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* Michelle unlocks the door and announces, "Hall's Open!" * Jaret walks in through the doorway. He is wearing a white ruffled shirt and his usual black pants. His rapier is belted on his left hip, and Moon Dancer's klaive is on his right. He sweeps off his plumed hat as he enters, and bows to Michelle. "Well met, Michelle! A goblet of Arabellan Red, if you please." * Michelle returns behind the bar. She's in a blue dress, trimmed in a lighter blue. Her hair hangs free and she has a red rose pinned to the dress. * Vallel limps in, looking weary. He is wearing another new set of clothes, this time a dark blue shirt and black breeches with knee high black boots. He is carrying a short sword awkwardly on one hip. * Zoya enters, wearing working clothes. She looks somewhat somber, and quite tired. "I'll have an ale, if you please, Michelle. Some bread would be welcome as well." * Michelle pours Jaret his wine and places it on the bar, "And how are you this evening Jaret?" <Jaret> Quite well, Michelle. Glad to be back, again. How are you faring? * Michelle pours Zoya and ale and sets in on the bar, "Anything for you Vallel?" * Vallel turns to look at Jaret, blinks a few times and looks both awestruck and hero worshipful at the same time. * Glossaria follows Zoya in and takes a seat, apparently lost in thought. <Vallel> ::to Michelle:: Dinner, please? And some white wine? <Michelle> Well enough. Temire got into a scrape a week ago, but she's fine. Other than that I've just been worrying about Moon Dancer. * Michelle pours Vallel his wine and places it in front of him, "Glossaria?" * Zoya downs half the ale in a few gulps. * Jaret accepts his wine. "Ah. Well, I'm glad to hear Temire is doing well, then." <Glossaria> ::looks up at Vallel's voice, and does a double-take:: Vallel! What did you do to yourself? * Vallel winces. <Vallel> Good evening, dear.... I... had a bit of an accident * Michelle disappears into the kitchen. <Glossaria> Oh, you poor dear...::moving to his side and touching him on the shoulder solicitously:: Can I help? What happened? <Vallel> Um... Mistress Tyl is teaching me some new things, and I guess I used up most of my energy because... well, I couldn't maintain control over it. And I fell. On my sword, I might add. * Alranis slips into the Hall, and settles in his customary location. * Zoya finishes off the ale and sets the mug down with a satisfied sigh. * Vallel takes a sip of wine * Zoya nods at Alranis as he settles into his seat. <Glossaria> ::her eyes widen:: Oh, no! Was it bad? Does it still hurt? ::she touches his side gently:: * Alranis nods to Zoya. <Vallel> It was much worse. Mistress Tyl used her abilities to fix most of it, but she thought I ought to have a limp, to dissuade me from doing it again. ::blushes:: * Michelle returns from the kitchen carrying two trays. She sets one with a fresh loaf of bread and crocks of butter and honey in front of Zoya, and another with a lobster dinner in front of Vallel. * Vallel peers at the large red bug in front of him. <Zoya> Ah! Bread! Thank you! ::tears a hunk of bread from a loaf and smears it with butter:: * Glossaria utters a small scream, drawing back from the plate, before leaning forward again and frowning at it. * Alranis hides a smile behind a cough. <Vallel> Um... ::turns to Gloss:: I'm sure this is dinner, but I'm not sure what dinner is. What do you think? <Glossaria> ::putting a hand to her breast, feeling her heartbeat slowly return to normal:: I believe it's a type of arthropod... um... shellfish. ::leaning back with a sigh:: For a moment I was afraid it was someone I knew... * Zoya eyes the lobster with a raised eyebrow and continues happily munching on good, wholesome bread. * Jaret chuckles quite quietly and has a sip of his very fine wine. * Vallel pokes at the lobster sort of hesitantly. <Vallel> I'm all one for trying something new, but I... am not quite sure how to go about this. * Lisl strolls in, picking a leaf out of her hair. * Jaret raises