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* Rhys walks in from the back room, lighting lamps and the fireplace before unlocking and opening the door. "Hall's open!" * Glossaria enters the Hall backwards, tugging Zoya lightly by the hand. "Come ON, Mistress, it's been AGES since you've been out! The dizzybugs will keep, I promise, the Staff is watching them." * Rhys watches Glossaria and Zoya enter, one eyebrow raised. "Dizzy... bugs?" * Zoya enters with Glossaria, an amused expression of long-suffering patience on her face. "I've come this far, I might as well go through the door, Glossaria..." * Vallel follows slightly behind his wife, grinning from ear to ear but not saying anything. <Zoya> Zoya is extremely tall - well over six feet - and thin to the point of emaciation. Despite a face in the mid-30s, her hair is completely white, except for a single lock behind her left ear, which is bright purple. She is wearing a white robe with wide sleeves which sparkles in the dim light and is almost mildly hypnotic; and around each wrist she wears stylized manacles, each of which trails a handful of links. She wears no jewelry or weapons. * Felice bounds through the door, "Hello everyone!" * Zoya smiles at Rhys. "Rhys, it's good to see you again. Ale, please?" <Rhys> Ale it is, Zoya. Glossaria, Vallel, anything? * Glossaria is wearing a light grey cloak over a darker grey gown (to hide the ink stains). A quill is tucked into her wild lime-green hair, just above the ragged knot of a makeshift bun. * Rhys pours Zoya a mug of ale and sets it in front of her. <Zoya> Thank you. ::takes the ale and sips before leaning against a stool and turning to her apprentice:: Happy, now? <Vallel> Given the women he lives with, Vallel is depressingly normal looking, about six foot with dark brown hair cut short, and a small goatee. He wears a gold hoop in one ear and dresses in plain clothes, usually in brown and white shades. <Glossaria> ::turns, smiling at her success, and removes her cloak to hang it on a peg on the wall.:: Very happy. Thank you, Mistress. ::smiling, and mock-scowling:: It's for your own good, you know. <Zoya> ::grins at Felice's bouncing entrance:: Good evening, Felice. You're in good spirits. * Felice is about five feet tall and humanoid. She wears a halter top and short shorts...Over a fur coat. Two cat ears are perched on top of her head, and a tail swings lazily behind her. Her fur is patterned after a Siamese cat, though the longer hair on her head is more reminiscent of a lion's mane. * Fosst enters the Meadehall, and removes his thick, stone-gray cloak, hanging it on a hook near the door. He adjusts his white tunic and wipes his brow before going over to take a seat at the bar. <Glossaria> ::turning back, regarding Rhys with a smile in her black eyes:: I believe I've reached S, Master Rhys. Suggestions are welcome. <Rhys> Evening Felice, Fosst. Can I get the either of you, anything? <Zoya> ::raises an amused eyebrow at Gloss:: My own good...? * Fosst looks briefly at Felice before returning to a strained expression of nonsurprise, and nods to Rhys. "Good evening--water, please, with oranges." <Rhys> I thought you'd already had sake for 'S', Glossaria, or have you drunk your way around the alphabet since I saw you last? <Vallel> ::sitting down at the bar:: Evening, Rhys... don't suppose I could get dinner? The Kitchen had a temper tantrum today... ::he shudders:: <Glossaria> Yes. Regular social interaction is very important. * Felice smiles at Zoya, "Yep." <Zoya> ::looks at Vallel with some surprise:: It did? I didn't notice anything... <Glossaria> ::blinks, and pulls out her notebook:: Oh, heavens... I'm sorry, I... ::glances sidelong at Fosst:: I-- must have misplaced that page. T, then. <Vallel> ::shaking his head:: Mistress Zoya, the gods defend me from having to agree with my wife more often, but you need to get out more. <Rhys> Of course, Fosst. ::he pours him a mug of water, ducks into the kitchen, and comes back with an orange for Fosst, which he sets in front of him, whole:: * Felice bounds over to the bar, hopping up and sitting on top of it, "CREAM!...please?" <Glossaria> ::grins at Vallel and kisses him on the cheek:: I always find you agreeable, love. <Zoya> ::laughs