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* Rhys enters from the back room, and unlocks the front (side) door with a gesture. "Hall's open." * Vallel walks in, wearing a bright blue flowing shirt and tight black breeches. He has a piece of paper crushed in one hand and his lute slung over his back. <Rhys> Evening, Vallel. What can I get for you, ginger beer? <Vallel> Oh, sure... ::frowns at the piece of paper, then stuffs it angrily into his pocket:: * Zoya enters, looking moderately dazed and covered with a thin layer of dust. She wanders to the bar and leans against a stool. <Zoya> Cider, please, ... * Rhys pours Vallel his ginger beer. "So, what's on your mind, lately." * Zoya blinks for a moment. <Rhys> ::pours Zoya her cider:: Here you are, Zoya. You're looking a little fuzzy around the edges. <Zoya> ... Rhys, that's it. I'll have a cider, Rhys. If you don't mind. <Vallel> Nothing important... ::blinks a few times, taking a sip of ginger beer:: * Glossaria enters, nose in a book as usual, and steers unerringly around the furniture to take a seat at the bar before putting her book down. <Zoya> Thank you. ::takes a long drink:: Ah... I've been deep into some fascinating research for the past, um... ::looks around:: What month is it? * Jelarthna opens the door and walks in... this otherwise nice clothes a bit charred along the front, and his face smudged with soot and definite signs of burnt hair... small wisps of smoke rise from hair and clothes as he walks a little unsteadily to the bar * Vallel sits on a bar stool and begins tuning his lute. <Rhys> Hammer. 1401. <Zoya> Oh, good! I was afraid it was already spring. ::she smiles brightly:: So for a few weeks, anyhow. <Rhys> Jelarthna, hello. You look... blackened. * Michelle enters. She's wearing a red cardigan sweater and matching skirt over a white blouse with winter flowers twined in her hair. <Jelarthna> ::blinks and looks at Rhys blearily:: Water please, Rhys? * Michelle heads for the bar and takes a seat. * Rhys pours Jelarthna a large mug of water. <Rhys> Evening, Michelle, what'll it be? * Meghan enters the hall a bit breathlessly. Her dark green cloak is torn at her shoulder and her face is pale. She sits in the chair she comes to first and takes some deep breaths. * Glossaria looks up at Rhys, smiles, and makes her drink request... in flawless ancient High Elvish. <Michelle> Tea please. * Jelarthna dumps the water over his head, making a small gasp <Michelle> Meghan, what's wrong? * Vallel looks around at the various disheveled and untidy crowd with a bit of surprise * Jelarthna wipes the water out of his eyes and blink, looking over at Michelle and Meghan, sudden concern making him look almost comical * Rhys blinks, squints a bit, looking at the ceiling, and responds, in accented High Elvish, fiddles around for the bar and comes out with an asymmetrical bottle that has a peculiar metal lattice shrouding the cork. He removes the metal and the cork, and sets the bottle aside. "It has to breathe for a bit." * Rhys fixes Michelle some tea. * Vallel slings his lute back over his shoulder and goes over to Meghan. * Meghan looks at Michelle and blinks a few times <Vallel> What happened? I thought you were going to walk with me. <Jelarthna> ::looks oddly at Glossaria for a moment before turning back to Meghan:: Are you okay, Meghan? What happened? <Rhys> Would you like some more water, Jelarthna? And if so, would you like it straight onto your head, or would you still like the intermediary step of filling the mug? * Zoya notices the dust on her shoulders, tsks quietly, and mutters a brief arcane phrase. A small whirlwind surrounds her for a moment, then bustles out the door, carrying the dust with it. <Meghan> Someone in the alley....attacked me... * Glossaria gives Rhys a strange look, opens her mouth for a moment, thinks, and closes it again. She looks sheepish. "Sorry. I've been eating my work again." * Jelarthna rushes out into the alley <Rhys> What? * Michelle stands and starts storming towards the door, "Which alley?" * Rhys nods to Glossaria. I hear it happens. <Meghan> two down <Glossaria> ::frowning over her shoulder at the two pelting out the door, and crossing over to Meghan:: Are you alright? Do you require healing? * Rhys sniffs the bottle. "Should be about done. Meghan, is