his glass. "Lisl! Good evening!" <Lisl> 'Evening, Jaret. ::smiling and moving to the bar:: Michelle, 'kick, please? * Vallel reaches over and pulls off a lobster antenna <Zoya> Wswl! ::chews, swallows, and tries again:: Lisl! <Vallel> I'm quite sure I'm not supposed to eat this bit... <Glossaria> ::puts a hand to her mouth:: Oh...don't hurt it! * Vallel looks at Glossaria a bit puzzled * Michelle fills a mug with mulekick and sets in on the bar for Lisl. <Vallel> Um, I sort of plan to eat it, eventually... but I think it's already dead. <Glossaria> ::looks a little shame-faced:: I'm sorry...it...it kinda looks like a pet I had.... except that it's... blushing. * Zoya raises an eyebrow. "Pet, Glossaria? You didn't tell me you were keeping pets." <Lisl> ::grinning at Zoya:: If you can't talk with your mouth full, does that mean you can't turn me into a mug with your mouth full, either? * Alranis coughs. "Uh, miss?" He waves at Michelle. "If I could get a Weider's..." * Michelle blinks, "Oh, I'm sorry Alranis." Pours a mug of Weider's and sets it before Alranis. * Alranis nods his thanks, and takes a sip. <Lisl> ::glancing at the dark corner of the bar:: Alranis! Almost didn't see you over there. * Marten walks into the Hall, shaking off a light mist that formed over him. Over his shoulder, it has started to drizzle, and the clouds make the darkness complete outside. "Good evening, all." * Vallel puts the antennae down on the side of the plate. He grabs a claw and wiggles it... with a firm snap, he pops the claw off and peers inside the broken end. * Zoya looks up as Marten comes in and smiles. "Hello, there. Have some bread?" She gestures at the full platter next to her. * Marten looks at the bar, and notices Michelle behind it. He smiles, and pulls two silver pieces out of his belt pouch. "A glass of wine from the Dalelands, if you please. Something white, if you have it." <Glossaria> ::winces and turns away:: Oh, I'm sorry...I just...I can't watch. I....excuse me, please. ::Glossaria rushes for the ladies' room:: * Michelle pours Marten his wine and sets it on the bar. <Lisl> ::smiles and raises her mug in greeting before taking a sip:: Evening, Marten! <Marten> ::smiles at Zoya, and walks over to her seat. The closer he gets, the broader his grin spreads across his face:: Zoya. I would love some bread, thank you. ::looks at Michelle:: Some cheese too, if it's not too much trouble. Something sharp. * Michelle disappears into the kitchen. <Marten> ::raises a hand to Lisl:: Well met, Lisl. Having a good evening, I take it? ::he picks up his glass of wine, and smells it. He smiles, and takes a sip:: * Vallel frowns as Gloss flees the room, then turns back to his dinner (after all, he's a growing boy) <Lisl> Good enough. ::grinning:: I've been up to no good for most of the week. That's enough to put color in any girl's cheeks. <Marten> ::laughs slightly:: Up to no good? I'm surprised, Lisl. I can't imagine you doing anything out of sorts. ::he looks at Zoya, grinning, and takes her hand:: * Zoya watches Gloss go, glances at Vallel, then slides off her stool. "I'd better see if she's all right." She squeezes Marten's hand briefly before heading out. <Lisl> ::laughs out loud:: You don't know me very well, do you? * Vallel peers doubtfully into the claw then attempts to fish out the piece of meat inside <Marten> ::watches Zoya leave, and turns to Lisl:: Is everything alright? Did I show up at a bad time? ::he takes a piece of bread and eats it:: * Michelle returns from the kitchen with a cheese knife and a block of white cheese on a platter that she sets before Marten. "My personal favorite." <Marten> ::looks at the cheese oddly, and sniffs it:: Indeed. ::he looks somewhat impressed:: What is it, Michelle? <Lisl> ::shakes her head and takes another sip:: It's fine...I think Glossaria's just a little... off her feed. ::grinning faintly:: * Vallel breaks the claw open and plucks the small whitish meat from the shell. He pauses a long moment, then takes a very small bite <Michelle> Cheddar. It