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* Rhys walks in from the back room, unlocks the Hall door, and walks back behind the bar, whistling as he does so. "Hall's open!" * Marten knocks lightly on the door, and sticks his head in the door. "Is there anyone home?" <Rhys> Of course there is, Marten. Please, come in. <Rhys> And do leave the door open, it's a wonderful night. * Marten steps through the door, looking around and leaving the door open behind him. "I'm the first in tonight, it seems..." <Rhys> It seems like it. No worries, there will be more. Can I get you anything? * Marten smiles slightly. "Some wine, and perhaps a few rolls if you have some, Rhys." * Lisl strides in, bringing the scent of the deep woods with her. "Marten! Good to see you. I was worried you'd decided to leave us for more peaceful climes. ::smiling:: <Rhys> Of course, just a moment. ::pours Marten a glass of Sembian blush, leaves it on the counter for Marten, and wanders back to the kitchen:: I'll be right out, Lisl! * Zoya comes through the door, humming softly under her breath. The manacles on her wrists are fairly glowing with power, but she's not trailing orange footsteps any more. <Marten> ::looks at Lisl, and for half a moment, his gaze is blank. He then smiles, and laughs:: Not at all, Lisl. I was just... preoccupied elsewhere. * Marten picks up his wine and takes a sip. * Rhys comes out of the kitchen carrying a plate with six buttered rolls on it, which me places in front of Marten. "Now, what can I get everyone?" <Lisl> 'Evening, Zoya. Not a problem, Rhys. 'Kick, when you get around to it. * Rhys pours Lisl a mug of mulekick. "Here you are. Happy imbibing." <Lisl> Thanks. ::picking up the mug, taking a sip, and licking her lips:: <Zoya> ::smiles at Lisl:: Good evening, Lisl. ::she smiles almost shyly at Marten:: I see you've come back. <Zoya> ::to Rhys:: Cider, if you please. * Rhys pours Zoya a mug of cider. <Lisl> ::smiling at Zoya:: I see the...um...effects seem to be settling down a little. How are you feeling? * Marten looks at Zoya, and smiles. "Love, come sit with me. I've missed you, and your company warms the room." <Zoya> ::Smiles wider, and takes her mug to sit by Marten. She kisses his cheek as she sits, then turns to Lisl:: Oh, much better. I'm still surging most of the time when I cast spells, but at least I've stopped leaking the *rest* of the time! * Marten smiles widely as Zoya kisses him, and leans over to return the kiss to her cheek. "I'm glad to hear you're feeling better, Zoya." * Glossaria enters, chewing on the tip of her pencil as she idly scans through her notebook. <Zoya> ::laughs:: You missed all the fun, Marten. You, too, could have had glowing fuschia hair! <Rhys> Good evening, Glossaria. Can I get you anything to drink? <Marten> ::raises an eyebrow:: Glowing hair? I'm not sorry I missed *that*. <Lisl> ::holds up her hands to make a frame, and squints through it at Marten. No...shocking yellow would look much better on him. <Zoya> ::chuckles and takes a healthy drink of cider:: If I'd had any control over it, Lisl, I'd have gone back to purple. * Temire walks through the door dressed in her usual attire. * Marten laughs slightly, and takes a sip of wine. "Planning my wardrobe soon, won't you two?" <Rhys> Hello, Temire. Can I get you anything? * Temire makes it about half way to the bar, then notices Zoya's manacles and rushes over to her, "Zoya, what happened to you?" <Glossaria> Hm? ::looking up from her book, and around at her surroundings:: Oh, is it Monday already? Hm. Yes, please, Rhys, a glass of....::pulls a slim red volume from her sleeve and consults it::...a glass of cognac would be nice, I think. <Zoya> ::blinks at Temire's outburst, then holds up her hands to show the manacles aren't joined:: It's all right, Temire, nothing's wrong. <Temire> But, but... <Zoya> You could say I joined a magical order, Temire, of which the manacles are my badge of office. I'm fine. Really. * Rhys pours Glossaria a glass of cognac. "Here you are. It's meant to be sipped." <Glossaria> ::nods and accepts the glass:: Thank you, Master Rhys. * Temire cocks her head to one side, "What kind of order uses manacles to distinguish themselves? Unless...Are you charged with overthrowing slavery?!?" <Lisl> ::grinning at Temire:: You're just upset that you went away for adventure, and missed one back home, aren't you? <Zoya> ::shakes her head:: No. The manacles