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* Rhys walks in from the back room, unlocks the door, and returns behind the bar. "Hall's open." * Tyl walks in, carrying a very small sack tightly in both hands. <Tyl> Evening Rhys... <Rhys> Evening, Tyl. Can I get you the usual? And what's in the bag? If it's a cat, be sure not to let it out! <Tyl> ::carefully sets the bag down on the bar. It clinks softly:: Nothing so feline, Rhys. This is Michelle and Temire's paycheck. * Zoya enters, dressed in leather and homespun clothes coated lightly with clinging sawdust. "A cider, if you would, Rhys - the colder the better!" <Rhys> Paycheck? They work for you, now? <Tyl> Not really... They just helped out with a small problem that Bluestar asked me to look into * Rhys pours Zoya a mug of cider, giving the tap an odd twist as he does so. The outside of the mug quickly covers over in condensation, and the mug shivers as Rhys hands it to Zoya. "Here you are, hope it suits." <Rhys> Ah. I see. I take it by the heft of the bag They were satisfactory? <Tyl> things went... well. ::grins:: * Zoya takes the mug from Rhys and sighs happily. "Oh, this should do very well, Rhys. Thank you." She presses the mug to her forehead for a moment before drinking. * Yohko walks in the door and walks over to a stool at the bar. <Rhys> Yohko, well met. Can I get you anything from the bar? <Yohko> Got any warm sake? * Tyl looks over at Yohko. <Tyl> I got your pay here... you and Temire and Michelle... ::pats the bag:: Not that Michelle and you... well, you know... * Yohko shrugs, "I can't heal myself the way Michelle can and spells hurt a lot worse than sword wounds." <Rhys> Yes. One moment. ::Rhys rummages about under the bar, and pulls out an immaculately clean small bowl-shaped cup. He draws a thin stream of clear liquid out of one of the taps and sets it in front of Yohko.:: I hope this is acceptable. * Zoya nods a greeting to Yohko as she sips more cider. <Rhys> So, Zoya, what are you building that has sawdust all over your priestly accouterments? <Zoya> ::looks down at her clothes:: These are my working clothes! I've been doing some repairs to my ship. <Rhys> Ah. Are They going well? <Tyl> ::pushes the small, heavy bag across the bar at Yohko:: <Tyl> Minus BlueStar's percentage, of course <Zoya> ::smiles:: Reasonably. Though it's blasted warm out there! * Yohko pockets the bag without opening it, then raises her cup to Tyl before knocking it's contents back. <Zoya> ::takes another drink:: <Tyl> ::gives Yohko a long, odd look, then shakes her head:: You know she's not a thief... doesn't even count it <Rhys> Tyl? Can I get you anything? <Tyl> Oh sure... rum would be lovely... * Yohko shrugs, "Some of the places I've lived it was considered rude to count payment in public. Besides, where I learned most of my skills short changing someone meant you were trying to kill them. * Rhys prepares Tyl some rum on the rocks, and sets it in front of her. <Yohko> Or wanted them to kill you. <Tyl> ::grin:: Nah... in my particular society, it's only considered prudent... we... er... They have bad habits sometimes <Tyl> Anyway, you're really a wizard with the blade. I was quite impressed. <Yohko> Thank you. I have to admit, I've been interested in see how psionics meshed with melee combat. I've always wondered how similar my own abilities and psionics were. * Yohko shrugs, "Occasionally it seems as if they're the same thing, one approached from a physical emphasis, the other from an intellectual emphasis. <Zoya> And what were your conclusions, Yohko? ::grins:: <Tyl> ::laughs, putting her hands to her lower back:: trust me, it's just as tiring to do things with your mind as it is to do them with your back. On the other hand, I haven't had a sword workout in a while. It felt good to use a blade again. <Yohko> I need to perform a more in depth study. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: What, no preliminary thoughts? <Yohko> Rhys, I don't suppose you can get me a bottle of this sake? <Yohko> Just the same ones I've always had. ::narrows her eyes at Tyl.:: I suspect someone may have been holding back in order to let her apprentices practice. <Rhys> I... I think I can. Let me putter around a bit. ::wanders into the kitchen:: <Tyl> Well, of course.... <Tyl> It's nice for them, to be able to use their skills and yet know there's someone else around to pull their butts out of the fire, if need be. Certainly better than trying something new on the battlefield with no one but a drunken halfling who was in dis-favor with his goddess to back you up. ::sighs:: Not that I don't miss Codex sometimes... * Yohko chuckles, "I was doing the same, for the same reasons, but Zoya would have been offended to know that we were deliberately falsifying experimental evidence. * Rhys comes out of the kitchen, carrying a clear, corked, empty glass bottle. He carefully places the cork against the spout the sake came out of , and slowly pulls the tap. The bottle slowly begins to fill with sake, coming from no apparent location. When the bottle is mostly full, Rhys releases the tap, and places the bottle on the bar in front of Yohko. "Here you are." * Glossaria enters, a little breathless, muttering something under her breath about a moving door... <Rhys> Glossaria! Good evening! Can I get you anything from the bar? * Zoya turns as Rhys greets Gloss. "Oh, good evening, Glossaria!" <Yohko> Thank you Rhys. ::Yohko beams at Rhys.:: All I need now is a hot spring and this recovery won't be a problem at all. <Glossaria> Yes, please, Master Rhys, just a glass of meade for now. ::turning:: Good evening, Mistress Zo-- good heavens! Did the door play peek-a-boo with you into the cellars? * Yohko pockets the bottle. Like the bag before it the bottle in no way alters the fit of Yohko's clothes. * Rhys pours Glossaria a mug of the house meade. "Here you are." <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrows:: Door? What door? <Tyl> Sorry about that... I was hoping I could get to him before he got some shots off at you... <Glossaria> The front door. Perhaps it was after you left.... the Tower was in a playful mood, and with you out and the gnomes off to collect supplies for their...ummm...thing, I suppose it only had me to play with. * Yohko shrugs, "We chose that plan for the best possible reasons. I wouldn't have volunteered if I wasn't willing to take a few hits. And unlike everyone else who was there, I had an out if my injuries became too severe. * Yohko pushes her cup back towards Rhys, "Could I get a refill please." <Zoya> Hmm. Well, I left fairly early this morning, of course. I'll have to give it a stern talking-to when we get home. <Tyl> Ah well... ::slaps herself on the forehead:: That reminds me... your trophy's in that bag. I thought you might want it. <Glossaria> Shots? Hits? ::looking from Tyl to Yohko with each question:: Have you been in a war? * Yohko quirks an eyebrow, the pulls the bag back out and looks inside. * Rhys refills Yohko's bowl-cup with more warm sake and sets it in front of her. <Tyl> ::grins:: sort of. Battle at any rate. <Glossaria> ::looking back at Zoya quickly:: No, it's alright Mistress, really. Like I said, I think it was just lonely. It must be difficult to be sentient and never be able to *go* anywhere. <Yohko> One of Tyl's associates was having bandit problems. We decided our apprentices could use the practice. Unfortunately one of them had a magic staff. <Tyl> ::looks over at Gloss:: Go? The tower used to go wherever it wanted, if I remember correctly... <Glossaria> ::frowning a little:: Why is Mistress Yohko drinking from a bowl? <Zoya> ::snorts:: The Tower *goes* wherever it wants to. Unless you're telling me the door has acquired its own individual sentience? * Yohko grins wickedly at Tyl, then closes the bag and puts it away again. <Glossaria> Used to. But it's settled, since it has Master again. <Yohko> Thank you. I'll have to add it to the collection. ::Yohko raises her cup to