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* Rhys walks in from the back room and unlocks the door. "Hall's open." <Rhys> ::returns behind the bar and settles himself on a barstool:: * Nacheyla walks in and sits down heavily. Her hair is more gray than it was a few days ago and she looks tired. <Rhys> Good evening Nacheyla... can I get you anything? * Zoya wanders in with only a slight limp remaining from her injury a week ago. She smiles around the room and lowers herself onto a barstool. <Nacheyla> ::blinks a few times:: Beer, please... * Lucius walks in the door, taking off a large cloak he wrapped tightly around himself. * Rhys pours Nacheyla a mug of beer. "Zoya, anything?" * Lisl slinks quietly in the back door and turns the corner into the kitchen, her silhouette made giant and strange by the deer carcass slung over her shoulders. * Zoya blinks as if she hadn't considered the idea of a drink. "Um... Cider would be fine." <Rhys> ::looks over:: Lisl, can I get you a skinning or gutting knife? * Lucius hangs his cloak by the door and takes a seat at the bar. He's wearing nondescript shirt and pants. * Rhys pours Zoya a mug of Kneecracker. <Rhys> ::addressing the newcomer:: Well met, sir, and welcome to the Meade Hall. Can I get you anything? <Zoya> Thank you. ::takes a swig of cider:: <Nacheyla> ::looks up:: Oh, Lucius. Good evening. How are you? * Lucius thinks, "Probably better give me something light. I don't know if I'm healthy enough to hold my liquor yet." * Lisl turns half-way, peering at Rhys over a haunch. "No, thanks, I'm good. I think I still know my way around this kitchen. And I DEFINITELY know my way around a deer. * Lucius sighs, "Tired still, but very restless. Thank you again for you help Nacheyla." * Rhys pours Lucius a mug full of a frosty, very pale yellowish liquid, and adds an ice cube. "Try this." <Nacheyla> ::nods:: Happy to be of help. I'm sure your wife was relieved... and your sister... * Lucius sips the drink and gets a surprised look on his face, "Thank you sir. May I inquire the name of this drink. I may just have to make a habit of it." <Rhys> It's called 'lemonade', or 'puckerjuice' in some places. * Lucius nods, "I don't know who I should have been more worried about, Ingi or Temire. At least Ingi wasn't likely to do anything stupid." <Nacheyla> ::gives Lucius a quick glance:: I'm not sure how stupid Temire was being... * Jelarthna opens the door and glides into the Hall. His clothes are a bit battered and obviously well-used, but still in good shape. He looks a bit leaner, and his movements all seem to be careful and considered while remaining smooth and natural. His attitude speak of danger, but his slight smile upon stepping inside belies that impression. <Lucius> From what Yohko told me, she was planning on going after them herself. ::shakes his head:: I don't care how good a teacher Yohko is, there's no way Temire's ready to take them on alone. And given how head strong and independent she's become since her fight with our parents... <Jelarthna> ::bows to occupants of the Hall:: Good evening, everyone. <Zoya> ::looks up as Jel enters:: Jelarthna! You're back! ::smiles broadly in greeting:: <Rhys> Well met, Jelarthna. Feywine? <Nacheyla> ::looks around at the room:: I don't think she'd have gone alone... I really don't. <Jelarthna> ::smiles more broadly in answer to Zoya's greeting:: For the time being, yes. <Nacheyla> Oh... Jelarthna... ::gets up and reaches behind the bar:: I got a letter delivered to you the other day... * Lisl comes out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "It's all taken care of, Rhys. Fresh meat to work with, as you'd like. <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head at Rhys:: Nay, I think I've had enough of things elven for a while. Could I have a mug of mead, please? <Lisl> ::stops in the door:: Jelarthna! Back so soon? <Zoya> So, tell us how things are going! <Jelarthna> ::bows to Nacheyla:: I do not believe we've met. Might I ask your name? <Jelarthna> ::to Lisl, with somewhat distant eyes:: Soon? I suppose it is, but my journey is far from complete. <Nacheyla> ::hands him a long rolled piece of parchment:: I'm Nacheyla. New barkeep to the Hall... <Rhys> Thank you, Lisl. Fresh venison is always a treat. I think I'll whip up a marinade an old friend taught me, and leave a note for venison steaks to be grilled on Thursday. <Jelarthna> ::takes the parchment with a smile:: Thank you, then. And it is a pleasure to meet you, milady. <Lisl> ::nods to Rhys, with a grin:: I'll do my best to keep you stocked in the future. No point letting talents go to waste, after all.... <Rhys> I wouldn't go so far as to call it a *talent*, but I'll take the compliment, anyway. <Lisl> ::shakes her head with a rueful smile as she studies Jel:: I can tell you've been among elves again. