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* Nacheyla walks in, dressed in full undead hunter battle regalia, including all four of her ioun stones, her black cloak with gold sun embroidery, and her sun pendant. She is currently about thirty years of age. She lights the candles, goes behind the bar, and pours herself a beer. "Hall's Open." * Zoya enters, a slight frown on her face, but stops short just inside the door. "Nacheyla?" * Bai enter and walks to the bar, leaning his staff against the wall before sitting on a stool. "Good evening Nacheyla, what's the occasion?" * Sabrina walks into the hall. She is wearing a dark brown dress with a deep red sash around her waist. She still looks thin but there is color back in her cheeks and she looks as though she has eaten in the past few days. <Nacheyla> Good evening Zoya, Bai... ma'am. Get you something to drink? <Nacheyla> ::sighs:: I have family in town. * Sabrina looks curiously around the Hall and goes to sit at the bar saying softly "Water please" <Bai> Vallel's relatives, or other family? And water will be fine. <Zoya> ::grins at Nach:: Ah, that. I was afraid it would be something more serious. <Nacheyla> ::pours Bai a mug of water:: Here you go. <Nacheyla> ::mock glares at Zoya:: There is *nothing* more serious. <Zoya> ::glances at the water drinkers, then says almost defiantly:: Cider. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Yes, I suppose you're right. * Bai sips his water. * Lisl enters, dangling an earthenware jug by its leather carrystrap over her shoulder. "'Evening all." She plunks the jug down on the counter. "Fill 'er up with Sembian brandy, please, Nach, and a 'kick for me?" * Nacheyla pours another mug of water, then gets Zoya a mug of Cider. * Zoya continues to look amused, but smiles more widely as Lisl enters. "Lisl! How are things?" * Sabrina takes her water and sips it sitting back in her seat * Nacheyla fills up Lisl's jug, then hands her a stone mug three-quarters full of mule kick. <Lisl> Thanks. ::accepting jug and 'kick, and setting the jug on the counter next to her:: You're all gussied-up, Nacheyla. Company? ::turning to Zoya:: I'm well enough, Zoya, but El's caught herself a cold. ::looking rueful:: She *would* go out to stand in the rain.... <Nacheyla> Well, she's not staying with me... ::breathes a sigh of relief:: But I do have an appearance to maintain. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Those desert-dwellers... <Lisl> ::shaking her head:: She's still got a hard time wrapping her head around the concept of death by drowning... she won't go *near* a ship. She's journeyed outside the desert enough, but you know what they say: You can take a girl out of the desert... * Sabrina sips her water quietly listening to the conversations around her <Zoya> ::grins and indicates Nach:: She *says* she doesn't want to be worshipped, but then she gets out her best armor whenever they're around... I don't know what to think. <Nacheyla> ::looks puzzled:: If she's not afraid of drowning, why won't she go near a ship? * Bai shakes his head, "Where I grew up, taking a girl out of the desert was an almost guaranteed way to make her marry you." <Lisl> ::grinning:: Oh, family? Heh. <Zoya> ::to Bai:: Really? Why was that? <Nacheyla> ::glowers some more at Zoya:: This is not being worshipped, this is not having to answer annoying questions about my appearance. <Zoya> ::nods, wide-eyed:: Of course, Blessed Mother. <Nacheyla> Don't you start that... ::shakes her finger at Zoya:: * Zoya laughs, and has a drink of cider. <Bai> Because the only place to take them had plenty of food and water, and the only people who could afford to do it were well enough off that the girl won't have to worry about toiling to eke out an existence. <Lisl> No, no... ::taking a swallow of 'kick:: She's *terrified* of drowning. She just can't conceive of there being enough water to *breathe* the stuff. <Zoya> ::looks curious:: There aren't any wells at *all* in the Great Sand Sea? <Lisl> ::grins at Nach:: Start what, Founder of All? * Nacheyla sighs, then finishes off her beer and pours another one. <Nacheyla> You think you are funny, but you are not. <Lisl> ::chuckles:: Drink something harder, it's faster. * Sabrina lightly smiles at the banter between the women and sips her water <Zoya> No, don't give her advice on getting drunk, for Erdian's sake! I need her sober! * Bai looks quizzically at Zoya, "Why?" <Lisl> Sober? ::taking another swallow of 'kick:: Planning another trip up in that thing? After what happened LAST time? <Zoya> ::shakes her head:: Worse. I'm