Tyl:: <Glossaria> Weeeeelllll....::drawing out the word thoughtfully:: I wouldn't say that, exactly. But it certainly has a sense of humor. ::rubbing her backside a little ruefully:: <Tyl> ::tips her glass in Yohko's direction:: Vallel wanted it, but I think he's destructive enough without magic missiles to help him <Rhys> ::to Glossaria:: It's the shape of the cup sake is traditionally served in. <Zoya> It does still move once in a while, though. Though usually only when I'm home. ::she considers and sighs:: I guess I'll have a new neighborhood to look forward to tomorrow, if it's getting restless. * Yohko looks at her cup. "I'm not sure why They chose this shape. Or why you use a REAL bowl when you're drinking the stuff cold." <Glossaria> ::looking interested:: Sake? Might I have a small cup of it? Is it strong? * Yohko chuckles at Tyl's comment, "Agreed. He needs to learn to control his own powers before he starts acquiring magic items. Otherwise he'll grow dependent on the items and never improve himself. <Zoya> ::grins at Yohko:: Perhaps because it take more, cold, to warm you up? <Rhys> It's rice wine, but the alcoholic content is closer to vodka. ::pours Glossaria a bowl-cup:: And it's warm, just so you're expecting it. <Tyl> ::nods:: Aside from that, until that head wound heals, he's all out of juice anyway. I don't want him handling a magic staff when he can't walk across the room by himself yet <Glossaria> Hmmm...a grain alcohol, then...::putting her meade aside for a moment and picking up the bowl-cup carefully, sniffing and making a face as the alcohol fumes go straight up her nose:: Ooh! <Rhys> Who's head wound? Vallel get himself in trouble? <Tyl> ::shrugs:: Concussion. Just before things ended, he got himself bopped on the head by a sword hilt. <Tyl> It bled heavily for a while, made Charoli absolutely hysterical, and his eyes still can't focus, but he'll be fine. <Rhys> Lucky for him it was the hilt. Fortunately, it sounds like he'll recover, if it's just a concussion, as long he doesn't hit himself on the head again soon. <Glossaria> Concussion? Head wound? ::putting down her cup untasted and sloshing the contents a little in her haste:: What happened to Vallel? Where did you take him??? <Yohko> Probably lucky for him that he did. I'm not sure if Temire would have been nice enough to use the pommel, or to hit him in the head for that matter. <Zoya> ::nods:: Should be fine, if that's it. How bad was it? <Rhys> Still... head wounds have been known to have odd effects on psionics. I'd keep a close eye on him for the next month or so. <Tyl> Not too bad. We had to keep him awake for a while, but he's recovering. ::to Glossaria:: He's resting at Nacheyla's place right now. <Yohko> He'll be fine. Won't even have a scar. <Tyl> ::nods:: I will. Which is why, despite Nacheyla getting pretty upset, I won't let him see a cleric for it. There's too much risk of him getting burned out permanently from magical brain healing <Glossaria> But...but...I thought you were going to be *chaperoning* him! Weren't you protecting him from more than that silly girl? <Yohko> Which silly girl? Charoli, Temire, the waitress at the inn, the farmer's daughter... <Tyl> ::frowns:: I was protecting him. He didn't get shot by any arrows, none of them slit his throat. He just closed on a mounted fighter when he shouldn't have and he got struck on the head. Next time, he'll stay out of range of mounted men when he's on foot. * Yohko winks at Tyl. <Zoya> ::eyes Yohko, then laughs soundlessly into her cider:: <Tyl> ::gives Yohko a sly smile:: * Yohko thinks, "Maybe that will be the next thing I'll teach Temire. How to deal with mounted opponents while on foot." <Glossaria> Temire? Temire was hitting on him TOO? Oooh, I can't leave him alone for a SECOND! And he wants to get MARRIED?? <Yohko> I'm not sure I'd say that Temire was hitting on him. More like he's been taking lessons from Jaret. A few more months and he might actually start to be successful at it. <Tyl> He's a good