took a while to find a place that had really sharp cheddar. Most places seem to let it get sharp by letting it go bad. <Marten> ::absentmindedly slices some cheese, and eats it, nodding:: Off her feed? Whatever for? I thought Zoya was going to ask her... ::he gets quiet for a moment:: She and Zoya have had a chance to talk, haven't they? * Vallel looks over at Marten somewhat suspiciously... <Marten> ::nods approvingly at the choice of cheeses:: Well done, Michelle. A good choice. <Lisl> ::shrugs a shoulder:: You've been spending more time with them than I have. ::grinning:: <Marten> ::smiles widely:: Yes. I have, haven't I? ::he smiles for a bit longer, then shakes off his thought:: No matter, though. I'm sure they'll work it out. * Vallel looks down at his lobster. "work what out?" he mutters to it <Lisl> ::shaking her head:: I don't think it's anything serious. * Vallel absently eats the lobster meat. With another paranoid look at Marten, he begins making a serious meal of the bug. <Lisl> ::shoots a look over Marten's shoulder at Vallel, and nods:: What did you say to the kid? <Marten> ::looks at Vallel, concerned:: I understand your concern, Vallel. It's nothing to worry about, honest. If anything, it should brighten any foul mood. * Marten eats another bite of bread and cheese, chasing it with a sip of wine. * Lisl takes a swallow of 'kick. * Vallel attempts a reassuring smile at Marten, but fails... he shrugs and goes back to devouring dinner... <Marten> ::turns to look at Lisl, a curious smile on his face:: So Lisl. Did you have a chance to read any more of that book since we talked? * Jaret has another sip of wine. <Lisl> ::stealing a chunk of Marten's bread:: Yes, I did...I'm up to the section on making war like a maiden. ::chuckling:: * Zoya emerges from the bathroom, a broad smile on her face. She returns to her seat and picks up her bread again. <Marten> ::laughs, and offers the plate to Lisl:: Please, have all you want. <Marten> ::looks at Zoya:: Is everything alright? * Glossaria follows Zoya out, giving Vallel a huge smile. * Vallel goes to grab another piece of lobster and is astonished to discover he's eaten it all <Zoya> Everything's fine. She was a little upset by the... ::waves at the lobster:: Whatever that's called. <Lisl> ::wrinkling her nose at him:: Oh, it's no fun when you put it that way. But thank you. ::accepting another piece of bread and popping it in her mouth:: <Vallel> dinner ::mumbles with his mouth full:: <Michelle> lobster. Sorry about that Glossaria. It didn't occur to me. <Marten> ::smiles at Lisl, and turns back to Zoya:: By the seafood? <Zoya> ::nods:: Lobster. Yes. <Glossaria> ::Shaking her head:: It's alright Michelle, thank you for your concern. ::patting Vallel's shoulder:: I'm glad to see I didn't spoil your appetite. ::smiling:: <Vallel> At this rate, as hard as Mistress Tyl keeps me working, an angry orc would be hard pressed to spoil my appetite * Jaret mumbles quietly, "You've never seen orcish 'cuisine', then." <Marten> ::smirks:: Odd. Any reason it disturbed you Glossaria? <Lisl> ::grin widening:: Or eaten it.... <Glossaria> It...reminded me of someone I knew. But Mistress Zoya helped me put it into evolutionary perspective. <Marten> ::laughs:: Someone you knew? You /do/ keep odd company. * Alranis takes a sip of his beer. <Glossaria> ::laughing lightly, and snuggling against Vallel's arm:: Odder now than even I did. <Vallel> Gee, thanks... ::kisses Gloss on the top of the head:: Not that I haven't been called odd before. <Zoya> ::desperately trying to bring this discussion to a close:: Michelle, pour fresh drinks all around - there is a toast to be made! <Marten> ::smiles at Zoya, and picks up his glass:: You /did/ talk to her! Good! * Lisl empties her mug, passing it to Michelle for a refill. "What's the occasion, Zoya?" * Michelle pours fresh drinks for everyone including a glass of Arabellan Red for herself. * Zoya picks up her mug. "To the new apprentice-priestess of Erdian!" She lifts the mug in Glossaria's direction, grins, and