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* Nacheyla walks downstairs, lighting the lamps. <Nacheyla> Hall's Open * Nacheyla plops down on the stool behind the bar and pours herself an amber ale * Temire enters the Hall and heads for the bar. She's dressed in her usual nondescript pants and shirt, with the rapier Jaret gave her belted to her hip. <Temire> Good evening Nacheyla. Any word from the others? <Nacheyla> Good evening Temire... May I get you a drink? <Nacheyla> And no, I haven't heard from them recently. Rhys said they had a bad battle against a giant glass spider or something, but that everyone was okay the last he could see * Caludicate wanders down the stairs, hair hiding his face as per usual....and sits at a corner chair at the bar. <Nacheyla> Good evening, sir. May I get you a mulekick? * Nacheyla takes a swig of her ale <Caludicate> That should suffice, please... * Glossaria enters somewhat timidly. Her spiky lime-green hair is (somewhat) neatly brushed, her tan dress is clean and neat, her shoes are buffed, and she carries a large, red, heart-shaped box and a bouquet of flowers so large she can barely see over the top of them. * Nacheyla pours a stone mug of mulekick and sets it gently on the bartop. * Temire thinks a moment and then sighs, "Just juice Nacheyla. I WANT a drink. Very badly in fact. But I don't think I want to hear the lecture Mistress Michelle would give me if she found out I was drinking at a time like this. And I KNOW I don't want to experience the talking to Yohko-Sensei would give me if Meghan got hurt while I was drinking at a time like this." * Nacheyla pours Temire a glass of apple juice <Temire> Thanks Nacheyla. ::Temire sips her juice.:: * Glossaria peers around the room, raising both eyebrows at the collection of unfamiliar people, and moves to the bar. "Um...Mistress Nacheyla...Vallel isn't here tonight, is he? * Nacheyla smiles at Glossaria <Nacheyla> No, he's at home, trying to reach Mistress Tyl or Master Bluestar psionically. Listening, at any rate. * Caludicate looks at Temire from behind his long locks and mumbles something about being able to control the alcohol you drink and not letting it control you..... * Nacheyla gives Caludicate a dark look * Jaret walks in, removing his plumed hat as he does so. He's dressed in a fine silver and black combination, and has his rapier at its usual place by his side. He strolls up to the bar. "Good evening, Lady duRosten. A goblet of the Arabellan Red, if you please." <Nacheyla> Good evening Lord Malkier... ::pours him a glass of red wine:: You've been gone a while... <Glossaria> Oh. ::looking crestfallen:: I've missed out on a lot, haven't I? ::looking around:: It looks like almost *everybody* is away...or wait-- did they go through that portal with my Mistress? <Jaret> I've been out and about, with scant time to drop in. Hopefully, I'll have some more free time now that I'm back in town." * Temire glances at Caludicate for a moment then comes to a decision and returns to her drink, or to turn around with a smile on her face at seeing Jaret's entrance. <Nacheyla> Mostly everyone headed out. Zoya, Bluestar, Jelarthna, Lisl, and Michelle <Temire> Good evening Master Jaret. How have you faired since last I gazed upon you? <Caludicate> ::to Nacheyla:: don't mean that in a bad way.....just all about control....never mind....you would not understand....::goes back to his kick:: <Nacheyla> ::gives him a long look:: She's only sixteen. I think she can be forgiven for not drinking like a dwarf... and it's wise for her to know her own limits, wouldn't you agree? ::very softly:: * Jaret turns to Temire, a grin on his face. "I have faired well, yong Temire, but certainly not as well as you. I understand you've been fulfilling some extra responsibilities that you've been given very well." <Glossaria> ::nodding:: I still see some familiar faces. ::nodding and smiling to Jaret and Temire:: But there are some I don't know, too. Who's...::tilting her head to the side to indicate Caludicate:: <Caludicate> Well...she looks older than 16..... * Meghan walks quickly into the hall sliding to a stop behind Jaret * Jaret turns around, hearing the steps stop behind him. "Good evening, fair lady. I am Jaret Malkier, and I don't think we've... yes, we have, although it was a while ago. How has the City of Spices been treating you?" * Meghan is wearing a dark green dress with a royal blue sash <Glossaria> ::shaking her head with a small