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* Nacheyla walks in from upstairs, unlocks the door and returns behind the bar <Nacheyla> Good evening... can I get people drinks? * Zoya bursts through the door backwards, flinging something back into the alley. "Take THAT, miscreants! Now go away and let me drink in peace!" * Jelarthna strides in smoothly, hanging his cloak near the door and giving a curious look out the door. * Zoya turns around and comes the rest of the way into the Hall. Most of her face and cloak are covered with snow. She strides over to the fire, breathing a bit hard, and begins brushing off the snow. <Nacheyla> Problems, Lady Zoya? <Lisl> ::out of the darkness of the alley:: Hey! Watch what you're throwing over here, Zoya! It's been a hard enough weekend.... <Jelarthna> What was that about? <Jelarthna> Oh, and good evening! * Zoya waggles her eyebrows, grinning hugely:: Snowbeasts. Very dangerous. It's best to show no fear, and give them a taste of their own medicine. <Jelarthna> Snowbeasts? ::looks towards the door again:: * Lisl walks in nearly on Zoya's heels, wearing leathers so new they still smell of tannin and a large, wet patch on her shoulder. <Zoya> ::a small gaggle of urchins are running back down the street, pelting each other with snowballs:: * Jelarthna chuckles and turns back inside. * Lisl brings a gloved hand out from behind her back, filled at the moment with a particularly large snowball. There's a devilish twinkle in her eye. "Now, are you going to apologize, or do you *really* want this back, Zoya?" <Zoya> Sorry about that, Lisl. If you weren't so blasted quiet, I'd have known you were there. <Jelarthna> Ah yes! I managed to avoid them while you kept them busy. Thank you, Zoya. ::grins:: * Zoya bows with a flourish to Jel. * Jelarthna grins, bowing back <Nacheyla> Hmmmm... ::moves over to a large pot:: Guess this will come in handy... ::pours out four mugs of hot chocolate:: * Jelarthna continues and bows to Lisl and Nacheyla * Jelarthna sniffs the air and smiles <Jelarthna> Perfect! Well done, Nacheyla. ::moves quickly to the bar and awaits a mug:: <Lisl> ::grins and chucks the snowball out the door, over her shoulder:: Well enough. * Zoya brushes the last of the snow onto the floor into a swiftly-melting puddle, then steps over to the bar to accept a mug of chocolate. "Thank you, Nacheyla." <Lisl> Thanks. I don't suppose you could add a dollop of something or other to mine? <Nacheyla> ::pulls out a bottle of Butterscotch schnapps:: How about this? <Lisl> ::squints at the label:: Aye, that'd do. ::smiling:: <Jelarthna> ::takes a sip of hot chocolate and comes away attempting to blow on his tongue:: 'till a bi' hot, dere. <Nacheyla> ::the small yellow star bounces around Nacheyla's head, almost frantically:: <Nacheyla> Yes, yes, I know... I don't know what you want me to do about it, though. :: she glares at the star :: <Jelarthna> ::recovers for a moment:: Nacheyla, I have something to ask you about... ::looks serious:: * Zoya blows on her chocolate before taking a careful sip. "What's wrong with your, um, friend?" * Jelarthna pauses to look puzzled at the star's antics <Nacheyla> Something's wrong with the teleport shields on the Hall. <Jelarthna> What? * Lisl takes a seat at the bar and reaches for a mug. The back of her hands, as she takes off her gloves, are freckled with small, shiny patches of slightly pinker skin. <Nacheyla> Yes, Jelarthna? ::turns to the star:: Will you hush? * Zoya sits up straight. "What?" <Jelarthna> ::looks indecisive for a moment:: Have you seen Tyl in the past few days? <Nacheyla> No, I haven't... we were supposed to get together for lunch the other day, but an urchin brought me a note from her saying she'd been delayed by some pressing business and she'd meet me later. * Jelarthna looks concerned <Jelarthna> I knew she was planning to meet you, but that's the last I've seen of her, as well... I'm trying not to suffocate her, and I know she's capable, but I'm getting worried... <Nacheyla> ::gives Jelarthna a long, knowing look:: I don't think she'd mind you looking after her a bit. <Lisl> ::takes a large gulp of hot chocolate and sighs:: <Jelarthna> ::smiles slightly:: I know, but she is a very independent woman. Like I am, and I understand that she needs space sometimes. ::sighs:: Maybe I'm overcompensating a bit... Regardless, I need to find her quickly. <Nacheyla> ::the star bounces around some more:: <Nacheyla> Look, stupid, I can't do anything about that, you know... * Zoya mutters a few sharp syllables and a thin wisp of steam begins to rise from her clothes. <Zoya> ::looks at the star:: Is it still worried about the teleport shields? I can take a look, if you like. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Zoya:: If you took too much longer, I was going to do that for you... <Nacheyla> It says something is wrong with the shields, but I can't work with that sort of magic. <Lisl> There was...ummm....a situation Michelle had to deal with this weekend. It *could* be related to that. I'm hoping it's nothing more, just now...I'm pooped. <Jelarthna> I know a quite a bit about transportation magic... <Nacheyla> Please, look. Maybe we can get it calmed down. I was hoping Michelle would be in, but I received word that she's um... wounded <Zoya> ::bows elaborately to Jel:: Thank you, but I do believe I have the sense to dry my own clothes. <Jelarthna> What's happened with Michelle, is she alright? <Jelarthna> ::grins and bows back to Zoya:: I know. * Zoya pulls herself onto a stool, takes a big swallow of chocolate, and chants for a moment. A transparent miniature of the Hall - sans people - appears in front of her. Slowly, bits of it begin to glow. <Lisl> ::grins tiredly:: Oh, she's fine. She hired me to take the beating. Oh, and Temire's back, too. The resurrection was successful. <Nacheyla> Well, that's a relief <Jelarthna> Really? That's good news! ::notices Lisl's hand:: I take it you're alright? <Zoya> ::The miniature Hall is glowing like a miniature sun. Zoya HMPHs.:: Too much stuff. Let's see if we... ::She starts muttering again, and the glow begins to fade into a patchwork of bright colors:: <Lisl> ::glancing at her hand, as if just noticing it was there:: Me? I'll be fine. ::glance flicking at Nacheyla:: I'm pretty tough, but so were they. But Michelle's been helping with healing, so I should be fine in a week or so. <Jelarthna> ::winces:: That's good, then. <Zoya> ::The reds fade, followed by the greens and yellows, and finally all that's left is a thin veneer of blue around the building. The blue shield has a noticeable lump in it on one side.:: That's interesting... * Jelarthna keeps looking over at Zoya's work with interest <Nacheyla> ::the yellow star is bouncing around, squealing like crazy:: <Lisl> ::frowns at the little hologram:: What's that other stuff? The other colors? * Zoya expands the lumpy-portion of her model. "All right, I'm working on it! The colors are..." She is momentarily distracted... "Um, the colors are various protective spells." <Zoya> ::The lump is fairly long, almost the size of a rolled-up carpet. Zoya examines it for a few minutes, then frowns.:: I think I've found... <Zoya> Hmm. I don't know if I can put a hole in these spells; they're pretty powerful... Well, Erdian helped, so maybe he... ::she lapses into muttering under her breath:: <Jelarthna> someone punched a hole in the teleport shield? * Lisl sips her cocoa and listens to Zoya's ramblings with growing confusion. "But...why would you want to put a hole in a teleport shield? <Jelarthna> To be able to get through it, if you're careful enough. <Jelarthna> But teleports are tricky, actually maneuvering one like that would be exceedingly difficult. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: No, no, I mean someone on the *inside*. ::points:: That's just a lump, not a hole. Isn't it? * Zoya closes her eyes tightly, reaches out with her hand and squeezes the image in front of her carefully at one end, then slides her hand along the shape like squeezing a tube of oil paint. * Tyl falls onto the floor from the shape on the roof * Tyl is unconscious, and exhibits a wound across her neck. There is dried blood all over the front of her shirt. * Jelarthna drops his mug of hot chocolate, and it bounces, spilling the hot liquid over his legs and the floor. He rushes over to Tyl almost instantaneously * Zoya opens one eye make sure Tyl is all the way out, then closes it again and starts patting her model to repair the damage done. <Lisl> ::standing up:: What in the Nine Hells--?? * Nacheyla gasps. Turns to the little star. "Why can't you ever say things plainly?" <Nacheyla> ::the little star sulks behind Nacheyla's head:: * Jelarthna tears off his shirt and puts it under Tyl's head, and begins examining her for other injuries * Tyl stirs briefly... <Lisl> Jel....that wound on her neck....be careful! * Jelarthna , heedless of the words, hugs her to him after his search and rocks her gently back and forth, his face blank * Nacheyla moves around the bar. <Nacheyla> Here, let me see her. I have experience with these sorts of injuries * Tyl relaxes a little, something falls from her hand onto the floor <Jelarthna> :nods curtly and releases his hold on Tyl, but stays very close * Nacheyla examines the wound on the girl's throat carefully. * Zoya finishes fixing the shields and opens her eyes, banishing the image in front of her. She pulls one leg up and props it on the stool next to hers, wrapping her arms around it and watching the fuss, ready to help if needed, but certain Tyl is in capable hands. * Jelarthna stays close, but looks curiously at the item Tyl dropped * Lisl walks around Jel, stooping to pick up the item and hand it to him. "Anything familiar?" * Nacheyla removes a small vial from her pouch and opens it. <Nacheyla> Lisl, can you hold her? <Jelarthna> ::picks up a silver medallion with a symbol of some sort on it:: No... nothing I recognize... <Lisl> ::nods curtly and knees on the other side of Tyl's body from Nacheyla, planting one hand on her chest and the other on a thigh:: <Nacheyla> This may get bad, if she's infected <Lisl> ::frowning:: She was...bitten? * Jelarthna nods grimly * Nacheyla takes a deep breath and sprinkles the water over the body. * Tyl shrieks, her eyes flying open. Reddish froth boils out of her wounds... * Jelarthna lets loose a sob and struggles to help hold Tyl down * Nacheyla reaches up to her throat and pulls her holy symbol off, <Nacheyla> Release her! ::she speaks a deep command, a word unhearable, but felt in the air:: * Lisl braces against her bucking, keeping her pinned to the ground. * Tyl rolls her eyes frantically, her mouth working... * Zoya half-raises a hand, ready to magically bind her thrashing friend. <Lisl> ::catches Zoya's movement out of the corner of her eye and shakes her head once:: I've got her. <Nacheyla> Release this woman! ::Nacheyla drives the holy symbol tight down on Tyl's chest:: * Tyl gasps suddenly, a white mist rising up from her mouth. <Nacheyla> Here we go... 'ware the mist! <Lisl> ::turns her head away, instinctively avoiding the white cloud:: * Tyl screams once more, piercingly, then collapses * Nacheyla holds up her shining holy symbol, keeping the white mist at bay * Jelarthna glares at the white mist * Tyl relaxes and opens her eyes. <Tyl> What happened? ::she looks around and reaches a hand towards Jel:: * Zoya lifts a small ball on the end of a chain to help contain the mist. <Lisl> Stay down, Tyl, until that stuff's taken care of. ::relenting a bit on the pressure pinning her to the floor, but not yet letting go:: <Jelarthna> ::eyes watering up, clutches Tyl to him and moves behind Nacheyla:: * Zoya rises carefully from her stool and begins circling the mist, the surge sphere softly glowing. <Nacheyla> ::The white mist makes a sudden dive for Jaret:: Watch out! 'Ware the mist! <Nacheyla> ::ducks her hand into a pouch and pulls out a glass vial... with a quick toss, she throws it at Jaret, drenching him in holy water:: * Michelle enters the Hall. She's dressed in rainbow skirts and blouse, with a matching shawl wrapped around her. Her moon earring shines from her right ear. <Zoya> Nacheyla, can't you do anything? * Jaret strides in through the door, attired in a deep blue jacket and cape. He looks a little odd around the corners, but nothing too overt. "Good evening all! I --" He cuts off his greeting with a sudden dive to his left. He tucks, rolls, and comes up with his blade in his hand. "Tyr's Teeth, what is that!?" <Lisl> Michelle! 