are... ::pauses, trying to think how to phrase this without reciting the entire history of the Order:: ...a symbol of the chains of responsibility we shoulder. * Temire looks at Lisl, "What? Anything that can chain her would have done a LOT worse to me." * Glossaria sips her cognac, and raises her eyebrows. "Oh! It's just like brandy! <Lisl> ::leans back on her stool and takes another swallow of 'kick. "Well, considering that she put them on herself...I guess that means you shouldn't get on Zoya's bad side. ::grinning:: <Zoya> By the way, Temire, whatever became of that problem you were having a while back, with slipping through the planes? Did it go away? Did you ever figure out what caused it? * Temire thinks for a moment, "I've heard of responsibilities as burdens, but I've always thought of them as packs that had to be carried...Though I suppose manacles are more practical. And they could be designed as bracers for any members of the order with skill in close quarters fighting." * Lisl cracks a smile at Temire's comment and glances at Zoya, but says nothing. * Zoya grins and holds up both arms. She frowns briefly in concentration, and the manacles sortof... melt into the shape of bracers. She holds it for a few minutes, then they change back into the manacles. "They're useful, yes." She grins at Lisl. <Temire> Reflective surfaces seem to be the biggest cause, though they don't always do it, and there've been a few times when I couldn't find any reflective surfaces that might have done it. Mistress Michelle and Yohko sensei taught me some meditation techniques that are helping me get back, but it still takes a long time. * Marten smiles and sips some wine. <Zoya> ::frowns thoughtfully:: Well, I'm glad you're learning to handle it on your own. <Lisl> ::frowning a little in concern:: Were there any...incidents during your little trip? * Temire completes her trip to the bar and hops on a stool. <Zoya> ::turns to Marten:: So did you get everything sorted out that you needed to? <Temire> Incidents? <Lisl> ::waves her hand between Zoya and Temire, indicating the conversation they just had:: With disappearing. <Marten> ::nods over the rim of his glass:: Mostly. There are still some loose ends I need to sort out, but things are much better, now. * Marten smiles wickedly. "Why? Did you miss me?" <Zoya> ::laughs:: Well, maybe a bit. ::winks at him as she takes a drink of cider:: <Lisl> ::snorts at Marten's question. <Temire> Thank goodness no. <Glossaria> ::a tiny frown appears between Gloss's eyebrows as she looks at Marten, and she scoots her stool a little closer to Zoya's before taking another sip. <Rhys> Temire, can I get you anything? <Zoya> It's too bad you were gone, though. Jaret and Michelle finally came back from Kara Tur. <Temire> Juice please. I've been in a strange mood recently. * Marten puts down his glass, and looks at Zoya. "Pardon?" <Rhys> Any kind of juice, Temire? <Zoya> I'm sure I mentioned this to you. Didn't I? Jaret and Michelle went to Kara Tur, looking for clues. * Temire thinks, "How about cranberry?" <Lisl> ::raps on the bar with her knuckles:: Hells. I was going to go see the pack with Jaret, and I completely forgot about it in the middle of everything....else. ::taking another swallow of kick:: I'll have to see him after, tonight. * Marten looks at Zoya. "No, I don't think you did. When did they leave?" * Rhys pours Temire a mug of a deep crimson juice. "Here you are." <Temire> Thank you Rhys, ::Temire sips her drink.:: <Zoya> Ah... A few weeks ago. About the time I was preparing for... ::grins:: Well, that explains why I forgot to mention it. * Glossaria sips her cognac, watching Marten's reaction. * Marten smiles at Zoya. "Did they find anything?" Marten follows the question with some more wine. <Glossaria> ::putting down her glass:: Michelle told me they never got as far as the monastery, is that right, Temire? <Zoya> Yes, but they were somewhat reluctant to share details or draw conclusions. Apparently Moon Dancer tangled with some sort of hugely powerful magic - they traced him to the middle of a huge swath of devastation. That's just about all they'd say. <Temire> It was a fortress of some kind, and we did explore it. It was pretty run down though. Looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. <Marten> ::nods:: I can understand why they'd be reluctant to share any information they found, if powerful magic was involved. * Glossaria edges a little