there anything you need?" * Rhys pours Glossaria her feywine. * Michelle goes to Meghan, "Are you alright?" * Meghan slips out of her cloak and pulls her necklace out from under her dress and closes her fingers around the stone <Zoya> ::blinks at all the rushing about:: What's going on? <Meghan> I think I am ok Gloss. ::looks up to Michelle:: I'm ok now thanks Michelle * Glossaria gasps a little. "It's *that* stone? The one you found? That's supposed to be Sissra's?" * Meghan nods to Gloss <Rhys> ::to Zoya:: Meghan got attacked in the alley. Everyone's seeing what scraps are left. <Meghan> Rhys some wine would be greatly appreciated <Zoya> Ah. They won't need me, will they? * Vallel sits back down, reaching for his lute again. <Vallel> ::muttering under his breath, he tunes the lute:: * Rhys pours Meghan some of the feywine. "Here, give this a taste." * Glossaria goes to the bar to pick up her glass and thanks Rhys... in High Elvish, again. * Rhys squints at the ceiling a bit before responding appropriately to Glossaria. * Meghan takes a swallow of the wine * Michelle eyes Meghan critically, "You're sure your alright?" * Glossaria grins. * Meghan nods to Michelle <Meghan> I'm ok Michelle. I was a bit quicker than him, and there was only one this time <Glossaria> ::taking a sip and sighing:: Oh... it's so... light. I thought it would be stronger, with all those years in the bottle. ::shaking her head:: It's odd to think that this wine is older than my two-hundred-times-great grandparents. * Michelle sits down next to Meghan, "Has this happened before?" <Jelarthna> ::strides back in, looking purposeful (though damp), and holding a piece of Meghan's cloak:: No signs of the attacker... ::moves to the bar and puts the cloak scrap down beside Meghan and sighing:: <Zoya> ::eyes Meghan:: Common thugs know better than to frequent the alleys close to this place. Were the ones who found you uncommonly stupid, or sent after something in particular? <Vallel> ::strums a few bars of not quite in tune music, frowns, then fidgets with his tuning knobs:: * Meghan nods to Michelle * Glossaria takes a seat next to Vallel, smiling at him sidelong. <Michelle> Why don't you tell us everything you know about the attacks. <Rhys> Going musical on us, Vallel? <Meghan> Last week. A whole group, and a mage. Xarroch came to my aid <Zoya> *XARROCH*? Odd. <Vallel> ::grins somewhat grimly:: As a former shepherd, I learned to play as something to do while I watched sheep. I find it calms me down when I'm upset. <Jelarthna> Oh really? ::looks thoughtful:: <Glossaria> ::raising an eyebrow:: Xarroch? *Helped* you? I thought he just hunted other demons. <Vallel> He hunts undead sometimes too... <Glossaria> ::putting a hand on Vallel's arm, stilling his fingers for a moment:: What's wrong, love? <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: Not really odd... it's what he used to do, after all... ::sniffs the air and looks at the bottle of feywine:: <Jelarthna> Rhys... might I have a glass of that also, please? <Meghan> He was in the area i think. I called out and he heard me i guess <Zoya> ::looks at Vallel:: I thought the traditional shepherd's instrument were pipes. Isn't a lute a bit... delicate, for fields? <Rhys> Are you going to pour it on your head? <Vallel> ::makes a frustrated wave of his hands:: Oh, I got a letter from my da' * Meghan turns back to Michelle <Glossaria> ::releasing his hand so he can wave it in frustration:: ...and? <Jelarthna> ::grins:: No, I feel better now. I wouldn't waste a good feywine on my head. ::winks:: <Michelle> Have they said anything to you, or do they just attack without warning? <Vallel> ::nods to Zoya:: I play pipes much better, actually. But I can't sing and play at the same time. <Rhys> Then yes, you may. ::pours Jelarthna a glass of the feywine," <Meghan> The group last week was after the stone. He said as much. The mage <Glossaria> ::guilelessly:: But I thought good feywine was *supposed* to go to your head? <Michelle> Could you describe the mage? * Vallel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled sheet of parchment, then, with a look of complete disgust, hands it to Gloss. <Zoya> ::eyes Michelle and Meghan, then turns on Jelarthna:: And what have YOU been mucking about in, that you come in here burnt half to