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* Michelle enters from the kitchen and unlocks the door, "Hall's Open!" * Jaret strolls in, removing his plumed hat as he enters. "Michelle! Good evening! Might I trouble you for a goblet of Arabellan Red?" * Tyl walks in carrying a stack of papers. * Michelle walks behind the bar. She's dress in a white turtleneck and a brown skirt. Her hair is coiled on top of her head in braids. Her moon earring shines faintly from her right ear. <Tyl> ::sits down:: Rum and ice? <Michelle> Good evening Jaret, Tyl'gainia. * Michelle pours Jaret his glass of wine, then fixes Tyl her rum and ice, leaving the bottle on the bar within Tyl's reach. * Jaret takes up the goblet of wine. "To your health!" He has a swallow. "Ahh..." <Tyl> Thanks... ::drops the stack of papers on the bar with an ominous thump and begins thumbing through them:: * Meghan pushes open the door to the hall and steps in. walks over to the bar and takes a seat on one of the barstools * Tyl absently raises her glass in Jaret's general direction <Michelle> Hello Meghan. How are you feeling this evening? * Meghan smiles <Meghan> Hey Michelle. I am good thanks. Feeling a lot better. <Michelle> Can I get you anything? <Meghan> Glass of wine would be very nice. * Michelle pours Meghan a glass from Jaret's bottle and sets it down in front of Meghan. <Meghan> Thanks Michelle * Meghan takes the glass and takes a sip savoring the flavor. <Sylith> ::The door opens half-way, and a chill breeze swirls through the Hall as she pauses, looking around. She is covered with a hooded cloak, but short and slender. Finally, she steps through and allows the door to close.:: <Jaret> What are those papers, Tyl? You don't have to rebuild your house again, do you? * Lisl stumps into the Hall, looking rather tired. Rather than her usual soft boots, she wears a pair of oversized black leather Purple Dragon boots, the heavy-soled sort that's standard issue for the local military. She looks disgusted. <Tyl> ::grins absently at Jaret:: Nah.. my school this time... but at least this time I know the contractor. <Lisl> 'Evening, all. 'Kick, please, Michelle? <Jaret> Lisl! How do you fare? * Michelle carefully pours Lisl's poison and sets it on the bar for her. "Good evening stranger and welcome to Sealgair's Meade Hall. I am Michelle. Can I get you anything?" * Meghan sits quietly sipping her wine and looking distracted * Tyl slaps self in the forehead. "I almost forgot." * Lisl scuffs a booted toe on the floor, nearly tripping and grabbing the stranger's shoulder for balance. "Ah! Beg pardon, m'lady." * Tyl reaches into her belt pouch, and pulls out two smallish bags. * Sylith steps hesitantly to the bar, and pulls the hood from her face to reveal the face of a wood-elf, green eyes glowing in warm brown skin, dark brown hair tucked back under her cloak. "I... I have a taste, I believe, for... Sembian brandy? Have you such a thing, still?" <Tyl> Here, Michelle, Lisl ::tosses a bag to each:: For your help the other week. <Lisl> As well as could be expected, Jaret. I've been asking around, a few different clerics, but haven't found any solutions to my little...problem so far. ::catching the bag out of the air, looking surprised:: Tyl, you didn't have to do this. I was happy to help a friend. * Michelle catches the bag and places it under the bar, coming back up with a snifter which she proceeds to fill. "Here you are. Have you been to our establishment before?" <Tyl> It's not a gift, exactly... more like, your share... <Lisl> Hm...well enough. ::peeking into the bag:: Hells...did you *buy* the dimension, then? <Tyl> Remember those chests that Jelarthna was trying to dissuade me from taking along? <Lisl> Yes? ::looking dubious, and pointing at her bag with a raised eyebrow:: This is from...those? <Sylith> ::takes the snifter and breathes the brandy's bouquet deeply before replying:: Yes. Many years ago. ::she sips, and sighs deeply with satisfaction:: <Tyl> ::nods:: part of Brother Dear's spell required wealth. Spell component or something like. * Lisl clumps forward and takes a stool, giving Sylith a frowning, puzzled stare as she picks up her mug:: * Sylith smiles slightly at Lisl's confused look. "Has it been *that* long?" She gives Jaret an appraising look over the rim of her snifter before