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: Things have gone well thus far. I feel tremendously better, body, mind, and spirit. But I am far enough along that I know I still have further to go. <Zoya> ::nods:: You certainly *look* better. <Jelarthna> ::raises an eyebrow at Lisl, with a slight grin:: Is it that obvious? <Lisl> ::glancing at Rhys, grin impish:: Who said I meant *your* talent? ::chuckling:: Would you get me a glass of...hmmm...Arabellan red, please? <Lisl> ::looking back at Jel:: It is to me. After all, Mother is elven. <Rhys> Of course. Malkier won't begrudge a glass or three out of his little tipple-stock, I'm sure. ::fetches a goblet and fills it with the vintage for Lisl:: * Lucius sips his drink. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: Thanks. I actually met up with my old teacher. ::shakes head:: He helped to whip me back into shape, and still had several tricks to teach me. He *claims* that he tried to show them to me before. ::grins:: <Zoya> ::nods solemnly:: Students rarely pay attention the first time through. <Zoya> ::grins:: <Nacheyla> ::looks over to Lucius, slowly gets up and goes to sit down next to him:: So, tell me... what exactly happened? <Lisl> ::grinning broadly:: Hey, he's welcome to some of my 'kick any time he pleases! <Jelarthna> ::nods back:: Indeed. I think I was also much more ready to... accept some of the things he was trying to teach me. But I still think he held a few things back, for the next time we met. * Rhys laughs gently. "I think he'd rather he didn't have to trade for one-for-one, but you simply helped yourself." <Lisl> Aye. Which is why I simply asked for a glass. ::grinning back:: Who's the lad with Nacheyla? Friend of hers? ::nodding towards the newcomer:: <Rhys> I'm not sure for *certain*, but I believe he's Temire's there-and-back-again brother. <Lisl> Jel, a good teacher *never* shows his student everything. ::grins a trifle wickedly:: Have to keep the balance of power intact somehow, after all. <Lucius> I went down to the docks. I had a contact who helped me root out various smuggling operations. Instead of the information I was expecting I got attacked by my contact and several others. I only had a dagger with me. It didn't last long. <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow at Rhys:: The dead one? I thought he'd... ::clearing her throat:: taken a walk to feed the fish. You know. <Jelarthna> ::chuckles at Lisl's comment:: I suppose not. "Old age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill." SO he told me after spilling me for the third of four spars... ::grins:: <Nacheyla> ::winces:: Well, that explains all the stabs I had to sew up first. How're you feeling, anyway? * Rhys shrugs and quietly continues the conversation. "Nacheyla apparently can raise the dead, subject to a ravaging of her personal health. She offered, Temire accepted, and the funeral was postponed for several decades, gods willing." <Lisl> ::grins at Jel, a touch of the wolf in her smile:: Damn straight, youngling. And don't ever forget it, when you go up against something old and wily. * Jelarthna laughs. <Lucius> Tired and restless. I'm don't really think I'm ready to take the investigation back up, though the longer I wait, the more likely they are to discover my return. On the other hand, staying home all day is driving me mad. <Lisl> ::looking back at Rhys and sipping her wine delicately:: Hm. I suppose that's one way to nip revenge in the bud. <Jelarthna> ::expressions turns sober upon overhearing Rhys:: What's this about raising the dead? What happened? * Rhys briefly explains, sotto voce, the whole Temire's brother's been killed, but now he's back again thing to Jelarthna. <Nacheyla> You need to heal up before you go chasing around in the docks first. I'm sure there are other Dragons who can fill in your duties for a while. I'm certain that zealous little pipsqueak Shlaveny can handle about forty cases and his own and everyone else's business too * Jelarthna gives