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* Nacheyla walks down the stairs and unlocks the door <Nacheyla> Hall's Open * Nacheyla goes and stands being the bar. * Glossaria drags into the Hall, looking rather hangdog, eyes and nose reddened. * Zoya limps in, leaning heavily on a stout oak staff. Her faerie-dragon friend is coiled around her neck, squeaking somewhat with each step. She plops onto the first barstool she comes to. <Nacheyla> Good evening, Mistress Zoya... may I get you a drink ::turns to Glossaria:: And you, ma'am? * Jaret glides in, carrying a large bundle wrapped in deep purple silk. "Good evening, barkeep! I am afraid we haven't met yet! I am Jaret Malkier, swordsman. Please allow me to bestow upon you a small gift." From out of his bundle he carefully retrieves a delicate yellow rose that has a silver ribbon wrapped around its stem and tied in a bow. He hands it to Nacheyla. * Nacheyla make an odd face as she accepts the gift. <Nacheyla> Thank you, sir. I'm Nacheyla. May I get you a drink? <Zoya> Hard cider, please. With a generous dollop of apple brandy, if you would be so kind. <Jaret> Please! A glass of Arabellan Red would be delightful! * Nacheyla turns to the taps and consults with her sword hilt, picking two taps and mixing Zoya a drink * Glossaria speaks in an oddly hollow, stuffy voice. "Mistress Zoya! Whatever is the matter with you? * Nacheyla pours a glass of red wine and hands it to Jaret. <Jaret> Zoya! For you... ::he pulls out a soft, square of something, wrapped in rustling white paper:: <Nacheyla> This must be your special stock... sir <Jaret> ::to Nacheyla:: Moon Dancer does try to keep a plentiful quantity in stock, just in case. * Alranis slips in, and sidles up to the bar, a small distance from the other patrons. <Zoya> ::to Gloss:: Well, er... You know that statue in the main hall? The bronze one about ::holds her hands about a foot apart:: so high? With all the spiky bits? I um... ::looks sheepish:: Dropped it. ::muttering:: on my foot. <Nacheyla> ::smiles as she tries to find someplace to stuff the flower:: Yes, but this has Lord Malk-something written on it... <Nacheyla> ::to Alranis:: Drink, sir? * Lisl wanders into the Hall, rubbing her eyes. "Almost overslept...good evening, Mistress Nacheyla. Ummm....a glass of Sembian brandy, please, I think. And he'll have Weider's. ::nods to Al:: <Zoya> ::takes the soft square of something from Jaret:: Why, thank you, Jaret. Is this a special occasion? Did I forget my birthday again? ::smiles:: * Nacheyla nods and pours drinks for Lisl and Alranis <Nacheyla> Going light tonight, Mistress Lisl? <Jaret> Glossaria! I'll admit we aren't boon compatriots, but I found something that I thought would be perfect for you. ::hands Glossaria a dark walnut box with iron lock and hasps:: <Glossaria> ::brow furrows in sympathetic pain:: That must have been painful. You didn't break anything, did you? <Jaret> Not that I know of, Priestess Zoya. Just a gift for you that I found while I was... out of town. <Lisl> ::shrugging a shoulder:: I was in a mood for something different. * Michelle enters the Hall and heads towards the bar. She's dressed in a brown skirt and a yellow blouse. Her hair is tied up with a white scarf. <Zoya> I don't think anything is broken. At least, I can still wiggle my toes. It's just a little difficult to walk. * Nacheyla finally sticks the flower in a tall, strangely shaped glass. "Now, stay there... " she admonished the glass. <Nacheyla> Good evening, boss! ::grins:: get you a drink? * Temire enters the Hall after Michelle and sits on a stool next to her. She seems rather dejected, staring at the floor. In addition to her plain cloths she wears a black arm band. <Glossaria> ::accepts the box with a puzzled smile, absently wiping at her nose, and examining the box:: But I have no gift to exchange with you...I understand that's traditional? * Alranis takes a sip from his mug. He nods to Lisl and Zoya, and raises an eyebrow at the latter. <Nacheyla> ::looks at Temire:: Good evening Lady Temire. May I get you a drink? <Jaret> Lisl! Wonderful! I don't have to try to track you down. Here! ::withdraws a rectangular box and hands it to her:: <Michelle> I'll just have some juice