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* Nacheyla walks in, one hand to her lower back. She takes her cloak off and hangs it on a peg, her pregnancy now clearly visible. She waves the candles alight, then goes behind the bar. "Hall's open." * Philister stamps in, coughing into a tattered, dirty handkerchief. He squints at Nacheyla. "We've met, haven't we?" * Tarri enters, hanging her cloak on a peg by the fire before walking to the bar. She smiles shyly at Nacheyla. "Good evening." <Nacheyla> ::nodding the Philister:: I believe so... ::grins at Tarri:: What can I get you both? <Tarri> ::considers:: Chamomile tea? With *lots* of honey, please? * Philister waves at the taps. "Meade, ale, beer, whatever comes out of those nowadays." * Lisl enters, clad in her usual dark green hunting suedes, and leans her bow-staff in the corner. "Evening, all. 'Kick, please, Na--" She stops, and blinks in surprise. "Philister!" * Nacheyla puts a mug on the red plate on the bar, putting water and a tea bag in. For Philister, she fills a mug full of reddish beer. "Here you are." * Tarri smiles at Philister and nods courteously. Good evening... <Tarri> ::turns as Lisl enters:: Lisl! Hi! * Philister raises his mug to Lisl. "Lisl, to your health. Not that you need it, of course, but I'm feeling polite today." <Lisl> ::grins, taking a stool next to Philister:: Good to see you, old friend. Where have you been keeping yourself? <Nacheyla> ::pours a stone mug with kick, resting it on the table lightly:: * Philister jerks a thumb over his shoulder. "Still at the Barrelstone. I think I'm part owner in it now. Or maybe they've just forgotten I'm supposed to pay let on the room. Whatever." * Tarri snags the corner of the teabag and dunks it up and down in the water. <Lisl> ::chuckles, accepting her mug from Nach with a nod of thanks:: Gods... I haven't seen you in... what, a year, at least? You should come by more often. ::gestures around to the Hall:: * Nacheyla reaches under the bar and pulls out a crock of honey, sitting it next to the mug. <Tarri> ::smiles:: Thank you. <Philister> Oh, really? I thought I was just in... earlier than that, I suppose. What have you been up to, anyways? Your usual hair-raising antics, I suppose. <Lisl> ::shrugs:: I must have missed you. The usual, I suppose... terrorizing the local deer population. * Tarri picks up the crock and considers the spoon resting in it, then shrugs and just pours about a quarter of the honey into her teacup. * Philister snorts. "As if they need it." <Lisl> ::grins:: Well, I'm supplying a good quarter of the restaurants and cook-stalls in the city now, so *someone* obviously needs it. * Sabrina steps into the hall and shrugs off her cloak. She hangs it up and brushes her hair back, tying it back into a ponytail before walking over to the bar and taking a seat at the end. * Lisl looks sidelong at Tarri. "Go easy there... you alright?" * Nacheyla takes another mug of hot water, dumping a small packet of green powder into it. The liquid flashes a brief, bright red, before subsiding into a dark brown, meaty-smelling broth. <Tarri> ::smiles at Lisl:: I skipped dinner so I could come and visit tonight. I'm just getting in some energy for my shift tonight. <Tarri> ::smiles brightly as Sabrina enters:: 'Brina! ::she waves:: <Nacheyla> ::smiling at Tarri, taking a sip of her broth:: Would you like some dinner? ::pours a mug of water for Sabrina, pushing it down the bar towards her:: * Sabrina smiles a bit "Hey Tarri. It's good to see you got out for a bit." <Lisl> ::nods:: Well, I keep things stocked up in back... you should eat something. ::smiles:: Evening, 'brina. How'd it go with Kevil? * Yb prances through the door. She's wearing a frilly white dress with pink petticoats and a pink sash tied in a loose bow around her waist. Light motes and snow flakes swirl in the air around her crystal staff. <Yb> HELLO EVERYONE!! <Tarri> ::smiles shyly at Nacheyla:: If it's not too much bother, please. I don't need much. * Philister chuckles at Lisl. "You should have them advertise. Venison supplied by Lisl. Or not, I suppose. You tend to try to avoid the spotlight." <Sabrina> Thanks Nach ::She takes the mug and drinks most of the water:: Hi Lisl. Things went very well. I should thank you for talking to him before i did apparently. <Nacheyla> ::sighs slightly before giving Yb a smile:: Good evening, Yb. * Philister gently leans over and rests his forehead on the bartop. * Yb twirls to the bar and bounces at Nacheyla, "Can I have something bubbly?" <Lisl> ::snorts:: No, advertising isn't for... hells. <Tarri> ::winces and glances around as Yb bellows her greeting, a flicker of dismay showing on her face before she forces herself to a poker-face of calm:: * Sabrina glances up at Yb before drinking the rest of her water * Nacheyla nods, pouring Yb a mug full of bright pink liquid, small bubbles snapping out of it. "Here you are, dear." <Nacheyla> ::pushes