a little defensively:: I'm not *that* bad... It's just what with that trip last month, I have a *lot* of work to catch up on. <Rhys> In that case, I said you were interested in.. tequila, Glossaria. * Fosst nods courteously, and begins to peel them by hand, surveying the crowd of different faces with a cursory glance. * Rhys looks at Felice blandly. "Cup or saucer?" <Glossaria> Tequila... ::flips a few pages forward in her notebook:: Ah! ::with a sparkle in her eye:: With the agave worm in the bottle? <Rhys> It's generally served that way, correct. * Felice shrugs, still smiling brightly, "Which ever." <Vallel> ::ticks back on his fingers:: I count it as being a little more than a week since you actually left the lab. * Rhys pours Felice a cup of cream. <Zoya> A week? Really? ::sips her ale, then ticks back on her own fingers:: I could have sworn it was only about four days. * Felice takes the cup and drains it, "Thank you Rhys...can i have more?" <Glossaria> ::mildly:: One typically defines a "day" as one full rotation of the planet, Mistress, *not* the amount of time that passes between sleep periods. * Rhys sets a shot glass in front of Glossaria, pulls a bottle out from under the bar, and fills the glass with the liquor. "Here you are, Glossaria." <Zoya> ::eyes Glossaria:: You're getting cheeky. Don't you have enough work to do? * Sabrina comes through the door breathlessly. She is wearing a dark blue cloak that is ripped on her left shoulder, showing her red dress through. She leans back against the door, eyes closed and clutching a dagger in her left hand. <Glossaria> ::wide eyes:: I merely state the accepted facts as I have discerned them, Mistress. <Vallel> ::leaps to his feet:: Brina! * Felice bounds over to Sabrina and licks her face, "What's wrong?" <Zoya> ::snorts and picks up her ale again:: I'm not sure I- ::breaks off as she sees Sabrina:: By the- What happened to you, child? * Fosst rises, and approaches Sabrina. "Wh--what's all thys?" <Glossaria> ::straightening:: Sabrina! ::looking her up and down quickly, eyes going to the rip in her left shoulder:: Are you injured? Do you require healing? ::one hand hovers over a pouch at her waist that crinkles as her fingers brush it:: * Sabrina slides down to sit, her back still against the door. She blinks and looks to Felice. * Felice tilts her head looking at Sabrina curiously, "What happened?" * Sabrina holds up her hands "I'm ok." She blinks and looks at Felice again. "I think someone did not like my singing." * Felice grins, "Are they still outside?" * Fosst lowers his brow seriously. "Who?" <Vallel> ::blinks:: That's really criticism.... <Glossaria> ::frowns:: Physical violence is hardly the accepted medium for a music review. ::cocks her head:: Well, except in certain drinking establishments... * Sabrina shakes her head a bit and pushes herself up. "I don't know. As soon as I could get away I headed for the hall." * Felice frowns, "Maybe I can still find one or two of them." <Vallel> ::fending off Felice:: Come in, Brina... sit down... ::eyes her:: Nice accessory, but you can put it away now... ::smiling at her:: * Felice carefully opens the door so as not to hit 'brina and runs off into the night. <Glossaria> ::nods:: Wise... ::looks around at Vallel:: We should get her to a chair, the floor can't be comfortable... ::sliding her arm under one of Brina's to support her:: * Zoya watches Gloss and Vallel, and decides they can handle the situation. She picks up her ale again and sips, keeping an eye on things. * Sabrina brushes herself off and frowns at the rip in her cloak. She looks up at Val and then down at her dagger. She tucks it back into her boot and goes to sit, smiling a bit at Gloss. "I'm ok really. Just a bit shaken is all." <Glossaria> You're certain? Perhaps something to drink? * Fosst watches Felice bound off, with one hand on the door. Slowly and softly he closes it, and returns to his seat. "Shaking involves no knives. What, at least, did they look like?" * Sabrina nods at Gloss and looks over to the bar. "Could I get some water please Rhys" <Rhys> Of course, Sabrina. ::he pours her two mugs of water, and sets them next to each other on the bar:: * Sabrina looks to Fosst "They had robes of some