sipping again and turning her attention back to Lisl. "Would you remember me better if I were dripping in jewels?" * Lisl takes a swallow of 'kick, and sighs happily. "Damn, I needed that. Any venison back there, Michelle?" <Lisl> ::studying the stranger more closely, through narrowed eyes, taking in a deep breath through her nose:: ...BE? <Michelle> Probably, let me go look. ::Michelle disappears into the kitchen.:: <Sylith> ::smiles a little wider:: Once upon a time, yes, old friend. * Meghan finishes her wine and pulls a book from her pocket slowly flipping through it. * Tyl turns back to her papers, humming under her breath * Lisl breaking into a grin, and spreading her arms wide for a hug, narrowly missing her mug of 'kick. "It *is* you! I thought you were familiar... I'd say you haven't changed a bit, but you have!" <Sylith> ::laughs, returning Lisl's hug:: I have, yes, and no denying it. You have, as well, Lisl, though less... visibly. * Michelle pops her head out of the kitchen and sees Lisl greeting the stranger, "You want that venison in your usual fashion Lisl, or would you like it cooked for a change?" <Lisl> ::grinning and giving Sylith one of her patented bear hugs... though gentle enough not to make bones creak:: Well, I still change visibly, too. You should see my latest... ah, but what's kept you so long from Marsember? <Lisl> ::grinning at Michelle:: Oh, wave it at the flames if you absolutely must. But heap it on... hunting's been rather...ah... poor of late. * Jaret moves away from the reunion and approaches Meghan. "Did I hear you say you're feeling better? Have Zoya and Glossaria been able to alleviate your bouts of ill health?" * Michelle pops back into the kitchen. * Meghan turns and smiles at Jaret <Meghan> I am feel much better thanks. I just needed to adjust to the magic. Not very much anyone could do about it <Meghan> But it seems to be ok now <Sylith> ::shrugs and sips brandy:: Oh... One thing and another. You know how it is. If you want a fair price for gems, you can't sell them all in one place. And there was business here and there... ::she sighs a bit:: And Marsember was too painful for me, for some while, as well. <Meghan> I never did get to thank you for all your help that night. I hope I have a chance to make it up to you soon ::smiles:: * Michelle returns from the kitchen with a large plate piled with raw venison. <Michelle> Here you go Lisl. ::Michelle disappears back into the kitchen.:: <Jaret> Well, I'm happy to hear that you're feeling better. Still, I hope you don't mind if I cast a glance your way frequently, to make sure that you're still faring well. <Meghan> I welcome any glance ::grins::as long as I am allowed to return them <Lisl> ::smiles understandingly and nods:: Thanks, Michelle! ::accepting her plate, sliding her eating knife out of its sheath, and falling to:: So what's with your new image? ::waving a hand to indicate the gem-less elf:: <Sylith> ::leans toward Lisl conspiratorially, whispering:: I'm in disguise. * Michelle returns with a shallow dish filled with a dark sauce in it and sets the dish on the bar next to the venison. Michelle then perches herself on a stool behind the bar. <Lisl> ::chuckles:: Disguise? ::looking a little more serious:: From...anyone I know? * Lisl snags another slice, munching happily and washing it down with a slug of 'kick. <Jaret> I look forward to it, Meghan. <Meghan> As do I Jaret. <Sylith> ::laughs:: I'm just teasing. It was just... time. * Michelle pulls out a fondue fork, snags a piece of venison, and dips it in the sauce before eating it herself. * Meghan slips her book back into her pocket <Lisl> ::grins:: I can understand that. I did a bit of traveling myself, before I came back. *Are* you? Back, that is? Or just passing through? <Meghan> So if you have some time I would love to sit and talk with you <Lisl> ::tsks at Michelle:: Adulterating your meat. What a savage. ::grinning:: <Sylith> I don't know, really. Back, for a while, at least. I think. <Jaret> I have plenty of free time to talk to you, yes. One moment. ::walks over to the bar and retrieves his glass of wine, returns to Meghan's table, pulls out a chair, and has a seat:: So, what do you like best about Marsember so far? <Michelle> I'll leave the bloodthirstiness to you, Felice, and Harold. <Lisl> Well, if