a cinder? <Glossaria> ::gives Vallel a mildly scolding look as she smooths the parchment out neatly and carefully:: I thought you said your Da didn't write? <Meghan> It was dark. He was a bit taller than me and had a black cloak on. His face was for the most parts hidden in the shadows of his hood <Jelarthna> errr... ::sips the wine for a moment, then smiles innocently at Zoya:: Just... trying some new thing. Playing with fire. <Zoya> ::snorts with laughter in a gesture eerily similar to Lisl's:: Nothing new, there. Decided to take it literally for a while, did you? <Meghan> I only know he is a mage because of what he did to Xarroch <Jelarthna> ::nods eagerly:: Yes! Playing with some new ideas... <Glossaria> ::scanning the parchment quickly:: Ah. ::much colder, sounding very unlike herself:: I see. ::pausing a moment:: He's wrong, you know. I'm not foreign. I was born right here in Marsember. <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow:: Did any of them work? * Jelarthna looks startled at Glossaria's tone <Jelarthna> ::nods carefully to Zoya:: sort of... I'll need to work on fine tuning a few things. Like range. ::rueful grin:: <Vallel> ::takes Gloss's hand:: Yes, but I wasn't... ::takes a deep breath:: Don't worry, dear, I'm not going anywhere. <Michelle> So did any of them get away from Xarroch? <Meghan> Just the Mage <Jelarthna> Yes.. and what did this mage do to Xarroch, anyway? <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Well, for goodness' sake, at least keep a bucket of water on hand the next time. Or better yet, a decanter of endless water. <Jelarthna> I'm afraid I don't have one of those... or else I'd have used it up when I got that awful case of hiccups here. ::laughs:: <Glossaria> ::hissing in a quick breath, biting her lip, not trusting herself to speak for a moment:: You're... you're sure? ::sounding as if the words were wrung out of her:: He... *is* your father, after all. <Meghan> He seemed to be able to ::struggles for the right words:: keep him from moving. But only for a few moments, and then Xarroch slammed him through a building wall <Zoya> ::snorts again:: Well, it wouldn't kill you to drop in for a visit once in a while, would it? You could ask. I've got one you could've borrowed. <Michelle> Hmm...Did Xarroch say anything about going after the mage? * Meghan shakes her head <Meghan> Not to me he didn't <Glossaria> ["No matter how puissant the mage, a knife in the back will seriously cramp his style."] <Zoya> [...or a building. Xarroch tends to over react sometimes.] <Glossaria> [SOMETIMES?] <Michelle> Hmm...I never thought I'd say this, but I wish Xarroch was around. If that mage is still alive I'd like to ask him a few questions, and I'm sure Xarroch could identify him. <Vallel> ::stuffs the letter back into his pocket:: He's... he's an idiot is what he is. My older brother went off last month to "seek his fortune" and da' sees me as being his last chance to expand the family farm. <Jelarthna> ::winces:: Um. Sorry about that... I've been spending all of my time working on this and trying to help Tyl out a bit... ::shivers:: Accounting... scary. I'd rather face demons again... I promise to come see you soon, Zoya. I'd love to see what's gotten you so involved yourself. ::smiles:: <Glossaria> ::coughing into her fist, grinning a little despite herself:: He's not worried you'd just put him out to pasture and hold a fire sale? <Zoya> ::looks suddenly thoughtful as she catches Michelle's last comment:: Hmm. I've never tried summoning a demon that wasn't on his proper plane... ::looks back to Jelarthna, and chuckles:: There isn't anything to see at the moment. As for the end product, I'd rather keep it to myself for now. If it works, I'd like it to be a surprise. And if not, well, then there's no point in getting anyone all excited. ::grins:: <Vallel> ::rolls his eyes:: He thinks if he blusters and threatens enough, I'll go home and be a good boy... <Zoya> ::smiles slyly:: But you *did* miss my 'jamming trip. <Jelarthna> perhaps... but I might be able to help, you know. <Jelarthna> ::sighs:: I heard about that... ::small pout:: <Vallel> Not that I want the farm... he should let my sister inherit it. She likes sheep. <Glossaria> ::protesting hotly:: But you already *are* a good boy! You're one of the nicest