Nacheyla. But give Temire anything she wants...Except the mule kick. <Nacheyla> ::nods and pours Michelle a glass of orange juice:: * Lisl takes a sip of her brandy and raises an eyebrow at Jaret:: Track me down? Did you come into some money, M'lord Jaret? ::taking the box:: <Jaret> It's only traditional on holidays, Glossaria. Sometimes, a gift is just a gift. * Temire waves her hand at Nacheyla, "Anything..." * Nacheyla studies the girl for a moment, then pours a small glass about half full of rich amber liquid <Glossaria> Oh. ::sniff:: Alright. ::opening the box:: <Jaret> Come into money? No. I just had many opportunities lately to purchase and barter for some things that reminded me of my good friends. * Temire throws back half the contents of her glass before she's forced to stop and sputter for a minute. <Lisl> ::grinning and holding the box:: You found something that reminded you of me? ::shaking it gently:: Is it safe to open? ::glancing down the bar:: Temire? You alright? * Michelle watches Temire with a concerned look but doesn't say anything, instead sipping her juice. * Zoya carefully unwraps the paper from the gift to reveal folds of cloth. She carefully lifts it to show a flowing robe of deep emerald green. Embroidered on the back is a golden dragon superimposed over a sun that actually seems to glow. <Jaret> Of course it's safe to open, Lisl. It would be an odd present indeed that contained some mortal danger to its recipient. * Michelle shakes her head. "Her brother was killed on the docks a few days ago." <Zoya> Jaret! This is... It's gorgeous! <Nacheyla> ::makes a face and covers her mouth:: Guess you haven't met Xarroch... <Glossaria> ::opening the box carefully, turning her head to one side to avoid sneezing on it:: Oh! A book! ::delighted squeal, as she gently and dexterously lifts it from its container and opens it:: <Nacheyla> ::turns to Temire:: Oh, I'm terribly sorry, dear. ::puts a hand on Temire's shoulder:: Is there anything I can do? * Jaret drops into a sweeping bow in Zoya's general direction. "If it pleases you, then I am glad it was an appropriate gift." * Zoya holds the robe up to her shoulders. "It's even the perfect length! You'll have to tell us where your travels took you, Jaret, that you found such elegant gifts. * Temire growls at Nacheyla, "Help me kill the bastards." <Nacheyla> Which bastards would that be? ::raises an eyebrow, but does not look disapproving:: <Lisl> You've obviously never gotten a gift from my cousin...especially not during Feast of Fools. ::looking back over at Michelle with a frown, and giving Michelle a concerned look:: I'm sorry to hear it...will you be alright, Temire? If you need someone to spar with to take out your frustrations, feel free to call on me. * Temire collapses on the bar and sobs out, "The ones who beat Lucius to death." <Nacheyla> Dear gods... * Michelle gently pats Temire on the back and shakes her head. <Nacheyla> Poor child... ::a far-away look of remembered grief clouds her eyes for a moment:: * Jaret quietly walks over to Michelle. I... I have something for you, as well as Mistress Temire, but if you think it's best, I'll save them for a more jovial occasion. * Michelle glances at Nacheyla, "Can you keep an eye on her for a minute? I need to talk to Jaret." * Alranis takes a sip of his drink. <Glossaria> ::engrossed in the book, lips moving for a moment before she begins to translate:: "Hear all, the wondrous history of the 40th caliph of Calimshan..." Oh, m'lord Jaret, it's WONDERFUL! ::SNEEZE:: * Nacheyla nods... * Michelle heads for the kitchen, signaling for Jaret to come with her. <Nacheyla> Good evening, sir. May I get you a drink? <Lisl> ::putting her package down carefully on the bar:: Oh, Temire... ::moving to comfort her:: * Jaret follows Michelle. * Eljorin walks in, looking tired and haggard. He walks up to the bar, and sighs before speaking... * Zoya looks at Temire with concern, but decides not to interfere. She goes back to trying to re-fold the robe without creasing it too badly. <Eljorin> Master Rhys isn't working this evening? <Nacheyla> No sir. My name is Nacheyla. I was hired recently... I can leave a message for him, though, if you like <Lisl> ::looking up:: Master