looking, polite young human male. That's rare enough to make most people stop and take a second look... <Glossaria> ::stomping a little as she paces up and down in a tight circle:: He should-- he should-- he should just go back to that SHEEP FARM! <Tyl> ::rolls her eyes:: yes, yes... Jaret Jaret Jaret... I swear he thinks the sun rises over that man's head or something <Zoya> Glossaria... Why are you so upset? You didn't give him any kind of commitment, did you? <Glossaria> Ooooh....MEN! ::flouncing huffily onto her stool again, picking up her sake cup, and draining the contents in one gulp:: * Yohko sips her sake. <Tyl> ::blinks a few times, then turns to Zoya:: I'm totally missing something here, right? * Glossaria wheezes breathlessly for a moment. "Gods above...how does Mistress Lisl DO it? <Yohko> Do what? <Zoya> ::giggles and has a long draught of cider:: * Yohko blinks at Tyl, "You mean Vallel didn't tell you that he was proposing to Glossaria?" <Glossaria> No, I didn't, thank all the gods! But he WANTED me to, and then he goes and behaves like a-- like a gigolo? ::looks around for another glass of alcohol, picks up her meade, and has a long swallow:: <Tyl> ::sits down hard:: Um... no. <Zoya> ::smiles at Glossaria:: Actually, Glossaria, I don't think They said *anything* about Vallel flirting with these girls. I got the impression that *They* were flirting with *him*, maybe. ::smiles at Yohko:: Yes? * Yohko shakes her head, "The school I was trained in, that was grounds for dismissal. Given that dismissal usually carried a swift execution not too many people tried it." <Glossaria> ::glowering:: They just said he seemed to be taking lessons from Master Jaret...and *he* flirts *all* the time! <Tyl> What was grounds for dismissal? Getting married? <Zoya> ::laughs:: But Jaret doesn't actually *mean* it most of the time. * Yohko smiles at Glossaria, "I was pulling your leg. You're far too serious about this whole relationship." <Glossaria> Well-- but-- does Vallel know that? <Yohko> Getting married without your master's approval. * Yohko sips her sake. <Glossaria> ::pouting at Yohko:: How can I not be serious? He asked me to MARRY him! ::taking another long swallow of meade:: <Zoya> ::to Yohko:: She *does* have a point there. Did you give *him* some helpful leg-pulling, too? <Yohko> Yes, but that doesn't mean you should be moping around about it for weeks. And how can you marry him when you have so little faith in him anyway? <Glossaria> ::studying her cup:: Maybe you're right, Mistress Yohko, maybe I need some more perspective. After all, I'm working off a very small sample....::thinks:: Maybe I should sleep around. * Tyl takes a sip of her rum. * Zoya coughs into her cider. A lot. * Tyl blinks again <Yohko> ::To Zoya:: No I didn't pull Vallel's leg. Glossaria just gave me an opening I couldn't resist. <Zoya> ::glances at Tyl:: Ah.. Are you all right, Tyl? <Glossaria> ::seriously:: I don't *know* how I can marry him...that's my point. He surprised me, and then he went away, and I've had little else to think about... <Yohko> ::To Gloss:: If you want. Felice and Deanna would approve whole heartedly. Michelle would be disappointed. I don't much care. <Tyl> ::reaches into her pocket and takes a small black bag from her vest pocket, sprinkles some white powder into her remaining rum, then takes a sip:: I'm fine, Zoya... just... surprised, really * Yohko narrows her eyes at Tyl. * Rhys shrugs. "If you don't think you're ready, simply tell him you don't think you're ready to commit to marriage yet." <Glossaria> ::frowning in puzzlement:: Why would Michelle be-- ::brow clearing as she blinks a couple of times:: Ah... the social mores that say a woman who sleeps around before marriage is a tramp. <Zoya> ::eyes the bag with a raise eyebrow, but says nothing about it:: Just checking. You seemed pretty stunned. <Yohko> Correct. <Tyl> Well, I knew They were... ::waves a hand absently at Glossaria:: you know. But I didn't think They were that serious about