'Ware! <Nacheyla> ::gives Zoya a harried look:: I have no idea... <Jelarthna> ::stands up, looking resolute:: I can do something if we get it outside... * Michelle takes in the scene, "May I ask what's going on?" <Zoya> If we go outside, it will make it that much easier for it to get away, Jelarthna. <Nacheyla> Um... ::points at the mist:: Vampire... <Jelarthna> ::looks grim:: I know... * Nacheyla starts rummaging through her bag. <Nacheyla> Zoya, can you shield us, and the Hall, from a fire? <Lisl> You're the hunter, and *you* have no idea?? <Michelle> Damn, I just returned Bai's katana. Let me think. <Nacheyla> They usually get away in this form ::she yells:: * Jaret quickly shakes his jacket off his left arm, switches his rapier to that hand, shakes his jacket off his right arm, and kicks it into a corner, keeping his eyes on the mist all the while. "Vampire? On the Hall? Why isn't it ash and a foul memory yet?" <Zoya> Um... Maybe. ::reaches out with a blind left hand and grabs Jaret's sleeve:: Hold this! ::holds out her surgeball holy symbol:: <Jelarthna> Nacheyla, I can do fire if you need it. <Lisl> Because it was *TYL*, foolish man! <Zoya> Now, Lisl, don't get snippy. <Nacheyla> I've got the fire, I just don't want to kill everyone in the room... ::smiles tightly at Jel:: * Michelle rummages around in her clothes obviously looking for something. <Lisl> ::muttering:: Gods above, not fire again.... * Nacheyla pulls out a small wand, made of bronze, about six inches long. The mist roils around in the room, confounded by two holy symbols and some general hostility... <Lisl> ::cautiously taking her weight off of Tyl:: What can it do in this form, other than escape? * Jaret takes the ball from Zoya, and keeps it diffidently in his right hand, rapier still in his left, circling the mist. "Was Tyl? Well, so?" <Nacheyla> Um... don't breathe it, or swallow it... * Michelle pulls a whistle out, "I hope this works as well for me as it did for Yamato." <Nacheyla> What is it? <Lisl> ::winces and covers her ears:: Don't ask. Just grab onto something. <Zoya> ::relinquishes her holy symbol to Jaret and spreads her arms. She takes several deep breaths.:: All right, Nacheyla. I'm ready. * Jelarthna holds onto Tyl * Nacheyla points at the mist with her wand. "Yatta n'homa" <Michelle> A whistle, but it will allow me to control the winds. I should be able to contain the thing. Hopefully. <Nacheyla> ::the room explodes into flame:: * Jaret gets blown back a bit, and bounces off a table, but rolls onto his feet so quickly that it almost appears to have been on purpose. <Nacheyla> ::the windows explode, and the white mist screams in human agony:: * Zoya speaks a few words, and as the flames wash over everyone, a thin pocket of cool air surrounds everyone in the room. * Tyl clings to Jelarthna and shakes, her hair getting a little crisped on the ends. <Lisl> ::braces her feet, crossing her arms over her face as the tips of her hair crackles into flame:: <Nacheyla> ::a moment later, the fire dies out, and the mist is gone:: <Jelarthna> ::holds Tyl tightly, the two of them sliding a few inches along the floor * Jelarthna looks up <Jelarthna> Is it dead? * Nacheyla reaches up and calmly puts her eyebrows out. * Zoya grins like a child. "I've never been right in the middle of one of those before. What an experience!" <Nacheyla> Yeah, it's dead. ::she points:: ::The mist has congealed into a naked man, burned and skeletal, lying on the floor.:: <Deanna> ::As the flames die away a woman with long, flame red hair is standing where Michelle was, wearing the same brightly colored clothes.:: You could have given us a bit more warning. <Nacheyla> ::looks over sheepishly:: Sorry, heat of the moment... <Zoya> So to speak. ::grin:: * Zoya reaches a hand out to Jaret. "I'll take that back now, if you don't mind." <Jelarthna> ::shows a hint of a smile:: <Lisl> ::reaches up and smooths both hands over her hair, putting out the ends and looking at her soot-covered