taking her to face her relative. <Nacheyla> ::groans:: * Sabrina listens more closely sipping her water again <Lisl> Oh. ::grins, putting her mug on the counter and pushing it towards Nach:: Here, you'll need this more than I do. <Zoya> HEY! ::gently intercepts Lisl's mug and redirects it toward Lisl:: She needs to be vertical! <Lisl> Oh, hey! I remembered where I'd-- ::glancing at Sabrina:: uh, seen something like Miyeel before. <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: No, that's okay... maybe in my other form, I'll give it a try. <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow:: Really? Where? <Lisl> ::grins:: Aw, c'mon, Zoya, a good levitation spell... or maybe animate corpse... <Nacheyla> Okay, that's really not funny.... * Sabrina offers a soft smile to Lisl and finishes her water <Lisl> In the woods. Not too far from the crash site. ::muttering to herself quietly:: Thought those honeybees smelled kind of odd... <Zoya> Really? He'll be interested to hear that - it's probably some more of his Hive. * Xarroch opens the door (only barely slamming it open) and squeezes inside, nodding to everyone as he walks ponderously to the bar. * Bai sips his water. <Nacheyla> Not that I need to do anything... I'll just sit there and look approving. You can do all the talking. ::to Zoya:: * Zoya smiles at Xarroch as he enters. "Good evening!" * Sabrina s eyes get wide as Xarroch enters but she stays in her chair <Nacheyla> Xarroch! <Nacheyla> ::pours another mug of mulekick and sets it gingerly on the bar:: <Lisl> ::nods:: Haven't had a chance to go back and check on them yet... I thought it would be better with him along. <Xarroch> ::nods to Zoya with a small smile, which widens with Nach's greeting:: Hello! Thank you, Nacheyla. ::moves in front of the mug of mulekick:: <Lisl> 'Evening, Xarroch. How goes it? <Zoya> ::to Nach:: That's fine. I just want you to make sure everything's on the up-and-up. I'd hate to think Val's father figured out that Glossaria's guardian was wealthy and sent the woman up here to milk me, but I'm not going to fall victim to it just because I'd rather it was otherwise. And, of course, I need you to smile and reassure her that you're okay with this heretic joining the family. ::grins:: <Xarroch> ::nods to Lisl:: Slightly frustrating, but otherwise good. <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: What's this about Val's father? What relative IS this? And why's Zoya doing the talking? <Zoya> ::sighs:: Promise to keep it to yourself? * Xarroch notes Sabrina's apprehension and offers a smile <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow at Zoya and Nacheyla:: What's all this? * Sabrina smiles hesitantly at Xarroch <Zoya> ::glares around the room:: I won't say another word unless you promise not to let it get back to Vallel or Glossaria. <Lisl> ::spreading her hands:: To the grave, Zoya. ::grins a little:: You know I can keep secrets. <Nacheyla> Well, I'm sure that Rostell wouldn't even think about milking you. It's not really his style. I'll bet he doesn't even know she's here at all. * Bai shrugs, "Of course Zoya." <Zoya> ::to Nach:: That's reassuring, but I've never met them... ::frowns:: Surely he'll have noticed she's not at home? <Xarroch> Ahh, family affairs. ::grins at Nacheyla:: That's why the hunting gear, I take it. <Nacheyla> Well, I meant he probably doesn't know she's here to talk to you. <Zoya> ::nods:: Ah. <Xarroch> This is about the wedding of Glossaria and your nephew, Nacheyla? <Lisl> So now that I've sworn my blood oath on the matter, who's this she you're talking about? <Zoya> ::glances at Xarroch, who *hasn't* promised yet, then sighs and shrugs:: Yes. Vallel's mother came to town to discuss certain matters with me. <Xarroch> ::chuckles:: I will not say anything to either of them, Zoya. <Lisl> His *mother*? ::raising his eyebrows:: What's she like? * Sabrina quietly asks for another glass of water <Zoya> She's asked that I keep her presence a secret from Vallel - at least for the time being, which means also keeping it from Glossaria. ::sighs:: I am hoping, after I meet with her, she will rescind that. I hate trying to keep secrets from her. <Nacheyla> Myralynn wants to see what Marsember is like without having Vallel "show her the sights" which is Vallel-speak for "making sure she doesn't see anything she won't like." <Zoya> ::grins:: I haven't met her yet, Lisl. From the letter I received, she seems a very typical mother - anxious that her son have the very best available to him, even if he doesn't know what that means. * Xarroch laughs <Xarroch> She