the mug to Yb, then heads to the kitchen:: I'll be right back, Tarri. <Tarri> ::pulls the teabag from her cup and sets it on the plate, then takes a gulp of tea:: Thank you, Bl- Lady. ::she takes a deep breath and turns to Sabrina with a faint grin:: Well? * Sabrina looks up at Tarri. "Well?" * Lisl glances around the bar, and looks faintly alarmed as Nach heads into the kitchen. "Hello, Yb." * Yb takes the mug and sips it, smiling at everyone, "How is everyone?" <Tarri> ::raises her eyebrows at Sabrina, then glances around:: Did you talk to him? * Philister quietly wishes he could shift, chameleon-like, and blend into the bar. <Lisl> ::warily:: Well enough, Yb. And you? * Sabrina nods as she runs her finger through the water ring on the bartop. "Yep" <Tarri> And...? * Yb shrugs, "Alright. I can't seem to find Moon Dancer or Vallel anywhere though." <Sabrina> And he said he wanted to be friends. ::She looks up:: He seemed surprised and asked to think on it. ::she shrugs:: * Yb sips her soda, still smiling brightly. <Lisl> Moon Dancer's... not around anymore. ::frowns a little:: And Vallel's married. You remember Val being married, don't you? * Yb blinks a few times, "Oh...I suppose I can't sit and sigh dreamily watching my husband can I..." <Lisl> ::eyes widening a little, sounding more wary:: Which husband would that be, Yb? <Tarri> ::smiles and pats Sabrina's hand:: Friends is good! It's a good place to start... ::she smiles almost mischievously:: * Yb thinks and starts counting backwards and forwards on her fingers. * Sabrina smiles a little and nods. "Yeah, it is." * Nacheyla comes back into the bar, laden down with a heavy tray. She places the tray on the bar, revealing a half dozen potatoes, split in half and stuffed with cheese and bacon, a small basket of fried and breaded vegetables, and a platter of steaming, sliced, rare roast beef. A loaf of bread, a few dips, and some mustard sits on one side of the tray. * Philister surreptitiously lifts his head off the bar to sneak a sip of his reddish beer before gently lowering it again. * Yb bounces and smiles at Lisl, "Number Eight." <Tarri> ::blinks at the platter of food, then tentatively reaches over and snags a slice of bread:: <Lisl> ::blinks:: Eight? You have more than one? At once? * Yb frowns, "Umm...I'm not sure. They keep disappearing." * Sabrina pushes her empty mug back to Nach "Could I have some more please?" * Nacheyla refills Sabrina's mug. <Sabrina> Thank you. <Lisl> Well.. ::frowning:: Does Number 8 have a name? * Yb thinks a few more moments, then bounces again, "Vallel!" <Sabrina> ::smiles at Tarri:: So how long did they let you out for? * Tarri butters her bread thickly, then dips it into the crock of honey as she grins at Sabrina. "I skipped dinner so I could come for a visit. I'm on shift in a couple of hours. <Nacheyla> ::looking up briefly:: Vallel is the eighth, actually... ::dunks a fried bit of zucchini into a white sauce:: * Sabrina nods "Can I walk you back? It will be nice to chat some." <Tarri> ::smiles and nods:: Sure! I had to promise Dawnlord Mysaria I'd find someone to walk with me, anyway. * Yb looks at Nach and bounces, "You know Vallie? Where is he?!?" * Philister reaches out, scooches over, reaches out, scooches over again, reaches out, grabs a potato, and does a quick double-scooch back to where he started, his head not leaving the bartop. <Lisl> ::patiently:: Vallel is someone else's husband, Yb. ::giving Nach an odd look:: Eighth what? You didn't... ::glances at Yb:: Marry *them*, did you? <Sabrina> ::grins:: I have my own personal bodyguard, picked by Kevil. We should be very safe. <Nacheyla> ::smiles at the stealth food snitcher:: Vallel is the eighth Vallel, of course. And I'm not sure where he is, actually. <Lisl> ::looks relieved:: Ah. <Tarri> ::blinks:: Master Kevil got you a *bodyguard*? Why? <Lisl> ::mutters quietly:: Just trying to imagine a circle with Yb *and* Gloss is enough to set my hair on end... <Sabrina> Because of the ::She pauses:: Oh I guess I didn't tell you yet. <Philister> ::quiet eating noises come from Philister's lowered head:: * Fosst steps in the door tentatively, and removes his light brown cloak, hanging it on a rack by the door. He looks around at the room momentarily, and then enters. "Good evening, all." <Tarri> ::takes another bite of bread:: Tell me what, 'Brina? <Nacheyla> ::smiling up at Fosst:: Good evening, Master Fosst. How fare you this evening? <Sabrina> A few nights ago ::She glances at Fosst then back to Tarri:: I got taken from the square, by those priests. * Fosst grins broadly and nods to Nacheyla. "Good to see you again, Mistress Nacheyla. I am--well, this evening. Might I have some water and two oranges?" <Tarri> ::eyes widen:: Oh, no! What happened??!? * Lisl glances over her shoulder towards the door, glances at Yb, and back to the door, with a look of alarm. With her hand down at her side, she makes shooing motions towards Fosst. * Sabrina