it. <Zoya> I'm not sure that's *quite* accurate. I think Michelle's mores depend more on two people sleeping with each other because They love each other, rather than merely for the experience. It's not *quite* the same. <Glossaria> ::muttering into her glass:: I didn't either.... <Zoya> ::grins at Tyl:: It was quite a surprise to us all. <Tyl> Then again, it makes perfect sense... he was moping for the last few weeks and wouldn't tell me what was wrong. I thought he was upset about Dallen... <Glossaria> Dallen? <Yohko> Zoya's assessment is more accurate. <Tyl> His friend at the psi school. Dallen's... well, I had to release him. His mind just isn't strong enough to support the strain of using psionic abilities. <Zoya> ::nods to Yohko:: Thank you. * Yohko gets a worried expression, "Is this someone who came to learn psionics, or a wild talent like Vallel? <Glossaria> So he's sad over the loss of his schoolmate? <Tyl> I thought that was it... he hardly talked the whole time we were out in the field. Just mutilated some flowers for a while and sulked. He even refused seconds for dinner * Yohko shakers her head and sips her sake muttering about finally understanding why libraries are organized the way They are. <Glossaria> Ooh...::frowning and taking another swallow of meade, hiccuping a little:: That IS serious. <Glossaria> ::darts a suspicious look at Yohko:: <Tyl> ::to Yohko:: He came to learn without having any signs of the talent. Sometimes the ability can be stimulated. I think there's a little bit of potential in everyone. But... trying too hard when you're just not strong enough... it can lead to insanity, a loss of intelligence... it's not a good thing. I don't want to see that again. Not in my students * Yohko looks relieved, "Thank you Tyl. I wanted to believe you wouldn't do something as reckless as let a wild psionic loose. But the possibility was too dangerous to not ask?" <Glossaria> ::perking up a little, holding up a finger, and then shaking her head and pulling out her little notebook instead, jotting a few cryptic lines in it:: <Tyl> ::shakes her had:: No... he doesn't have the ability... <Tyl> Or at least, he risks killing himself to use it. I impressed that on him rather firmly <Rhys> Last call, everyone? * Yohko finishes her cup and pushes it towards Rhys, "One more." <Tyl> ::looks into her glass:: No, I think I've had enough for the night. ::she reaches into a pocket and pulls out a largish silver coin:: * Rhys refills Yohko's sake. * Glossaria mutters to herself, scribbling in her notebook. Suddenly, she sighs softly, drops her head onto the notebook, and begins to snore. * Zoya raises an eyebrow and examines her apprentice. She chuckles, "Ah. A little too much sake, I think." She grins at Yohko. * Yohko blinks at Gloss, "I've never seen anyone fall asleep that suddenly without the benefit of magic." * Rhys looks at Glossaria, and then to Zoya. "Zoya, would you like to put Glossaria in a room here tonight, or would you rather take her home?" * Rhys takes Tyl's coin and drops it into the coinbox. <Zoya> ::smiles:: I'll take her home. ::to Yohko:: Well, she was probably pretty tired when she came in anyway. * Yohko knocks back her drink, then leaves a coin on the bar, "Thank you Rhys." <Tyl> ::stands:: Anyway, good night. I'm going to check on Vallel and then get about ninety hours of sleep * Zoya mutters a few words and an unseen force lifts the unconscious Glossaria from her stool. * Yohko heads towards the door, "Mind if I walk with you part way?" <Tyl> Sure... <Zoya> ::picks up Glossaria's notebook and tosses a coin to Rhys.:: Good night, friends! * Rhys scoops the various coins into the lockbox. "Well met and good evening, everyone." * Tyl leaves the Hall * Zoya heads out the door, Glossaria floating behind. * Rhys locks the door behind the last of the patrons, and turns to the rest of the Hall, a twinkle in his eye. "Women." * Rhys goes back to the kitchen to clean up. |
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