Rhys a questioning look and motions subtly at Lucius. * Lucius shakes his head, "Unfortunately I'm the only one who knows my contact. Not that I expect to find him easily, but we can probably find some of the others and persuade them to talk." Lucius grins at Nacheyla. * Rhys nods. <Lisl> ::frowning a little:: All the same...I'm wondering how Temire is. She took this rather hard, and she's not here.... <Nacheyla> hmmm. You might want to be careful... there's a limit to how much bringing back I can do... <Nacheyla> Temire is rather... traumatized, I think <Lucius> I wasn't planning on going down there till I'm healed. And I'm certainly not going back down there alone. * Jelarthna looks concerned <Jelarthna> I don't mean to intrude, but is there anything I can do to help? <Nacheyla> Smart boy... keep that up and you might live longer... ::makes a little face at the bad joke:: * Nacheyla finishes her beer <Lisl> ::frown deepens as she takes another sip of wine:: Is that why Michelle isn't here either? <Jelarthna> For instance, if you might need an escort for a while? * Lucius blinks at Jelarthna, "I'm afraid I don't know you sir. Your name?" <Lisl> ::glancing over her shoulder as Jel leaves the barside:: Well, some things haven't changed, at least. <Jelarthna> ::bows to Lucius:: My name is Jelarthna. I'm a friend of Temire's. * Jelarthna shoots a quick grin at Lisl <Lucius> I'm afraid she hasn't mentioned you Jelarthna. Pray tell, what do you do for a living? <Jelarthna> ::smiles a little:: Right now? I quest for myself, actually. Usually I am an adventurer. A bladesinger, if you are familiar with my brethren. <Lisl> ::mutters into her glass:: Like that means aught...She didn't mention him, either, 'til he was dead.... <Nacheyla> ::gives Lisl a sharp look:: <Lucius> Then by all means, do not let me delay you on your quest. It will be some time before I am fit to pursue my own aims. * Lisl looks back at Nacheyla guilelessly. <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head and chuckles:: It's not exactly an exact science. I've tried to help many people along the way. It's what I do. But you're in good hands with any who frequent here. <Nacheyla> ::looks up at Jelarthna:: Oh, you must be Xarroch's friend, the restless do-gooder... ::smiles:: <Lucius> Thank you for your recommendation Jelarthna. * Lisl starts to take a sip of wine and coughs on it, spluttering over the bar. <Jelarthna> ::smiles a bit:: An apt enough description. I take it you've met my rather overbearing friend, then? * Rhys leans over and pats Lisl on the back until she stops coughing. <Jelarthna> ::to Lucius:: Glad to! <Nacheyla> ::peers into the bottom of her beer mug:: Actually, I found him to be very *interesting*, yes, *very* interesting... <Jelarthna> Lady Lisl! ::lopsided grin:: Have you forgotten how to drink wine? <Nacheyla> ::the empty mug jumps out of Nacheyla's hands and hops up and down, squeaking furiously:: <Lisl> ::smiling thanks at Rhys, and giving Jel a VERY dirty look:: Only when you say things like that, m'lad. * Lucius sips his drink. * Rhys scoops the mug off the counter, bops it one on the snoot for being a pest, fills it with beer, and sets it down in front of Nacheyla again. <Jelarthna> Oh? What was it I said? ::slight grin:: <Lisl> ::shakes her head and takes another-- more decorous-- sip of wine:: Don't *make* me kill you, Jelarthna. <Nacheyla> ::the small yellow star that circles Nacheyla's head zips around the beer mug, making strange humming noises:: <Jelarthna> ::laughs:: If you haven't done it by now, I don't know what I could that would prompt it. * Nacheyla reaches out and snags the star, gives it a firm look and shakes her finger at it:: You stop that... <Lisl> ::raising her glass to him in a mock-salute:: Very true. But still, I thought you were *working* on that deathwish of yours. <Jelarthna> ::turns to Rhys:: Rhys, might I have a mug of mead, please? <Rhys> Of course, Jelarthna. One house special coming up. ::fetch mug, pour drink, plop on bar:: Here you are. <Jelarthna> ::more soberly:: Not so much the deathwish as trying to return... or perhaps more accurately, to *find* who and what I am. <Jelarthna> Thank you, Rhys. ::takes a sip of the meade:: <Lisl> ::shakes her head, a little sadly:: That's an easy enough answer. You're Jelarthna. You don't need to kill yourself to find *that* out. <Jelarthna> ::chuckles softly:: Keep in mind, if not for Tyl's