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* Nacheyla walks down the stairs, her yellow stone flitting gleefully around her head. * Rhys walks in from the back room, unlocks the front door, and returns behind the bar. "hall's open." <Nacheyla> Good evening, Boss... can I get a beer? <Rhys> Of course, Nacheyla. Contary to my feeble attempts at balancing the books, I'm not the boss around here. ::he pours Nacheyla a beer:: * Maeli hobbles in, leaning very heavily on a stout applewood cane. She sinks slowly and carefully into the first chair she comes to, and closes her eyes briefly. * Nacheyla plunks down on a bar stool. <Rhys> Well met, Maeli. Can I get you anything? * Alranis slips in, looks around for a moment, then sidles up to the end of the bar, some distance from the others. <Rhys> ::sideways, to Alranis:: Weiders? <Nacheyla> ::turns to the old woman:: You're Maeli? <Maeli> Aye, son, a hot cider, heavily spiced, with a generous dollop of brandy would be welcome. <Maeli> ::turns her gaze on Nach:: Aye. <Alranis> Yeah :: smirks :: If you've got it... * Rhys mostly fills a mug with cider, adds a few thick fingers of brandy to the mug, and begins stirring it with his spoon that he retrieves from a pocket. "I'll have it ready in a minute..." * Temire walks through the door. She is thoroughly soaked, her hair and clothes matted to her body and dripping on the floor. She is wearing a rapier on her hip and a depressed expression on her face. <Nacheyla> ::gets up and bows to Maeli:: I've been looking for you, ma'am... I've heard tell you are the best seamstress in town. <Rhys> Evening, Temire. Can I get you anything? A towel, perhaps? * Rhys finishes stirring the cider and sets it a-toddling over to Maeli. <Maeli> ::glances at Temire, eyes travelling from her face to the rapier at her side, and mutters:: Ach, they get younger every year... * Rhys pours Alranis his beer and sets it in front of him. * Temire walks slowly towards the bar, "A towel would be lovely Rhys. Something to keep me from getting the chills as well." <Rhys> Towel first, warm drink in a bit. ::he heads into the kitchen, and returns briefly with a mostly-clean looking towel:: Here. <Maeli> ::to Nach:: Whoever told you that wasn't too far wrong, though my hands grow old and my eyes find it harder to keep the thread every day. What do ye need? * Alranis sips his beer. <Nacheyla> I'd like to commission you to fix my cloak. ::makes an odd face:: My husband gave it to me, and I'm quite fond of it. * Temire perches on a stool and begins towelling off her hair. * Rhys begins fixing Temire a hot cider with brandy similar to Maeli's. * Maeli leans down and carefully picks up the cider, spilling just a bit. She sets the mug on the table next to her and sucks the spilled cider from her hand, staring thoughtfully at Nach:: <Maeli> I've granddaughters and grandnieces who can mend cloaks... * Rhys finishes stirring Temire's cider and places it on the bar in front of her. <Nacheyla> Yes, ma'am, I'm sure you do... however, my cloak is very old... I fear that only the very best will be able to mend it without causing damage to the material <Maeli> Do ye have it with you? * Temire wraps the towel around her neck and has a gulp of the cider. "Thanks Rhys. I definitely need this." <Nacheyla> ::nods:: Hang on a minute... it's upstairs... * Nacheyla moves gracefully up the stairs. * Maeli takes a slow, long sip of cider while she waits for Nach's return, sighing as the liquid warms her. * Temire returns to towelling off her hair. * Alranis takes a sip. * Temire wraps the towel back around her neck and takes another sip of her cider. * Nacheyla walks back down the stairs with a black clock tucked under her arm <Rhys> So... Temire, did you encounter a rainstorm the other Patrons missed? * Nacheyla gingerly hands Maeli the cloak and sits down near the old woman... * Temire scans the room for a moment, then looks at the floor dejectedly, "No. Master Yohko told me I need to work more on my balance so I have to take the most precarious routes I can find...I fell into a few of the canals." * Maeli pushes her cider a little further away from the edge of the table before accepting the cloak. She rests its bulk in her thin lap, and carefully unfolds the nearest edge, fingering the material and looking closely at the weave. <Maeli> ::looking over the cloak:: This is a fine cloak, lady. ::looks up at Nach:: Your husband had this from his own grandmother? <Nacheyla> No, Ma'am... his mother made it for him to give me as a gift <Maeli> ::looks deep into Nach's face:: Ye don't look old enough to match this cloak's years. <Nacheyla> ::smiles faintly:: Aye, I know... I feel