shrugs. "They got me outside the city. Lisl and Fosst came after me, but I was able to get away. Lisl mostly scared them away." * Fosst eyes Lisl's motion with a dubious expression, but complies, and bends his path naturally away over to sit near Sabrina. * Nacheyla gets Fosst a mug of water, then picks a few oranges out from under the bar, juggling them absently before setting them down near Fosst, along with a wooden bowl for peels. <Tarri> ::glances at Lisl, then looks back at Sabrina:: You weren't hurt, were you? ::she reaches absently for the pouch hung at her side:: * Yb very graceful walks over to Lisl and places her palm on Lisl's forehead, "Chaos' kiss upon you Lisl." * Sabrina smiles and shakes her head "Kevil gave me some ointment for my wrists." she holds out one arm to Tarri. "They are better" * Sabrina smiles at Fosst as he sits "Hi Fosst." * Nacheyla glances over at Yb and Lisl, faintly alarmed. <Fosst> "Thankee." ::takes a long drink of water, and begins to peel an orange, and smiles to Sabrina:: "Hello. You are faring well, then?" <Tarri> ::takes Sabrina's hand in both of hers and peers with professional detachment at the remains of Sabrina's rope-burns:: Hmm. They look okay... ::she looks up as Sabrina greets Fosst, smiling suddenly:: I finally get to meet the famous Fosst? * Sabrina nods. "I am well thank you. Fosst this is Tarri." * Yb perches on the bar, "So, who wants to go out and steal treasure, I mean smite evil?" <Tarri> ::smiles brightly at Fosst:: I'm glad to meet you! * Lisl shudders, drawing back from Yb's touch and saying something that sounds very nasty in an unknown language. * Fosst turns to Tarri and nods politely. "I am pleased to meet you--my name is Fosst." * Sabrina glances past Tarri to LIsl, curiously * Philister again does some sneaky drinking, a bit startled to see Yb sitting on the bar. * Lisl grabs for her stone mug, tilting it back and downing over half its contents. * Yb looks down at Philister, "Do you want to save the world?" * Fosst chews thoughtfully and looks at Tarri. "Are you--a priest?" <Tarri> ::takes another bite of her bread as she eyes Fosst, her eyes twinkling mischievously:: * Philister belches a bit in surprise. "I'm still trying to save 5 silvers a week. I'll let someone else save the world." <Tarri> Oh, no. I'm training at the Morninglord's temple, but I'm just going to be a healer... ::she glances over her shoulder at Nacheyla with a shy smile:: My devotions are elsewhere. * Sabrina grins at Tarri. "In Waterdeep still?" * Yb jumps off the bar and takes Philister's hands, "That's the spirit! Why with that kind of enthusiasm, OOO! Stars!" Yb starts trying to catch the light motes and snowflakes swirling around her staff." <Tarri> ::giggles at Sabrina's comment and nods:: Him, too. * Sabrina chuckles and nods. * Lisl gets an odd look on her face, putting the mug down quickly to cover her mouth as she has a sudden coughing fit. <Nacheyla> ::laughs, then draws a sudden breath, her hand dropping to her stomach:: Ow. * Fosst nods slowly, and eats another slice of orange. He comments to Sabrina in Uthgardt, {Then healers are not also priests..?} <Tarri> ::looks back over at Nacheyla:: Lady? Are you all right? * Sabrina looks at Fosst {I am not sure if it is always the case, but in this instance not.} * Nacheyla nods. "Baby's kicking." * Yb picks up her staff and starts swinging at the light motes, somehow managing to avoid tables, chairs, and people. * Lisl bends nearly double over her hand and the coughing fit subsides. She keeps the hand in front of her face, staring at it as if she'd never seen it before. * Sabrina glances over at Yb as she snags a piece of Fosst's orange and eats it. <Tarri> Ah... ::she nods in what she thinks is understanding, then looks back at Sabrina and Fosst, cocking her head curiously at the conversation she can't understand.:: * Nacheyla pats Tarri on the shoulder absently, then heads over to Lisl. "Are you all right?" * Fosst swings back to Sabrina. "Hey! --You're getting faster." He chuckles a little, and drinks some water. * Philister puts his head back down on the bartop. "Thank you, Garl Glittergold and Baravar Cloakshadow. Thank you, thank you, thank you." * Sabrina glances back to Fosst "Faster?" <Tarri> ::giggles at Sabrina:: * Lisl stares at her hand, tipping it forward a little to show Nach what's cupped in her palm. Her voice is hoarse. "No, I don't think so..." * Fosst nods solemnly. "I almost didn't notice." * Nacheyla looks at Lisl's hand curiously. * Yb gets frustrated and stamps her foot before muttering in elvish, {So, going to be that way are you...