sounds like a bright woman. Are you certain she's not one of your descendants? ::grins at Nacheyla:: <Nacheyla> ::shrugs:: I suppose it's possible, but I hope not. I like to keep the bloodlines healthy. <Lisl> ::grins:: You going to bring her by here, Nach? <Nacheyla> ::looks horrified:: Are you kidding? <Xarroch> ::still grinning:: What? Are we not good company? <Lisl> Bloodlines healthy? ::chuckles and shakes her head, taking another swallow:: You sound like a stable owner. <Zoya> ::laughs:: I don't think that would be a good idea. She's nervous enough about the idea of her son marrying a non-human - what do you think she'd think of *this* motley bunch? <Xarroch> She knows of Glossaria, then? <Nacheyla> Well, ::looks a bit exasperated:: There was a while, about sixty years ago or so, when they decided it would be best if they kept the "holy blood" in the family. ::rolls her eyes:: I don't like telling them what to think, but that seemed like a bad idea to me. <Zoya> ::shakes her head:: Only what she's heard - which isn't much. <Xarroch> And most humans would have a problem with this sort of thing, I take it? <Xarroch> ::to Nach:: Inbreeding? A good way to destroy the blood, that way... ::shakes his head:: <Lisl> "Holy blood"? ::grins wider:: No WONDER the vampires like you, Nach! <Zoya> Anyway, I'm going to meet with her - as Glossaria's guardian - to settle some things, and hopefully put her mind at ease about some others. Since Nacheyla is the "Blessed Mother" ::she grins at Nach again:: I thought having her along would help put her at ease.... Sort of. ::she grins wider:: It's always a boon to have the gods on one's side. * Xarroch chuckles <Nacheyla> ::takes a long drink of her beer:: I am not a god. <Zoya> ::takes a swig of cider:: If she thinks you are, dear, that's good enough for me. <Xarroch> No, Nacheyla... you're not a god. ::reaches over the bar to pat her shoulder reassuringly:: * Nacheyla looks worried. <Lisl> Welll ::upending her mug down her throat:: Much as I hate to drink and run, I'd best get back to El. She's not handling this cold very well. Be back if I can get her to sleep. <Nacheyla> You want me to send some chicken soup over? <Lisl> Good luck, Nacheyla. ::grins:: I think you'll need it. <Zoya> ::nods:: Good night, Lisl. <Xarroch> Farewell, Lisl. Let us know if you find anything else out there. <Lisl> Nah, Goody Bea's on that already. Thanks. <Lisl> Will do. G'night, all! * Lisl hefts the jug over her shoulder and walks out. <Nacheyla> ::puts her head in her hands:: This was much easier when I didn't have a permanent home. I could show up once a year, say hi, everything's fine and go away again. <Zoya> This is what you *get* for showing up once a year and being so mysterious. <Nacheyla> You think so? What do you think I should do differently? <Xarroch> We could arrange a different home for you, Nacheyla... you could come to stay with me. No one here could get there without special aid, and only a few friends know the way there and back. <Zoya> ::takes another drink of cider, looking thoughtful:: I'm not sure. It's been so long... *Vallel* doesn't think you're a god. Maybe you need to be around them more. Let them see that you're human. <Zoya> I don't know that you'd change the minds of *this* generation, but it might work on the young ones. <Nacheyla> I think I'd go insane... Blessed Mother this and Blessed Mother that and "tell my daughter she wants to learn weaving, not play with a sword" and "can you make it rain just a little less often" * Sabrina pushes her mug around the bar staring down at it * Nacheyla looks over at Sabrina. "Want a refill, miss?" * Sabrina nods and says softly "Yes please." <Zoya> ::chuckle:: Well, that's the problem, isn't it? In order to convince them that you don't really know what their daughters should do, or control the weather, you have to be there for them to see it. As near as I can tell, if you keep going the way you have been, you're destined for at least a demi-godhood. <Xarroch> Humans expect a great deal from their gods, do they not? * Nacheyla refills Sabrina's mug. * Sabrina smiles to her "Thank you" <Zoya> ::she considers a little more:: I suppose you could drop out of sight altogether. That would take longer, but probably eventually most of them would turn to other gods. <Xarroch> ::smiles slightly, looking slightly distant:: One way to avoid becoming a god is to serve one... <Zoya> ::eyes Xarroch:: Really? I thought some of the lesser gods were servants of the greater? <Xarroch> Only in the hierarchy of all such things. Some are above, some below. But devoting