Eljorin! Good to see you again! ::catching his expression:: Not more bad news, I hope? <Eljorin> ::shakes his head:: No, not at all. Just surprised at the new face. ::pauses for a moment:: Eljorin, sailor and merchant at your service, milady... <Nacheyla> My pleasure... Nacheyla, barkeep and part time undead slayer at yours... <Eljorin> ::raises an eyebrow:: Does everyone here have an odd occupation, or am I just the oddity here? <Nacheyla> ::shrugs:: Killing undead doesn't pay the bills... <Eljorin> ::smile:: Recently, neither does carrying freight across the sea... <Lisl> ::shrugs:: Don't look at me, I'm just a hunter and part-time adventurer for hire.... <Lisl> But speaking of which, Mistress Nacheyla, there's something i need to clear up with you, I think.... <Nacheyla> Yes, Lisl? <Zoya> ::indicates herself:: Priestess... ::indicates Gloss:: Librarian... ::Jaret:: Swordplay instructor... I don't think you're the *only* one. * Alranis takes a sip of his beer. <Lisl> I think you jumped to the wrong conclusions about my friend Tyl'gainia. You remember I mentioned her earlier? The one with the "vampire friends"? <Nacheyla> Oh, yes... I did... But Mistress Michelle did not hesitate to correct me misunderstanding... <Glossaria> ::nods vague agreement with Zoya, still absorbed in her book, and pauses to wipe her nose:: Why does it keep DOING that? <Zoya> Doing what, Glossaria? <Eljorin> ::looks over the patronage, and turns back to Nacheyla:: A meade, when you have a free moment... <Lisl> Ah, good. She's having problems enough with vampires...she doesn't need problems with hunters, too....::smiles:: * Nacheyla turns to the taps and selects one. She pours Eljorin a mug full and sits it on the bar in front of him <Glossaria> ::looking up at Zoya, keeping a finger in her new book to hold her place:: Leaking. My nose has been leaking of late...I don't *think* I bumped it on anything. <Nacheyla> Actually, starting from her domicile, I found one and tracked it around town for a while. Xarroch and I went hunting it early last week, but it got away. Xarroch was furious. * Eljorin picks up his glass, drinks half and smiles when he stops for a breath... <Zoya> ::laughs:: The nose-thing is probably what we call a cold. Try looking under diseases and illnesses. <Nacheyla> ::looks at Glossaria and pulls out a ceramic mug:: Here, Glossaria, have some tea... it'll help you feel better... * Michelle returns from the kitchen and resumes her seat at the bar and pats Temire on the head, "It'll be alright dear." <Lisl> "The one that got away"? ::grins:: Remind me to tease him about it later. * Temire shakes her head, but doesn't seem to have the energy for much else. <Glossaria> ::looking from Zoya to Nacheyla:: Tea? I have a cold? ::looking excited, and sneezing:: I didn't know I could get colds! How amazing! * Jaret follows Michelle back into the Hall from the kitchen. <Nacheyla> Slippery bastard, I'll give him that... POOF! he vanished right in front of us... amazing... Xarroch nearly fell out of his skin in fury... <Jaret> ::murmuring:: Now *that's* something I never hope to see. * Jaret has a sip of his Arabellan Red. <Nacheyla> ::peers at Glossaria:: You won't feel so amazed after a week of feeling like that... <Eljorin> ::raises his glass:: Aye, and I second ye on that sentiment, milord Malkier! * Alranis whispers something to his mug. <Lisl> ::glancing at Michelle:: It'll be alright when they're dead, at least. ::looking back at Nach with a grin:: Fell out of his skin? Xarroch naked...now THAT's a scary thought. * Michelle shakes her head at Lisl, "She doesn't need that kind of encouragement right now Lisl." <Glossaria> A week? Is that how long this typically lasts? Let's see...::peers at the ceiling, counting on her fingers:: Onset of symptoms...yes, that must be it! I've had a cold for two days, and I didn't even know it! <Jaret> Eljorin! I have something for you, too! ::pulls a small silken bag out of his bundle:: Here! ::it clinks and rattles slightly as he hands it over:: <Lisl> ::shrugging one shoulder:: Revenge is a perfectly natural emotion. * Nacheyla leans forwards and whispers to Michelle * Michelle whispers back to Nacheyla <Lisl> ::shaking her head as if to clear it:: Oh! I almost