} * Sabrina licks a bit of juice from her finger "Notice what?" she grins. <Tarri> ::reaches over to the platter of food and snags a piece of cheese:: <Nacheyla> ::raises her eyebrows:: Could be worse. <Tarri> ::giggles again:: * Yb starts tracing a pattern on the floor in white flame with her staff. * Sabrina smiles at Tarri. * Fosst peers a little at Philister from over the rim of his mug, and visibly struggles to supress a giggle. <Nacheyla> ::looking up:: Yb... stop that. ::puts one hand on the bartop:: * Lisl glances over her shoulder at Yb, and back at Nach, wide-eyed. "*Worse*? What did she *do* to me?" <Tarri> ::glances over at Yb nervously, then snag's Sabrina's sleeve:: Um... Let's move away from... whatever that is. * Sabrina blinks and then nods at Tarri. * Yb strikes her staff against the floor in the middle of the pattern which vanishes with a crack of thunder. A moment later it begins raining inside the Hall. * Tarri edges down the bar, away from Yb, pulling Sabrina after her. <Nacheyla> Oh, for pity's sake! ::exasperated:: Yb! <Tarri> OH! ::she looks up at the rain with dismay and puts her hands over her head:: * Sabrina is pulled and follows after Tarri. She whispers "what's wrong?" * Philister gets off his stool and underneath the edge of the bar. * Sabrina blinks again and looks up. * Lisl ducks her head, glaring back at Yb. "By Erdian..." * Yb sits down on the floor, setting her staff down and begins molding some imaginary substance. * Fosst lowers his mug as he raises one eyebrow, and lifts one open palm to catch a handful of rain. "Does this happen often, as well--?" <Tarri> ::mutters to Sabrina:: She's a mage, and she's completely mad. She thinks she's married to Val! * Sabrina raises an eyebrow and glances to Yb before nodding. "Oh" * Lisl looks up in puzzlement as the downpour of rain splits somewhere over her head, falling *around* her instead of *on* her. * Nacheyla looks very annoyed, soaked to the skin within moments. Her eyes gleam redly. "Yb, make it stop." <Tarri> ::shivers and steps a little closer to the fire:: * Yb blinks at Nach and in a little girl voice says, "But I haven't finished making mud pies yet." * Fosst examines a thoroughly moistened orange in one hand, and sets it down. He stands up and scratches his now wet and ratty mass of black hair. * Sabrina stays close to Tarri and giggles "Perhaps we should go outside." * Philister reaches up above the bar and retrieves his beer before it gets even more watered down than it already has been. <Tarri> ::grins weakly at Sabrina:: It's *cold* out there! * Lisl puts her hand over the mouth of her mug of 'kick. <Nacheyla> ::snapping her fingers, Nacheyla summons an umbrella, tossing it to Tarri absently:: Yb... I'm pregnant and now I'm wet. Could you *please* make it stop raining? * Sabrina nods and giggles again, waving Fosst over to the fire. * Fosst nods to Sabrina. "In a moment--is it raining upstairs? I think I'll change..." * Tarri catches the umbrella only slightly clumsily and unfolds it, sitting cross-legged in front of the fire. She grins at Sabrina. "Come on; there's room for you too." * Sabrina shrugs "I dunno. This is a first for me too." * Yb blinks at Nach for a few moments then the rain stops and the Hall brightens as if the noon sun was shining through the ceiling. Yb races over and hugs Nach, "CONGRATULATIONS!!!" <Tarri> ::blinks and almost reluctantly drops the umbrella, though she leaves it open, holding it almost as a shield between herself and Yb.:: <Nacheyla> ::wringing out her long hair over Yb's head:: Thank you... * Yb bounces at Nacheyla, "What's it like?!?" * Philister pokes his head out from under the bar. "Whoa. Too bright." He huddles back under the bar. * Fosst brushes some water off of him, and heads for the stairs, sopping the ground as he goes with wetly slapping steps. He disappears into his room. * Lisl growls, removing her hand from her mug and shaking her head. * Sabrina watches after Fosst for a moment and then looks to Tarri "So what do you think?" * Nacheyla looks at the ruined remains of her dinner tray. "It's very tiring." <Tarri> ::watches Fosst with a bemused expression as he heads up the stairs, then grins at Sabrina:: He's awfully quiet. What was that language you were speaking? * Lisl takes another cautious sip of 'kick, putting her hand over her stomach. * Yb frowns, "I'm sorry." Yb puts a coin purse into Nach's hand. "Could you give that to Vallie. I didn't mean to get him pregnant." <Sabrina> ::nods::Uthgardt. It is his native tongue. He's been teaching me. <Sabrina> ::Smiles and looks back towards the rooms:: I like that he is quiet. * Lisl snorts, and takes another, larger swallow from her mug. <Nacheyla> ::blinks a few times:: All right, Yb. ::sneezes suddenly three times:: <Tarri> Wow. You learn fast. It took me *months* before I could really do more than say "hello" or "pass the bread" in elven. <Lisl> ::glances sidelong at Nach:: Bless you. * Sabrina smiles at Tarri "Yeah, it just seemed to come easily to me. Like learning new music." * Nacheyla disentangles herself from Yb, peering into the coin purse curiously. * Philister comes out from under the bar, his hood pulled up over his head to shade his eyes. He tilts his stool so the water pooled on top runs