sort on. Said something about singing in public being bad and I shouldn't be doing it. That perhaps I needed to be cleansed." <Vallel> ::blinks:: Oh, lovely. <Glossaria> ::frowns slightly:: "Cleansed"? ::glancing apprehensively at Vallel:: Like... when Charoli...? * Sabrina goes and takes one mug, drinking the water down and then replaces it on the bar. She takes the other and drinks only a bit of it. <Vallel> ::pulling Gloss to him in a sudden embrace:: Don't think about that... ::breathing into her hair:: That's over. * Fosst thinks on it a moment, and nods grimly. "Duly noted." He drinks some water. <Zoya> ::snorts:: Maybe you should report them to Milil's temple. I'm sure the Lord of Song would be interested in a group who feel public music is bad. ::she smirks:: <Glossaria> ::hugs Vallel back:: I hope so. * Sabrina removes her cloak and takes it to the door, hanging it on a peg. she turns back to the room and takes a deep breath before going back to the bar. She places a hand on Fosst's shoulder and gives it a squeeze as she passes him. {Thank you for your concern} * Fosst nods. {My concern is the least I can offer you, Miss Sabrina. Are you sure you are safe from them?} * Sabrina takes her water and takes another sip. She turns back to Fosst. {For now yes. I will have to mention it to Kevil and see what he knows of it.} <Zoya> ::glances over at Sabrina and Fosst's change of language, then stands and approaches them.:: Excuse me, Sabrina... ::to Fosst:: You are the Uthgardt my friend told me of, yes? The one with the ring? <Vallel> ::glances over at Brina:: My soon-to-be brother-in-law is having a familial crises at the moment, Brina. <Glossaria> ::blinks, and looks from Sabrina to Fosst with a somewhat puzzled frown, lips moving:: North-western language stem... Icewind Dales? No, stronger gutturals, more primitive grammatic structure... Uthgardt? * Sabrina nods to Zoya and turns to Val "Hum? What's wrong?" <Vallel> ::laughing:: Unless I miss my guess, he's about a day away from meeting my father. ::shudders:: * Fosst looks up at Zoya, and double takes. {So tall, and not Uthgardt--? er--} "Yes, that is myself." He smiles. "Pleased to make your meeting. You are, miss?" * Fosst raises an eyebrow casually at Glossaria. <Zoya> ::half-bows, smiling:: Zoya Natovna, priestess of Erdian and - to my occasional dismay - mistress of Erdian's Tower. ::she smiles:: If you recall Master Talarin, to whom you gave the ring - I am the friend for whom he asked it. <Glossaria> ::offers Fosst her own curtsey:: Glossaria duNache, Mistress Zoya's apprentice and Tower Librarian. ::regarding him curiously:: How did an Uthgardt come to be in Marsember? * Fosst replies, "Kevil, of Talarin? Then that is his family name." <Zoya> ::considers:: Well... The matronymic - his mother's name. That is how his people trace lineage. * Fosst smiles politely. "An extended trip at sea." <Fosst> "Really? Oh." He sips his water. "Yes, it is to him the ring was given. He asked it for you, Miss Zoya?" <Glossaria> ::nods, wide-eyed:: Extended indeed. <Zoya> Yes, and I wished most heartily to thank you for it - though I understand you were well rid of it. But it has been of great assistance in my researches. ::she sticks one hand into her sleeve, roots around a bit, and retrieves the ring, somehow repairs without a single seam:: To be honest, I thought I was the *only* mage who had done any significant advancement into duplicating psionic effect- ::she breaks off with a grin:: But I won't bore you with shop talk. I only wanted to thank you. * Sabrina glances between Zoya and Fosst while she sips her water * Fosst nods. "For what good the ring has brought you, you are welcome to it. I am glad that, for once, such magyc can bryng better thyngs." He coughs. <Vallel> ::grinning at Zoya:: Yes, but who, other than you, had ready access to a lot of psionics? <Zoya> ::nods:: What is in this ring ::she tucks it back into her sleeve:: will help me completely re-design my spells intended to protect against psionic attack. <Glossaria> ::absently:: The i is pronounced as a short vowel: thing. Was it for the ring that you came to Marsember, Master Fosst? I've never seen an Uthgardt. Not even in Waterdeep. <Zoya> ::gives Vallel a dry look:: I