closer to Zoya again as she pulls out her notebook and begins leafing through it idly again. <Zoya> ::turns to Temire:: You went with them? I didn't know that. <Marten> ::raises an eyebrow:: Oh? Tell me more about this fortress, then. <Temire> Yohko sensei thought it would be a good learning experience since we weren't expecting trouble and Mistress Michelle and Master Jaret would be there to protect me. <Zoya> Yes, why don't you tell us what you found, Temire? We're all very interested... * Lisl leans both arms back on the bar casually, but her eyes are watchful. <Temire> Well Michelle used these magic circles to get us to Kara-Tur...But it took us two nights to do it. <Glossaria> ::nodding:: It's a long, long way for a teleport or dimension door. <Temire> When we got there we hadn't actually arrived at the spot that Mistress Michelle wanted to look at. We saw this fortress on a hill though and thought it might be a good place to look for the place we were looking for from. <Lisl> ::nods, muttering:: Not bad, for driving directions from a big knife... * Jaret walks in through the door, doffing his plumed hat as he does so. "Good evening everyone!" <Temire> On the way there we passed a cemetery. That must be why you thought we went to a monastery, Glossaria. <Temire> Jaret! * Zoya turns to the door. "Jaret! Good evening!" <Lisl> ::raising both eyebrows:: Jaret! What brings you so late? <Marten> ::looks at Jaret, and smiles:: Well met, Jaret. I hear you had a slight journey. <Glossaria> ::sitting up:: A cemetery? Michelle didn't mention that.... ::flips back a page or two, pulls her pencil out from behind her ear, and jots a few notes:: <Jaret> I've been busy, Lisl. All sorts of matters about town call to me, and demand my attention. ::grins unabashedly:: <Lisl> ::grinning herself:: What, business before pleasure? you? <Temire> Jaret, everyone's been asking me about our trip to Kara-Tur and I'm sure you can do a much better job of describing it than I can. <Lisl> Then again... what was her name? <Glossaria> ::glancing from Temire to Jaret and back:: You're doing just fine, Temire! <Temire> Oh no. I'm sure Jaret can do a much better job. <Lisl> ::smiling at Gloss's discomfiture:: Master Malkier is an excellent storyteller, but we've been seeking the bare facts, and you've done well with them so far, Temire. * Jaret looks around (shooting an arched grin at Lisl), and quietly shakes his head. "I don't want to jump to any conclusions, and I don't wish to provoke any false assumptions either. When I'm certain of what happened, I'll share my beliefs with the group. I believe it would be wise for you to do the same, Temire." <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: Such a close-mouthed group. I think you're right, Zoya, it'll be our turn to head east, next. <Zoya> But surely there are more basic facts you can share with us, Jaret... <Jaret> I don't know, what has Temire already said? * Glossaria sighs and puts her notebook away again. <Zoya> ::grins at Jaret:: Well, why don't you start at the beginning, yourself. That way, we'll be sure nothing was missed. <Marten> ::smiles, and sips some wine:: Yes, Jaret. Please do. <Glossaria> She told us of the two day's journey it took to reach Kara-Tur, and had gotten to sighting a fortress on a hill. * Marten takes Zoya's hand, and looks expectantly at Jaret. <Jaret> As I said last week, we went to Kara-Tur, found a scene of absolute desolation. We found an old abandoned fortress that was, as the name hints at, old and abandoned. More than that delves into the uncertain realm of speculation. ::looks at Marten and Zoya's handclasp with interest:: <Marten> ::smiles:: Please, speculate away. I'm curious to hear your take on things in Kara-Tur. <Glossaria> ::glances from Jaret to Zoya and Marten and back to Jaret and flips open her notebook again, quietly tearing off the corner of a seemingly blank page and rolling into a ball to hide in her hand. <Jaret> No. Right now, I do not know what to believe about certain things that we saw, and rather than send people off on wild-goose chases, or cause people to come to incorrect conclusions, I choose to wait, and think on what I have seen. I hope that Temire does so, as well. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: Why should we go off on a wild-goose chase, when you all have apparently done it for us? ::sounding a tad frustrated:: <Marten> ::frowns:: Surely, Jaret, you can share some harmless speculation on life on Kara-Tur? <Zoya> ::snorts:: This entire affair has been one long wild goose chase. <Jaret> Exactly, Lisl. <Lisl> ::shakes her head and sits up to take a long swallow of 'kick:: I think you're letting this spy business take over your better judgement, M'lord Malkier. * Temire sips her juice. <Jaret> Life in Kara-Tur? The area we were in was fairly isolated, and we saw no one else save ourselves. So, unfortunately, I don't have enough to base an opinion on. <Marten> ::again, he frowns:: Hmm. Well, that's unfortunate. No contact with anyone? <Jaret> I... I am sorry you feel that way, Lisl. I had thought that, perhaps, not rushing into things would be a sign of possible maturation on my part ::wan smile:: <Lisl> ::putting a hand over her eyes and snorting a chuckle:: Of all the times to act like a grown-up.... <Jaret> No, Marten. No contact with anyone. Why, do you remember something about this fortress? <Glossaria> ::looking from Zoya to Temire and Jaret to Marten, and taking a deep breath:: What about the odd language you...picked up, m'lord Malkier? Perhaps Master Tenbones would recognize it, and could decipher it for you. * Jaret picks at his sword belts and resettles them back into place, as if they're resting in a slightly uncomfortable position. <Jaret> I didn't "pick up" any language, Glossaria. * Zoya raises her eyebrows and looks from Gloss to Jaret. "Language?" <Marten> ::looks expectantly at Jaret:: You picked up a language while you were there, Jaret? Without seeing anyone? <Jaret> Glossaria is mistaken, Marten. I didn't learn any new languages while I was in Kara-Tur. * Bronwyn finds that her travels have brought her back here. Curiosity got the better of her, of course, and too many questions were left unanswered for the half-elven bard, so she slips in quietly, satchel over her shoulder, and waits to learn a few more tales... Or partial tales, at least. <Glossaria> ::raising her eyebrows, looking affronted:: Michelle asked me about it. I am never mistaken about my *own* memory, Master Jaret. ::emphasizing own memory:: * Rhys raises a hand to the newcomer. "Welcome! I am Rhys, and I'm serving tonight. Can I get you anything?" <Marten> ::looks at the newcomer, and smiles:: <Lisl> ::raises a casual hand in greeting to Bronwyn:: Bring your dulcimer again, m'lady? * Zoya smiles and nods to Bronwyn. <Marten> ::turns at the mention of the dulcimer:: Musician? Here to try to outdo S'ayad'i, are you? <Bronwyn> ::smiles at Lisl:: I'm never without it. ::tilts her head toward Rhys:: Ale, if you would? <Lisl> ::sits up straight, staring at Marten:: How do you know S'ay? * Rhys pours Bronwyn a mug of ale. <Zoya> ::looks at Marten thoughtfully:: <Bronwyn> ::chuckles at Marten:: I don't know this S'ayad'i, but I've yet to walk away from a challenge... <Marten> ::looks at Lisl, and then at the questioning look from Zoya:: Another one of his memories, do you think? * Temire gestures to Rhys that she'd appreciate it if he could top her drink off with something stronger. * Rhys tops off Temire's mug with some clear liquid from the taps. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: There's no other way you could know her, I don't think. <Marten> ::looks at Bronwyn, and smiles:: If memory serves, I've never met her equal. But, my memories seem to be in question recently, so... <Bronwyn> ::finds a seat and perks up slightly:: What's all this about memories? <Zoya> From Lisl's reaction, I'd assume so. I don't know this person... ::cocks her head to one side:: What do *you* know about it? <Marten> ::shrugs:: I just remember the name, and a wonderful voice. When I heard Lisl mention a dulcimer, it was the first thought that came to my mind. <Glossaria> ::sighs and lets her notebook sag to her lap again, picking up her glass for another sip:: <Lisl> S'ayad'i was an extremely talented elven bard who frequented the Hall about...oh, 7 or 8 years ago, I'd suppose. ::scratching her head:: I imagine Captain Felis would know where to find her, these days...::grinning a little:: <Zoya> ::frowns slightly:: You seem to pick up more and more of his memories all the time. Did it increase while you were... away? <Marten> ::frowns:: I don't know, love. Sometimes, the memories are crystal clear. Other times, I can see the alleyway more clearly from here. * Jaret rests against the bar. "A goblet of Arabellan Red, please, Rhys." * Rhys pours Jaret a glass of the