help, I don't think I'd know even that. ::shakes head:: There's still healing to do, and I think there are some things that are irretrievably lost... <Nacheyla> ::lifts her mug, which is still making faces, and drinks about half of her beer:: <Nacheyla> ::looks over at Jelarthna:: Oh, do you know Tyl? I've been meaning to have a long talk with her someday soon. <Lisl> ::shrugs a shoulder, taking another sip of wine:: True enough. Just don't kill yourself, getting that healing done. Tyl wouldn't like it, I think. ::grinning a little:: <Jelarthna> ::gets an odd look:: Know Tyl? Oh yes, I certainly know Tyl. What do you seek her about? <Nacheyla> Vampires... sneaky ones * Lucius sips his drink and surveys the individuals in the Hall. <Jelarthna> ::to Lisl:: I'm trying not to, trust me. I think it would be rather a slap in the face to many people if I were to go and get myself killed at this point. <Lisl> ::nods:: At least you understand that much, now. I suppose your little trip to the woods was good for you, then. ::raising an eyebrow:: It'd probably be interesting to meet this teacher of yours. <Lisl> ::glancing over Jel's shoulder at Lucius, again:: But all the same, I think you're breath's wasted in that department. He seems to have the investigation of his own death well in hand. <Jelarthna> Oh, it has been quite a journey, indeed... ::smiles a bit nostalgically:: I'm retracing the path of my life, albeit much more quickly. The point I'm at now is when I first came here. There are so many people that aren't here any longer... <Jelarthna> As for my teacher. I don't know what you'd think of him. His composure never cracks. ::grins:: And oh, I have tried! <Rhys> No one's muttered the old, hoary chestnut to you that 'life is change', Jelarthna? I'm surprised. <Lisl> ::at Jel's first comment, about the people:: You don't know the half of it. ::glancing over her shoulder at the mantel:: <Lisl> ::grinning at Rhys:: More so for some than for others. * Lucius sips his drink. <Nacheyla> ::to Lucius:: When you go down to the docks again, I think you could do worse than to let Temire help... * Lucius shrugs, "I'm going to leave that decision to Yohko. If she thinks Temire's ready for this sort of thing I won't question it. If she doesn't think Temire's ready, I won't question it." <Nacheyla> I don't think I've met Yohko, exactly... <Lisl> And what Temire thinks is of no import, of course? <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: <Nacheyla> ::gives Lucian a hard look:: You're beginning to sound like your parents... <Lucius> I haven't met her either, but I've heard the tale from my parents more times than I care to remember. Temire seems happier than I've seen her in a long time though, and I suspect Michelle's already adopted Temire as either a little sister or a daughter. <Nacheyla> Michelle will mother you to death, if you'll let her... :: twitches her mouth a bit :: no respect for her elders... <Jelarthna> Michelle certainly won't do wrong by your sister. Nor will Yohko. <Lucius> How so? Would you let every young scrap who thinks they're prepared wonder into a fight. Yohko is Temire's teacher. If Yohko is confident in Temire's skills I'll trust her judgement. If Yohko doesn't have confidence in Temire's skills I'm not going to improve the situation by undermining her authority. <Lisl> ::crosses her arms:: I think it depends strongly on the situation. And I don't think Temire deserves to be shut out of this. <Jelarthna> I don't want to intrude on family, but you might want to try trusting Temire a bit more than that. She's got a good head on her shoulders, at least she did when I was last here. I would not be surprised if you asked her and she took the matter to Yohko herself. <Nacheyla> I don't think it's a matter of skill anymore... I think it's a matter of love. <Jelarthna> ::grins a bit:: It looks like you're catching enough heat, though, so I'll stay our of the way. * Jelarthna drinks some more meade. <Rhys> Just to play Bhaal's Advocate here, what if Temire gets killed? <Lucius> Finally, someone who sees my point. <Nacheyla> And what if the skies fall? I think she'd rather die helping out than spend the rest of her life thinking that her family hates her for the choices she's made... <Rhys> I think that being concerned about whether her skills are up to her desire for vengeance is a rather basic worry. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: With the assistance of people like *these*? <Rhys> I thought you'd seen enough people die than to be that flippant about it? <Rhys> ::to Lisl:: Accidents happen. You know that as well as I. <Lisl> ::looking at Nach and nodding:: Or thinking that she's just not competent to make her own choices. <Jelarthna> ::nudges Zoya:: They've really gotten something started here, it seems. <Nacheyla> ::tenses up around the eyes:: I've seen a lot of people die. More than I could or would want to tell you about. But I know for a fact that the most soul-killing thing of all is to know you weren't able to do anything at all while someone you loved was killed. <Zoya> ::Frowns at Lisl:: Wait... You'd allow an unprepared innocent to face her death just because you want to allow her an illusion of competency? <Nacheyla> If she gets killed helping, that will be better for her in the long run than if you make her stay behind and she lives to be eighty. She'll never forgive herself. * Jelarthna winces slightly at Nacheyla's comment. <Lisl> Aye, they do. ::turning rather deliberately and looking Lucius up and down:: Obviously. No one's immune to them. But at least most people are allowed to choose their own paths. * Lucius slams his fist down on the bar, "By the Gods, I watched that bastard vanish into thin air. Your all fools or maniacs if you think I'm going to let ANYONE who isn't ready for that kind of fight get involved in this." * Rhys gestures at Lucius. "And now he's back. And I could never believe that dying in a possibly futile attempt to do something she *thinks* will redeem herself in her family's eyes is better than living a full life." <Jelarthna> ::sighs a bit:: Consider this, then. What if she follows you, whether you want her to or not? Without knowing where you are going, or what you're doing. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Zoya:: Do you truly believe that of me? I never once suggested she go out and take care of this alone. Nor did I ever assume-- as you all have-- that she's too foolish to make a wise choice. <Rhys> And 'If she gets killed, it'll be better for her in the long run?' I can't make heads or tails of that. There *is* no long one if she gets killed. <Nacheyla> ::looks at Rhys:: I saw what they did to his body ::points at Lucius:: I doubt they'll let him be... <Zoya> It is not that we assume she will be foolish, but that we cannot afford to take the chance. Lisl, you should know as well as I that when vengeance lies upon the heart, personal safety is a distant concern... <Rhys> While I have the ultimate respect for Yohko's training, Temire has less then a full year under her belt. I wouldn't put her on wall guard duty with that little training, let alone on a hunt to track down some assassins. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: None of you heard. If she chose to rush off after the killers, would you all *really* sit idly by and let her kill herself? <Zoya> ::nods to Rhys:: Exactly. She's not much more than a girl. Hardly old enough to be living on her own, much less fighting her own battles - even if she'd been training from the time she was old enough to hold a sword off the ground. * Jelarthna shakes his head and sips some more meade, muttering a bit. <Rhys> Of course not. I'd return her to Michelle and Yohko's friendly care. <Zoya> ::to Lisl:: Don't be ridiculous. If she left, and I knew of it, she'd find herself in a comfortable maze of alleys, safely lost until she decided to turn around and go home. <Nacheyla> I love that you all make choices for this girl without even talking to her about it. <Lucius> ::To Lisl:: I wouldn't let her kill herself. Which is why I won't let her participate if Yohko feels she isn't ready. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: I can't believe you can all claim to love her so much, and trust her not at all.... <Rhys> ::to Nacheyla:: Do you keep an infant in its crib, or let it crawl about? While Temire is close to being a grown woman, she isn't yet, and lately she's proven herself prone to making hasty, rash, and irrational choices. <Jelarthna> ::chuckles slightly to himself and says softly:: It's a good thing Xarroch isn't here. <Nacheyla> Has she? Such as? <Zoya> ::decides the conversation has moved beyond the point she wanted to make, and turns to Jelarthna:: So, what's your next move? <Rhys> Such as wandering around the rougher isles, and getting the