forgot this...::reaching for the box Jaret gave her earlier:: You really didn't need to do this, Jaret...::opening the box gingerly and peering inside:: Oh....my... * Michelle blinks at Nacheyla a few times, "We need to talk." Michelle heads back into the kitchen. <Eljorin> ::opens the bag, and reaches his hand in. he pulls out a handful of marbles, and looks at Jaret:: What's this, then, Jaret? <Nacheyla> I'll be right back... <Lisl> ::reaching in and lifting out a platinum and gold necklace, an onyx medallion depicting a running wolf sliding through her cupped fingers:: * Nacheyla follows Michelle into the kitchen * Alranis finishes off his mug. "Dammit, and I was going to get a refill..." <Glossaria> ::sniffs experimentally and pulls out her notebook, beginning to take notes:: <Lisl> Here, let me get that for you, Al.... * Zoya notices Alranis for the first time, and raises her cider to him in greeting. <Nacheyla> ::the lert walks into the room, squeaks a few times, and grabs Alranis's mug:: <Alranis> Uh, I'd like to try a Black&Tan this time... * Alranis nods to Zoya. <Lisl> ::stands, ready to vault over the counter, and sees the lert:: Oh... or maybe not. Are you sure you can handle it, little guy? <Nacheyla> ::the lert nods, it's blue face upturned towards Lisl:: <Eljorin> ::takes a drink from his mug, and looks at Nacheyla and Michelle heading for the kitchen:: Some kind of party I'm missing? <Nacheyla> ::the lert wanders over to the taps and pours Alranis half a glass of dark black stout, then a half glass of amber ale:: <Lisl> Oh. Alright. ::takes her seat again, looking mildly disappointed:: Black and tan, Alranis? Something happen tonight? * Alranis shrugs. "Thought I'd branch out." He grins his broken grin. <Lisl> ::grins back:: You know, you seem so familiar...::picking up her things and moving closer to his end of the bar:: Were you living in town, say, six years ago? * Alranis shrugs. "I've drifted around a lot, but yeah, I think so. <Alranis> " * Zoya watches the exchange between Lisl and Alranis with interest. * Eljorin drinks some more meade, and looks tired. <Lisl> ::scratching her head:: You don't sm...um, seem to be anyone I've met before...::shakes her head:: I just can't place it.... * Alranis shrugs, and grins. "I try to be nondescript..." Then he pauses. "Sm...? Smile like?" <Jaret> So, Eljorin, how's the life of the free sailing captain? Any recent adventures on the Dragonmere you can share with us? <Lisl> ::shrugs a shoulder:: If you like... <Lisl> And no, I've know plenty of nondescript people...it's just...::frowns:: strange I wouldn't remember. <Eljorin> ::smiles at Jaret:: Adventures? Not many, Jaret. Just sailin' as usual, and fighting to keep four ships in working order. It's not a glamorous life on the Dragonmere... * Alranis shakes his head, then takes a drink. * Michelle pops her head out of the kitchen, "Zoya, could you come in here for a sec?" <Zoya> ::glances up:: Um.. Sure, Michelle. Be there in a sec. ::stands and picks up her staff and begins limping toward the kitchen, muttering something under her breath:: <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: It's turning into a party in there, I swear. Damn, I hate forgetting people. It's not healthy. ::giving Al another puzzled glance:: I'm sorry if I'm making you nervous. I know, you probably like being forgotten. * Lisl sips her brandy. <Eljorin> ::takes a sip of his meade, and looks back at Jaret:: How goes the swordsmanship teaching, Jaret? Still enjoying passing on what you have learned? * Alranis nods. "It works out better for everyone that way." <Nacheyla> ::the lert wanders around behind the bar, looking attentive:: <Jaret> Actually, I've had to suspend my little academy of late. I've been out of town on business, and I let things lapse to the point that I felt obligated to return the student's tuition fees, since they just taught as well as they could have been. <Lisl> Heh. ::snorts:: Not for me, generally. ::reaches out and toys with the medallion on the necklace:: I'm sorry, Jaret, I'm forgetting my manners...thank you. It's beautiful. <Eljorin> Out of town? Where to, exactly? * Jaret bows to Lisl. "I'm glad it finds favor in your... discerning eyes, Lady." <Jaret> Oh, you