wine. "Here you are." <Zoya> ::sighs:: I *really* wish I knew what happened to you... ::glances at Jaret, then shrugs and takes a swig of cider:: <Marten> ::looks at Bronwyn, apologetically:: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you, milady. You asked a question? <Glossaria> And there have been things that you've remembered one moment, and forgotten the next. ::with the look of someone determined to make a point:: Like that language. Perhaps M'lord Jaret is having the same difficulty? * Bronwyn looks up from tuning her instrument... she's damn good at the 'no really, I'm not eavesdropping' bit. With a smile, "Oh... I was just curious at all the talk of memories being bandied about. I gather you have... occasional difficulties?" * Zoya laughs at Bronwyn's comment. "You could say that, I suppose." <Marten> ::nods:: Occasional difficulties is putting it mildly. Everyone here says I'm someone I'm not... but I seem to have some of his memories in my head. ::shrugs:: I can't explain it any better? Can you, Zoya? <Jaret> I had a fever, Glossaria. Michelle and Temire say I spoke during it, but I don't remember any of that. When I awoke, I knew nothing of what I supposedly said. <Marten> ::laughs:: That does sound familiar, Jaret. <Glossaria> Interesting...::turning to Temire attentively:: Perhaps you remember some of it then, Temire? <Zoya> Hmm. Let's see if I can sum this up, Bronwyn. The owner of this establishment is a gentleman by the name of Moon Dancer. He went traveling some months ago, and we didn't hear anything from him for a long time. When he returned, ::she gestures at Marten:: he didn't remember being Moon Dancer. * Temire takes a deep drink from her mug then shrugs, "It sounded like gibberish to me. If anyone understood it it would be Mistress Michelle." <Lisl> ::taking another sip of 'kick:: Marten's a dead ringer for Moon Dancer...except for...certain things. But he remembered none of us...although he remembers things only 'Dancer could know at the most curious times. <Zoya> ::nods to Lisl's comments:: And yet, he knows things that 'Dancer could *never* have learned in only the few months he was gone. <Glossaria> ::sighing again:: As well I ask Yb.... <Lisl> ::nodding agreement with Zoya:: * Temire glares at Glossaria, "Are you saying that Mistress Michelle is the same as that lunatic Yb?!" <Marten> ::looks at Temire closely:: Yb? <Zoya> ::smiles at Bronwyn:: We've been trying to track down the center of this mystery for *months* now. <Glossaria> ::blinking, and regarding Temire's anger calmly:: Not at all. I merely intimated that it's as difficult to get a coherent story from her as from Mistress Yb. At least, in this instance, certainly. <Zoya> ::grins at Marten and pats his hand reassuringly:: There, there. Yb's not here. I'll protect you. <Marten> ::looks at Zoya, and laughs:: A little tense, I guess. Sorry. * Jaret sips some wine. <Lisl> ::dryly:: With good reason. ::a small furrow of a frown between her eyes:: <Bronwyn> *Really*. ::eyes Marten with increased curiosity:: That's interesting. How long ago was this? <Zoya> It's been a couple of months, at least... <Marten> Over the past months, though... Marsember just seems like home. It feels right, somehow. ::he grasps Zoya's hand tightly, and looks into her eyes, smiling:: * Lisl takes a sip of 'kick, swirling it around in her mouth (to the disgust of anyone who knows what it tastes like). * Jaret blandly keeps an eye on Marten, Zoya, and their shadow, Glossaria. * Zoya smiles back at Marten. "I'm glad to hear that." She grins, with a great deal of schmaltz. "Your room awaits..." <Marten> ::raises an eyebrow:: Does it, now? Are you offering.... ? <Lisl> ::coughs, covering a smile:: Up to full health already are you, Zoya? <Bronwyn> ::keeps an eye on everyone keeping an eye on everyone else -- she's good at that:: <Zoya> ::Zoya mutters something under her breath, a few blue-and-white flowers rain from the ceiling, and Lisl feels a distinct pinch in her left calf. Turning to Marten, she smiles slyly:: Offering? How should I know what to offer? What would you accept? <Lisl> ::taking another sip, hiding a grin as her calf twitches:: You call that subtle? * Marten looks at Zoya and blushes. "I... I didn't know..." He looks at his glass of wine, and takes a long sip. <Zoya> ::laughs at Lisl:: Subtle? What does *subtle* have to do with anything? * Temire sips her drink. <Lisl> ::chuckles:: Not