drinks. <Marten> ::loudly:: Hear, hear! To Glossaria! * Jaret raises his goblet as well. "Congratulations!" * Vallel gasps, then raises his glass in Gloss's direction. "Congratulations..." * Alranis blinks a few times, grins, then raises his mug and rasps, "Congrats." * Michelle raises her glass. <Lisl> ::lifts her mug:: About time you got an apprentice, Zoya! Good work, Gloss! * Jaret finishes his glass. "I hate to drink and run, but I just remembered that I have something to pick up from the tailors. Good night!" ::he leaves the Hall: <Glossaria> ::starts to bury her face in Vallel's sleeve at all the attention, but looks up, blushing, and quietly thanks the room. * Zoya glances around at everyone, smiles, and drinks again. "Training will commence as soon as I've recovered from this coming week's ordeal." <Marten> ::looks at his glass, and mutters under his breath:: <Michelle> What ordeal would that be Zoya? <Zoya> ::glances at Marten:: What? <Marten> ::looks at Zoya:: It's dangerous, Zoya. I am understandably concerned. But, if you think this is the best course of action, then I will, of course, support you. <Lisl> Ordeal? ::lifts her eyebrow, shoots a glance at Marten, and opens her mouth for a comment, but thinks better of it and shakes her head ruefully:: Nevermind, I'm too happy with my current shape. <Zoya> ::sighs and looks at Michelle:: I can't divulge all the details, but the short version is... I'm going to attempt to graduate from my own apprenticeship. <Marten> ::turns to Lisl:: Your current shape, Lisl? * Michelle blinks at Zoya a few times. "There's definitely a story behind that, but I'll let sleeping dogs sleep." * Alranis whispers something to his mug. * Vallel suddenly slaps himself in the forehead. <Lisl> ::coughs and waves her hand at Marten:: Nevermind. * Glossaria puts down her wineglass and looks questioningly at Vallel. <Vallel> I almost forgot... ::reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small packet of parchment:: Mistress Tyl'll kill me if I forgot... ::hands the packet to Zoya:: <Marten> ::looks at Vallel:: Yes? <Zoya> ::shrugs:: Not much of one. My master died before he could release me from my apprenticeship. <Zoya> ::takes the packet from Vallel:: Thank you. Did she tell you what it was? <Vallel> Only that it was important for me not to forget... <Lisl> ::frowns:: What, you don't automatically graduate by surviving him? * Michelle gets a grimace on her face, "Actually, I can kind of understand that. A lot of apprenticeships require some formal presentation of the apprentice by the master to signify that the apprentice has actually learned the proper skills." <Marten> ::shakes his head toward Lisl:: Evidently not. There's some magical ritual involved. Honestly, considering the situation she'll be in, I could use your help. ::looks at Zoya, and puts an arm on her shoulder:: WE could use your help. <Lisl> ::giving Michelle a glance:: That's me, mage bodyguard. ::chuckling:: What would I need to do? * Michelle looks at Marten and Zoya, then shoots a glance at Lisl. <Marten> ::smiles weakly:: I don't know, Lisl. ::looks expectantly at Zoya:: <Zoya> ::puts her own arm around Marten:: The apprenticeship involves certain... bindings. They're powered by my own magical ability. Once I've... graduated, I'll be much more powerful. The spell must be cast in isolation. <Zoya> ::glances at Marten and Lisl:: I don't know what you can do to help, especially not while I'm working the spell. Once it's done, if everything goes well, I'll be drained - both physically and magically. I'll need some help caring for myself, and perhaps, yes, a bodyguard when I go out into the city. <Glossaria> ::looking up:: Could I be of any assistance, Mistress? * Michelle shakes her head and mutters about magical surge protectors. <Lisl> Actually...::musingly:: If you look weak and drained, that could be helpful....no offense. * Zoya nods absently as she reads the packet from Tyl, frowning. She mutters, "Damn," then looks up. "Vallel, please tell Tyl that I'll answer this