know. Here and there. <Nacheyla> ::the lert wanders into the kitchen and returns a moment later carrying rolls, cheeses, and meats:: * Lisl opens the clasp and fastens it around her neck with a smile. "I think your eye is far more discerning than mine, Jaret. I just know what I like. So where on your travels did you find it? You're being much more evasive about your trip than you usually are..." ::giving him an amused look:: <Eljorin> ::smiles:: Here and there? I've been there, once or twice. It's nice this time of year. * Lisl picks up a roll and nibbles on it absently, washing it down with a swallow of brandy. <Jaret> It was in this delightful little outdoor marketplace... the man who sold it to me swore that if you held the pendant to the light, and tilted it back and forth, if the light was just right, you could see a smile on the wolf's countenance. I don't know whether to believe him or not, but I did think it was of fine craftsmanship. * Lisl gives Alranis another puzzling glance, and frowns in thought. * Alranis takes a sip of his drink. <Lisl> Really? ::holding up the pendant between thumb and forefinger, and smiling:: So can you see it? * Michelle sticks her head into the Hall, "Oh Jaret, I've got one more little favor to ask you." * Jaret looks dreadfully apologetic to Lisl at having to interrupt their conversation and turns to Michelle. "Yes?" * Michelle gestures, "This will only take a second." * Jaret stands up and hurries into the kitchen. <Lisl> ::waves a hand to indicate that it's alright, and returns to her study of Al, nostrils flaring slightly as she takes a deep breath:: <Eljorin> ::shakes his head:: Aye, it's a party in the damn kitchen, I tell ye... <Nacheyla> ::the lert walks by Temire and takes her shot glass, refills it and returns it to her:: * Alranis takes a sip of his drink. * Eljorin drains his meade, and places the empty glass on the table. "Another, if it pleases ye..." * Alranis takes a sip of his drink. * Eljorin drains his meade, and places the empty glass on the table. "Another, if it pleases ye..." * Temire sips her drink. * Lisl narrows her eyes as she looks at Al again, and widens them suddenly. "Ah! Got it." Lisl smiles in a self-satisfied way. * Glossaria comes up for air, so to speak, and looks around, absently sipping her tepid tea. "Does anyone have a knife I might borrow?" <Eljorin> ::looks at Nacheyla:: A refill, milady, if you don't mind... <Nacheyla> ::the lert wanders up and takes Eljorin's mug and refills it, humming to itself:: <Eljorin> ::looks at Gloss:: Aye, here ye are. ::hands her his dirk, from his side:: <Eljorin> ::smiles at the lert, and takes a drink from his glass:: Thank you, ye wee fellow... * Zoya limps back into the room and resumes her perch on the barstool. * Glossaria accepts Eljorin's dirk, examining it for a moment. "Nice. Dock work?" Glossaria begins sharpening her worn-down pencil with the blade. * Lisl sips her brandy and eyes Zoya without comment. <Zoya> ::smiles weakly at Lisl and shrugs:: <Eljorin> ::nods:: Dock work, keeping the crew in line, gutting your next meal... standard things, lass... <Lisl> ::grins:: Kind of you to plan so far in advance...my birthday's not for another two months. * Michelle comes back from the kitchen and resumes her seat at the bar. * Jaret returns to the main room, settles himself on his stool, and has another swallow of his Arabellan Red. <Zoya> ::grins at Lisl:: Well, you know how it is. Surprise parties take *so* much preparation. * Nacheyla walks back behind the bar, speaks quietly to the lert for a moment <Eljorin> ::grins wryly:: Least I can do, lass. Let me know the exact time, and I'll even bake ye a sweetcake... <Lisl> ::chuckles and shakes her head:: No, I meant the scheming lot in the kitchen. But I never refuse cake. * Jaret looks at Lisl, confusion evident on his face. "Hmm?" <Lisl> ::grinning at Jaret:: That's alright, play dumb if you want to. * Glossaria sneezes and sniffles. "Oh...excuse me." <Eljorin> ::smiles at Jaret, Zoya:: Have a good time in there? Come back with all ye clothes, did ye? * Zoya snorts. <Lisl> Now that's an image I'd not care to contemplate.... <Lisl> At least Xarroch wasn't with them. ::grinning:: <Eljorin> ::grins widely:: Well, if