boys I know!!! <Zoya> ::chuckles:: I *tried* to get in touch with you. <Michelle> What does your sister's husband think of sheep though? <Glossaria> ::raising both slim green eyebrows to her hairline:: She does? I thought only... you know... *really* desperate shepherds...::stumbling to a halt and blushing:: <Vallel> He's a weaver... he's more interested in the wool... but they'd probably do well with the farm. Much better than I would. <Vallel> ::turns an interesting shade of purple:: I didn't mean it *that* way, Gloss. <Jelarthna> ::smiles sheepishly at Zoya, spreading his hands helplessly:: I know.. I got the messages too late. You still owe me a ride, though... and a view of some of those worlds you were going to show me. ::grins:: <Glossaria> Oh. Well, that's alright, then. So why doesn't she get the farm? <Glossaria> She's older than you, isn't she? <Michelle> Course that would mean she'd be in the hills alone with the sheep for extended periods of time. I can see how that might not sit well with your father. Or your brother in law for that matter. <Zoya> ::teasing tone:: I don't know, Jelarthna... I mean, I tried to pay up, and you weren't around. I think we're back to even, and you can owe *me* a favor for taking you out next time. ::grins:: <Jelarthna> ::sticks his tongue out at Zoya:: If that's what it takes then. * Meghan finishes her glass of wine <Vallel> Da' doesn't like her husband. Thinks weaving is women's work. <Michelle> Do you know anything else about your attackers Meghan? Did they say why they want the stone? <Zoya> ::laughs at Vallel's comment:: And he thinks shepherding is men's? Tell your sister to wear trews, and her husband to wear a skirt, and then to tell your father they'll take it anyhow. <Glossaria> ::dryly:: He should try it sometime. You should have seen the hash I made of it when I had to weave spider's silk for a spell I was trying.... * Meghan shakes her head <Meghan> I don't really remember. Just that they wanted it * Vallel finishes tuning his lute. <Xarroch> ::the door bangs open, Xarroch's huge form squeezing through, and he looks oddly at Meghan for a moment before lumbering to the bar:: <Xarroch> ::nods to Meghan:: I'm here. <Glossaria> And besides, there are all those ballads about lonely shepherdesses-- on second thought, perhaps you'd best *not* tell your father about those. <Rhys> See if you can ask them what they want it for if they pop up again. There's a surprisingly large chance they'll spout off for a while about what they're up to. <Vallel> He'll have to give the farm to her. I'm not marrying Donnia... and I'm not going back to live on the farm. <Rhys> Evening, Xarroch. Mind the furniture. <Zoya> ::laughs loudly at Xarroch's entrance:: Ask, and ye shall receive! (Be careful what you ask for.) * Meghan smiles warmly to Xarroch <Glossaria> ::looking at Xarroch:: Yes, you are. <Meghan> Thank you for coming so fast <Jelarthna> Xarroch! ::jumps up and hugs the huge man suddenly:: It's great to see you! Tell Zoya she needs to take me spelljamming with her. ::grins:: <Glossaria> ::smiling at Rhys:: And Mistress Lisl tried to tell me they only do that in *books!* * Vallel plays quietly, accompanying himself with a song. <Vallel> Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows <Vallel> Fair is the lily of the valley <Vallel> Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne <Vallel> But my love is fairer than any. * Michelle shakes her head, "One of these lifetimes I'm going to learn that trick even if it means spending a century or two as a cloistered virgin." <Rhys> Can I get you anything to drink, Xarroch? <Glossaria> ::smiles as Vallel begins his song, blushing becomingly:: <Xarroch> ::grins at Jelarthna, absently setting the elf aside:: Good to see you, Jelarthna. You need to help your woman some more so she can teach little Meghan there. ::smiles at Meghan:: * Meghan walks over and sits next to Xarroch <Meghan> Can you tell Michelle about the mage Xarroch <Vallel> Come over the hills, my fair green-eyed lass * Jelarthna chuckles and sips his wine. <Glossaria> ::giving Michelle a puzzled look:: What trick? <Vallel> Come over the hills to your darling <Vallel> You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow <Vallel> And I'll be your true love forever. <Xarroch> Mage? Which