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* Rhys enters from the back room, and lights the wall sconces before unlocking the front door. As he returns behind the bar, he calls out over his shoulder, "Hall's open." * Temire enters through the side/front door. She's dressed in her usual breeches and undyed shirt with her sword at her side. <Rhys> Evening, Temire. Can I get you anything? * Temire heads for the bar and takes a stool. * Vallel walks in, wearing a vivid red shirt, black breeches, knee high boots and a black leather vest. <Temire> Certainly Rhys. What do you recommend? ::Temire smiles at Rhys.:: <Temire> Hello Vallel. How are you this evening? <Rhys> Evening, Vallel. What can I get you. <Vallel> Ginger beer? <Rhys> Well, Temire, it all depends what you're up for. Exotic juices, if you want something sweet, hearty stouts if you want a beer that remembers it was once grain, hard spirits if you want to get drunk, and of course mulekick if you want to be unconscious before you hit the floor.* Meghan walks into the hall wearing a bright blue dress with a green sash. She walks up to the bar and hops onto a barstool. <Rhys> Coming right up, Vallel. ::fills a mug with ginger beer:: It's got a bite, so don't drink too much at a go. <Meghan> Evening Rhys ::smiles warmly:: <Rhys> Evening, Meghan. What can I get you? <Temire> Exotic juice then. <Meghan> Red wine please * Glossaria enters, hanging her cloak on a peg and carrying a satchel of books and papers over to the bar with her. "Good evening, everyone. Good evening, love." She kisses Vallel on the cheek before taking a stool next to his. <Rhys> Very well... let me see what we have here... ::gazes at the taps for a long moment, then picks one and fills a mug with a light green liquid:: Here you go... * Rhys fills Meghan's goblet with some Arabellan Red. "Here, I understand it's quite good." <Rhys> Evening, Glossaria. What'll it be tonight? * Temire has a drink from her mug, "Good evening Glossaria." <Vallel> ::takes a sip from the mug:: Good evening dear. <Meghan> Thanks Rhys <Glossaria> A cup of tea, please, Rhys. ::starts to unpack the satchel, piling books neatly to one side of her and placing a stack of blank sheets in front of her:: Surprise me with the type-- as long as it doesn't contain a vermifuge, please. <Vallel> What are you studying this week? <Rhys> Hmmm.... ::looks for a while at the taps, holds a teacup underneath them, and carefully draws a steaming cup of tea from one. He puts the cup on a saucer in front of Glossaria:: Here. Give this a whirl. It's not exactly exotic, but it's pleasant enough. <Glossaria> Well, not studying this evening, so much as summarizing. Mistress Zoya is currently closeted with Mistress Lisl, trying to cure her foot. I promised to copy out the research I'd done for her own reference. ::sighing:; Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be very much that's solid. <Vallel> Oh. ::makes a face:: Mistress Tyl's been looking into some stuff about that too, mostly remnants of books she took from Nilgarthor... * Glossaria smiles and picks up the cup delicately, inhaling the rising steam before taking a sip. "Ooohhh... like flowers...but... zingy, too. What is it?" <Rhys> Lemon honeysuckle. The Hall added it a few weeks ago. <Glossaria> Mmmm, it's wonderful. Tell Master Marten this one's a keeper. If... *is* he still the Hall's owner? ::frowning a little, looking puzzled:: <Rhys> No... Marten didn't add it. The Hall did. Somewhat unusual I'll grant you, but it's what I've come to expect. <Temire> Rhys, you've travelled. When I start adventuring is everything going to be this unusual, or will it all seem like a big let down after having spent so much time here? <Glossaria> Hm. Well...tell the Hall to keep it, then. Or... ::gnaws on her lip for a moment, thinking:: Maybe... maybe I can tell it myself. ::placing both hands on the bartop and closing her eyes:: <Rhys> Sometimes it'll be a let down, but I think most of the time, it'll be like coming home. * Temire blinks at Rhys, "Coming home?" <Rhys> Hmmm? Oh, I thought you said... sorry. Let me rephrase. Some of it will be unusual, and make all this seem quite normal, and