you need a place to stay, I've room. My cousin hasn't been about for months. * Tyl flips a few pages in her stack * Michelle smiles and stands back up, "Just a moment." Michelle picks up the bottle of Arabellan Red and deposits it between Jaret and Meghan before returning to her stool behind the bar. <Lisl> Bloodthirstiness has nothing to do with it. It's a matter of taste. Delicacy of flavor. ::sniffs aristocratically, and grins, casting a sly glance over her shoulder at Jaret:: <Meghan> ::pauses for a moment thinking:: I think the diversity. And feeling so at home here. It surprises me actually <Jaret> Thank you, Michelle. * Meghan smiles at Michelle "Thank you Michelle" <Michelle> You're welcome Jaret. <Michelle> Meghan. <Sylith> My thanks. I may take you up on that... I'm staying with friends at the moment, but I suspect I am wearing my welcome thin. ::She picks up a small sliver of venison with two long, sharp fingernails, trails one end delicately in the sauce, and pops the morsel in her mouth.:: <Jaret> Really? It took me a while to settle in here, to accept it as home. I still miss my real home, sometimes. But I keep myself busy, and it doesn't bother me often. You've probably surprised some of the other patrons -- they seemed to indicate you were from a very different world than this one. <Lisl> ::grins and shakes her head:: Heathens, the lot of you. ::spearing another thick slice on the point of her knife, folding it over with a neat twist, and eating the lot in one bite:: * Michelle uses her fork to snag another piece of venison, "So Lisl, introduce me to your friend here." * Meghan nods <Meghan> It is very different. But I do see many similarities as well. But tell me some about your home. <Lisl> ::smiles:: I'd be delighted to, but I doubt she still goes by the name I once knew her as. ::looking at Sylith:; Do you? <Sylith> ::extends a hand to Michelle:: Sylith y'Tyira, at your service. <Lisl> ::smiles, raising an eyebrow:: Well now... a return to your roots! * Michelle shakes Sylith hand, "A pleasure to meet you." <Sylith> The pleasure is mine. * Sylith helps herself to another piece of meat. * Michelle picks up another piece of venison. <Lisl> ::spears another slice:: Sylith here is an *oooooold* Hall veteran, like me. And Michelle is a HallMaster. Do you know about Sealgair, Sylith? <Sylith> ::face takes on a guarded look:: No. What happened to Cean? <Jaret> My home? I haven't seen it in a very long time. My family are nobility, but not very close to the royal line. My mother died when I was 8, and my father raised me as a gentleman and a swordsman. I left home when I could to go court and seek out my fortune, but... well, I had a misfortunate run-in with a duplicitous wizard, and I ended up here. That was... about eight years ago? <Meghan> Have you tried to get home, or even want to? <Lisl> ::nods to the heat-blacked swords and buckler hanging over the fireplace:: I'm afraid he's dead, BE. ::shakes her head:: It was before I returned. Michelle could probably tell you about it. Moon Dancer owns the Hall now...well...sort of. <Lisl> 'Dancer's not quite himself, either... well, that is, he's *more* than himself... Ach. ::making a noise of disgust:: As with anything in this Hall, it's... complicated. <Sylith> Ah. Poor Cean. ::She sighs and looks down into her brandy glass for a long moment. She looks up and raises her glass in a toast to the blackened swords and swigging back the remainder of the brandy:: <Jaret> I tried for a while, after I arrived, but I either didn't have the funds the wizards wanted, or they needed some ridiculously obscure spell component, and would only cast the spell if I would get it for them, or something else came up. But I've made friends here, and a home, and while I'm interested in going home again someday, I'm not as concerned about it as I was before. <Sylith> ::raises an eyebrow:: Indeed? It seems there is much I must catch up on. <Lisl> ::nods, and mimic's Sylith's toast with her own mug before taking another swallow:: <Lisl> Yes... did you hear I nearly got married? ::grinning:: * Meghan nods staring thoughtfully at Jaret not saying anything <Sylith> You? Married? I can't believe it. To whom? * Michelle helps herself to another piece of venison, listening to Lisl and Sylith's conversation. <Lisl> A wonderful