one, there are so many. <Vallel> 'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed <Vallel> When the moon and the stars they were shining <Michelle> Psionics. <Michelle> The one that attacked her. <Jelarthna> The one that attacked Meghan before.. she was just telling us about that... <Zoya> ::glances at Michelle:: I don't think you can just *learn* psionics. I think you have to be born with the ability. <Vallel> The moon shone its rays on her locks of emerald hair <Glossaria> ::eyes light up as she leans quickly over the bar, whispering furiously in Rhys's ear:: <Michelle> Like I said, 'One of these lifetimes.' <Vallel> And she swore she'd be my love forever. <Vallel> It's not for the parting that my sister pains <Vallel> It's not for the grief of my mother <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Maybe your next, ah, "roommate" will be a psionic. <Xarroch> Perhaps... but our little friend here seems to have come into them... whether it came from this Sissra stone or that merely unlocked them, she needs to learn them now. <Vallel> 'Tis all for the loss of my bonny green-eyed lass <Vallel> That my heart is breaking forever. * Rhys gives Glossaria an odd look, picks out a bowl from under the counter and heads back into the kitchen. <Jelarthna> ::blinks a few times:: Meghan? You're psionic now? * Meghan nods to Jelarthna * Vallel finishes singing... then puts his lute back over his shoulder. * Glossaria sits quietly, listening to the song and awaiting Rhys's return. * Rhys returns from the kitchen with a head of cabbage on a plate, and he has filled the bowl with something that looks like water. "Here you are, Glossaria." <Glossaria> ::smiles shyly:: Val, that was beautiful. Did you... did you write that? <Glossaria> For me? <Glossaria> Thank you, Rhys. ::rubbing her hands together over the bowl, touching and sniffing the ingredients before opening her book:: Um... would you mind if I did a small, harmless spell in here? <Vallel> ::grins:: No, I just adapted it to fit you a little better. I like to sing, but I can't write poetry to save my life. <Rhys> As long as you're accurately describing it, no. <Xarroch> The mage... he was dark. A hunter. He had the smell of illusion about him... The only think obviously visible of his face was his smile, even after I knocked him around a bit. ::grins:: <Glossaria> It is, really, you can watch me. ::flipping her book open, scanning a page quickly, tearing it out, and popping it into her mouth after checking to be sure the back is blank. <Glossaria> :: <Vallel> ::watches Glossaria:: <Glossaria> Well, I think it was lovely, Vallel. ::smiling mysteriously:: So I'll make something for you, too. <Jelarthna> hmmm... a hunter mage cloaked in illusion? Sounds awfully dramatic. <Zoya> ::looks at the cabbage and the bowl:: Steamed cabbage? A lovely dish, but hardly romantic. * Jelarthna grins * Vallel laughs. <Glossaria> ::cracks her knuckles and pulls a small silver knife from her belt, carefully slicing the cabbage in two. * Glossaria sticks her tongue out at her mistress. "Romantic is what you make of it." <Michelle> Is he still out there somewhere or did you take care of things? <Zoya> ::chuckles and bows sweepingly to her apprentice:: <Xarroch> After I put him through the wall some automatic defense kicked in. He's good or cowardly enough to have his escape planned. * Glossaria places one half of the cabbage carefully into the bowl, making sure it's fully submersed. With her wet fingers, she traces runes on the countertop around three sides of the bowl. * Xarroch looks at Meghan oddly again <Glossaria> Alright... here we go. Worm-free, this time. <Vallel> ::blinks:: * Meghan offers Xarroch a warm smile * Glossaria holds her hands over the bowl and chants softly, words pouring from her lips in rosy curlicues and diving into the water, a fragrant steam rising where they hit. <Michelle> Could you identify the mage if you ran into him again? * Xarroch begins to smile back, then turns to Rhys <Xarroch> Kick <Xarroch> Wasn't that it? ::grins:: <Xarroch> ::nods to Michelle:: Yes. I would know his scent. <Rhys> Yes, Xarroch. I'll remind you in advance to be careful with the mugs. <Zoya> ::muttering:: I've got to figure out how she does that. Is it unique to her? Would any polymorphed-bookworm-turned-mage do