was fighting illithid when you were in your cradle. I didn't start out with a ready supply of willing test subjects. * Sabrina grins a bit at Zoya <Glossaria> ::grins and tucks her arm into Vallel's:: *I* did. <Zoya> ::eyes her apprentice, then rolls her eyes and picks up her ale again:: * Fosst regards Glossaria as he finishes an orange slice. "I have been practicing the vowels." He smiles politely again. "The removal of my ring was a blessing from a kind friend, Nacheyla. I have since decided to stay here longer, in Marsember." <Vallel> ::looks over at Fosst:: * Sabrina smiles {You sound very much better} <Zoya> ::to Fosst:: Well, in that case, in repayment for the ring, please do call at Erdian's Tower if there is any service we can do for you. * Fosst genuflects. "I thank you for the kindness you extend. Perhaps, we will speak of it more later--I am interested in many new thyngs, here." <Glossaria> ::nods in eager second to Zoya's offer:: The Tower Library is quite extensive, although no comparison to Candlekeep, of course. If there's anything I could help you research, I would be delighted. <Fosst> {Thank you, Sabrina--practicing with you has helped significantly. Your Uthgardt has been doing very well, I must say--do you practice with Lisl also?} <Zoya> ::nods:: At any hour. ::she grins:: I rarely sleep in any case. ::she smiles:: And now I will cease interrupting your conversation with Sabrina. ::she smiles at Sabrina before moving back down the bar toward Glossaria and Vallel:: <Vallel> ::looks around to see where Rhys might have placed dinner:: * Glossaria looks from Fosst to Sabrina again, the fingers of her right hand twitching spastically as if to work out a sudden cramp. * Sabrina shakes her head a bit {I have not had a chance. But practicing with you the other day was a great help} <Zoya> ::musingly:: I wonder if Felice caught up with some of those fellows... ::consideringly, to herself:: I really *do* think they sound like something Milil would find interesting... Maybe I'll drop by tomorrow. * Rhys notices Vallel's wandering gaze. "Hungry, Master duNache?" <Vallel> Starving... like I said, the Kitchen had a tantrum... * Fosst smiles warmly. {I've never fancied myself a teacher. You are very apt to learn, much as I would think Master Kevil might say as you are to sing.} His expression shifts slightly. {Is this the glossary you told me of earlier? Who has the many books she doesn't sell?} <Zoya> ::looks back over at Vallel:: You *did* say that. What was it fussing about *this* time? <Rhys> Venison, perhaps then? How do you like it done? <Glossaria> ::picking up her glass and her bottle and creeping down the bar a little ways, closer to Fosst and Sabrina:: Um... excuse me, Master Fosst? <Vallel> ::to Rhys:: Rare, but not Lisl rare, please. * Sabrina finishes her water and laughs lightly {Yes} She turns to Gloss. "Gloss Master Fosst is very interested in speaking to you about your library." <Zoya> ::grins at Rhys:: Stroll *slowly* through the kitchen for him. <Vallel> ::back to Zoya:: I'm not entirely sure, Mistress... something about the onions. I didn't stay, as it was chucking pots. * Fosst finishes his water, and turns slightly to face Glossaria, with a vaguely expectant look on his face. <Zoya> Onions? ::frowns, then shrugs:: I wouldn't have stayed, either. ::grins:: I wouldn't have set foot in it to begin with, actually. I *can* be trained. <Glossaria> Oh? ::straightening a little, studying him alertly:: I only wanted to ask-- I'm aware that some people can find it offensive-- would you mind terribly if I took notes? * Sabrina grins * Rhys disappears into the kitchen and comes back a few minutes later with a slab of piping hot venison on a plate, with two puffy rolls stuck on the side of the plate. "Here you go, Vallel. Sorry about the delay." <Vallel> ::grins:: Not to worry... ::begins making quick work of dinner:: * Fosst restrains <Fosst> ::an overly polite smile:: There are more... exemplary, Uthgardt to be found than I, Miss Glossaria. But I find no offense in your action. <Vallel> ::to Zoya, his mouth about half-full of venison:: I was checking... last time the Kitchen went off, it was because one of the gnomes... Klish, I think, was trying to borrow some