hands in disgust:: Fire. Why does it always have to be fire? * Deanna heads towards the bar and laughs, "Because you wouldn't remember anything else." * Jaret coughs raspily. "Ack. Fire." He graciously hands the ball back to Zoya. "Here it is... whatever it is." <Nacheyla> ::makes a face:: I couldn't think of anything else... sorry * Tyl looks around. <Tyl> Um... forgive me for being entirely banal here, but do you think I could get a drink? * Nacheyla laughs. <Nacheyla> Sure thing. Rum and ice, right? <Zoya> Thank you. ::to Lisl:: It's been ice, once or twice. It's not any better. * Tyl nods. <Lisl> ::wry smile:: Depends what you want to drink... <Jelarthna> ::still holding Tyl, strokes her hair gently:: Fire is traditionally useful against undead, as I recall... <Tyl> ::looks over at Jelarthna:: Well, my dear, you need a haircut. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: Nevermind. I just spent the weekend with a pair of fire-mad mages. They seem to be everywhere these days. <Jelarthna> ::chuckles and shakes out his considerably shorter hair:: Not anymore. * Jelarthna raises an eyebrow at Lisl <Zoya> Sorry about that; I didn't have a lot of time to fine-tune the protections. * Jaret tosses his rapier to his right hand and smoothly slides it into its scabbard. "I confess, I didn't expect my first night back in Marsember to be *quite* this spectacular, but I always enjoy an active evening." * Nacheyla gets up and goes behind the bar and pours Tyl a rum and ice. <Lisl> Don't give me that look. At least you still *have* eyebrows, laddie-boy. * Tyl uses Jel as a rather awkward climbing stool and struggles to her feet. <Deanna> Yamato wasn't fire-mad, he just shot you up with a couple thousand volts and tried to cut you to ribbons. ::Deanna smiles at Lisl.:: * Jelarthna smiles slightly <Jelarthna> Oh, hello Jaret, ::looks at Deanna:: Michelle...? <Lisl> ::gives Deanna a quelling look:: <Tyl> ::takes a long sip of her drink:: Thanks for the help, everyone... * Jaret leans over and offers a hand to Jelarthna, to help him up. "Hello Jelarthna." * Deanna looks suggestively at Jaret, "The nights still young." <Zoya> ::grins at Jaret:: Welcome back to Marsember, Jaret. Come in from the cold, do. <Jelarthna> :smiles and takes Jaret's hand:: Thanks. It's good to see you again. * Deanna curtseys to Jel, "Deanna." <Lisl> ::making a face:: Yeah, Nacheyla even laid in a fire for you. * Nacheyla looks around at the broken windows. <Nacheyla> Ug. * Jelarthna smiles wryly and bows to Deanna <Jaret> [that's coming out of Nacheyla's salary, y'know] <Jelarthna> Jelarthna, at your service. <Lisl> [giggle] <Zoya> [Now *there's* a tavern name for you: The Giggling Werewolf] <Lisl> ::squinting at the mirror behind the bar:: Ugh. I do *not* look well as a brunette. <Jelarthna> ::relaxing noticeably from before, smiles at Lisl:: I don't know, it's an interesting new look... <Jaret> Well... can I get a drink? A small goblet of winter wine, please? <Tyl> Well, ::collapses onto a stool:: I'm officially exhausted... * Jelarthna moves next to Tyl at the bar, puts his arm around her and smiles <Lisl> ::sticking out her tongue at Jel:: Don't tease, or I'll make sure you wake up one morning with purple hair, point-ear. * Nacheyla smiles at Jaret. <Nacheyla> Sure thing. ::pours him a drink and hands it to him:: <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow:: What's so bad about purple hair? <Jelarthna> ::winks at Lisl:: Purple won't exactly bother me, Lisl. ::bows slightly to Zoya:: * Jaret takes the goblet of the deep purplish wine and takes a small sip. "Mmmm... very nice." <Lisl> ::looking chagrined:: Well....I'll give you green spots, too. <Zoya> ::smiles at Jel:: * Nacheyla shakes her head, looking at the open windows... <Deanna> Let's continue the purple theme. I'll have a glass of that as well. * Jelarthna laughs <Zoya> ::musingly:: I had a green familiar, once... * Nacheyla pours Deanna a glass of wine. <Nacheyla> Just out of curiosity, Miss Deanna, where'd the boss go? <Jelarthna> ::winces and looks down at the hot chocolate stains/burns on his legs for the first time:: <Lisl> ::brushing