yourself to a god.. that is another thing. <Xarroch> ::shakes his head:: Still.. it is something you must embrace and truly believe in. <Zoya> ::grins:: There go my aspirations of godhood. <Nacheyla> ::looks at Zoya:: How did Erdian become a god? Does he like it? * Bai shakes his head, "I don't think either approach will work. If you want them to stop thinking of you as a god you're going to have to die...And even that might not work." <Xarroch> ::grins at Bai:: No, that doesn't work. <Xarroch> ::chuckles at Zoya:: Oh really? "Great One" ::does an astonishingly good impression of Miyeel:: <Zoya> Erdian is a god because - as near as I can tell - a clan of tinker gnomes began to worship him before his spirit had entirely dissipated. <Zoya> I don't presume to know whether he enjoys it, though I assume there are certain... perks. <Nacheyla> You couldn't ask him? <Zoya> ::grins at Xarroch:: I'm trying to train him out of that. * Sabrina sips her water <Zoya> ::to Nach:: It's terribly draining to bring even a minor god close enough to speak with directly. I don't generally spend any time on pleasantries when it's necessary. <Xarroch> Ask him? A thought.. I don't know how human gods react to such things... usually it's arduous and uncertain thing to talk directly to a god. <Xarroch> ::grins at Zoya:: Perhaps if your training is successful Nacheyla could try similar methods on her family. <Nacheyla> Oh. ::looks vaguely concerned for a moment:: I wonder if he's lonely. * Bai shakes his head, "I don't know whether I like being able to sit down and have dinner with my god or not." <Zoya> ::nods to Xarroch, then looks back at Nach:: One of the tinker gnomes had an astonishingly wonderful analogy for it, actually: If you imagine that the Ethereal Beings are giants, with a height that matches their power, then summoning one is like throwing a rope around their necks and pulling them arm-over-arm close enough for one's purposes. <Nacheyla> ::blink:: I could see that as being annoying... <Xarroch> ::smiles gently at Nacheyla:: He would not be lonely... there are many other gods and servants to them. <Zoya> ::to Nach:: That's an interesting concept. I don't know. I don't think he'd *have* to be... He could come and visit whenever he wanted, after all, as easily as a Giant could bend over to look at the ants crawling on its toes. * Sabrina finishes her water and pushes back her mug she stands and smooths out her dress before heading for the door <Zoya> ::looks at Bai:: Really? ::cocks her head:: That's interesting. How do you manage that? <Xarroch> Ants crawling on his toes? ::chuckles:: I like that image. * Bai shrugs, "She summons me, or I teleport to her domain." * Xarroch looks over at Sabrina curiously <Zoya> ::grins:: I must remember to offer your compliments to my wordsmith. * Sabrina walks out the door into the night <Zoya> ::nods:: Ah, I see. That would be trying, I'm sure. <Nacheyla> ::looks after Sabrina:: I worry about that girl... she seems awfully... thin. <Xarroch> And very quiet. <Zoya> ::glances toward the door:: And *very* shy. I'm afraid to talk to her, let she bolt again. But I think she's getting better. I could swear I almost saw her smile tonight. <Bai> I suspect she's lived a rather ordinary life and simply doesn't know how to relate to individuals such as ourselves. <Xarroch> Somewhat.. I am wary of frightening her myself. ::grins:: I don't make a very.. approachable human. <Zoya> ::shrugs:: Goody Bea manages. <Zoya> ::grins at Xarroch:: That much is certain. <Nacheyla> ::shrugs:: You could work on your disguise spell just a little harder... * Bai nods, "True. As did Maeli." <Zoya> ::nods:: <Xarroch> Hmmm.. perhaps I should. It was so unnecessary for so long. ::grin:: It is easy to become set in ones ways.. I still feel like I am only just getting used to these human conventions. "Hello" and "goodbye" and such. <Nacheyla> ::looks at Zoya:: I can't help but wonder if showing up in Khymrych with Xarroch in tow would elevate me instantly or make sure I never got elevated at all. ::grins:: <Zoya> ::laughs:: Well, either way, it would be interesting. ::she eyes Xarroch critically:: He'd make a *wonderful* "Demon Consort", oh Blessed Mother. ::she giggles into her cider:: * Xarroch laughs deep and loud, rattling the furniture and walls a little <Nacheyla> ::looks at Xarroch archly:: Are you my demon consort? <Xarroch> I would be willing... ::smiling as the laughing settles:: <Xarroch> ::grins at Nacheyla:: Perhaps it is you who are my consort. <Zoya> I don't think her congregation would take kindly to that idea, Xarroch. <Nacheyla> ::shakes