pepper. <Zoya> When was that? Really, I try to stay out of the Kitchen's way, but I thought I would have heard something if one of the gnomes was involved <Fosst> "I would take no more offense if you wished to ask anything specific." * Sabrina moves to sit behind Fosst, offering Gloss her stool. <Vallel> ::shrugging:: A few days after you left, Mistress. As I rescued him with nothing more than a sprain, I didn't think it was worth mentioning. ::glances at her:: I'm sorry. Should I have? <Glossaria> ::shaking her head:: Oh, I know not to make an exemplar of one sample, Master Fosst. It's only that-- well, I've never had the opportunity to hear *any* native Uthgardt, and I'm working on a reconstruction of the correct pronunciation of Low Netheril, and all I've had to work with is Halruaan, which is more *High* Netheril, and... ::blushes:: I'm sorry, I'm babbling again, aren't I? * Fosst says to Sabrina, {Don't worry--if she's as interested in the language as I think she is, we can still practice and kill two waste-panthers with one spear.} <Zoya> Oh, while I was gone. ::she shakes her head:: No, as long as everything was resolved, that's fine. I thought you meant more recently, and usually the Staff reports these things to me. <Vallel> ::breaking apart his roll:: If I reported everything odd that happened while you were away, it'd take most of the week just to read through it, in which case, more odd things would have happened. ::he winks at Zoya:: * Sabrina smiles and nods to Fosst. She glances to Rhys "Could I have the pitcher please?" <Glossaria> ::blinks:: Curious... that's the same idiomatic pattern used to the south... maybe there really *are* some common linguistic denominators... <Rhys> Of course, Sabrina. ::he pours her a pitcher of cold water:: <Fosst> {That's a bit fast for me, but I think it's the accents.} "I do not know babble, the word. Yes, if that is what you desire, I can assist you with the language." <Zoya> ::laughs:: Well, that's true... Even the list of *unusual* oddities gets long, some weeks. ::she takes another sip of ale:: Hmm. Rhys, I think I've gone dry here... Another? <Sabrina> {It's like speaking on and on with no real direction} <Rhys> Surely, Zoya, surely. ::he refills her mug with more ale:: * Sabrina pours herself another glass of water. <Fosst> {Oh! Aah, now I see. Yes, I suppose she was.} * Sabrina giggles and looks to Gloss. "Have you talked with Lisl at all? She is very good at speaking Uthgardt." <Zoya> Thank you! ::she hefts her mug in toast to Rhys before sipping again:: Well, then. If I've been tucked away in my lab for as long as a week, you'll need to tell me what's happening. ::she grins at Vallel:: Though I see for myself they haven't slapped another anti-magic sphere on the city. <Glossaria> Oh... ::blinks, and cocks her head to one side:: Babble, a verb. To-- ::pauses:: Yes, that's essentially it. Though the word is not entirely accurate, because I generally *do* have direction in my speech. The difficulty is that I often take a more... random path than many are comfortable with. * Sabrina nods as she sips her water. <Vallel> ::considers:: Kevil and Loria bought a house and are headed to Khymrych to upset my father. The Music Box is doing well enough that I've had to put a hold on commissions in order to get everything done. Not much, really... * Fosst asks, aside to Sabrina, {Are there many people with purple hair in Marsember--? It's... very different from things I've seen, even here.} He looks quickly at Zoya. {Or pink, for that matter.} <Glossaria> And yes ::nodding to Sabrina:: I've spoken with Mistress Lisl, but I believe her accent is somewhat corrupted. * Sabrina nods. {They are the only ones that I know of} She looks to Gloss. "She is they only one I have heard, besides Fosst, but I do her the differences." <Fosst> {It's just a bit rustic, is all.} "How is it, you know so much about Uthgardt language, but have seen so few of, us, Miss Glossaria?" <Zoya> ::grins and nods:: Yes, I heard about the house, though I've yet to see it. I wish Kevil joy of your father, Vallel, though I don't think he'll get it. And I'm pleased to hear about the shop. ::grins wider:: That's it? No monsters erupting in the canals? No new slave rings off the shore to crush? <Glossaria> ::shakes her head:: Sylvan or wood elves occasionally have green hair, Master Fosst, but I am unique. ::smiles:: An accident of... birth, you might say. * Fosst fiddles with a toothpick in his mouth before pouring himself another glass of water. {Accidents of birth, eh? Familiar ground.