gentleman named Jean-Pierre. He's part... no, to be fair, he's a good deal of the reason you find me a changed woman. Well, somewhat changed, anyway. ::spearing another slice and chewing:: Hard to teach an old dog new tricks. <Sylith> Ah? ::smiles:: You'll have to tell me that story someday... <Lisl> But... we parted as friends, but I couldn't go through with it. I needed some time to rediscover the new me before I gave my oath to someone else. <Meghan> ::smiles softly and takes a sip of wine:: forgive me. I don't mean to stare. <Lisl> ::nods:: Someday. I'm sure we'll have time. But not here. ::grinning at Michelle:: Ah, the tales I could tell... if I weren't hedged about by secrets not my own. <Jaret> It's all right. What's on your mind? <Sylith> ::laughs:: I know well the feeling. * Tyl sorts through some more papers, taking an absent-minded drink <Meghan> Just wondering why a man I seem to know so little about is coming to me in my dreams <Meghan> ::spoken very softly:: * Lisl takes another swallow of 'kick. * Jaret starts to get a grin on his face, but it quickly is replaced by a look of concern. "You... you don't sound exactly comfortable with the idea. Rest assured, I possess no dreamwalking magics or enchantments. Well, nothing aside from my charming personality. Why does this concern you?" * Meghan shakes her head * Michelle shakes her head and has some more venison. <Lisl> ::catches an earful of Jaret's last line and nearly chokes on a bite of venison, her face suffusing with laughter:: <Meghan> I was not worried that you were doing it on purpose. I am just wondering why it is you ::grins:: even with your charming personality. I just don't know you very well. ::looks away and then takes another drink:: I guess I am just trying to understand what they mean, my dreams that is. * Tyl finishes off her drink. <Tyl> I've gotta get moving, Michelle... ::drops a few coins on the counter:: I've got lots of work to do. <Lisl> ::swallows hard, finally overcoming her fit of coughing with a long swallow of 'kick:: Well, it's good to know that some things never change. <Lisl> Sleep sweet, Tyl. And thanks again. Say... do you know if your... um... associate still keeps a shop in the same area? <Michelle> Goodnight to you Tyl'gainia. Oh, will you be reopening your school soon? <Tyl> ::blinks at Lisl:: He's reopening soon. I'll tell him you were inquiring. Dusty will be glad to know he's remembered! <Tyl> ::to Michelle:: Yes, as soon as I finish this construction and get the mages guild to do the dern fireproofing. * Sylith watches Tyl with mild curiosity, nodding affably as she leaves. <Lisl> ::grins:: Thanks. I've got to find *something* to do with this... and Dusty certainly deserves his share, too! * Tyl waves and leaves <Jaret> ::lowering his voice:: Have you asked some of the magically-inclined patrons about it? I think Michelle has some dream abilities, but... I'm not sure. You could ask Tyl, also. They'd be happy to help if you have concerns. * Michelle shakes her head, "I'll just have to remember to look her up later." * Meghan nods <Lisl> ::noticing Sylith's look:: I'm sorry, I'm still horrible at introducing people... Tyl'gainia runs the new psionics school in town. We just had a little... inter-dimensional run-in together. A bunch of us. ::waving a hand to the ceiling to indicate the "us" of the Hall:: <Meghan> For now it's mostly curiosity. But I will keep them in mind. I guess I was just hoping to get some hints but getting to know you a bit better. <Sylith> ::blinks a bit:: A psionics school? My. Things *have* changed, haven't they? <Lisl> ::grinning and taking another swallow, clearing her throat:: That's another thing that hasn't changed much. Mmm, yes, hopefully. Tyl met some... initial resistance, but we killed it, and moved on. ::grinning:: <Sylith> ::chuckles:: That sounds familiar... <Jaret> Well, if there's anything you'd like to know, just ask. I await your slightest request. <Lisl> As I said... some things never change. <Lisl> ::covers another cough, and mutters into her cup:: So *that's* how he gets all the girls.... <Meghan> ::softly:: I appreciate that Jaret. I look forward to being able to spend more time with you and get to know you better * Michelle has some more venison and mutters under her breath, "Damn