living shit kicked out of her by a street gang, for one. <Lucius> I trust her enough to know she'll be safe with Michelle and that if Yohko and Jaret choice to accompany me my back will be protected. <Lisl> An infant learns nothing about the world in a crib. A lion cub plays in the grass, under the watchful eye of its mother. And somehow it manages to grow up and become a lion. <Lucius> Yes, but the lion cub's mother doesn't let it wander into a bears cave either. <Rhys> And this infant has been allowed out of its crib, and learned quite a bit. But I hardly think it's enough to let her try to join in a search for a magically-aided pack of trained smugglers and assassins. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya, somewhat gratefully:: I may stay around here for a short while, but not for too long. I still have a lot to cover. ::grins ruefully:: I've managed to cover a great many planes, and I need to visit them all again. That will likely take a while, and planar travel can be very taxing. * Alranis slips in through the door and sidles up to the bar. He looks around, blinking at the other patrons, as he settles in. <Zoya> Planar travel? Really? Why? <Jelarthna> ::waves to Alranis:: <Zoya> ::eyes Alranis as he enters, and nods in wary greeting:: <Lisl> So alas, she must go back into her crib, until you're all ready to let her out again? <Jelarthna> Didn't you know? For several years I was with a group of adventurers who were almost exclusively travelling to Sigil and various planes. I need to revisit these places to complete the circle of my journey. <Rhys> Until her teachers think that she can handle herself, yes. ::grins:: Remember, *I'm* just playing Bhaal's Advocate here. More wine? <Zoya> Ah, well, if that's what you must do... Will you take anyone with you? I understand that the planes are not the safest place a mortal ever set foot. <Lisl> ::dryly:: I'm *sure* you are, Rhys. And no, I think I'd rather have a mug of 'kick, at this point. <Rhys> Of course. ::hauls one of the braver mugs off the shelf, and fills it with mulekick:: Here you go... * Lucius sips his drink. <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head:: Although I know it would be wiser to have a companion along, all of those I once traveled with were killed. <Lisl> ::shaking her head:: It's always so much safer after you've crushed their souls.... <Rhys> ::raises an eyebrow:: A little melodrama with the mulekick this evening, Lisl? <Lisl> My thanks, Rhys. ::raising an eyebrow at the mug:: Oh, come now, at least I'm not Xarroch. Have you ever known me to drop one of you? ::takes a sip:: <Lucius> So you advocate letting every youngster with dreams of glory get themselves killed so that the few who survive can feel pride in the fact that they were lucky? <Lisl> I wasn't the one doing the melodrama. <Nacheyla> I don't think glory is what she's after, Lucius <Lisl> ::waving an arm:: Oh, of course, that's right. Kill 'em all off, it's better for them. ::snorts:: <Jelarthna> ::shrugs a bit:: Also, this is a journey of self. I started it alone, I should finish it alone. I think anyone else would be a distraction. I will be a great deal more careful when I visit the Blood Wars again, though. * Alranis looks at Rhys. "Could I get a drink?" <Rhys> Sure. Weiders? * Lucius looks appraisingly at Lisl. * Jelarthna looks at Lucius with concern. <Lisl> ::glancing at Jel over the rim:: Wasn't Xarroch with you, then? You could always ask him to accompany you. <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow:: Maybe you could take Xarroch with you for that one? <Jelarthna> ::laughs:: Actually, I have told him I'm going, and he plans to keep an eye on me. <Jelarthna> I'm not fool enough to try and stop him. <Zoya> ::nods:: Good. <Lisl> ::takes another sip of 'kick and returns Lucius's look levelly:: <Zoya> And when you're done with this tour of your past, let me know and I'll see about preparing a ship. <Alranis> Yes, please. <Jelarthna> ::smiles widely:: Really? That is something to look forward to, then! * Rhys pours Alranis a mug of Weiders. "Here you go." <Lisl> ::giving Zoya a questioning look:: Ship? Going into business with Eljorin, are you? <Zoya> ::smiles:: Don't rush things. <Zoya> ::to Lisl:: No. I promised Jelarthna a while back that I would take him... Ah... World-travelling. <Alranis> Thanks. <Lisl> Ahhhh. *That* kind of ship. <Jelarthna> ::still smiling:: Don't worry, I