} "I see--it is a rare gift, then." <Glossaria> ::blinking:: I'm a librarian and a researcher, Master Fosst. I'm interested in everything. But lately, as I said, I've been spending some of my spare time reconstructing Low Netheril. * Sabrina glances at Fosst and then turns her attention back to Gloss. <Glossaria> It is a... side effect of a rare gift. ::smiles and touches one hand to her hair:: <Vallel> ::stuffing another bite into his mouth:: Not that I've heard about... seems pretty calm, actually. <Fosst> "I see. Why do you say, reconstruct, and not learn?" <Zoya> Hmm... ::she watches Vallel eat another few bites:: I'd better tighten the wards. It must be the calm before the storm. <Glossaria> Because Netheril has been buried under the Great Sand Sea of Anauroch for 2,500 years, although some maintain that splinter states survived for another 1,500 years past that. Halruaa and your own Uthgardt are remnants of those people. But-- no native speakers of the original tongue exist today, to my knowledge, so I have to reconstruct it. Especially Low Netheril, the speech of the common people, many of whom were illiterate. <Fosst> "Oh--I see. Very interesting." ::drinks some of his water:: <Glossaria> ::cocks her head to the other side:: The original Netheril were a society of mages. Which is partially what brings me to posit that Uthgardt is derived from the common people, rather than the rulers. <Vallel> ::eyes Zoya dubiously:: We're not allowed to just have quiet time? That's tiring... * Fosst coughs. "A wise deduction." * Sabrina listens carefully to Gloss. She glances sidelong at Fosst and then looks back to Gloss. <Fosst> The people who practiced the ghost-arts are not embraced widely in Uthgardt, Miss Glossaria. <Zoya> ::grins at Vallel:: Well... You would think so, but it never seems to *happen* that way, does it? <Glossaria> Alternatively, the Uthgardt could have descended from the mages who, as a result of a cataclysmic magical event-- such as that that may have buried their city-- have turned away from magery and declared it taboo. ::sighs:: In which case, I have to keep looking for a linguistic source.... <Vallel> ::laughing:: Why can't it go storm in Water... in Suzail, for a while... ::looks a bit pensive:: <Glossaria> ::shakes her head:: No-- but ghost-arts are... psionics, are they not, Master Fosst? "Mindbenders"? <Zoya> ::smiles sympathetically and pats Vallel's shoulder:: She'll be fine, Val... <Zoya> ::glances over her shoulder at Glossaria:: That's an offensive term, Glossaria, please... * Fosst finishes his water, and brushes a hand at his hair tersely. "Art-of-ghosts is rare and, unpleasant blessing in the vein of my people, Miss Glossaria. Few who gain ghost-favor and learn of it live to see the moon turn twice." <Glossaria> ::turning:: I'm aware of it, Mistress Zoya. But unfortunately, some people are more aware of the offensive term than the correct one. * Sabrina looks thoughtful as she pours herself another mug of water. * Fosst smiles politely. "Try me, Miss Glossaria." <Zoya> ::sighs:: All right... ::she turns back to Vallel:: Bluestar's keeping an eye on her, you know. <Glossaria> As I said-- psionicists. But psionicists are not mages... why do your people dislike psionicists? <Vallel> ::nodding:: I know... I can't decide if that makes me feel better or worse... Tyl's likely to roast someone if she finds they're following her. And the followers are all friends of mine. <Zoya> Bluestar was her very first teacher - you think he doesn't know what she's capable of? He'll have reinforced their shielding. ::she smiles:: It will be all right. <Fosst> Ask, Miss Glossaria, an Uthgardt to show what is different betwixt magycs and art-of-ghosts. ::raises his eyebrows slightly:: What, suppose you, is the reply? <Glossaria> ::holds up a finger:: Ah, but what difference do they see, then, between magic and *priestly* magic? They are, after all, far more closely related than magic and psionics. And your people do respect priests, do they not? They follow the Beast Cults...? <Fosst> {Shamans aren't priests...