off before he clambers up it to sit down on it, thunking his mug on the bar. "'keep, when you get a chance, can I get a fresh mug of whatever this was?" * Fosst steps out of his room, wearing an almost identical outfit. He has a large towel wrapped around his hair that runs down his back like a two-foot-long turban, which bounces slightly as he descends and takes his seat near but not close to the fire. <Nacheyla> ::nodding, she gets Philister another mug of beer before getting several towels out from under the bar, taking one and briskly rubbing her head and face:: <Tarri> ::grins:: It's neat. What- ::she breaks off as Fosst re-emerges, looking up at him from her perch on the floor in front of the fire:: Wow. Is your hair really that long, or couldn't you find a smaller towel? * Fosst shifts away from the fire a little, and adjusts the cuffs of his white shirt. He's wearing thin black trousers, a black vest, and a white chemise. He looks up at Tarri's question, and smiles slightly. "It is rather long, yes. Something of a life-long habit." He reaches over to the table and snags an orange. <Lisl> ::shakes her head, muttering to herself:: * Philister has a healthy swig of his beer, and sighs contentedly. <Tarri> ::runs her hand through her own short blonde hair with a faint sigh:: Mine used to be long, too, but... ::she shrugs:: Oh, well. San likes it, and with the training, it's easier to keep it short. <Nacheyla> ::sneezing again:: Yb, if you've given me a cold... * Sabrina glances to Fosst and then back to Tarri. "Excuse me a minute." She disappears up the stairs and to her room. * Lisl finishes her mug of 'kick, and looks plaintively at Nacheyla. "Another, Nach?" * Yb starts dancing around the Hall singing in a combination of elven and some other language. <Nacheyla> ::nodding, she pours Lisl another mug of kick:: Ow. ::puts her hand on her stomach:: Stop that, you! ::she shakes a finger at her bulging middle:: * Fosst nods to Sabrina as she gets up, and his left hand flies up to catch his slipping towel. As he adjusts it, he replies to Tarri, "Is San your--master, then?" <Lisl> ::nodding her thanks to Nach as she keeps a wary eye on Yb:: He's probably responding to *her*. <Tarri> ::blinks at Fosst, and twists the ring on her finger:: He's my... my fiance. We're going to get married, when he's done with school. * Yb trips over her staff and falls to the floor with a flash of light. * Lisl does a double-take, glancing over her shoulder at Yb again as the lyrics of her little ditty register. She blushes. * Nacheyla looks over at Yb. <Tarri> ::winces away from the light, half-lifting her still-open umbrella, then peers over in Yb's direction:: * Lisl flinches back. * Yb pops back up, holding her staff once more, "Where am I?" * Sabrina reappears wearing a deep green colored dress. Her hair is loosely piled on top of her head. She blinks at the flash of light and makes a wide arch around Yb, going back to sit near Tarri. <Tarri> ::sighs, shakes her head, and turns her attention back to Fosst:: <Fosst> Oh! Forgive me for the mistake, then. ::finally settles his towel, and sits relatively still. He begins to stare at Yb, but breaks off and shakes his head:: Do you live in Marsember, then? <Nacheyla> ::mutters:: Kansas. * Philister huddles his shoulders tightly together and continues to try to disbelieve Yb. * Lisl closes her eyes and shakes her head. "Aerdrie shield me..." She raises her voice. "You're in the Meade Hall, Yb." <Tarri> ::nods:: I'm from Khymrych, but I live in Marsember now. <Tarri> ::grins at Sabrina as she re-joins them by the fire:: That's pretty, 'Brina. * Sabrina smiles "Thanks. It's my favorite." * Yb tilts her head and turns to look at Lisl, "Do you hunt dingoes?" * Fosst nods, and looks at Sabrina as she approaches. "Yes, it is quite nice." * Sabrina flushes a bit "Thanks" <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: Not usually, Yb, no. <Yb> Where are you? <Tarri> ::glances at Sabrina and grins before looking back up at Fosst:: You're from... Uth... ::she frowns uncertainly:: Uthguard? * Nacheyla recovers her broth, eyeing the pale brown liquid dubiously. "Damn it, Yb... " She tosses the watered down broth into the grill under the taps and proceeds to mix another batch. * Fosst asks something crass to Sabrina in Uthgardt. <Lisl> I'm in the MeadeHall too, Yb. ::narrowing her eyes:: And if you take it into your head to send me elsewhere, I'm going to be *very* upset with you. * Fosst replies to Tarri, "Uthgardt, yes." He smiles. "It is quite far away--by boat, at least." * Sabrina glances at Fosst and shrugs a bit shaking her head. <Tarri> ::glances between Sabrina and Fosst curiously at the Uthgardt comment:: Why'd you come to Marsember? * Yb turns and looks at the remains of the dinner tray, "Food?" * Sabrina sneezes. * Lisl glances over her shoulder at Fosst, shaking her head and grinning a little. <Tarri> ::absently fishes a scrap of bandage