her head:: I don't know that I want to know what would happen to me, if I became a god. I wonder if it hurts. <Xarroch> Perhaps not... <Xarroch> But there is much history of gods who take lovers from the other side. <Nacheyla> ::peers at Xarroch:: Are you trying to encourage me or what? <Xarroch> ::shakes his head slightly:: That I could not say, Nacheyla... perhaps it would be like dying. Or being born. Or both, perhaps. <Xarroch> Just musing the idea of meeting your family, Huntress. ::smiles:: <Nacheyla> Maybe I should spread them out some... ::mussing:: Vallel seems to be mostly normal around me, these days. <Xarroch> Perhaps. And the reasons for bringing them all together are not quite the same any longer, are they? <Nacheyla> Well... ::sighs:: When I was younger, some of my enemies used to try and hurt my children or my husband's sister's children, to try and get my attention and make me come to their traps. No one has attacked the village in nearly eighty years now... I made everyone who tried it very, very sorry. * Bai nods, "A wise tactic...If perhaps tending towards cruelty." <Xarroch> ::nods:: You had good reasons before. <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow at Bai:: Do you mean Nacheyla's actions or those of her enemies? <Zoya> ::nods in agreement as she finishes her cider:: If you don't want to become a goddess, Nacheyla, you'll have to let them get to know you, the way Vallel has. <Nacheyla> ::sighs:: Revenge is not a dish best served cold. It is a dish that you can starve to death eating. * Xarroch nods slowly <Bai> Nacheyla's. <Xarroch> Hmm.. and perhaps if you did not watch over them as much? A powerful protector is often worshipped... <Nacheyla> I couldn't help it. ::looks at Bai with wounded eyes:: They were killing my children to hurt me. How could I let them? <Bai> As are powerful destroyers. * Xarroch nods in agreement with Bai's comment * Bai shrugs, "As I said, a wise tactic. Not knowing the details I can't judge whether it was needlessly cruel or not...But such tactics often are." <Xarroch> I do not believe Nacheyla would be needlessly cruel... and I know I have done far worse. And would again, if need be. <Zoya> ::to Nach:: Well, as you said, no one has attempted such tactics in generations. It might be time to let them guard themselves. <Xarroch> And perhaps watch over them more secretively, if you still must. ::smiles:: <Nacheyla> ::sighs:: I'd make a terrible goddess... I know what you're saying makes good sense, and that really, they should take care of themselves, and the very thought of actually doing it makes me feel sick with dread. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Well, it's your decision to make. <Xarroch> ::smiles:: Because you love them. There is nothing wrong with that. Maybe that actually would make you a very good goddess. <Nacheyla> I do... I love them... ::looks off in the distance:: they are my best hope for everything that I ever wanted. * Xarroch reaches over and squeezes Nacheyla's shoulder <Zoya> ::smiles:: <Xarroch> It must be nice to have a family. ::smiles:: <Xarroch> Even one that tries to make you into a god. <Nacheyla> ::blinks:: You don't have any family? <Nacheyla> How awful. <Xarroch> ::shakes his head:: No.. not like a human family. <Xarroch> ::grins:: Family where I come from is an entirely different thing. * Zoya looks a little mournful. "That's sad, Xarroch. Not even a... a family of the heart?" <Xarroch> A family of the heart? Do you mean friends? Only those of you here. * Nacheyla lays her hand over Xarroch's arm. * Xarroch smiles at Nacheyla <Xarroch> I do begin to understand what I have missed... <Zoya> ::nods:: Friends, or those closer even... ::she shrugs:: I can only recall my birth-parents as an abstract exercise, but nevertheless I had a... a father. <Xarroch> ::smiles at Nacheyla again:: Closer? <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: I'm not your family, I'm your girlfriend. ::pats his hand:: Or something like that. <Zoya> ::smiles:: Yes, closer. ::she chuckles:: And not necessarily *physical* intimacy, either. * Bai chokes on his water. <Xarroch> I am growing to like it, whatever it is. ::pats Nacheyla's hand:: <Nacheyla> ::blinks over at Bai:: Yes? <Bai> Nothing. <Xarroch> ::looks over to Zoya:: I still do not understand what parents are to you humans, though... those who birth you, yes. But there seems more. * Xarroch looks at Bai curiously <Xarroch> Protectors? Teachers? It seems a complex relationship. <Nacheyla> Well, think about it this way... you view Jelarthna the way I view my sons. You