} <Zoya> ::to Vallel:: Excuse me a moment... ::she turns back to Glossaria:: You're expecting logic and rationality again, Gloss. <Glossaria> ::blinks at Zoya:: Well... yes. <Zoya> ::shakes her head:: I *know* we've had this discussion before... Stop it. <Vallel> ::laughs quietly, finishing off his venison:: <Glossaria> ::sighs:: It's an irrational human argument again, isn't it? * Fosst turns from Glossaria to finish off his oranges, while he has the chance. <Zoya> ::nods, smiling:: Shamanic magic is acceptable because it is practiced by the shamans, who are trustworthy because they are shamans. Don't expect it to get any more logical than that. * Sabrina looks from Zoya to Gloss, smiling a bit. She swipes a piece of Fosst's orange before he can finish the whole thing. <Glossaria> But-- ::sighs, and slumps down in her chair:: Yes, Mistress. <Zoya> ::grins at Vallel and takes another drink of her ale:: * Fosst looks irritably to the side, and sees Sabrina snatching the orange. He relaxes and chuckles in spite of himself. <Glossaria> ::sitting up again suddenly:: But what if a ghost-arts-master were a shaman? <Zoya> ::under her breath:: *much* better question. * Fosst finishes his water and replies calmly, "Then his skyn would be flayed from his misfortunate bones and a living pyre would serve his fynal passage," and sets down his glass. <Vallel> ::shudders:: That sounds uncomfortable. * Sabrina frowns and nods "Very uncomfortable" <Glossaria> ::puts a hand to her mouth, and shudders:: For... blasphemy, yes? <Zoya> ::looks back over at Fosst with a blink of amazement:: * Fosst regards Glossaria levelly. "For ghost-favor. Are you satisfied, Miss Glossaria?" * Sabrina bends close to Fosst and whispers softly to him. <Glossaria> ::thinks for a long moment, her expression somber:: Whoever gave you that ring, then... was saving your life. * Sabrina looks to Gloss and nods just a bit. <Zoya> ::shudders and turns back to her ale, muttering to Vallel:: There, you see...? It could be worse - she could be in Uthgardt. * Fosst smiles politely with unsmiling eyes. "Perhaps." * Fosst looks to Sabrina, and nods. <Glossaria> ::cocks her head:: Or... preparing against your bringing vengeance with your death? <Zoya> ::sighs:: Glossaria. * Fosst becomes interested in an apple. <Glossaria> ::lowers her head:: I'm asking too many questions again, Mistress? <Zoya> I believe you may have passed the boundary between polite, general questions, and into impolite, personal ones, yes. <Glossaria> I'm sorry. ::head still lowered:: I didn't intend offense, Master Fosst, please forgive me. <Vallel> ::wipes his mouth:: Thanks Rhys... excellent as usual. <Rhys> Ah, glad you enjoyed it, Vallel. Do you need something to top it off? <Zoya> ::eyes Vallel:: You let her drag me along just so *you* wouldn't have to yank on her leash, didn't you? * Fosst swallows a piece of apple. "I was not offended, Miss Glossaria." He wipes his brow. "You were curious, only." <Vallel> ::spreading his hands:: Would I do such a thing, Mistress Zoya? <Zoya> ::snorts and drinks the last of her ale:: <Vallel> ::to Rhys:: No thanks... I was only mildly ravenous... <Glossaria> ::nods, looking sad:: My greatest social failing. * Sabrina smiles to Gloss, patting her arm lightly. <Glossaria> Well, that, and saying improper things to the wrong sort of company. Although I'm better *much* better now about comments of intimate sexual nature. * Rhys cleans away Vallel's plate. "Well, I'm glad that what I served was able to sate." * Fosst chuckles. "Really, now?" <Zoya> ::winces and woodenly ignores Glossaria's comments:: * Sabrina blinks at Gloss's comment. <Glossaria> ::nods, not noticing anything wrong:: <Vallel> ::absently kicks Gloss in the shins:: * Fosst shrugs. "We both have much to learn about this place, then." He sips his water, and glances at Sabrina. <Glossaria> ::starts, turning to look at Vallel:: Ow! * Sabrina nods a bit and finishes her water. "It seems one is always learning new things in this place." * Vallel smiles, twiddling his thumbs with feigned innocence. <Glossaria> I'm not going to