ye don't invite all of us, what're we to suspect but the worst, lass... <Eljorin> ::raises an eyebrow:: Xarroch? The naked lad? T'wouldn't surprise me a bit, that... <Nacheyla> Actually, Xarroch is an interesting... person... <Lisl> ::grinning wider:: Oh? You know him in...that way, Nacheyla? <Nacheyla> No. We just had a nice long talk while waiting for that slippery vampire... <Zoya> ::looks down at her over-tall, lanky frame, and chuckles:: Oh, go ahead and assume anything you like, Eljorin, my friend. It'll be the best action I've had in years. * Temire sips her drink. <Eljorin> ::nearly snorts out his meade:: Slippery? Is that what ye happen to enjoy in the sack, lass? <Glossaria> ::looking up at Nacheyla with interest, but returning to her notes with a crestfallen look as she responds.:: * Lisl blurts a laugh. <Eljorin> ::looks at Zoya, and smiles:: Sorry, lass. Hit a little too close to home, did that? <Nacheyla> Not since I was much younger... Eljorin, sir. I'm a little old for that much athleticism these days... * Michelle shakes her head and sips her juice. <Zoya> ::grins:: 'salright. ::folds her hands and looks piously up at the ceiling:: I've got the Church to sustain me. ::grins:: <Eljorin> ::smiles:: Ye can never be too old for that, lass. It's like riding a horse, if ye can excuse the expression... <Jaret> ::quietly, to Eljorin:: Aren't you being a trifle forward, good friend? * Lisl ducks her head, shoulders shaking silently. * Michelle shoots a glance a Lisl, then hides her smile with her glass. * Nacheyla looks down at her hands and sighs. <Eljorin> ::laughs at Jaret's remark:: Aye, I am. More than a bit, actually. But, when ye drop in as infrequently as I, you have to get in all of them you can, milord Malkier! <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow at Eljorin's remark:: I'll assume you don't mean that quite literally, Eljorin... <Lisl> ::looks up, eyes tearing, barely able to speak for laughing:: What a...::heh:: What a busy social schedule you have lined up for us...::ha, ha:: M'lord Eljorin! <Nacheyla> Are you sure you're up to it, m'lord? * Jaret shrugs and coolly has some more of his wine. <Eljorin> ::thinks for a moment, then turns beet red as he realizes what he said. Blurts out a deep belly-laugh:: Aye! A social schedule! Who'll join me? ::slaps his knee as he starts to laugh heartily, turning a bright red as he does so:: <Jaret> [the sailors are in town. everyone beware. ;-)] <Glossaria> ::looking up with interest:: That's something I've never done before.... * Nacheyla coughs a few times, blinking rapidly. * Nacheyla turns to the taps and pours herself a beer <Zoya> ::laughs:: Ah, Glossaria.... No. * Lisl collapses into laughter again. * Alranis shakes his head, and takes a sip from his drink. <Nacheyla> To your very good health, mi'lord <Eljorin> [We're Elves! We're Sailors! We're in the Navy!] <Zoya> [LOL] <Glossaria> ::looks a little hurt, and sniffles again:: Why not? Would I infect him with my cold? <Eljorin> ::raises his glass between gasps for air and laughs to salute Nacheyla:: And to yours, milady! To yours! * Michelle is trying VERY hard to control her giggles. <Glossaria> ::glancing around the giggling room:: What? <Zoya> Well, for one thing, yes, you could infect him with your cold. For another... Well... ::glances around helplessly:: <Eljorin> ::looks at Glossaria, blinks, and says:: Well, it looks like I have my first date for the evening, then! <Glossaria> ::looks interested:: Yes, Mistress Zoya? * Michelle waves a hand towards Zoya, "send by my place sometime and I'll explain it to her." <Glossaria> You see? He'd be willing to teach me! <Zoya> ::groans and buries her head in her hands:: We'll talk about it when we get back to the Tower, Glossaria. And you really need to stop reading those Holtarian romances... * Nacheyla slumps against the bar, grinning broadly. <Eljorin> ::stands, and walks over to Glossaria, extending his arm with a broad grin:: Milady! Have ye ever seen the Dragonmere at night? * Michelle shakes her head, the smile still on her face, "Glossaria, there are a great many things you need to know before you get to practical instruction." * Zoya whimpers softly into her hands, though her