it? Where would I find another polymorphed bookworm turned mage to ask? * Rhys gets a stoneware mug out from under the counter and fills it with mulekick for Xarroch. * Glossaria finishes chanting, licks her lips, and peers under her covering hands into the bowl. "Aha! Perfect!" <Jelarthna> ::grins at Zoya:: We could try it and find out! Any other bookworms in the Tower? * Meghan glances at Gloss curiously * Xarroch nods to Rhys and gulps down the mulekick with a bit of a grin, setting the mug down carefully <Zoya> ::glances at Jelarthna:: I think Glossaria moved her family out after I'd made clear to her the need for most of the books. <Michelle> Good, now all we have to do is catch him and find out what he's up to. <Jelarthna> oh.. ::looks almost disappointed:: That's probably best, really. As nice as you are, Glossaria, I don't know if we could take more than one of you. ::grins:: * Glossaria beams a smile at Vallel, lifting a single, perfect, pink cabbage rose clear of the water. Immediately, its fragrance starts to scent the room. <Meghan> ::smiles:: Gloss it's beautiful <Zoya> ::groans:: Cabbage rose... I should've guessed. <Vallel> How lovely... <Jelarthna> ooo, very nice * Glossaria bows a courtier's bow that would do Jaret proud and proffers the rose to Vallel. "For you, love." <Glossaria> ::grins at Zoya:: And you said cabbage wasn't romantic. <Vallel> Thank you dearest... ::kisses the tips of her fingers:: <Jelarthna> ::laughs lightly:: Anything can be romantic... <Xarroch> ::looks over Meghan a little more closely:: Were you attacked again? <Michelle> How about a compost pile Jelarthna? <Glossaria> And in answer to your question, Jelarthna, no, there are no more bookworms in the Library collection. Well, not *in* the Library collection. * Meghan nods slowly to Xarroch <Jelarthna> ::grins at Michelle:: I'm sure it could be done, but I don't want to turn the feywine. ::takes another long sip:: Well... maybe not. Ummm... it brings life? <Meghan> In the alley this evening. Just one though, I managed to get away <Glossaria> It depends upon your species, Michelle. Housefly maggots find compost and manure piles *very* romantic. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Glossaria:: That too! And where do you keep the bookworms now? <Zoya> Ah... The lover dives into the compost heap to hide himself from a jealous father and brothers... What maiden could resist the sacrifice? (After the lover had cleaned himself back off, of course...) <Xarroch> ::nods seriously to Meghan:: Good, you got away alright. ::looks at the door, then back at Meghan:: <Glossaria> And they *are* warm.... ::shaking her head and looking at Jel again:: In the best tradition of extended families, mine share my rooms. ::glancing sidelong at Vallel:: Although not when Vallel is sharing them as well. ::grinning a trifle naughtily:: <Zoya> ::looking slightly alarmed:: What do you do with your family when Vallel is visiting, Glossaria? <Jelarthna> ::laughs:: Well.. I can imagine I'd feel uncomfortable if the whole family were there for *that* sort of thing. <Glossaria> They stay in a terrarium in the solar, Mistress. Not to worry. They *do* understand about the books. And I make sure they stay well fed. <Xarroch> ::grins at Meghan:: Does anyone here think of her as a burden? ::looks around:: <Glossaria> ::nodding seriously:: Yes. What humans do in sex looks like a worm in its death throes. I wouldn't want to alarm them, after all. <Zoya> ::looks as if she'd like to argue further the safety of her books, but takes another sip of cider:: <Michelle> Consider who a burden Xarroch? <Glossaria> ::catching Zoya's glance:: And *enclosed* terrarium, Mistress. <Jelarthna> ::blushes slightly at Glossaria's comments, quickly looking up to answer Xarroch:: I don't. ::smiles at Meghan:: A friend is never a burden. ::looks around, smiling at everyone:: <Xarroch> Meghan. ::points at her:: <Glossaria> A burden? ::looks at Meghan, sizing her up:: Hmm... perhaps about two and a half reams... <Rhys> Of course not, Xarroch. * Meghan blushes slightly <Michelle> No Xarroch. Why do you ask? <Xarroch> ::laughs:: Just to prove a point. * Michelle shakes her head, "Definitely have to learn that trick." <Glossaria> She's rather large to carry for me, Xarroch. But I imagine she's fine for you. Why do