sometimes it'll be depressingly dull. It's life. It's varied. * Glossaria 's cheeks suddenly sprout a pair of muttonchop sideburns Elvis would have been proud of. <Glossaria> ::opening her eyes:: Well... I think I got through. Sort of. It felt... weird, though. Sort of itchy. * Temire stares at Glossaria, "Umm...I think I might need to talk to Yohko Sensei about accelerating my training." Pushes her mug far away from her. <Vallel> ::blinks:: um... dear? <Glossaria> ::looking from Temire's wide eyes to Vallel's, totally unconcerned:: What? <Vallel> Um.... you're.... growing hair... <Glossaria> ::blinking:: Well, of course I am. Everyone does, until about a week after death. <Vallel> Um... yes, but you're growing it in places that aren't considered normal on a female... ::gestures to her face:: * Glossaria puts her hands to her face, puzzled. "Oh! I'm *fuzzy*!" <Vallel> A very nice nine o'clock shadow, I would say... ::grins:: Just another one of the weird things that happens around here I guess. I have a razor you can borrow, if you want <Glossaria> ::nods, hands still to her face:: I think the Hall is a bit more of a practical joker than the Tower. <Rhys> Accelerating your training, Temire? <Temire> Yeah, so I can start adventuring and get away from here before I grow a beard. * Rhys laughs heartily. <Glossaria> ::smiling and dropping her hands, reaching into a pocket for her penknife and sharpening the quill she pulls from behind her ear:: No fear, Temire, as long as you don't start talking to walls like I do. <Temire> Around this place I might have to just to keep from winding up as a ghost again. <Glossaria> ::opening a book, but letting her penpoint hover over the paper as she looks at Temire:: Again? Why are you afraid that's going to happen again? The troubles with Mistress Tyl'gainia's family are over, aren't they? * Temire looks at Glossaria like she's daft, "Something else will come up. It ALWAYS does around here." <Rhys> Something always comes up *everywhere*. <Glossaria> ::raises her eyebrows as she turns back to her paper and starts writing in a quick, flawless hand:: And adventuring isn't another word for seeking out trouble? * Temire tilts her head and thinks about it for a moment, "You're probably right on that one." <Glossaria> ::grins, her pen still flying over the paper:: Of course I'm right. Those weren't my words; I read them. In an adventurer's journal. * Vallel leans on his elbow, looking at his fiancee with one eyebrow raised * Temire shakes her head, then looks around for her drink discovering that it had wandered off while she wasn't paying attention, "Can I have another one Rhys, I appear to have lost my original." <Rhys> Of course, Temire. Same thing? <Temire> Sure. Another mug of Green please. ::Temire smiles at Rhys.:: <Rhys> ::as he fills Temire's mug:: It's kiwi juice. It fits the bill of "exotic." Here you are... ::sets the filled mug down in front of Temire:: <Glossaria> ::pauses, to pick up her cup left-handed and take a sip:: So it would appear, Temire, that your options are to stay here and have trouble come to you, where you know the territory and have friends at your back-- strategists place great emphasis on knowing one's territory-- or go out and seek trouble in strange lands. ::picking up her pen again and sliding a smiling glance at Vallel:: Or I suppose you could just settle down and become a sheep farmer <Temire> Kiwi?...Where's it from? ::Temire takes a drink from her mug.:: <Rhys> Far away. Do you remember Lion? It comes from the land his master was from. <Vallel> ::makes a face:: Not if I can help it, we won't <Vallel> Sheep are just about the stupidest animals known to man <Glossaria> ::chuckles, and resumes writing:: <Vallel> Are you planning on doing anything about your new look, dearest? I must admit, it's not the least bit attractive... ::grins:: <Glossaria> No? ::arching her eyebrows suggestively:: You don't think I could do some interesting things with facial hair? <Vallel> ::makes another face:: um... I don't really think that's worth thinking about, dearheart <Glossaria> ::sighs, and scratches a cheek:: Well, it's itchy, anyway. I'll just shave it off, I think. ::nibbles