smile, muttering to herself:: He never changes, does he? * Temire blushes at Jaret's compliment and then notices Meghan's entrance. "Oh, Master Jaret, have you met Meghan. She's staying with Mistress Michelle, and Yohko-Sensei, and I." Rushes over to Meghan and brings her over to meet Jaret. * Meghan looks dazed at Jaret and then nods smile as she sees Temire <Nacheyla> ::leans over to Gloss:: Can I get you something? * Meghan holds her hand out to Jaret <Meghan> Very nice to meet you * Jaret takes the hand and gently touches it to his lips. "Welcome to Marsember." <Glossaria> Um...::looks in confusion at the bundle of flowers in her arms:: A bucket of water for these, perhaps...and...hmm...a...::thinks, and smiles after a moment:: Why don't you pick? Not something *too* strong or spicy, though. ::glancing down the bar again, and leaning forward:: He's not drinking...MULEKICK...is he? * Meghan smiles at Jaret her eyes sparkling a slight blush appears on her cheeks * Nacheyla gets out a vase and then pours Glossaria a small glass of pale brown liquid. <Nacheyla> Apricot Brandy... * Temire gets a sour expression and returns to the bar. * Caludicate finishes his drink and places the mug gently on the bar top....then pulls back the hair from his face to actually get a clear glimpse of the patrons of the bar this night.....revealing his very pale featured face. * Meghan glances oddly at Temire and follows her to the bar <Glossaria> Oh! ::smiles as she plunks the armful of flowers into the vase, puts the red box on the counter, and picks up the glass for a sniff:: Another liqueur from the Prunus genus...it's amazing how different they all taste! cherries and peaches and apricots and plums and pluots and sloes... * Caludicate chuckles at Glossaria under his breath and smiles at Glossaria... * Jaret has some of his wine. * Meghan slips onto a barstool * Glossaria catches Caludicate's smile and returns it, lifting her glass in a brief toast before bringing it to her lips and tasting. "Ooohhhh...." She licks her lips. "You know... I bet this would be good with citrus juice." * Meghan glances around the bar a bit to see who's here <Caludicate> I would toast, but my mug appears empty ::glances over to Nacheyla:: <Nacheyla> I have some, if you'd like. Who are all the pretties for? <Caludicate> Could I get another please? <Meghan> Hey Nacheyla could I get some red wine please <Meghan> also nice to see you again ::smiles:: * Temire sips her juice. <Caludicate> ::to Temire:: That is a fine weapon by your side there young one....may I take a look at it? * Nacheyla pours Caludicate another Mulekick * Temire glances at Caludicate, clearly weighing things in her mind. <Caludicate> Just a look tis all I ask.... * Meghan watches Temire out of the corner of her eye <Glossaria> ::biting her lip and blushing a little:: Vallel. I...umm...wasn't quite sure what to do. All the dating books expound on what a man is supposed to do to apologize to a woman, but... ::shrugs, looking a little embarrassed:: Apparently, the woman's never supposed to apologize. ::sighing:: I just haven't been able to do *anything* right with this dating business. <Nacheyla> ::smiles sadly:: Well, your chivalrists would say that a woman seldom does anything for which she needs to apologize <Caludicate> ::to Nacheyla:: thank you.....the Kick is especially good today.... <Nacheyla> You're most welcome. <Nacheyla> Oh, that reminds me. It might be a bit noisy tonight. I have to have a few things fixed in the kitchen <Caludicate> I agree...a good woman need never apologize.....a bad one on the other hand is a far different story.... <Glossaria> ::turning to look at Caludicate again for a moment, eyebrows raised:: <Glossaria> And how would you define the difference between a good woman and a bad one, sir? * Meghan pulls a book out of the pocket of her dress and flips through it. Stops to read a few pages then places it back in her pocket <Caludicate> ::I know better than to get into that discussion M'lady:: and smiles at Glossaria. * Meghan drums her fingers on the bartop lost in thought <Glossaria> M'lord Jaret! ::turning and smiling brightly:: YOU would know, if anyone would! What's the proper form for a woman who wants to apologize to a man? <Glossaria> ::blinking at Caludicate:: What's wrong with that discussion? ::blinking:: It's semantics, not religion, sex, or politics. * Temire draws the sword from it's scabbard, the blade flashing in the light. Temire hands the