won't. This is too important on too many levels. I think I may actually be learning a bit of patience outside of battle... * Lucius sips his drink. <Nacheyla> Eljorin? Wasn't that the all gentleman with the interesting taste in novels? <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Yes. And I really must have words with him about that. Do you have any *idea* how long it took me to explain things to Glossaria?! <Jelarthna> ::raises an eyebrow at Zoya:: What happened? <Lisl> ::leaning on her elbow and suddenly dissolving into gales of laughter:: <Nacheyla> ::grins:: I don't think you'd have had to explain... she's sort of a voracious reader... <Nacheyla> Is she still interested? <Jelarthna> Interested in what? <Nacheyla> Interested in getting ravished by Eljorin... ::laughs:: <Jelarthna> ::blinks:: Excuse me? <Zoya> ::sighs:: Eljorin came in here spouting the sort of nonsense one reads in those... Those awful romances. She loves them; I think she's got a taste for pulp. ::sighs:: Anyway, he propositioned her - I think he was just joking at first, but she took him seriously, and she's very... Well. <Jelarthna> ::laughs loudly:: Pulp! That's a good one, Zoya! <Zoya> ::smiles:: <Lisl> ::grins:: To be more precise, he jokingly propositioned the room, and SHE took HIM up on it. <Nacheyla> She was certainly very... interested... <Jelarthna> ::looks mischievous:: Perhaps we should let them, and then tell Eljorin what Glossaria was originally... <Zoya> Well, you know how she is about collecting experiences to find out just what the books are talking about... <Nacheyla> ::looks at Jelarthna curiously:: Oh, what was she? I thought she was a wood nymph of some sort... with that green hair and all... <Lisl> ::grinning:: You never know, Jel, he could be the sort of man who enjoys drinking the worm.... <Zoya> ::laughs:: I mentioned to him that she was only a couple of years old, and he sort of turned greenish at the thought. * Jelarthna laughs * Lucius sips his drink. <Zoya> ::to Nach:: She's, um... ::looks around:: Actually, she's a polymorphed bookworm. <Nacheyla> Really? Very intelligent for an invertebrate... How'd that happen? <Zoya> ::grins:: You'd have to understand my home. <Jelarthna> ::wiping almost formed tears from an eye:: It happened in Zoya's Tower. Chaos incarnate. ::grins:: <Nacheyla> ::gives Zoya an interested look:: Gee, do you ever have visitors... sounds interesting... <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Not many, I'll admit - for some reason, they're all terrified of the place. <Jelarthna> ::grinning:: Can't understand why! <Nacheyla> Is it dangerous, or just strange? <Lisl> ::looking up at Zoya:: Hey, *I* liked it. It's very....you. And even a little Erdian. ::grins:: <Zoya> Erm... ::thinks:: That depends, I suppose... <Jelarthna> It depends on how you feel about gnomes, among other things. <Nacheyla> Tinker gnomes? <Zoya> Most of them. * Alranis takes a sip <Nacheyla> ::shudders:: I lived with a group for a while. They were... strange. And it took a long time for my eyebrows to grow back in... <Zoya> ::laughs:: Yes. <Lisl> ::goes back into a fresh wave of hysterics, and takes a deep draught of 'kick to quell a rising attack of hiccups:: <Jelarthna> They make good students, too. Speaking of which, how are they all doing, Zoya? Is TooManyToCount still working on that flying thresher thing? <Nacheyla> But they were good-hearted and kind, if a bit absent minded. It was better than some of the places I lived... They had a wraith problem, and I needed to recuperate for a while. You had to be very careful at dinner, especially. <Zoya> Well, he finally got it out of the basement, but yes, he still thinks he can make it work. It's just got "acoupleofkinkstoworkout" <Jelarthna> ::laughs:: That's more than last time! <Nacheyla> ::looks a bit wistful:: I especially remember the Great Red Pepper Debate... whether or not, if you didn't have red pepper, you could just paint black pepper red... <Zoya> ::grins:: That one must be universal to the race. Ours have that discussion at least once a month. <Lisl> ::takes another hefty swallow of 'kick, and burps a small spout of blue flame:: Whoops, excuse me. Okay, better now. <Nacheyla> What did your friends decide? <Rhys> You're excused, Lisl. Oh, last call, everyone. <Jelarthna> I'm not even sure which side of the argument to take at this point.. <Zoya> That it depends what you use for