as soon as I possibly can." <Marten> ::looks at Lisl:: What are you thinking, Lisl? We use Zoya as some sort of bait? <Marten> ::turns back to Zoya, looking concerned:: Anything I can help with? <Vallel> Of course... * Alranis takes a sip from his beer. <Zoya> ::to Gloss:: It's possible, Glossaria. You can start with researching strength-building herbals. I'll need to regain my strength quickly afterward. <Marten> Glossaria, how accomplished a spellspinner are you? <Lisl> Not...exactly. "When capable of fighting, make it appear that you are not." <Zoya> ::looks confused at Marten, then realizes he means the letter from Tyl:: This? No, I don't think so. <Michelle> I can help with that Glossaria. <Marten> ::nods to Zoya:: Okay. If there is something I can do, please let me know. You have enough on your plate now, without adding anything to it. <Glossaria> ::nods:: I've done some studies in that direction already...::blushing profusely as she gives Vallel a covert glance:: <Marten> ::to Lisl:: You have been reading. But, do you think their eyes are on us now? <Glossaria> My theory is excellent, Master Marten, and I've access to some spells that were thought... lost. But I have little practical experience. My... methods are not traditional. * Zoya smiles and nods. "If there's anything you can help with, I'll let you know." * Michelle looks between Marten and Lisl, "I think I need to read this book when you're done Lisl." * Zoya butters another slice of bread and starts eating, listening intently to the conversation. <Marten> ::to Gloss:: Good. I don't know what to expect, but any bit of assistance will help her. <Zoya> I'll be in the *Tower*, Marten. Erdian's stronghold. Nothing can harm me, short of a god - and even then, it would take immense effort. <Michelle> Okay, there's definitely something I'm missing out on here. Zoya has told us repeated now that she needs to do this ceremony in isolation. Yet Marten keeps going on as if the entire Hall needs to be there to protect Zoya from the ravaging hordes that are going to storm the Tower while she's performing the ceremony. What's going on? <Glossaria> ::smiling at Marten:: I'm never certain of what to expect either, but I'll help as I may. My magic was born from the Tower's magic, so I doubt it will cause any harm. <Marten> ::looks at Michelle:: I don't think we all need to be there, Michelle. I think, and I trust that Zoya knows everything will go as planned. But... I worry about her, and to what extent she pushes herself. And, I distrust magic. So. <Lisl> ::grinning at Michelle:: When I'm done with it, you're welcome to it. At this rate, I'll have it memorized. It's just a matter of seeing how applicable it is to *our* side.... <Zoya> ::smiles at Marten, somewhat amused:: If it will make you feel better, you can all camp on the floor of my bedroom and wait for me to come out of my workroom. <Marten> ::laughs:: That could take years, Lisl. There are brothers who have studied that one tome for their entire lives, and added merely ten pages of commentary, only to have that contradicted by their students a handful of years later. <Marten> ::smiles at Zoya:: It would help. I would rather be in your workroom, but I understand your insistence that I stay out. I still don't have to like it, though. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: And how often did those brothers set their noses outside the monastery, into a *real* battle? <Zoya> I didn't expect you to like it. But it's necessary. ::she smiles:: Bring something comfortable to sit on; you're going to have a long wait. <Marten> The scholars? Never. Most of the lifelong scholars fail to apply their knowledge. Too much of any extreme is a bad thing, and their quest for knowledge blinded them from that fact. <Glossaria> ::brightening:: You could teach me meditation techniques, Master Marten! I read they're very popular in Kara Tur. <Marten> Zoya, I doubt I'll be doing much sitting. Pacing, yes. Sitting? Not likely. <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow:: You're