faerie dragon friend seems to be laughing. <Eljorin> ::waves harshly at Michelle:: Please, milady, methinks you meddle too much. <Eljorin> ::turns back to Glossaria:: What say ye, lass? The firmament above is simply spectacular from the deck of a clipper ship... * Michelle smiles sweetly at Eljorin, "Sorry. It's the way I was brought up." <Glossaria> But I *like* the romances. They're so...exciting! ::smiles at Eljorin:: Would you rescue me from a ship-to-ship battle with pirates, good sir? <Eljorin> ::waves again at Michelle, this time almost trying to hush her as his grin grows even wider:: <Nacheyla> ::the small yellow star which constantly hovers around Nacheyla's head spins rapidly, bouncing over to Eljorin, then to Glossaria. It returns to Nacheyla, bouncing excitably:: <Zoya> ::groans:: Yes, Glossaria, I'm sure they're quite exciting. But they have nothing whatsoever in common with the real world. ::sighs:: <Eljorin> ::stands tall, chest puffing out:: Save ye, lass? I'd ne'er let one of the vagabonds come near a lock of your fine head of hair, milady! I'd steer ye far from the merest chance of danger... ::pauses:: * Lisl pounds her fist weakly on the bar, still laughing into her elbow. "Please...make them stop..." <Eljorin> ::under his breath:: Unless, of course, you're into that type of thing, milady... <Zoya> Eljorin. ::looking up:: Stop that. * Michelle shakes her head, "Eljorin, could I have a word with you?" * Nacheyla laughs and takes a swallow of beer <Eljorin> ::looks at Zoya with a wry grin:: Ye can't keep her locked up forever, Zoya... <Zoya> I might at least allow her to attain some five years of age, Eljorin... <Michelle> Nevermind. <Zoya> ::smiles sweetly at him:: <Eljorin> ::nods at Michelle, and turns back to Glossaria:: If you could give me a moment to quell the opposition, milady, I will return thusly to your side. <Glossaria> ::gazes up at Eljorin, eyes wide with wonder and excitement:: But Mistress Zoya, he sounds *just* like the Careless Cavalier! <Eljorin> ::turns to follow Michelle, and stops dead, looking at Zoya:: Five.... <Eljorin> ::still in awe:: Five...? * Michelle looks at Zoya, "Did Erdian read that tripe, or do you let her buy her own books?" <Zoya> Yes, I'm sure he does. ::raises an eyebrow at Eljorin:: And I wonder how it is that our manly pirate here is so familiar with ladies' romances. <Eljorin> ::shakes his head:: Five years? <Zoya> ::to Michelle:; She's hardly a slave. When she goes to market, she buys whatever she likes. <Eljorin> ::laughs:: Zoya! Do ye insinuate that I even know how to read?!? It's the nicest thing ye've said about me yet! * Michelle shakes her head, "Too bad I don't know what the good books on this world are." <Zoya> ::to Eljorin:: Yes. She is one of the Tower's... Unusual residents, and her experience in our world is somewhat limited. <Zoya> ::laughs:: (to Eljorin) Then you allow your ladyfriends to read to you? (to Michelle, smiling) I suppose it depends what you would call "good"... <Eljorin> ::laughs, and turns back to Glossaria:: Many pardons, milady. Methinks that ye didn't know what ye were getting into a'tall... <Lisl> ::wiping tears from her eyes:: Aye, I've seen her...and she buys *everything*...I've never seen anyone read so much, if she really reads as much as she buys...talk about voracious. She's worse than Mother! <Eljorin> :;laughing:: Aye, Zoya, when they're not busy... ::blushes, and starts stammering:: Well, that is... Um... Well, yes. * Jaret drains the last swallow of wine from his glass, and sets the goblet down with a contented sigh. <Michelle> Maybe your mother could recommend some higher quality books for her to read. <Zoya> ::chuckles at Eljorin's discomfort:: <Glossaria> ::looking up at Eljorin with a somewhat confused expression:: What do you mean? I thought you were going to take me off on your ship, and then ravish me. Isn't that what I was getting into? <Nacheyla> I don't know about that, Michelle... ::grins:: Romances keep young women getting married. Without those ideals, who knows... we might see men as they really are... * Michelle nearly chokes on her juice. <Lisl> ::chuckling:: Don't bet on it. Mother reads romances too. Sometimes I despair of her. <Zoya> ::to Michelle:: Oh, she