out of her pouch and hands it to Sabrina:: Bless you. * Fosst finishes chewing an orange quarter and swallows. "Uthgardt held very little in the way of interest for me. My father gave me his blessing to travel, and so I have." * Sabrina takes the cloth "Thank you." She blows her nose and then slides the cloth into a pocket. <Nacheyla> ::grumbling:: That's not food anymore, Yb, you killed it. ::picks the tray up and takes it back into the kitchen:: <Tarri> Oh... Well, I meant, why *Marsember*... But it sounds like you've been all over... ::she smiles:: <Lisl> ::calls:: Nach? Hack me a bit of venison, while you're back there, please? * Yb follows Nach, pulling flowers out of the air and depositing them on the dinner tray while singing an elven dirge. <Fosst> My accent is very deceptive if I sound to have been all over, Miss Tarri. I had studied this language for many years in Uthgardt, and so I was able to learn the proper accent in only about one month's time. This is my first journey out of Uthgardt--you see, many trade ships came to a port where I hail from, and the ideal starting point seemed to be Marsember. * Philister just has some more beer. * Sabrina stands and steps over to Lisl, sitting near her. "Hey Lisl." <Nacheyla> The roast beef doesn't have any grieving children, Yb. ::she closes the door to the kitchen pointedly behind her:: * Philister leans sideways in his stool towards Lisl. "You doing all right?" * Yb blinks at the door stupidly. <Tarri> Oh... ::thinks about this for a moment, then nods:: I didn't know ships came to Marsember from Uthgar-gardt. What trade? ::she smiles sheepishly:: I don't think I'd even ever *heard* of it until Sabrina told me about you... * Lisl takes another long swallow of 'kick. "I've just been cursed by a future incarnation of Chaos... you tell *me*." <Fosst> There is a swift trade in spices, weaponry, and fruit, to be sure. Many other goods in smaller quantity. Mainly such goods, for the rich. ::takes his mug from the table, and chuckles when he realizes why it's full again. He sips from it:: * Philister raises his mug to Lisl. "To your health, then. You probably do need it now." <Lisl> ::glumly:: Thanks. ::takes another swallow of 'kick:: * Sabrina sits back a bit and smiles at Philister. <Tarri> Oh.. ::she smiles and shivers slightly, scooting back a little to be closer to the fire:: How long are you going to stay in Marsember, then? * Nacheyla comes back from the kitchen, nearly running Yb over with the door. She drops a plate of venison in front of Lisl. <Lisl> Thanks, Nach. ::pulling her boot dagger and slicing off a strip of meat, swallowing it with a minimum of chewing:: * Sabrina shrugs a bit and heads back over to Tarri. * Yb taps her staff against the floor and shrinks down to mug size, then drops her staff and starts climbing the bar to get to the mugs. <Lisl> Yb! * Tarri picks up her half-forgotten teacup and takes another big swallow, grimacing slightly now at its oversweet taste. * Lisl sticks her knife in the bar, taking a deep breath and letting it out again. * Fosst watches the bizarre display with lurid curiosity, but nods in greeting to Sabrina as she returns before returning to watching Yb try to climb the bar. <Lisl> Yb, you don't tend bar here. Get down from there, please. * Philister drinks some more beer and holds his mug off the bar. * Nacheyla leans over and picks up the mini Yb curiously. * Yb pouts, "But they're my friends." * Tarri watches Yb with a blank face, but sighs slightly. * Sabrina smiles at Fosst and snags another piece of the orange before she sits. * Lisl glances at the nervously jostling mugs. "So ask Nach to bring you one. Patrons don't belong on that side of the bar." <Yb> But they're my FRIENDS! ::tries to stamp her foot, her voice whining:: <Nacheyla> ::setting the mini-Yb on the bartop:: Right. * Fosst comments quietly, {What a show!}, and reaches for the last slice of orange that seems to have disappeared. He raises a questioning eyebrow at Sabrina. * Yb looks up at Nach. * Nacheyla holds one hand over Yb and says something in a fluid language. <Lisl> Yb, this is a tavern, not a playground. Have a seat, and ask Nach for a mug, if you really want to play with one. * Sabrina glances at Fosst and offers him the slice back, smiling. * Lisl yanks her knife out of the bar, cutting another generous slice of raw venison and biting into it a little savagely. <Nacheyla> :: a pair of monarch butter-fly wings sprout out of Yb's shoulders:: There. Now you look the part. * Tarri grins at Sabrina and Fosst. * Fosst looks solemn as he breaks the piece of orange in half, and offers one of them to Sabrina, eyebrow still raised. * Yb claps her hands and starts flying around the Hall. * Philister puts his hand over the top of his mug. * Sabrina smiles a bit more and takes the half {Thank you} * Tarri turns toward the fire to dry the still-wet front of her robes, putting a hand over her mouth as she grins. * Lisl ducks warily. "Aerdrie above, hear me..." * Fosst continues to look solemn as he pops the other half into his mouth and begins to chew it. Then he flashes a grin briefly before glancing at the fluttering, flitting Yb. {Tell me, Sabrina, how the Hall can afford such entertainment. Her payment must be exuberant!