on her lip:: Or maybe ask you to shave it off. I've never wielded a knife before, much less a razor.... <Vallel> Shaving's not too hard. Especially that area... it's around the nose and chin where it gets a bit touchy <Glossaria> Well... ::looking dubious:: If you think I can do it without cutting myself. ::looking mildly horrified:: You don't think I'll have to do this every *day* now, do you? <Vallel> I can probably manage to do it, dear, if you're nervous about it. I'll have to stand behind you, though. I'm used to doing it in this direction ::makes a motion with his hand, indicating holding a straight razor:: <Glossaria> Whatever would make you most comfortable, love. I *am* nervous about putting a blade to my face. ::smiles a little:: And it gives you an excuse to put your arms around me. <Vallel> ::grins:: Shaving's not so bad. Your face is going to feel like a peeled onion for a while and any bleeding usually stops in a few moments... <Glossaria> ::makes a face:: I *write* on onionskin... * Glossaria takes another sip of tea before picking up her pen again, putting the finished sheet to one side, and starting to cover another with her minuscule handwriting. <Rhys> There there, it's not all that bad. <Rhys> ::peers over:: What are you writing, Glossaria? * Temire has another drink. <Glossaria> Here, have a look. ::turning the finished sheet so Rhys can read it:: I'm summarizing what I've found on blood magic, death curses, spells affecting lycanthropes, and botched spellcasting of all of the above. * Rhys studies the sheet. "This is quite... extensive." <Glossaria> ::taking another sip of tea and resuming her writing as she speaks, almost as if her hand is working independently of the rest of her:: Unfortunately, it all sums up to pretty much the same thing: both blood magic and death curses can be nasty and seek to harm the victim in some way even when they botch, and botched results are *very* unpredictable. <Glossaria> ::blushing a little, modestly:: Well, I try to be thorough. * Rhys returns the sheet to Glossaria. * Glossaria slips the now-dry sheet under her stack, and sets aside the new one. <Vallel> Have you spoken with Mistress Tyl about what might happen when you add psionics to magic? <Glossaria> A little. Mistress Zoya said she spoke more extensively with her on the subject earlier. <Rhys> All right, last call everyone. * Glossaria takes another swallow of tea, draining the cup, opens a different book, and starts a fresh sheet. "Nearly done. As I said, there wasn't much." * Temire finishes her drink and sets the mug down, "That'll be it for me Rhys. Goodnight everyone." * Rhys cleans up Glossaria and Temire's cups. * Temire heads out the door and into the night. <Glossaria> Goodnight, Temire! ::smiling a little:: Safe trip home. * Vallel finishes off his ginger beer, burps, then blushes and covers his mouth. "Excuse me." <Rhys> You're excused, Vallel. <Glossaria> ::eyes Vallel sideways, with a smile, and goes back to writing:: <Vallel> Thanks. ::nods to Rhys:: Come on dear. Let's go back to my house and get you cleaned up? <Glossaria> Just a moment...::scratching out several more narrowly-spaced lines before putting down her pen and flexing her hand:: There. I'm done. Let me take these to the Tower first? I don't want Mistress Zoya to worry. * Rhys scoops up Vallel's mug and sends it back to the kitchen. <Glossaria> ::blowing on her last lines to dry the ink before packing books and all into her satchel:: <Glossaria> Alright. Ready to go. ::stretching, and giving Vallel a bright smile:: Thanks for the tea, Rhys. <Rhys> Anytime, Glossaria. Good night, you two. Be careful, and have fun! <Glossaria> Always. ::shouldering her pack and snagging her cloak from the peg by the door:: * Vallel drops a few coins on the counter, then helps Gloss with her books and leaves * Glossaria follows Vallel out. * Rhys scoops Vallel's coins into the lockbox. * Rhys follows Glossaria to the door and locks it behind her. He snuffs the wall sconces, until only the two framing the door to the kitchen remain lit. Then he returns to the kitchen, and begins to clean up. |
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