going to pace for the better part of two days? <Michelle> If you want Zoya I could put him to sleep. Save the carpet. <Marten> ::smiles:: Indeed. That, Glossaria, is an excellent idea. It'll keep us both occupied, and for Zoya's sake, I think that's the best thing for her. <Lisl> ::chuckling:: She's graduating, Marten, not bearing your child...::mumbling something to herself and grinning:: <Zoya> ::laughs at Michelle's suggestion:: <Zoya> ::glances at Lisl and says lightly:: If you think I didn't hear that, my friend, you are *sorely* mistaken. <Marten> ::smiles at Zoya:: For two days, two weeks... I will be nervous until this is over, dear. * Vallel mutters to his lobster shell "well, not *yet* at any rate...." * Alranis takes a sip of his beer. <Marten> ::smiles at Lisl:: You're losing your touch, Lisl. /I/ heard that. <Michelle> Hell, the half-wits down the street heard that one. <Lisl> ::flashing both of them a brilliant smile:: I should hope you heard it, or I *am* losing my touch. <Zoya> ::squeezes Marten's hand:: Whatever you think best, Marten. Pace the floor, teach Glossaria to meditate - which is a *wonderful* idea, by the way - or spar with Lisl. After two days, you'll have my permission to come in after me. <Marten> ::smiles:: Agreed. I will do my best to be patient. <Lisl> ::scratches her head with a frown, shakes it, and takes a sip of 'kick, shrugging:: <Marten> ::turns to Gloss:: Glossaria, have you had any experiences with meditation, outside of the occasional obscure text? * Michelle gets a contemplative look on her face. <Zoya> ::glances at Lisl:: It's funny you should mention that, actually. I rate the chances of dying in this ritual approximately half my chances of dying in childbed - for, interestingly enough, one of the same reasons. <Glossaria> ::shrugs a shoulder, and says simply:: I read. <Marten> ::starts to sip his wine, but stops, glass halfway to his mouth. He looks at Zoya:: What? <Lisl> ::looking up with a frown:: Dying? ::taking another swallow of 'kick:: So...*that* hard a ritual, hm? <Zoya> ::looks somewhat sheepish with the realization she forgot to mention this to Marten earlier:: Ah... Blood loss. ::takes a gulp of ale:: * Alranis takes a sip from his beer. <Lisl> Blood loss? From what? <Marten> Blood loss. Blood. May I ask... ::looks at Lisl, smiling:: Thank you, Lisl. From what? <Zoya> ::nods at Lisl:: The ritual itself isn't actually all that difficult. Draining, but only lethal in extremely rare circumstances. But before I can *cast* the ritual, I've got to... extract the bit of soul my master left in me, and summon his spirit from several worlds away. <Zoya> ::smiles weakly:: I don't *expect* the extraction to cause physical damage, but I've never tested it, either. <Marten> That involves blood? <Marten> Ah. ::nods:: What, then, would happen if someone were with you during that part of the ritual? <Glossaria> ::looking thoughtful:: There are a few anchors I've read about that may help you there, if we can acquire them in time. <Zoya> ::considers:: I don't think I could go into trance properly without being completely isolated, Marten. <Marten> ::frowns, and brings his hand down hard onto the bar:: I'm liking this ritual less and less, Zoya. <Glossaria> Could Master Marten's meditation techniques help you, perhaps? <Zoya> ::takes Marten's hand:: Marten, the danger is no more than it was when I first told you of it. You merely know where the danger may arise, now. <Marten> ::looks at Gloss, smiling:: I am impressed, Glossaria. Again, your application of knowledge is quite impressive. Zoya has chosen an excellent apprentice. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: I've been meditating for years, Glossaria. But this is very complicated, and I'll have to plant certain instructions in my subconscious in trance. <Marten> ::frowns:: Still, Zoya. You never mentioned death before now... <Zoya> I did, Marten! And the chance of that is so slim... ::she shrugs:: I swear to you, I would not do this if it were not necessary. <Glossaria> ::blushing at Marten's compliment, and looking at the floor:: I was her Librarian well before Mistress Zoya asked me to become an apprentice, Master Tenbones. <Marten> I know, Zoya. ::takes her hand, and squeezes it:: You are an adult, and wise beyond any credit I give you. I will try to stop worrying. <Lisl> ::snorts, and takes another swallow of 'kick.:: * Alranis takes a sip from his mug. * Zoya smiles and kisses Marten's fingers. "Liar. But I thank you." <Lisl> Zoya...::leaning forward:: How long should the ritual take, and how long will you be laid up afterwards? <Marten> ::smiles at Zoya:: I said I'd try. I didn't guarantee success, Zoya. <Zoya> ::looks from Marten to Lisl with obvious effort and collects herself:: Tonight at midnight, I will begin fasting. Tomorrow midnight, I will seal myself into my workroom. I should be done no more than thirty-six hours after that. So... Thursday mid-day. If I haven't come out by that midnight, I'll be too weak to move, and you can come in after me. After that... A few days to regain physical strength, perhaps as much as a week without being able to touch magic. <Lisl> ::covers her mouth with her hand for a short cough:: * Michelle shakes her head, "If I had more time I might be able to come up with a time lock spell for that door, but not this quickly." <Glossaria> ::shakes her head, speaking with odd confidence:: The Tower will protect Mistress Zoya. <Marten> ::shakes his head:: There's no need, Michelle. As much as my instincts tell me to do otherwise, I won't enter until it's time to help Zoya. <Zoya> ::smiles at Glossaria:: <Lisl> And if it comes to that, I'll be more than happy to restrain him. <Marten> ::looks at Gloss:: I'm sure it will, Glossaria. The Tower has a way about it, I'm discovering. <Michelle> Last call folks. * Alranis drains his mug, and rasps, "Doubt there's time for one more." * Zoya drains her ale. * Alranis ushers the mug towards Michelle, then heads for the door. <Marten> ::looks at his slightly-full glass, and drinks half of it before he puts it back down on the bar:: <Glossaria> ::repeating firmly:: The Tower won't allow any harm to come to Mistress Zoya. ::cocking her head:: Technically, I'm *part* of the Tower, you know. * Zoya waves at Al as he leaves. "Pray for me." She smiles oddly. <Glossaria> ::putting down her half-empty wineglass and patting its rump:: * Alranis cocks his head at Zoya. "I'm, ah, not very religious, but my thoughts are with you." He exits. <Lisl> Well, can't let good alcohol go to waste...::tipping her head back and draining her mug in several long swallows, her eyes bright yellow as she sets it down and licks her lips:: * Zoya mutters as Alranis leaves, then turns to Marten and smiles. "Walk home with me?" <Marten> ::stands, stretching his legs slightly:: Of course, dear. ::extends his arm, and takes her other hand, kissing it:: <Glossaria> ::gives an odd look at Alranis's retreating back, but shrugs and goes to retrieve her cloak:: <Lisl> ::shaking her head quickly, and prodding her mug in the direction of the kitchen:: Go along now, nothing left, I promise. * Zoya takes Marten's arm and leaves with him. <Marten> ::to Lisl:: Come to the Tower when you can, Lisl. I could use the company, if nothing else. <Marten> ::walks out the Hall, into the light rain:: * Lisl nods "As long as Zoya won't be jealous..." ::teasing grin:: <Lisl> Ah, well, I'd best be off too...::pausing at the window:: Brr...glad I did my hunting this afternoon. * Lisl shakes her head "I hope this works...well, goodnight, all." ::glancing at Gloss:: "Would you like an escort back, o priestess-in-training?" ::smiling:: * Glossaria blushing and swinging her cloak around her shoulder "Thank you, Mistress Lisl." * Lisl holding the door open for Gloss and ushering her out. * Michelle finishes shooing the mugs into the kitchen while taking the various trays and platters in. * Michelle wipes down the bar, dims the lights, and exits the Hall, locking the door behind her. |
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