much, obviously. ::giving Jaret an amused glance:: * Bronwyn just chuckles and shakes her head, "Subtlety's only for the uncertain," she winks. * Jaret ignores Lisl and has another sip of his wine. <Zoya> ::grins at Marten, then chuckles:: All I meant, really, was that your room in the Tower is still there for you - if, after your decisions and ponderings, you still want it. * Temire blinks, "But Mistress Michelle told me that subtleties were what distinguished the ordinary from the magnificent." * Lisl laughs out loud, relaxing back against the bar again. "Rhys, a glass of Sembian brandy, please? <Rhys> Of course, Lisl. ::pours her a snifter of the golden brandy:: Here you are. <Glossaria> ::looking back and forth at the speakers in the room, muttering:: I could write a florilegia on this... <Bronwyn> ::glances at Temire and grins:: Well now.. that depends on the situation. Now... if I happen to see a lad who catches my eye... I could be subtle about it, but... where's the percentage there, if he misses my hints? <Marten> ::composes himself, then looks up at Zoya:: If you'd like, milady, I could escort you home early this evening. * Temire looks around the room, then blushes furiously and starts examining her feet. <Bronwyn> ::gives a shrug and sits back:: Now, if I were trying to attend court somewhere, that'd be a different story altogether. ::pause:: But I still don't know if I'd call /that/ magnificent. <Lisl> Many thanks. ::patting her empty mug on its bottom, and picking up the snifter to swirl its contents around in the glass:: Why rush off so soon, Marten? We haven't heard what you were up to these past weeks, either. With three world travelers, certainly we can get *some* story out of it. <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow at Marten:: Was there a hurry? ::she glances at Lisl:: By all means, tell us what you've been up to... <Lisl> ::grins at Zoya and takes a sip of brandy:: <Marten> ::smiles:: If you'd rather listen to me talk, then I can talk, Zoya. ::he winks:: If you change your mind... * Temire has a big drink from her mug. <Marten> What have I been up to? I took a trip to Suzail, and followed some leads I had on the brotherhood. * Zoya chuckles wickedly, low in her throat. "We'll talk about more than talk later..." <Lisl> ::coughs on her brandy:: <Glossaria> ::perks up:: Leads? * Zoya takes a drink of cider. "Really? Did you find anything?" <Marten> ::nods:: Nothing concrete. Rumors and hints, mostly, of things that might have been something. They all led nowhere, of course. ::he shrugs:: I didn't find anything, other than some lovely gifts for someone. <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: What sort of rumors? <Marten> ::shakes his head:: Nothing concrete. Stories of people disappearing, people mentioning plots against the King... things that sounded like something I'd expect from them. <Zoya> That sort of thing happens over here, too, Marten. Not quite as well organized, but it *does* happen. <Glossaria> ::frowning:: Plots against Azoun? But all the accounts call him a well-beloved king... <Zoya> ::moans:: Glossaria, *please* tell me your reading hasn't left you quite *that* naive... <Marten> ::nods:: And the accounts are true. But, you hear a misplaced comment, and it leads to discontent and rumors. All unfounded, naturally. <Zoya> ::nods:: Even the best-beloved kings have enemies. <Glossaria> ::still frowning:: Well, I understand the political pressure that would require a chronicler to write something of an apologia for the current regime...but my sense has been that he *is* truly well-liked. He's emplaced numerous reforms.... <Zoya> *Every* politician has enemies, Glossaria. You cannot judge in someone's favor without also judging against someone else. No matter how fair the rulings, there will be those who are dissatisfied. * Temire sips her drink. <Glossaria> ::nodding slowly:: I can see that. So... in a certain sense, an amount of unrest against the king is a positive sign, depending on the source of the unrest? <Zoya> Hmm. In a certain way, perhaps, Glossaria. I can see we'll need to start getting you some more actual experience with these things. There really are some things for which books can't do justice. <Glossaria> ::blushing to the roots of her hair:: Well, I've been gaining experience in *other* areas of social development, Mistress.... <Bronwyn> ::coughs:: Ah yes. So where is your friend this evening? <Zoya> Yes, I