polished conch shell hilt to Caludicate. <Jaret> For a woman? To apologize to a man? Well... ::struggles with certain chivalric notions for a while:: I suppose it would have to do with whatever was being apologized for. * Meghan stands and walks away from the bar a bit and then slowly around the hall looking more dazed with each step <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: Gee, Jaret, and Lisl said you were getting better... <Nacheyla> ::to Meghan:: I'm sorry... can I get you a drink? <Jaret> ::looking over, and talking steps closer to her:: Meghan, are you all right? * Temire gets up and hurriedly walks over to Meghan and whispers something to her. * Meghan looks up at Jaret and nods weakly * Jaret slips a slight grin to Nacheyla. "I'm *always* getting better. I'm surprised Lady Ferinsdottir knew that, though..." * Temire wraps an arm around Meghan, "Would some fresh air help?" <Temire> Caludicate reaches out to grasp the hilt and takes it from Temire....observing the weapon with utmost interest....::to Glossaria:: Well...as I said...a good Woman has nothing to apologize for... * Meghan leans heavily on Temire and tries to stay upright * Jaret moves over to Meghan and Temire, gently taking one of Meghan's elbows. "Meghan, would you like to sit down?" <Glossaria> ::looks at Jaret, not quite meeting his eyes:: Well...what if... the man proposed marriage to the woman a little over a month ago, the woman told him she'd think about it, and she avoided him completely thereafter? Even when he got injured? <Meghan> ::whispers:: outside <Glossaria> ::turning to Caludicate:: Which is rather unhelpful, sir, unless you define precisely the difference-- or at least the minimum requirements-- for a "good" woman versus a "bad" woman. * Temire starts to lead Meghan outside. * Jaret looks at Temire, nods his head toward the door, and begins to walk Meghan in that direction. <Caludicate> ::to Glossaria:: I would not consider her a bad woman at all.....perhaps a scared one at best...but not bad.. * Meghan passes out a foot before the door * Caludicate glances at the fallen girl at the doorway...and raises his eyebrow slightly... <Glossaria> ::looking towards the door with some alarm:: She's done research at the Tower Library... ::moving closer:: Mistress? ::waving her hand before her face, and then gently holding her hand beneath her nostrils, feeling for breath:: <Temire> Damn. We'd best get her home. Could you help me carry her there Master Jaret. I'm afraid I'm not strong enough on my own. * Jaret carries Meghan outside the doorway, and leans her head towards Temire. "Temire, check and make sure she's breathing all right." <Glossaria> ::looking at Temire:; Has she been ill? Pregnant? Has she been eating properly? <Nacheyla> She can stay upstairs, if you'd rather not carry her that far... I have some gnomes coming in to fix the stove later this evening, but it shouldn't be too noisy <Temire> Mistress Michelle said she was allergic to something but didn't have time to identify what. * Meghan begins to mumble very softly "Magic....no no magic" * Meghan begins to tremble slightly <Glossaria> Allergic? ::leaning closer to Meghan, trying to hear her:: Allergic to magic, perhaps? ::frowning:: Here, that could be *very* serious.... * Jaret listens to Meghan carefully, and then carefully sets her down against the wall. "Temire, get your sword from that nice man and then come here. I need you to carry some things for me." <Nacheyla> Gods preserve us. * Temire runs over to the bar to retrieve her sword. * Caludicate passes the Hilt back to Temire with a smile.... * Temire sheaths the sword and rushes back over to Jaret and Meghan. <Glossaria> ::shakes her head:: If it's magic she's allergic to, she'd best not stay at the Hall. ::looking up:: Nacheyla, do you know if there is any ammoniac spirits with the cleaning supplies? * Jaret hands Temire his gloves, rapier (in its scabbard, on the belt) and a ring. "Here. If she's allergic to magic... well, best to play it safe." <Nacheyla> ::nods:: yeah, just a minute :: wanders into the kitchen:: * Temire takes the items and nods. <Meghan> ::softly:: magic ::begins to have a hard time breathing:: no magic * Nacheyla comes back with a white rag, slightly damp <Glossaria> ::shakes her head:: I won't touch her, M'lord Jaret. But.... ::frowns:: Wave the rag under her nose, please. Careful not to give her too strong a whiff. * Glossaria pulls her every-present leather notebook from