ineffectually at the blackened ends of her normally silver hair:: Fire. Bah. ::shooting daggers at Deanna, with the air of reopening an old argument:: Why'd you have to marry such an idiot, anyway? * Jaret sits down and quietly ignores the arguing women. * Nacheyla gestures towards the kitchen. <Deanna> Sorry. Switching forms was a defense reflex against the flames. I haven't been out in a while so I'm going to enjoy it while I can. ::Looks at what she's wearing:: I really wish Michelle would listen to me more often when it comes to fashion. <Nacheyla> Excuse me a minute. ::goes back into the kitchen and comes back in, dragging a few large pieces of thin wood paneling:: <Deanna> I didn't marry him. But he was a lot of fun. ::Deanna grins.:: * Nacheyla leans the wood against the wall and wanders back into the kitchen. Comes out a moment later with a hammer and a handful of nails:: <Jelarthna> Oh? And what is your idea of fashion? I think Michelle dresses quite well... <Nacheyla> Don't mind me. I'll try and hammer quietly... <Lisl> You really expect us to sit here and watch you work? Got another hammer? * Nacheyla jumps back from the wall, as the walls grow arms, pick up the plywood and toss it aside. * Jaret has another sip of his wine. <Nacheyla> Eeeee gads! * Jelarthna chuckles <Jelarthna> Somehow I'm not surprised.... <Nacheyla> ::with a compulsive shudder, the Hall makes a weird noise, and all the glass sucks back into the window. A cracking noise is heard, as the glass resolidifies.:: <Deanna> Michelle always wears cloths that restrict her movement, and she almost never wears anything that actually shows off her figure. It's so frustrating. * Zoya glimpses the lanterns in the street. "I'd better be going. The battle with those snowbeasts earlier really took a lot out of me." <Lisl> ::chuckles:: Erdian's work, no doubt. <Jelarthna> Zoya... thanks. * Nacheyla looks down at her hammer, sort of dubiously. <Nacheyla> Well... * Tyl laughs. <Tyl> You never know around here, do you? <Jelarthna> You too, Nacheyla. <Nacheyla> No sweat. ::puts the hammer on the bar, very gingerly.:: <Tyl> Yes, my thanks as well. It's been a difficult week... <Lisl> Sleep sweet, then, Zoya. ::looks longingly at the mulekick tap, but decides against it:: Could I get another hot chocolate, for the road? <Lisl> ::muttering:: You can say that again:: <Jelarthna> ::hugs Tyl:: I can only imagine! What in the Abyss happened, Tyl? <Zoya> ::smiles at Jel and Tyl:: Of course. You two come by tomorrow or the next day for a visit. I haven't had a chance to sit and chat for a goodly while. <Nacheyla> Surely. ::pours some chocolate into a small, traveling mug:: This will just walk home when you're done. * Deanna sips her wine. * Jaret finishes off the rest of his winter wine in a long, slow swallow. "Mmmmmm..." <Jelarthna> ::nods and smiles to Zoya:: We will. Good night! <Tyl> ::shudders:: I got a little closer than I wanted to... he grabbed me, and I teleported out. Didn't know he'd come along, or that I'd get stuck in the Hall shields. I guess Rhys lowered them the last time I had to teleport in... <Jelarthna> ::cocks his head at Deanna:: Really? I suppose you could try to add to your wardrobe the things you'd like. ::grins mischievously:: * Zoya opens the door to leave, and is immediately pelted in the face with a small barrage of snow, to the chorus of giggling snowbeasts. She stoops and scoops up a handful of powder. "Varmits! Hadn't I banished ye once already! Take that!" She runs out into the darkness. <Nacheyla> ::stares at Tyl:: well... it's been you in there all week? <Jelarthna> How did you end up in here with a vampire, though? * Jelarthna chuckles at Zoya's departure <Tyl> I thought I knew where he was hiding. I did... Next time, I'll wait for some company before investigating, but I didn't know they could move during the day. <Jelarthna> Next time, you take me with you. <Nacheyla> This one had some really strange abilities. ::looks down at the corpse:: I think I'll be studying this for a while... <Tyl> ::gives Jelarthna a long look:: I sort of hope there won't be a next time, really <Jelarthna> ::to Nach:: Zoya's