it, though, sometimes... * Alranis takes a sip. <Maeli> ::shrugs:: As it may... Is there magic to it? <Nacheyla> The cloak? No... unless love and devotion is magical... ::shrugs:: it is magic, of a kind, but not *that* kind. <Maeli> ::nods:: I always ask - I have not the Sight, but by touch I can re-weave damaged magecloth, and plain woolen thread can impair the flow of magic. <Maeli> But as it is... Where is the damage? <Nacheyla> ::reaches over and neatly spreads the cloak, revealing a long, jagged tear near the left shoulder:: <Nacheyla> I got careless... bastard marked me at night... * Maeli carefully shifts the cloak on her lap to examine the rent. She brings the cloth close to her face and sniffs delicately at it, then with deft fingers rolls a few of the torn fibers. * Temire sips her cider. <Maeli> ::nods:: I can repair this, lady, but I'll need to take it for a few days to clean it first, or the remnants of the stain will continue rotting the threads under my mending. <Nacheyla> ::nods:: I thought it might take time... ::reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small gold coin:: Will this cover the trouble? <Maeli> And the alchemist's bill, yes, lady. ::takes the coin and tucks it into her bag. She begins to slowly refold the cloak:: <Nacheyla> Alchemist's bill? <Maeli> Aye, for the potion needed to remove the poison and blood, lady. <Nacheyla> Poison? ::looks a little ill:: <Maeli> Aye, lady. The claw that ripped your cloak was poisoned. ::calmly begins to roll the cloak up:: Did you not suffer its effects? <Nacheyla> ::rather absently:: You don't need to call my lady... My name is Nacheyla... <Nacheyla> Um... no... I didn't suffer any poison effects... * Alranis sips his beer. <Maeli> Ah, then you were fortunate and the cloak took the poison before it touched you. Or ye were young and strong, and thought naught of the effects. ::smiles:: <Nacheyla> ::reaches down and touches her sword hilt that had no sword attached:: I am going to find him... I swear I will... <Maeli> ::carefully puts the cloak in her bag and closes it:: This is recent? Then you *are* lucky. <Nacheyla> It was a few weeks ago, I think... ::she paced around for a while:: <Temire> Nacheyla, Maeli, would either of you happen to have a brush. I'd like to get the tangles out of my hair before they become unmanagable. <Nacheyla> ::glances over at Temire:: upstairs, second door on the right... all my toiletries are there... <Maeli> ::looks somewhat troubled:: If ye like, I can ask the alchemist to try to do a work on the poison and try for an antedote for ye... <Nacheyla> ::looks a bit puzzled:: I'm trying to figure out why he's poison me to begin with... it doesn't make sense. <Temire> Thank you Nacheyla. ::Temire heads up the stairs.:: <Maeli> ::pulls her cider back to her and takes another long drink:: 'Fraid it's not my place to guess the motives and methods of monsters. <Nacheyla> ::touches her amulet:: Well, it's supposed to be mine, but I've never met a vampire that would poison you... contaminates their food source, you know... * Alranis takes a sip. <Maeli> Mayhap 'tis only sauce, and not poison at all, then? ::cackles shortly:: <Nacheyla> ::gives Maeli a startled glance, then laughs:: Maybe... <Xarroch> ::the door bangs open and the hulking figure of Xarroch lunbers in, unkempt looking as always:: <Maeli> ::looks up at the entrance:: <Rhys> Evening Xarroch... easy with the door, easy with the door... <Xarroch> Hello, Rhys! ::looks over at the door:: No noticable damage. ::shrugs and walks to the bar:: <Nacheyla> ::still pacing around:: Oh, good evening, Lord Xarroch... how do you fare this evening? <Xarroch> ::nods to Nacheyla:: Have you found that one that got away, yet? I have not had time to look on my own. ::growls:: <Nacheyla> ::shakes her head:: No... he's damned sneaky... <Xarroch> ::grunts:: Survival mechanism, I suppose. Do be sure to let me know when you do find it. ::feral grin:: <Nacheyla> I don't know... he may just be very talented... * Alranis sips his beer. * Lisl stumps in through the front door, smelling strongly of fish and other less savoury dockside odors. "'Kick. Please. Now." <Rhys> Well, Xarroch, can I get you anything to drink? ::smoothly pours Lisl a mug of the potent liquor:: * Xarroch nods to Lisl <Xarroch> The same. * Rhys pours Xarroch a match for Lisl's. * Lisl grabs her mug and downs half of it before seating herself gingerly at the bar, obviously trying not to contaminate anything with her presence. <Xarroch> ::to Nacheyla:: Hmm. Perhaps I should try to stay a while and help you look? <Lisl> ::pauses with the mug halfway to her lips again:: Stay? Were you going away, Xarroch? * Rhys leans over and whispers to Lisl. <Nacheyla> Well, I'll never say I object to the help ::grins:: * Temire comes back down the stairs, her clothes still very damp, but her hair brushed out. <Temire> Hello Lisl, Xarroch. * Temire sits back down at the bar and sips her cider. <Xarroch> I normally do not stay in the area. I am not particularly good with disguises. ::grins:: And while I do not care too much for the feeling of the citizenry, I do not like to be bothered with squashing the occasional hunter that would come after me. <Lisl> ::looks Rhys up and down:: Am I *that* bad? Truly, though, I'd appreciate it. 