reads good stuff, too. I have no idea why, but she adores bad romances and awful poetry. No accounting for taste. <Jaret> ::from the expression on Jaret's face, its a good thing he'd finished with the wine before Glossaria made her last comment:: <Eljorin> ::smiles at everyone, and drains his glass, then turns back to Glossaria:: Aye, something of the sort. Let's just say that, if ye are still up for the adventure when I get back, you can take me up on my offer... * Nacheyla looks around <Nacheyla> Last call, gentles... <Eljorin> ::mutters:: That's exactly what I needed, a night in the Hall... <Glossaria> Back? ::looks disappointed:: You're going somewhere? <Eljorin> ::places his empty glass on the bar, and smiles as he pulls out several silver pieces:: For your trouble, and your humor, milady... <Nacheyla> Thank you, good sir. Sleep well... <Glossaria> ::blinking:: You mean you're not going to steal me away from my high tower and ravish me? <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow at Eljorin, then shrugs and makes a mental note to advance Gloss's education in certain areas more rapidly:: * Michelle finishes her juice then pats Temire on the back, "Come on little one. Let's get you home and in bed. Things will look better in a couple of days." <Eljorin> ::to Glossaria:: Aye. I have two ships loaded to the seams with shipments for the other side of the Dragonmere. If the winds are kind, I should be back in a week or so... <Zoya> ::groans again:: I think you should stop throwing that word around like that, Glossaria... <Nacheyla> ::to Jaret:: Come by here in the morning, and I'll accompany you on your errand... * Lisl coughs a few times, and finishes her brandy. She seems to have trouble getting it down. * Alranis drains his mug, then gently prods the mug in Nacheyla's direction. * Jaret nods to Nacheyla. "I will do that, Lady." <Eljorin> ::looks at Jaret:: Errand? * Temire rises and dejectedly follows Michelle towards the door. <Glossaria> ::blinking at Zoya:: My apologies, I thought it was the polite term. ::blink, blink:: So should I just say "have sex," then? * Jaret nods. "Just a little business of straightening a few things out and making an introduction. Nothing terribly taxing." <Michelle> Goodnight all. I hope the remainder of your evening is pleasant. * Nacheyla coughs a few times. <Eljorin> ::El snorts, and then doubles over, laughing:: RAVISH! Tis at least somewhat obtuse! <Zoya> ::whimpers briefly into her hands again:: Ah... Actually, it's considered polite to avoid the topic most of the time entirely. <Lisl> ::coughs again:: I'm leaving, before I rupture something I shouldn't...good night. Sleep sweet, all. With, or without company. ::winking as she leaves:: <Eljorin> ::nods:: Always looking to lend a hand, if you need it milord... * Alranis heads into the night. <Glossaria> It is? ::blink:: But then...how do people get to know each other and have offspring? <Jaret> Actually, Eljorin, there is a little matter I would like to discuss with you. Come with me a moment, and I'll explain all. <Zoya> Come on, Glossaria. Let's go home. If you're to be ready to fend off this brute's advances on his return, there's a lot you'll need to learn in the next week or so... <Eljorin> ::looks somewhat surprised:: Aye? Where to, milord Malkier? <Eljorin> ::stands, and looks at Jaret expectantly:: * Zoya heads out the door, a confused Glossaria in tow... * Glossaria follows Zoya out of the Hall, protesting as she goes. "But I don't *want* to fend him off...I want the experience..." * Nacheyla turns to the lert. "No, I'm not going to explain it to you..." <Jaret> I'll accompany you to the docks, at least. It is actually rather fortuitous that I found you here. I was going to have to seek out someone I didn't know as well for this... ::leaves a few silver pieces he and heads for the door:: <Eljorin> ::raises an eyebrow:: To the docks? Well, in that case... ::holds the door open for Jaret:: <Jaret> Thank you, good man. ::leaves the Hall:: <Eljorin> ::follows Jaret out, smiling as he leaves:: * Nacheyla goes into the kitchen and fetches a broom. She locks the door behind the two men and begins sweeping the floor. |
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