paint. <Jelarthna> ::looks up:: Goodness, already? <Zoya> ::quaffs the rest of her cider and gently pushes the empty mug down the bar:: <Nacheyla> My friends decided that if a tree fell in the forest than the mountain didn't exist in the first place, and it was tabled to committee <Lisl> I'm fine with this, Rhys. You could use tabasco...::chuckles:: * Rhys nods his head. I'm afraid so, Jelarthna. * Lucius finishes his drink and drops a silver on the bar. "Thank you for the drink sir." <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Well, you're welcome to drop by some evening and meet them, since you've been forewarned. * Rhys pushes the coin back. "First drink of a new life is on the house." <Lisl> By the way, does anyone know where Temire is, now? <Nacheyla> You get some rest, now, Lucius... and eat well. And drink lots of water. * Lucius pockets the coin, "My thanks again sir." * Jelarthna finishes his drink <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow at Nach:: I'd have thought he had enough of that. <Nacheyla> ::blinks at Zoya a moment:: Thankyouverymuchforyourkindinvitationmistresszoyaillbesuretodothatassoonasihavesomefreetime! <Zoya> ::laughs:: <Jelarthna> I've no idea. There are several people I ought to visit while I'm here. <Lucius> Temire is at home. I believe Yohko had some kind of training planned for her this evening. * Nacheyla breathes for a while <Lisl> ::blinks at Nach:: Wow. She speaks gnomish, too. <Nacheyla> Well, I still speak the language, at any rate... * Alranis takes a sip <Jelarthna> Taxing, isn't it? <Zoya> ::to Jel:: Will you be staying at the Tower while you're in town, Jelarthna? <Jelarthna> I've had to resort to casting Haste at times just to keep up. <Nacheyla> Yes... :: breathes again :: I think they have an extra set of lungs, or something <Lisl> ::nods to Lucius:: Thank you. I'll have to stop by and see how she is...and if Mother's visiting with Michelle again. * Lucius nods to Lisl, "Good evening lady." <Jelarthna> Thank you Zoya, I'd like that. <Zoya> There's a trick, actually, of breathing in and out at the same time. It takes a while to master, but it's enormously helpful. <Lisl> ::nods back:: Good evening, Dragon. * Jelarthna pulls a small pouch out and sets it on the counter. <Jelarthna> ::nods:: Yes, but that always make me burp for the next several hours... * Lucius goes to the door and wraps his cloak around him. * Rhys looks at the pouch. "I assume you'll be wanting substantial change for that?" <Nacheyla> ::finishes her beer:: Bill my pay, will you, Rhys. I seem to be short some coinage... * Alranis drains his mug. "Time flies..." He flips a coin on the counter. * Rhys waves off Nacheyla. "It'll get covered under Petty Cash-Barkeep Discretion." <Lucius> Thank you again Nacheyla. If I can ever be of assistance, you need only ask. <Lisl> ::nods:: Good of you to visit, though, Al. <Zoya> Well, then, you can walk me back. ::Heads for the door, discussing the merits of gnomish breathing with Jelarthna:: <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head:: Nay. I'm fine for money, and I've ended up coming into more as I travel. I have little need for it, really, so I just divide it into pouches. <Nacheyla> Not a problem... good evening. <Jelarthna> Good night, everyone! * Jelarthna walks out with Zoya <Lisl> ::downs the last of her 'kick and stands to stretch, popping every bone in her spine:: * Lucius departs. * Nacheyla goes upstairs. <Nacheyla> I think I need some sleep. Unless you need help with the dishes? <Rhys> Very well. From now on, you've got a standing account. This is the initial deposit. Should you drink us dry a decade running, you may owe some more. * Alranis slips out the door and into the night. <Rhys> I'm fine, Nacheyla. Go get some rest. You look like you could use it. <Nacheyla> Thanks... that resurrecting thing takes a lot out of you. <Lisl> Arrrrrrr.....time to turn in. ::digs in her jerkin and flips a coin to the counter in front of Rhys:: Night, Rhys. And next time, try siding with the angels, ay? <Rhys> ::grins:: We'll see. * Nacheyla laughs as she walks up the stairs. * Rhys deposits all the coins in the coinbox, and places Jelarthna's clinking pouch underneath the bar, and writes a little note on it. * Lisl saunters out the door. * Rhys locks the door behind the sauntering lady, and begins to clean up after the Patrons. |
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