'Evening, Temire. * Xarroch nods to Temire <Rhys> You just look like you'd feel more comfortable. Now, hold still a bit. * Rhys cracks a knuckle and rubs a sliver of soap between two fingers. A whirlwind of bubbly mist surrounds Lisl, twirls about her for several seconds, and then vanishes. <Lisl> Well, I'm sure everyone *around* me would be. ::sneezes involuntarily as the mist surrounds her:: <Lisl> Oh, *much* better. Thank you, Rhys, I wasn't certain I'd *ever* get that fish out of my hair. * Maeli sniffs approvingly. <Xarroch> Pity. That was an interesing mix of smells. What did you do to cause it? ::downs his kick:: <Nacheyla> Interesting trick... I could use something like that every once in a while... * Temire sips her cider. <Rhys> You're welcome, Lisl. Occasionally, I manage to find something to do to make myself useful. <Xarroch> ::laughs:: You have always been useful when I see you. You know where the mule kick is. ::grins at Rhys:: <Lisl> I don't know where we'd be without the modern conveniences... ::grins and looks at Xarroch:: Interesting... well, that's one word for it. I've spent the last three days on the docks. ::shudders:: Thank heaven I shouldn't have to spend any *more* time there. <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow at Lisl:: Why so much time there? I would not think there would be much of interest. * Alranis takes a sip. <Lisl> There wasn't. Just *lots* of fish. All of those "interesting" bits are part of what took me so hells-damned LONG to find hwat I was looking for. <Xarroch> So what were you looking for that was so important? * Lisl glances at Temire briefly before turning back to Xarroch. "A gang of would-be killers." <Xarroch> Really? ::eyes light up a bit:: Anyone that need to be taught a permanent lesson? <Lisl> Eventually, I'm sure, but not, I think, before the law gets them, this time. ::looks at Temire again:: Any luck on your front? * Temire shakes her head, "No. Hopefully Master Yohko and Lucius are having better luck." * Alranis sips his beer. <Xarroch> Law? ::makes a dismissive gesture:: I take it you have not actually found them yet, however? <Lisl> Well... ::takes a sip of 'kick, considering:: I *think* I might have found something...but I'm not sure what it is yet. ::makes a face:: Perhaps I *do* need to spend more time on the docks.... damn. <Lisl> ::looks at Xarroch:: It was a Dragon who got attacked, acting in his official capacity, even if he happens to also be Temire's brother. I'll allow that the law has primary rights, in this case. <Xarroch> A dragon? I cannot imagine that a dragon would have any trouble in this area, even a very young one. * Temire sips her cider. <Lisl> As to finding them...yes, for all intents and purposes, I have them already. I could lay hands on them fairly easily, at this point. ::frowns:: I'm more concerned with the one who hired them, though... that, I'm not... certain... about....::sips her 'kick again, absentmindedly:: <Lisl> ::shakes off her mood and laughs:: Dragon? No, I mean the Purple Dragons, Xarroch. The city guard. Not...the other kind. <Xarroch> Ah, I see. <Lisl> ::scratches her chin:: ARE there purple dragons? <Xarroch> What is the trouble? Just "lay your hands" on a few of them and ask. ::grins:: <Xarroch> Yes. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: I don't think it'll be that simple, or I'd have done it ere now. No, I'm more minded to let them run, in case they're contacted again. I don't want... whoever it is... to know that the search is that close already. <Xarroch> Ah yes! Frighten the ::makes a noise like a grindstone being used:: and then follow it back to it's hole. ::smiles nostagically:: * Alranis goes to take a sip, and notices that his mug is empty. He purses his lips for a moment in frustration, then shrugs and encourages the mug to wander back to Rhys. * Temire sips her cider. * Rhys takes Alranis's mug and looks at him. "Last call, everyone. Refills?" * Xarroch shakes his head at Rhys. <Nacheyla> No thanks, boss... ::reaches into her pouch and pulls out two silver pieces:: I think I'll cover Maeli's tab