her pocket, flipping through it rapidly, and scanning down a page with her finger. "Aha...here." * Glossaria rips the page from the book, rolls it into a small ball, and pops it into her mouth, chewing rapidly. * Caludicate stares at Glossaria in astonishment..... * Glossaria looks at Nacheyla again. "Is there a full spice rack in the kitchen? May I use it? I may be able to give her an herbal remedy to allay her symptoms, so they can get her home." <Nacheyla> ::gestures towards the kitchen:: Have at. Watch the stove. It's being temperamental * Glossaria nods and gets up, storming towards the kitchen purposefully. * Jaret takes the rag Glossaria left behind and waves it in around, but not too close to, Meghan's nose. * Caludicate shakes his head a little and wonders where the heck he stumbled into when he walked into this place... * Meghan takes a deep breath and her eyes pop open and she reaches out grasping Jaret's clothes pulling herself close to him. She takes a few deep breaths blinking slowly <Glossaria> ::loud banging noises emanate from the kitchen, as of cookware being thrown. There's a brief scream, a shout, and then silence:: * Jaret supports Meghan. "There. Just breathe." * Caludicate tries to peer into the kitchen to see what that was.. * Glossaria 's voice floats out from the kitchen door. "Stay out! I've got him subdued...for now." * Meghan looks up at Jaret realizing how close she is she quickly lets go of his clothes and falls back against the wall * Jaret winces as Meghan bounces herself off the wall, and reaches out a steadying hand. "Are you feeling a little better?" * Meghan nods as she tries to stand * Caludicate sits back down on his stool and glances a stunned look at Nacheyla. <Meghan> I think so * Nacheyla looks at the kitchen, rather worriedly <Jaret> Well, just stand here, for a bit. Glossaria's got an herbal tonic of some sorts she's... ::looks at the kitchen:: ...whipping up that she thinks will help. * Glossaria returns from the kitchen, carrying a cup of steaming something and handing it carefully to Jaret. "Here...have her drink this. I can't come too close, I have magic residue on my clothes. Damn stove." <Nacheyla> Sorry... * Meghan nods and stands taking a few wobbling steps <Nacheyla> The repair crew will be here later this evening <Glossaria> Not your fault. Just tell the gnomes that the release word is "tabasco." ::grinning a little:: <Caludicate> That's one jumpy kitchen you have there, Nacheyla...::grins:: * Jaret takes the cup from Glossaria carefully, wipes off the sides with his hands, and holds it out to Meghan. "Here. Drink it in sips. Most herbal remedies taste like gutter water." * Meghan nods taking the cup from him and sipping it slowly <Glossaria> ::nodding towards the cup:: It's an antihistamine. It should suppress your reaction to the allergen for a few hours. And it tastes like mint, thank you." * Glossaria sticks her tongue out at Jaret. <Nacheyla> What'd you do to the stove? <Caludicate> I think I would prefer gutter water to most of those old remedies...::laughs at Jaret:: * Jaret bows to Glossaria. "I apologize for underestimating your skills as an herbalist." <Glossaria> ::smiling a little devilishly:: Demonic binding. Didn't expect that little exchange I had with Xarroch to come in handy quite so soon. <Meghan> ::smiles a bit:: Thank you both ::to Jaret and Gloss and then turns to Jaret:: I apologize ::gestures to his very wrinkled shirt:: <Nacheyla> Oh, have you seen him recently? * Jaret looks down at the shirt and shrugs. "It doesn't matter." <Glossaria> ::smiling at Jaret:: Not my skills. ::tapping the pocket that holds her notebook:: In this case, Mistress Lisl's aunt, the one who passed to Evermeet a few months gone. Apparently, she was a most accomplished herbalist. * Meghan finishes the drink and takes a few strong steps taking a deep breath <Glossaria> Not recently...this was when Master Jelarthna was injured. ::pauses, and corrects herself:: The most *recent* time he was injured. <Nacheyla> Ah... shame. I sort of miss him. He was a good hunting companion <Caludicate> ::to Glossaria:: a good herbalist is hard to find these days....I should speak with her about a few things...what is her name? <Glossaria> He's a very interesting...umm...person. It's not often I meet a celebrity. ::smiling:: <Glossaria> Her name in these lands *was* Madali. I don't know what it would be now...she's passed on to Evermeet. She's not among mortals anymore. * Meghan