} * Nacheyla grins, watching the faerie-yb. * Lisl shakes her head, taking another long swallow of 'kick. * Sabrina ducks a bit as Yb flies past. {Umm I don't know. I have never seen her before.} <Tarri> ::glances between Sabrina and Fosst again curiously:: * Yb flies over to Tarri, perching on her shoulder, "So what's your heart's desire?" * Lisl glances over her shoulder at Fosst. {Yb's not an employee. She's a curse.} <Tarri> ::jumps and looks a little wild-eyed:: I, um... ::she tries to look at Yb without going cross-eyed:: Why? * Sabrina glances over at Tarri and Yb. <Nacheyla> Yb... ::with a note of caution:: * Fosst looks over to Lisl. {Is that so--? My curse was much less entertaining.} He chuckles a little and takes another sip of water as he turns back to the fireside group, and sits up in surprise to see the miniature Yb standing on Tarri's shoulder. * Lisl looks alarmed. * Tarri looks increasingly nervous. * Sabrina slides a bit closer to Tarri and slides an arm protectively around her waist. * Yb smiles at Tarri, "Because I'll tell you how to achieve it." <Lisl> Yb... leave her alone. * Philister has some more beer. <Tarri> ::smiles nervously at Sabrina:: I, um... I already *have* my heart's desire, Yb. ::pleadingly:: Go.. Go talk to someone else...? * Yb turns around, facing Lisl but still sitting on Tarri's shoulder, "What? I'm just trying to give her the benefit of my wisdom." * Yb leans back so she can look at Tarri, "What's your heart's desire then?" * Sabrina looks curiously at Yb. <Tarri> ::glances briefly at Yb, and fidgets with the ring on her finger, then suddenly grins, if still a trifle nervously:: *Not* to be married to Vallel duNache. <Lisl> ::winces, watching Yb carefully:: * Nacheyla shakes her head slightly at Tarri, then takes another sip of her broth. <Tarri> ::grins at Nacheyla:: No offense. * Yb blinks, "Well that's easy enough. Don't marry him. Geez, people have such pedestrian desires now a days." * Yb flutters off. * Lisl relaxes, turning back to the bar and upending her mug of 'kick, draining it in a few swallows. <Nacheyla> ::smiles over her mug:: I'm not offended, Tarri-dear. * Sabrina watches Yb flutter off and then looks back to Tarri and whispers "ok?" <Tarri> ::sighs in relief, going slightly limp as Yb leaves her shoulder. She mutters to Sabrina and Fosst:: ...And I thought Lady *Natovna* was scary, when I first came... * Fosst scratches his head. "Well, I suppose Glossaria wouldn't hear of it anyhow." He finishes his water. * Fosst bends a little closer to listen. "Natovna?" * Yb perches on Fosst's shoulder, "Do you want to know the secret of immortality?" <Tarri> ::grins at Fosst:: I almost married him, actually... That was before he met Glossaria. <Tarri> ::nods:: Lady Natovna...? She lives in the Tower? * Sabrina blinks as Yb appears on Fosst's shoulder. * Fosst looks stern as he turns his head to regard Yb. He raises an eyebrow. "How is it secret? That's one of the simplest things a person can know." <Nacheyla> ::muttering to herself:: The secret to immortality is easy. Have children. * Lisl hacks off another gobbet of meat, nearly cleaving the plate, and eats it whole. <Tarri> ::looks nervous again as Yb lands on Fosst's shoulder:: * Philister looks at Lisl askance. "You, uh, do *eat* some of that venison you bring in, right? You haven't been fasting for some purpose pr anything?" * Yb crosses her arms under her chest and hmphs, "Oh really. Well if you're so smart you tell me." <Tarri> ::giggles faintly:: Just don't die. * Fosst replies flatly, "You avoid dying." He sets down his mug. "Everyone here has been rather successful at it so far." <Lisl> ::half-turns her head to listen to the conversation by the fire, and winces again:: * Yb snorts, "And how do you avoid old age Mr. Smarty-Pants?" <Nacheyla> ::exchanges a glance with Lisl:: Some more than others, eh? * Sabrina giggles a bit. <Tarri> ::grins and mouths - but does not say:: "Don't get old" * Fosst looks thoughtful. "I hadn't thought that far ahead." He smiles. "My kindred do not often live older than forty." <Tarri> ::glances at Fosst with faint surprise:: * Yb nods, "See. Someone around here needs my wisdom." * Lisl lowers her head to the bar, and thumps it a few times. <Tarri> ::looks faintly nervous again:: * Fosst turns his head slightly at the sound of a nearby thumping, and regards Yb coolly. "You are wise, then?" * Yb nods, "Very wise." <Nacheyla> ::mouthing at Lisl:: "Wise-ass, more like" * Philister finishes off his mug and sets a few coppers on the bar, waves to Nacheyla and proceeds to sneak quietly out of the Hall. * Lisl groans. <Fosst> Then, tell