tower has excellent lab facilities. I'm sure she'd be willing to let you use them <Nacheyla> Good... :: looks down again:: Ugly thing, ain't it? <Lisl> ::taking a swallow of cocoa:: <Jelarthna> ::hugs Tyl close:: So do I! * Deanna sips her wine. <Tyl> ::me gives Jel a wry grin:: Well, spending the week in the embrace of a pissed off vampire has certainly put me in the mood for a warmer partner... Shall we head home? * Jelarthna smiles warmly at his lady love <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: The fun never stops around here. I'm beginning to think I need a vacation from my vacation. <Nacheyla> I agree with you, Lisl... * Jelarthna absently pulls a small, jingly pouch out and sets it on the counter <Jelarthna> Good night, my friends... <Nacheyla> Um, Rhys told me you were way in advance of payment, Jel.... * Jaret nudges his empty goblet toward the kitchen and stretches. "Well, I can't say it hasn't been fun, even though I've only been here for a sort time tonight. Fare thee well, everyone! I had best be getting on home and see if my house remained unburgled in my absence." * Tyl tucks her arm around Jelarthna's. <Jelarthna> ::nods absently, not really hearing Nacheyla, and heading for the door with Tyl:: Un-huh. ::gets his cloak down and wraps it around them:: <Lisl> ::giving Jaret an odd look:: Burgled? YOU? <Nacheyla> Good night, children... * Tyl turns and sticks her tongue out at Nacheyla... * Jelarthna leave the hall, arm in arm with Tyl * Deanna shakes her head as Tyl and Jel leave, "There go two people who won't be sleeping alone tonight." * Jaret shrugs. "I've been out of town. Who knows what form of miscreant might decide that I have untold wealth stacked in my deep storerooms?" <Lisl> ::shaking her head and taking another swallow of hot chocolate, tilting her head back to finish off the mug:: Ah. I needed that. <Nacheyla> What miscreant would be that idiotic? <Lisl> ::pursing her lips at Deanna:: There go two people who won't be sleeping tonight, you mean. * Nacheyla laughs <Jaret> New fools arrive in town on the docks every day, I've been lead to understand. Who knows. * Jaret flexes his fingers. <Jaret> I just hope they're still home when I get there!" <Nacheyla> Feeling a little aggressive, Lord Jaret <Lisl> ::grins:: The new fools will hear your reputation blown entirely out of proportion, and won't even go near your neighborhood for fear of your flashing blade. <Jaret> Not in the slightest. Just a little keyed up still, after this evening's festivities. * Jaret looks a little downcast at Lisl's words. "Oh... That is possible, isn't it." <Lisl> ::laughs:: You could always patrol the docks, and make sure your luggage is safely on the way to your home.... * Jaret brightens up. "But never worry! Hope for the best! Good night, all!" He makes for the door. <Nacheyla> Good night, sir... * Jaret leaves, in a flurry, leaving his jacket on the floor. <Lisl> ::laughs again, shaking her head:: I'd best head home myself...I've still got a bit of recuperating to do. <Nacheyla> Yeah. Sorry about the hair thing. <Lisl> ::snorts:: It's alright. It'll grow back soon enough, and then I can cut it off. I've just had...a little too much adventure this week. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: I can't believe I just said that. Me. ::shrugs:: I *must* be getting old. <Nacheyla> Yeah, you and me both, sister... <Nacheyla> ::the little star begins bobbling around Nacheyla's head, making noises that sound almost exactly like "I told you so":: <Lisl> ::glances at Deanna, who seems to have fallen asleep at a table:: I'll see her home, too. Goodnight, Nacheyla. ::digs something out of her pocket, and tosses it on the bar...a piece of silver that was once a coin, now a fire-scarred and acid-etched lump, rolls across the counter:: * Nacheyla takes up the coin and drops it into the cash box <Nacheyla> Good night... * Lisl walks out, checking left and right for snowbeasts before heading out the door. * Nacheyla looks around. <Nacheyla> Well, what a night... * Nacheyla locks the door and retires upstairs. |
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