holds the empty cup out to Jaret * Caludicate nods to Glossaria * Jaret takes the cup and walks it over to Glossaria. "Here, and thank you again." <Meghan> I probably should not go back in. That's the second time that's happened to me in there <Temire> You were saying something about magic. Did you figure out what it is that you're allergic to? * Meghan nods to Temire <Glossaria> ::smiles:: My pleasure. I enjoy putting things I've read to practical use. ::for some unaccountable reason, she blushes furiously at this:: * Jaret squints in confusion. "I... I don't remember the Hall ever affecting anyone like that before." <Glossaria> ::looking sad:: Lord Erdian. <Meghan> I think I am allergic to magic. I could see it that time. Like some kind of a darkness filling me up * Temire shakes her head, "The way Mistress Michelle explained it to me during one of my lessons. People who are allergic to something react to that thing as if it were a poison. The severity of the allergy determines the severity of the poison." * Meghan nods <Meghan> I wanted to talk to Zoya about the possibility of it being that. * Caludicate returns to his drink. <Jaret> If you're allergic to magic... ::shudders:: talk to Zoya from a distance. * Meghan nods to Jaret <Glossaria> See it? ::frowning in thought:: That almost sounds like a specific spell, rather than a general allergy... and yet, you responded to the medication. Hm. <Temire> I'll be sure to have us run in the other direction if we stumble across Yb. <Caludicate> And you might stand a bit back from me while your at it, M'Lady....I carry a few things that might be contributing to your reaction. <Meghan> I'm not even sure where it would be safe for me to stay anymore <Glossaria> ::raises an eyebrow and turns to study Cal for a moment:: <Temire> I don't think Mistress Michelle put any wards on the new house, but I honestly don't have any way of being certain. <Meghan> I definitely can't go back to the Tower. I'm not sure about Michelle's ::nodding to Temire:: <Glossaria> I as well...I'm...well, my magic is sort of what I *am*. ::scratching her nose pensively:: Perhaps you're not allergic to all forms of magic, but it would be safer to expose you to as few as possible until we determine which. ::studies the floor, murmuring something about patch tests:: <Nacheyla> ::smiles:: She can stay at my place. There isn't much magic there. ::frowns at the small yellow star which always encircles her head:: Or at least, much less than other places <Glossaria> I wonder... maybe an anti-magic shell would help? I mean, it's a spell, but it's an anti-spell spell.... * Temire shoots a glare at Nacheyla. <Glossaria> ::looks questioningly at Nach:: <Jaret> I think... ::stops and considers:: yes, if I took that lamp out... I think my guest quarters don't have any magical effects cast upon them, aside from a lamp that I... found, in a foreign city. * Nacheyla points at the star <Nacheyla> Aside from him, there's nothing magical at my house. All of our shields are psionic <Nacheyla> And Vallel can look after her. There's nothing magical about him. <Glossaria> ::looks intrigued:: A lamp, M'lord Jaret? What kind of lamp? * Temire defers the question to Meghan. * Meghan glances between everyone and looks to Temire "What do you think?" <Glossaria> ::smiling a little:: I don't know about *that*, Mistress Nacheyla...but probably nothing she'd be allergic to. <Jaret> It's a crystalline globe, in a sculpted metal stand that looks like a rising column of water. Running your hand across the globe causes it to light up, or to douse itself. * Temire glances between Jaret and Nacheyla, "Who's closer?" * Caludicate returns to his drink once again to ponder all the "bad" women he has encountered in his day...and why there are so few good ones he seems to never run into. <Jaret> I'm out past the city walls. * Nacheyla glances at Caludicate briefly <Glossaria> Interesting...where did you find it? Is it an elven artifact? Have you had it dated? ::visibly clamps down on her curiosity:: I'm sorry. ::looking at Meghan:: If we could discuss it later, perhaps? <Nacheyla> I'm inside the city, down Cottonbale Lane <Meghan> I think it is probably safer to stay where there is no magic so as not to chance it <Meghan> ::shrugs:: just my best guess * Jaret gestures to Nacheyla. "In that case, Lady duRosten's abode sounds safest. Perhaps you can come over some other evening... for dinner." * Temire sighs, "Given the possibility of stumbling