might not think about it that way, but you do... you want to protect him, you're proud of him when he accomplishes great things, you fear for him. <Xarroch> ::grins:: Yes, that is how I see him. * Zoya nods. "There is a bond, yes, and I don't know if I can explain it." She nods at Nacheyla's explanation. "But I think it's bigger than that, even. If you had been a part of raising Jelarthna as a child, helped to shape him into what he is today..." She shrugs. <Xarroch> More involvement in infancy forms a closer bond, then? <Nacheyla> ::smiles softly:: Definitely... <Zoya> I... believe so. It's not something I'll know. I left my parents when I was too young to comprehend even the smallest part of what I was losing, and Glossaria is the closest I will ever come to a child of my own. <Xarroch> ::looking thoughtful:: What of this father you mentioned? <Xarroch> I am sorry for your loss, then... Why will you not have a child of your own? <Zoya> ::she smiles again:: My master. Vasiliy Antonov. ::she says the name as if it is a taste to be relished:: He took me as his apprentice and his child. He raised me, taught me everything I know. <Nacheyla> Your parents gave you up to give you a chance at life... you told me so. They gave you everything they could, and it probably hurt them more than anyone could say. <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow at Xarroch, then sighs:: I was sterilized. It was an accident, but reversing it was... not possible. <Zoya> ::looks at Nacheyla:: I know. If I summon my earliest memories, I can remember my mother weeping, night after night, endlessly, after she found out I was a wild mage. As an adult, I learned what those tears meant. But at the time... ::she shrugs:: I knew nothing. <Nacheyla> ::to Xarroch:: That's what family means... it means taking hurts upon yourself because to hurt yourself is less than to see the ones you love be hurt. <Zoya> ::nods:: <Xarroch> ::smiles faintly:: Many think that I am impossible as well... <Xarroch> Self sacrifice, then? ::thoughtfully:: Caring enough to give up yourself for another? <Zoya> ::nods:: More than that. Caring enough to *live* for another. <Xarroch> Ah.. I think I begin to understand. <Xarroch> A little, at least. <Zoya> ::looks back at Nacheyla, and points at the yellow star among her ioun stones:: *That* is family. <Nacheyla> ::nods:: Yes, Duriel is definitely family... <Xarroch> ::shakes his head and sighs slightly:: It is a hard thing. <Xarroch> ::smiles at the yellow star:: I might still pretend to want to eat it, though.. it's funny when your Duriel-star bobs hides behind you. <Zoya> ::nods:: It's a hard thing for a lot of humans, too, Xarroch, and we're *built* for it. Keep trying: it is a thing worth understanding. <Xarroch> ::nods:: It seems to be, yes. <Nacheyla> ::duriel bounces up and down, making nyah nyah noises:: * Xarroch laughs <Zoya> Ah, well. Enough for tonight. ::she stands:: Nacheyla, will you come by the Tower in the morning, so we can pay our visit to Mistress du'Nache? <Xarroch> Maybe your miniature giant space hamster will be easier to threaten? * Nacheyla nods, frowning speculatively. "I have a lot to think about." <Zoya> ::snorts:: That thing is too dumb to be afraid of anything. ::reconsiders:: Or maybe it's so dumb it's afraid of *every*thing. <Xarroch> ::grins:: Likely the latter. <Nacheyla> ::sticks her tongue out at Zoya:: I like Manfred. He's small and cute and furry. What more can you ask from a pet? * Bai finishes his water and stands, picking up his staff. "Goodnight everyone." <Zoya> Could be. ::She heads toward the door, waving:: Good night, friends. I'll see you tomorrow, Nacheyla. <Xarroch> ::nods to Nacheyla:: If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know. * Bai heads out the door. <Xarroch> Good night, Bai. * Zoya leaves, muttering, "*Manfred*, she names it. Just be grateful there isn't another..." <Nacheyla> ::waves to Bai:: * Xarroch pulls out a small and relatively recent gold coin and sets it on the counter, smiling at Nacheyla <Nacheyla> You could stay tonight, if you wanted. I don't think I'm very good company for myself right now. * Nacheyla puts the gold in the lock box and starts shooing the mugs back towards the kitchen. <Xarroch> I would be glad to... perhaps we could talk more of family.. and friends. <Nacheyla> ::blows out the candles:: Let's... * Xarroch waits for Nacheyla, then goes with her to the door, opening it for her. * Nacheyla locks the door and walks into the night, her ioun stones whizzing around her head. |
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