you ask? Are you planning to carry her off? <Jelarthna> ::cocks his head at Michelle:: Which trick is that? * Meghan laughs softly at Gloss <Glossaria> ::looking at Meghan wide-eyed:: What? <Xarroch> ::grins at Glossaria, appraising her:: hmmm.. you could lift for a while I suspect. You're a bit stronger than you look. <Michelle> ::To Zoya:: I thought she was beyond that whole ravishment obsession? <Glossaria> Well, yes, but she's not book-shaped. Awkward load. <Michelle> Psionics Jelarthna. <Zoya> ::to Michelle, sighing:: I did, too.. * Meghan shakes her head at Gloss <Jelarthna> Ahhhh! ::small shiver:: I'll leave it to Tyl, thanks. I'm fine with magic and steel... * Xarroch laughs * Vallel grins wickedly, pulls his lute back into his lap and plays a few bars. <Xarroch> Hard to forget the ::sound of a strangling cat and a garbage disposal::, eh? <Vallel> `Come advise me, dame, come tell me, dame, <Vallel> `My dame come tell me truly, <Vallel> `What length o' tool, when used by rule, <Vallel> `Will please a woman duly?' <Vallel> The old dame clawed her wanton tail, <Vallel> Her wanton tail so ready --- <Vallel> I learn'd a sang in Annandale, <Vallel> Nine inch will please a lady. --- <Vallel> But for a country cunt like mine, <Vallel> In truth, we're nae sae gentle; <Vallel> We'll take two thumb-breadth to the nine, <Jelarthna> oh yes... I don't think I'll ever forget that... <Vallel> And that's a jolly pintle: <Vallel> O pleeze me on my Charlie lad, <Glossaria> ::coughs loudly:: HA! <Vallel> Tway roarin handfuls and bit more, <Vallel> He nudge't it in full rarely. --- <Vallel> But weary fa' the lazy rump, <Vallel> And may it ne'er be thrivin! <Vallel> It's no the length that maks me leap <Vallel> But it's the double drivin. --- <Vallel> Come nidge me, Tam, come nidge me, Tam, <Vallel> Come nidge me o'er the navel! <Vallel> Come lowse and lug your battering ram, <Vallel> And thrash him at my gyvel! <Xarroch> ::blinks and looks slightly confused:: What *is* this noise about? ::glares slightly at Vallel:: <Vallel> Well, I didn't think my singing was quite *that* bad... * Meghan smiles <Glossaria> ::giggling into her sleeve:: If you don't know, Xarroch, I'm sure there are women somewhere who'd be willing to teach you.... * Glossaria collapses into laughter. "Nine inches, indeed!" <Xarroch> I think I don't understand this language well enough. ::shakes his head:: <Vallel> ::grins:: It's... a bit old, actually... some of the words are archaic <Glossaria> It's not precisely common, Xarroch. It's a north country dialect, and old. <Glossaria> ::clearing the laugh-induced tears from her eyes and sitting up straight:: Would you like a translation? <Xarroch> Certainly. <Jelarthna> ::blushes:: err.. perhaps later? <Glossaria> ::Looking at Jelarthna:: But why? You obviously understood it the first time, and it *is* bar song, and this *is* a bar.... <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow:: Indeed. <Vallel> ::grins and whispers to Gloss in a sotto voice:: He's shy. <Glossaria> ::raising her eyebrows at Vallel:: Xarroch? SHY? * Jelarthna mutters darkly and sips the last of his feywine <Vallel> No... Jelarthna's shy... <Glossaria> Oh. ::pauses for a moment:: Maybe he'd be more comfortable if he covered his ears? <Jelarthna> ::small grin:: There's a lot of hear here to cover... <Glossaria> Or... ::trying to be helpful:: I could cast a small globe of silence for you! * Vallel stands up and speaks quietly to Xarroch, complete with some rather explicit gestures. <Jelarthna> No thanks... cast it in here and I probably couldn't hear for a month! <Xarroch> ::shakes his head, still looking slightly puzzled:: And why is this amusing? <Glossaria> ::watching Vallel get up and explain, and pouting slightly:: If you still need a gloss on any of the words, Xarroch, I can provide you with one... I've researched it thoroughly. * Meghan laughs softly at Gloss's statement <Zoya> ::snorts again:: Humans think sex is funny, most of the time. <Vallel> ::shrugs:: Because it's not considered polite to talk about it. So we come up with more subtle ways to talk about it. <Zoya> I don't think "subtle" is quite the right word. <Xarroch> No.. I don't understand why copulation and all of this size business is amusing. But then, sex is ... a bit more dangerous for my