Jelarthna." <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow, responding softly:: What's Jel have to do with this, hmm? <Jaret> That sounds... pleasant. * Lisl spears another two slices, wolfing them down. * Michelle smiles at Lisl and sticks her tongue out, "I'll tell you later." * Meghan nods her eyes sparkling <Lisl> ::takes another swallow of 'kick:: I'll keep you to that. <Lisl> ::glances over her shoulder briefly, taking in Meghan's glowing expression, and turning back to the near-decimated tray of meat, shaking her head:: Another one. Poor lass. ::voice smiling:: I just don't get it. There's got to be *something* I just can't see. Maybe it's genetic. <Sylith> ::chuckles:: Some things never change, I see. <Lisl> Indeed. * Lisl tilts her head back and drains her mug before putting it on the bar and giving its stone bottom a little encouraging pat:: * Jaret has another swallow of his wine. * Michelle shrugs, "Just accept it. If you think about it too much you'd ruin it for everyone." * Meghan checks to make sure her book is in her pocket then finishes her glass of wine <Sylith> ::smiles at the mug:: I'm glad to see they haven't changed, either. I'd have missed the mugs. <Meghan> ::smiles:: Well I think it is time I get going home. I was hoping to catch up with Vallel here, but maybe at home. <Lisl> Heh. Yeah, they're still going strong. No more... ahem... wars, though. Although Zoya's kitchen-- ::shakes her head, trailing off:: Zoya is the wild mage who, ah, "inherited" Erdian's Tower. ::grinning wider:: Erdian's a god now, so watch what you say about him. * Jaret stands. "Perhaps. Would you like an escort home?" * Meghan nods <Meghan> I would love that. Thanks Jaret <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Michelle:: Thinking about it would ruin it? What do you think he is, an illusionist? He's not even gnomish...thank the gods. * Sylith's mouth drops open at the mention of Zoya and Erdian. She stares disbelievingly at Lisl for a long moment, then bursts into laughter. <Jaret> It's the least a gentleman can offer. ::he drinks the last of his wine and returns both goblets and the bottle to the bar:: <Lisl> ::musing:: Not that all the gnomes I've met were that bad... ::smiling:: Remember Phil, BE? <Michelle> Your mother raised you to be too practical Lisl. <Lisl> ::grinning at her laughter:: I know, I know. But it's true. He's the god of wild magic, now, which should tell you something. And Zoya's his main priestess... which means you'll probably be pretty surprised when you meet her. ::chuckling:: * Jaret offers his arm to Meghan. "Whenever you're ready, lady." <Lisl> Practical? Me? The girl who went flower-picking unarmed into the ruins of Myth Drannor??? * Meghan slips her arm through Jaret's she turns slightly "Good night Michelle" <Sylith> ::finally getting her laughter under control:: *ERDIAN*? A *god*? With a *priestess*, no less? ::bursts into laughter again:: <Jaret> Good night, everyone. Rest well. <Lisl> ::looking over her shoulder:: Good night, Jaret, Meghan. Behave. ::smiles and winks:: * Meghan shakes her head <Meghan> Good night Lisl <Michelle> Night Meghan. <Lisl> ::chuckles, watching Sylith:; I'm just waiting for her to squirt wine out of her nose.... <Michelle> Night Jaret. * Jaret gallantly leads Meghan out of the Hall, and into the night. <Sylith> ::winding down:: Oh, blessed gods... Erdian... ::chuckles again:: It's a good thing I'd finished my brandy, or I *would* have. <Sylith> All right, Lisl, old friend. If your offer still stands, then you can walk with me to get my pack, and on the way you can tell me how such an absurd thing came to be. <Lisl> ::nods:: Well enough. ::snatching the last slice of meat and swallowing it whole:: <Lisl> Just go slow... I'm still getting used to these damn clod-hoppers. I hate not being able to feel the ground. <Sylith> ::raises an eyebrow as she leads the way out:: What's that for, anyway? <Lisl> ::laughs, a trifle hollowly:: Well, that's *another* long story. I'll tell you later. * Lisl gives Michelle a wave and follows her old friend out. <Sylith> All right, then... You can start at the beginning... ::leaves:: * Michelle returns the wave and shooing the dishes into the kitchen. * Michelle dims the lights and exits the Hall, locking the door behind her. |
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