes narrowing:: You will not harm this establishment while I am here. * Zoya 's familiar chirps sleepily, and she looks down at it. "Already?" It nods, and she stands. <Xarroch> ::glances at Lisl:: Is does not make sense to you? <Zoya> Well. I have an appointment to keep. I shall see you later, my friends... <Nacheyla> ::blinks at Yb a few times:: I believe you've had quite enough. It's my duty as barkeep to prevent injury to the patrons. <Xarroch> Good night to you... Zoya. ::grins a bit:: <Zoya> ::grins back at Xarroch:: Keep working on it. <Xarroch> I shall! <Lisl> Goodnight, Zoya. I'll be over to have a bit of a chat later...when I'm more sober. ::toasts with her glass and drinks:: * Zoya tucks her carving knife away, gathers up her staff, and departs. <Nacheyla> Goodnight, Miss Zoya <Lisl> ::looking back at Xarroch:: No, it generally *doesn't* make sense to me. Sometimes it does, but generally, no. ::frowns:: It's damn wasteful, for one thing. * Yb picks up her staff and staggers towards the door. "Be that way. Don't know good business when you see it. Thinking *I* can't hold my liquor..." Yb's mutterings fade into the night. * Nacheyla takes a deep breath and expels it forcefully. <Xarroch> ::glances out after Yb:: She did not seem so bad at Jelarthna said. * Philister polishes off the brandy in his snifter. I think it's time for me to be heading along, too. G'night everyone. <Xarroch> Well, you do not just rip off any just. Just those that are in the way. <Xarroch> Good night, gnome. <Nacheyla> Good evening, sir. <Lisl> ::lets out a breath as Yb leaves:: Thank the gods....she's gone. * Philister slides off his stool and ambles to the door. "Good night barkeep. Good night big guy." <Lisl> Sleep sweet, Phil! <Lisl> ::glancing at Xarroch as she finishes her water:: You're slipping, I think... <Xarroch> I suppose I should leave now as well. ::digs around in a pocket and comes out with a handful of stuff, including some money, and sets it on the counter:: <Lisl> And even those that are in the way now may be useful later...::sighs:: Demons never think ahead. * Nacheyla examines the "stuff" curiously <Xarroch> Drat, I forgot the name again, didn't I? <Lisl> That's okay, you just met. It's hard to remember names of people you just met. ::digging in her jerkin for coins, balancing one-handed against the bar:: * Nacheyla makes a face and fishes the coins out of the pile. With a quick look at Xarroch, she swipes the rest of the stuff off the bar and into a trash can. <Xarroch> ::looks at Lisl's unsteadiness:: Let me help you home, Lisl. You look a bit unsteady. <Lisl> ::fishes out a small handful of coins and places them on the bar:: For your trouble tonight. Keep the change, Nacheyla, and thank you. <Nacheyla> Thank you... have a good evening... ::scoops up the coins and drops them in the lockbox:: <Lisl> ::looking up at Xarroch, and testing her sway:: Thanks...I think I'll take you up on that, Xarroch....::grinning:: very polite of you to offer. <Xarroch> Polite? I just want to see if you have to fight anything like that! ::grins and opens the door for Lisl:: * Nacheyla fishes out a small booklet from her pocket and begins writing in it... <Lisl> ::heading out the door, voice fading into the darkness as she follows Xarroch:: What, drunk? Aw, c'mon, I'd take'em with one hand tied behind my back! I'd fight 'em both together.... * Xarroch 's laughs fade into the distance * Nacheyla looks up as they leave. <Nacheyla> Well... another night and I'm still alive. Better than you thought, eh, old friend? ::the golden star squeaks in agreement:: * Nacheyla goes around and locks the door. |
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