kind. <Glossaria> The humor is in the exaggeration, Xarroch. The average human female would, in fact, likely be quite uncomfortable with more than nine inches of penis. Besides, the average male's is only about five and a half inches. * Vallel turns an interesting shade of reddish-blue <Jelarthna> ::hops up and tosses a small pouch on the counter:: Well then! <Glossaria> What? <Jelarthna> ::makes quick bows to everyone, blushing:: I'll come see you soon, Zoya, I'd still love to see and help with your research... Vallel, Glossaria, I'm sure I'll see you both again soon, and I think Meghan will be okay with others to walk her home see you all later! * Jelarthna leaves a bit more rapidly than normal <Glossaria> ::looking mystified:: What's gotten into him? <Meghan> Night Jel <Vallel> ::whispers in Gloss's ear:: <Michelle> 'Night Jelarthna. ::Michelle half sighs to the space Jelarthna used to occupy.:: <Zoya> ::chuckles and waves as Jelarthna leaves:: <Xarroch> ::laughs:: Alright... now *that* was funny. <Zoya> ::laughs:: He begins to understand! It's not actually the sex that's funny - it's the embarrassment. <Glossaria> ::to Vallel:: Oh? OH! Oh, *really*? And? * Michelle looks at the young couple, "I DON'T want to know." <Glossaria> ::frowning at Xarroch:: Do your kind actually *have* sex to reproduce, Xarroch? I thought you spawned. Like fish? <Xarroch> ::grins at Zoya:: I think I understand a bit better now, yes. <Vallel> ::grinning:: Well, that's really their business, isn't it? <Zoya> ::laughs:: Ah, well, no day is a waste if you either learn or teach something. I'd better be going back to my work. I'll see you all later, I hope? <Meghan> Night Zoya <Glossaria> Oh, no fair! ::hitting Vallel's arm:: *You* saw! <Xarroch> ::chuckles:: Some do. I doubt even your books catalogue all of my kind that there are, and the methods of mating and reproduction are varied and occasionally even a bit disturbing to me. <Xarroch> ::nods to Zoya:: You will. <Vallel> Well, why don't you come back to the cottage and I'll tell you about it? Meg? Walk with us? <Michelle> Night Zoya. <Glossaria> Hm... ::getting a researcher's fiery spark in her eye:: Now *that* could be an interesting project.... <Zoya> Good night! <Meghan> Actually ::glances to Xarroch:: If Xarroch won't mind I'll walk home with him * Michelle shakes her head, "I live at the end of a runway." <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow at the couple:: Oh? And will I get to witness human coupling, then? Because I shall be walking home. <Glossaria> Just think about it... an entirely untapped field of research! <Xarroch> ::grins and pats Glossaria on the head:: Trust me.. you don't want to visit the Abyss. * Michelle gets up and heads for the door, "I'm going home before I get anymore confused. Xarroch, will you be escorting Meghan, or should I?" <Vallel> ::looks back and forth between Gloss and Xarroch:: I don't know which one of you is worse... <Glossaria> Well, I wouldn't mind if... ::glancing at Vallel:: hm... I guess I do mind. Sorry, Xarroch. <Xarroch> I will see her home. ::nods to Michelle:: <Glossaria> ::looking slightly frustrated at Xarroch:: But I've never *been* there! Even Jelarthna's been there! <Vallel> Lend him some of your books, dear... I think he can read... ::takes her arm and firmly leads her out of the Hall:: <Michelle> Goodnight everyone. Xarroch, if you run into that mage again, see if you can't throw some kind of tracking spell on him. Assuming you don't catch him outright. <Rhys> It's really not all it's cracked up to be, Glossaria. It's like Sembia. A few touristy hot spots, and the rest is just not worth going to see. * Meghan smiles at Val and Gloss as they walk out <Xarroch> And Jelarthna almost got himself killed many times over... <Glossaria> ::waving helplessly:: I suppose... goodnight, all! Xarroch, stop by the Tower, I'll lend you some reading material! ::calling back through the door:: <Meghan> Night Michelle * Michelle leaves. <Xarroch> I will try. ::sets an oddly designed, rough gold coin on the counter:: * Meghan walks out into the night with Xarroch * Xarroch squeezes out the door and manages to not slam it too hard behind him * Rhys locks the door behind Xarroch, and begins cleaning up after the Patrons. |
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