stop learning new things until I cease to be... although... ::looking pensive:: In a way, that will be a new thing, too... <Glossaria> ::narrows her eyes at her husband:: You look too innocent. What did you do? Or what did *I* do? <Sabrina> That's an interesting way to view death Gloss. <Zoya> ::nudges her mug toward Rhys:: I think it's time we left. ::she smiles at Rhys:: Thank you. <Vallel> ::kisses her on the cheek:: Just... take a deep breath, Gloss, love. <Rhys> Good night Glossaria, Vallel. Have a good walk home. * Fosst says something aside to Sabrina, and sips his water. * Glossaria obediently takes a deep breath, and lets it out again, still frowning a little at Vallel. <Vallel> ::hugging her with one arm:: You're just a little excited again, love... try and relax. * Sabrina smiles absently at Gloss and Val, and then bends her head close to listen to Fosst. <Glossaria> Oh. ::shifts her stool closer to Val's, and leans her head on his shoulder, reflexively sliding her quill out of her hair before she does so:: * Sabrina smothers a giggle and shakes her head a bit. <Glossaria> ::looks up:: Oh-- I'm sorry. Are we leaving? <Sabrina> Goodnight Zoya, Gloss and you to Val. <Zoya> ::smiles at Val and Gloss:: A pretty tableau. Shall I go on ahead and leave you to follow? <Vallel> ::grinning, he takes Gloss's arm:: We're coming, Mistress Zoya... <Glossaria> ::smiles:: One moment... ::pauses by her forgotten drink:: Sip or shot, Master Rhys? <Rhys> Shot, Glossaria. Definitely shot. * Rhys sets a wedge of lime on the counter next to the shot glass. <Zoya> ::smiles at Sabrina:: Good night. Oh- Sabrina, I'm sure you'll see Kevil when he gets back to town before I will... When you see him, would you ask him please to stop by the Tower? I have a thing or two to discuss with him. * Sabrina smiles "Perhaps we can visit later in the week Gloss. If you have the time" <Glossaria> Lime? Before or after? * Sabrina nods to Zoya. "I will be sure to pass along the message Mistress Zoya" <Glossaria> ::nods:: I'm always glad to make time for guests. <Rhys> Suck on it after. It's supposed to... well, you'll find out. <Zoya> Thank you. ::she turns to Fosst and half-bows again:: It was a pleasure to meet you, Master Fosst. You are welcome at Erdian's Tower. <Glossaria> ::nods, taking a deep breath and picking up the glass:: Haele! ::tips her head back and takes the shot, face taking on a bit of a surprised expression as she grabs for the lime and sucks on it:: * Zoya waits patiently by the door for Glossaria to finish her drink and catch up. * Glossaria puts the glass down, panting a little. "Oh... my." She looks at the bottle longingly. "That was good!" She turns, a little guiltily. "Coming, Mistress Zoya!" * Sabrina smiles and waves. <Vallel> ::laughing, Vallel tucks his arm around Gloss's shoulder, dropping a few silver coins on the bar:: Come along, love... <Glossaria> ::smiles:: Yes, dear. ::grabs her cloak on the way out:: * Fosst chokes on some water, and coughs for a moment. * Sabrina stands, and smiles to Rhys. "Very nice seeing you again Rhys. You should try and stop by the store this weekend, and see your little figurines in action." <Rhys> I may. We'll see. Are you all right, Fosst? * Sabrina glances to Fosst "Walk me home?" * Fosst nods, lightly hitting his chest once or twice. "Strange water it is, in Marsymber." He chuckles, and stands. <Rhys> We get ours from... elsewhere. Water out of the canals has to be chewed before swallowed. * Sabrina giggles and goes to get her cloak. * Fosst smiles. "Thanks much for the water, and the oranges. I believe I am taking a walk tonight." He goes to get his cloak. * Sabrina wraps her cloak around her and waves to Rhys. "Goodnight Rhys. Thank you." <Rhys> Have a safe walk. Sabrina, keep an eye out for those men, and tell the guards if you see them. * Sabrina nods "I'll be sure to" <Rhys> You watch out, too, Fosst. * Sabrina slips out into the night. * Fosst dons the thick garment, and makes another awkward wave to Rhys. "Have no worry, sir. Good evening." He turns, and exits with Sabrina. * Rhys trails the northerner to the door, and locks it behind him before heading back into the kitchen to clean up. |
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