know you have. So I'm sure you can understand how real experience broadens your horizons. * Temire has a big drink from her mug. <Rhys> Very well, last call everyone. <Glossaria> ::putting a fist to her mouth and coughing demurely:: Yes, Mistress. * Jaret finishes his goblet of wine. <Glossaria> Oh, he's...umm....recovering. * Marten sips some more wine, emptying his glass. <Bronwyn> ::arches an eyebrow:: Recovering. You must learn fast then. <Lisl> ::arching an eyebrow:: I don't think I want to know...::looking up:: What, so soon? * Zoya knocks back the rest of her cider and pats the mug as she sends it down the bar. <Rhys> Yes, Lisl, so soon. Can I top that off for you? <Glossaria> ::looking at Bronwyn through lowered lashes:: I have a lot of learning to make up for. <Lisl> ::swirling her brandy in her glass:: No, I think this'll do, Rhys, thanks. ::taking another long swallow:: <Bronwyn> ::laughs delightedly:: So I gather. Well... good luck on your education then. * Temire glances around the room again, then finishes her drink while blushing again. <Glossaria> Thank you, Mistress....::pauses:: I'm sorry, I don't think I ever heard your name, Mistress. ::dipping her head:: I'm Glossaria, the Tower Librarian. <Lisl> ::quirks one side of her mouth up in a smile as she observes Temire's discomfort:: * Zoya eyes Temire, but decides it would be a bad idea to say anything. <Bronwyn> Yes, you were a bit distracted last time I was here. ::grin:: Bronwyn. Nice to 'formally' meet you. ::finishes her ale with a long drink:: I think I could get to like it here. * Rhys scoops up Zoya's mug and ushers it into the kitchen. <Glossaria> ::smiling:: Good meeting you, Mistress Bronwyn. * Zoya stands and stretches, then turns to Marten, grinning. "Now then, my dear, wasn't there something else we were going to discuss?" <Lisl> ::grins:: It grows on you. * Jaret sends his goblet back towards the kitchen and gets up to leave. <Bronwyn> ::wrinkles her nose:: Just Bronwyn, please. * Temire glances around the room and then back to her feet. <Glossaria> ::smiles and nods:: My apologies. My etiquette is a little...old-fashioned. <Glossaria> ::finishes off the contents of her snifter and stands:: <Glossaria> I'd best be getting back to the Library, regardless. * Marten stands, and places his glass on the bar. He twists slightly, and his back pops in several places. He smiles, and offers a hand to Zoya. "Coming, milady?" * Zoya takes Marten's hand. "Most certainly." <Glossaria> Good night, all. * Jaret walks to the door. "Good night everyone. Be careful." <Lisl> Oh, Jaret! ::raising a hand:: <Jaret> Yes, Lisl? <Marten> ::grins:: Excellent. I think we have some things to discuss, and I have a thing or two for you, back at the Tower. * Temire looks up. <Lisl> Before you go...::draining her glass and putting it on the bar as she stands and walks over to have a word in Jaret's ear:: * Jaret looks at Glossaria, and nods his head slightly towards Marten and Zoya. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Well, then, milord, let us be on our way. <Marten> Indeed. ::he walks to the door, and opens it:: Good night, all. I'm sure I'll answer your questions next time we meet. I just seem to have... more important things to do tonight. <Glossaria> ::raises her eyebrows at Jaret, meeting his look, before turning to follow Zoya out.:: <Marten> ::nods to Bronwyn:: Well met, milady... * Zoya laughs as she leaves. * Jaret confers quietly with Lisl for a moment. * Marten follows Zoya out into the night, putting an arm around her waist as he leaves. Marten has left the channel * Temire blushes again. * Lisl nods to Jaret, and claps him on the back. <Jaret> ...and I hope that won't be too long. ::he turns back to the room:: Good night, Temire! * Jaret leaves the Hall. <Temire> Goodnight Jaret. <Lisl> 'Night, Jaret! Temire...let me walk you home. ::with a predatory smile:: * Temire sighs and slouches back onto her stool. <Rhys> Would you like to stay here tonight, Temire? <Temire> Sure Lisl. ::Temire picks herself up and starts shambling towards the door, watching the floor and completely missing Lisl's look.:: <Rhys> Very well. Good night Temire, good night Lisl. <Lisl> ::follows after Temire, catching up with her at the door and putting a friendly arm over her shoulders. * Rhys locks the door behind the two ladies, and cleans up after the evening's festivities. |
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