me--what has the length of ten men and the strength of ten men, that any man can hold up, but no man can stand up? * Lisl lifts her head slowly, turning around to stare at Fosst. * Tarri looks a little more nervous, watching Yb. * Philister gets out of the Hall in one piece. * Yb shakes her head, "Silly riddle games aren't a sign of wisdom, but if it makes you feel any better, a rope." * Fosst smiles. "But of course they're a sign of wisdom." He looks down, and begins peeling an orange. "Where I come from, there are few greater tests." * Yb shakes her head and takes off, "If you want true wisdom, become a chimney sweep." * Tarri looks around at the draft caused by Philister's escape, then starts and jumps to her feet. "My shift!" * Yb flies up the chimney. * Fosst watches the faerie-Yb take off, and philosophically chews on an orange wedge. * Sabrina blinks as she watches Yb fly out and then looks at Tarri. "Do you want me to walk you?" <Nacheyla> ::smiles:: Have a good evening, Tarri-dear. * Tarri refolds the umbrella and hands it back to Nacheyla. "Thank you, Lady." <Tarri> ::nods to Sabrina:: You're welcome to come, but I probably shouldn't linger... <Nacheyla> ::turning to Lisl:: Shall I bless you? * Lisl watches Yb fly away in confusion, looks back at her plate, and cuts herself another generous slice. <Lisl> ::muttering:: I think it's going to take more than that... * Sabrina glances to Fosst and then back to Tarri "We can walk and talk at the same time." <Tarri> ::nods and retrieves her cloak from the peg by the fire and pulls it over her shoulders:: Okay. * Lisl pushes the remains of her plate away, and puts a hand to her head. "Nach... I think I'm going to need a walk home..." * Sabrina walks over with Tarri and pulls her own cloak around her shoulders. * Fosst stands up and deposits his empty plate and mug on the counter, still holding three-fourths of a peeled orange in one hand. "It was very pleasant to meet you, Miss Tarry--good luck in your studies." <Nacheyla> ::nodding, she lays a hand on Lisl's shoulder, a soft white glow passing from her over to Lisl:: There. That should help you through the worst of it, before it wears off. <Tarri> ::smiles brightly at Fosst:: I'm glad to have met you, Master Fosst... I hope I'll get a chance to talk with you again soon! * Lisl nods heavily. "Thanks, Nach." * Fosst looks concernedly at Lisl. "Are you all right, Miss Lisl?" * Nacheyla ducks into the kitchen and gets a mop, sending it spinning around the room with a gesture. "I need to clean up first." * Lisl stands, a little unsteadily, and glances towards the group by the fire, nodding to Fosst. "Fosst... well played." * Sabrina steps out of the hall and holds the door for Tarri. <Lisl> ::half-smiles:: No. But I will be, once I find something to beat up. * Tarri waves to everyone else and follows Sabrina out the door hurriedly. * Fosst nods, and finishes another orange quarter. "If it was only fencing her away from the answer, there was little room for worry. --Good hunting, then. I doubt you will find much difficulty." He grins slightly. <Lisl> Gods above and below, that woman scares me to death... ::staggering to the corner to retrieve her bow-staff:: * Lisl leans on her bow-staff, watching the mop. "Thanks, Fosst. Sleep sweet." * Nacheyla shoos the mugs back into the kitchen, then sighs, looking around at the still sodden bar. "Rhys is going to hurt someone." She gasps suddenly, heading for the office. "I hope it didn't rain on the books!" <Lisl> Long as it's Yb, I'm happy. * Fosst goes to the coat-pegs and takes his cloak, pulling it over one shoulder. He nods to Lisl. "Of course--good evening." He nods respectfully to Nacheyla. "Good evening, Mistress Nacheyla." He pops another orange-quarter into his mouth as he goes up the stairs and into his room, softly closing the door. * Nacheyla comes back into the main room, holding a sopping wet accounts book. <Lisl> Ngh... ::winces, putting a hand to her head again:: Hangover... oh, dear. Rhys is going to be ticked. Maybe... ::hesitantly:: Maybe Gloss can do something with it? <Nacheyla> Well, I'll take it by the Tower. I have to drop something off to Val anyway. ::sighs:: Rhys is going to have kittens. <Lisl> ::winces:: I hope *I* don't have kittens before the night is out... I feel... strange. * Nacheyla sends the mop back into the kitchen. "The rest of this should dry on its own, I guess... Come on." Gingerly tucking the wet book under her arm, she heads out the door. * Lisl staggers after Nacheyla. At the door, she slips, loses her balance and lands hard on her back. With a growl, she digs a banana peel out from underneath her and climbs back to her feet with a groan. "One of these days..." * Nacheyla locks the door behind her. As soon as she leaves, the remaining pools of water turn into small blue and red checked mice and run into the kitchen, squeaking excitedly. |
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