tonight, if you don't mind... <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: I'm fine with this, thanks. If I drink any more, I'll want to drink more, and then I'll *never* get back to the fish. <Rhys> ::looks dourly at Nacheyla:: Very well. ::takes the two silvers and puts them in the strongbox:: <Xarroch> If you like, I can scare the ::noise like a grindstone being used, but it sounds like it might be plural this time:: and you can follow them. ::grins nastily:: * Alranis tosses a coin onto the counter, then stands. "Time t'push off." He slips out the door. <Maeli> ::cackles:: Ye can try, lady Nacheyla. <Maeli> ::looks at Rhys and the strongbox with a vastly offended look:: Ye take *her* money? <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow to Maeli:: You are saying I shouldn't do a favor for the woman who is going to save the cloak my husband gave me? Pah! <Rhys> ::as if it explains everything:: She's an employee. * Xarroch reaches absently into a pocket and pulls out some assorted junk, including several gold and silver coins and places them on the counter. <Lisl> ::chuckles at Xarroch:: Y'know, when you say things like that, I almost wonder what your species' version of "sweet nothings" is...::shakes her head:: But, I'm not sure they know who hired them. I'm not about to make them run until I know that. Whoever arranged this covered his backside well... <Temire> Lisl, could you walk me home. I suspect I look a tad vulnerable at the moment. <Maeli> ::to Nach:: I meant that every time previous I've tried to give this pup my coin ::waves at Rhys:: he's sent it back to me! <Xarroch> What is a "sweet nothing"? * Rhys looks wearily at Xarroch, leans over, and blows on the heap. All the non-coins are blown away as if made of dust (which was undoubtably true for some of them). <Lisl> Be happy to, Temire...and meanwhile, I can give you some information to pass on to your brother, I think... <Maeli> ::points:: Like that! <Nacheyla> ::grins:: Ah... you must be a special customer <Maeli> Only the coins go, too, and reappear in my purse in the morn! <Lisl> ::chuckles at Xarroch:: Words of love, meaningless phrases of endearment. <Rhys> ::looks at Nacheyla:: I have no idea what she's talking about. * Temire finishes her cider. <Nacheyla> ::winks:: I've heard the Hall does that sometimes... <Xarroch> Do you mean like, "Stop moving or I'll tear your heart out"? <Maeli> ::hmphs at Rhys, then begins laboriously coming to her feet:: <Nacheyla> Like the mug that steals my keys... <Nacheyla> ::gives a sharp look at Xarroch:: You know, that would be funny if I weren't certain it were true... <Lisl> ::grins:: Something like that, I imagine. ::frowns:: I don't think I *want* to know how your people mate.... <Xarroch> Well undead hunter, are you up for looking for the elusive vampire? I am in the mood to hit something. <Xarroch> ::snorts:: I suspect neither one of you wants to know. <Nacheyla> Surely... I have nothing better planned this evening... and I do so enjoy your company... ::winks at Lisl:: <Lisl> You're *always* in the mood to hit something, Xarroch. ::finishes off the last of her 'kick, and looks to Temire to nod that she's ready:: * Temire drops a coin on the bar and heads for the door. "Goodnight all." <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Xarroch:: Neither one? You mean me or Nach? <Xarroch> ::grins:: You both have a pleasantly violent nature under the right circumstances, also. * Maeli gathers up her bag, leans heavily on her applewood cane, and limps toward the door... <Xarroch> ::to Lisl:: Both. <Nacheyla> ::grins at Lisl:: I think we've been complimented... <Lisl> ::drops a few *very* shiny silver coins on the bar:: Thanks for the... bath, Rhys. <Rhys> Anytime, Lisl. Have a pleasant evening. <Xarroch> ::flexes his fingers and looks meaningfully at Nacheyla:: Shall we? <Lisl> ::grins:: I think so. Woo-hoo. ::grins again:: I'd better get out while I still can. Good evening, all. Sleep sweet. <Nacheyla> Let us do! ::walks out the door:: * Lisl follows Temire to the door. * Xarroch leaves with Nacheyla * Rhys follows the group to the door and locks it behind them. * Rhys returns behind the bar, and scoops up all the coins that had been left on it, as well as Nacheyla's from the strong box. He raises his hands to head height and begins chanting. The coins one by one rise out of his hands and begin spinning around him. When they are all flying about in mad orbits aroud him, he utters a last word, and the coins all speed away in many directions, into their old purses and pockets. <Rhys> There. Much better. ::he begins wiping down the bar top:: |
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