across some magical source, Nacheyla's is probably the better bet." * Meghan nods * Nacheyla turns to her yellow star. <Meghan> Ok then * Glossaria hides a smile at Jaret's offer. * Temire frowns at Jaret's offer. <Nacheyla> Come here, you. Let's hide in the pocket so the nice woman won't fall down anymore. ::opens her vest pocket and the star zooms into it:: * Meghan smiles at Jaret "I'll be sure to take you up on that" glances quickly at Temire "and bring Temire with me" * Jaret smiles. "I'll look forward to it." * Temire smiles faintly at Meghan. * Meghan nods and slips her arm through Temire's and hugs her close "I think it si time to go then. I am suddenly feeling very tired <Nacheyla> ::there is a banging at the kitchen service entrance:: Excuse me... the gnomes are here. I'll be right back <Glossaria> ::looks from Temire to Meghan to Jaret, and frowns slightly, a pensive look on her face:: There's a bit more of the tea in the kitchen...Mistress Nacheyla, if you could bring it out when you come back out? <Nacheyla> ::calls out:: Sure... <Temire> Um... ::Temire holds one arm straight out with Jaret's belonging clenched in her hand.:: If you're going to lean on me I think Master Jaret should take these back. * Meghan steps back quickly nodding <Jaret> Of course, Temire. ::walks over and retrieves his things from Temire:: Thank you for holding on to these for me. <Temire> You're welcome Master Jaret. * Nacheyla comes back in the Hall holding another cup of tea. <Glossaria> The antihistamine *should* block your symptoms for the next...::glances out the window at the moon:: three hours or so. Enough to let you get to sleep, at least. * Meghan nods <Meghan> Thank you for everything Glossaria * Jaret puts his swordbelt back on, and then his ring and gloves. <Nacheyla> Well, I hate to throw everyone out, but it'd probably be safer that way. Go on upstairs Master Caludicate. Just shut your door and ignore the noises and you should be fine. The gnomes will lock up when they go <Glossaria> You're very welcome, Meghan. The least I could do. <Caludicate> Very well....thank you for the hospitality M'Lady...... <Glossaria> ::glancing at Nacheyla:: The release charm worked alright, on the stove? I hope it's not *too* mad.... <Nacheyla> ::smiles:: You're welcome... * Meghan reaches out to Jaret's hand and presses it to her lips as he did to hers earlier. "Thanks for everything" softly * Temire gets on Meghan's right side so she can draw her sword if she needs to and waits for Nacheyla. * Caludicate places a bag of coins on the bar top and retires upstairs. <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: It's steaming, actually. But they'll fix it <Glossaria> ::watches Temire narrowly for a moment:: * Nacheyla scoops the coins into the lock box and watches Caludicate as he goes upstairs. * Temire quirks an eyebrow at Meghan. The gesture has obviously been copied from Michelle. * Jaret looks somewhat surprised at Meghan. "You are most welcome, dear lady." * Meghan smiles and nods <Glossaria> Good. The spell shouldn't have done any lasting harm to it. ::smiles:: M'lord Jaret? You're in town for a few days then, at least? May I call on you sometime tomorrow? <Nacheyla> Alright children... let's go. <Jaret> If you would like, Glossaria. <Nacheyla> ::offers Meghan her arm:: Not as good as my nephew's perhaps, but I can help you down the road, at least <Glossaria> ::nods:: thank you. I'll bring my books! ::blushing a little:: Well...not TOO many books. ::trotting over to the bar to collect her box and flowers once more:: Good evening, everyone. * Meghan smiles and nods Vallel's image floats quickly through her mind <Glossaria> ::moving to the door, and pausing:: Mistress Nacheyla? Could you... I mean, would you tell Vallel I asked after him, please? ::blushing deeply:: * Temire glances at Meghan speculatively. <Nacheyla> I will... ::long look:: It might be better if you stop by to see him. <Glossaria> I... I will. ::glancing at Meghan:: But not tonight, I think. It's late. <Nacheyla> ::nods:: <Meghan> Goodnight all <Jaret> Good night. <Glossaria> Good night. Sleep well, Meghan. * Meghan walks off with Temire and Nacheyla * Glossaria slips out the door. <Nacheyla> ::looks after Gloss as she leaves:: Somehow, I suspect my nephew's in for a good case of broken hearted... ::sighs:: Well, come along, dear. * Temire leaves with Meghan and Nacheyla. * Nacheyla leaves. |
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