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* Rhys bustles out of the kitchen, pauses by the fireplace to kick another piece of fatwood onto the fire, and then proceeds to the door. He unlocks it and opens it a mere smidge. "Hall's open!" He quickly returns behind the bar. * Ragna enters, heading straight to the washroom to remove a layer or two of soot, shaking her head a little and muttering to herself as she does so. <Rhys> Evening, Miss Irontongue.... I'll have your spirits waiting, when you return. <Ragna> M'thanks, Master Rhys. ::closing the door behind her after a quick nod:: * Kevil enters, and as usual in the winter, proceeds straight to the fireside to hang his cloak and warm his hands. After a moment he moves toward the bar, muttering something under his breath about "benighted frozen swamps". * Taliesin walks in, looking around. He is wearing a dark brown long coat with matching trousers, a white shirt and a burgundy embroidered vest with matching cravat. He looks around with a hopeful expression which falters as he notices how empty the place is. <Rhys> Good evening, young lord. Don't look so crestfallen, it's cold and early, it'll liven up before the night is over. Can I get you ought? * Rhys pours Ragna's spirits into a stone mug, which he sets at the ready on the back counter, under the hanging mugs. <Rhys> And Master Bard, what will it be? Mulled wine? Hot chocolates? A vacation to sunny Chult? * Taliesin moves over to the bar and hooks himself a stool with the tip of one boot. "I'm told you carry an assortment of spirits. Have you Purple Hill Cider, by chance?" <Kevil> ::laughs:: I fear Loria would be even more peeved with me than she is now, were I to depart Marsember. The mulled wine will have to suffice. * Abby comes running into the hall. She has a deep blue cloak wrapped around her and little mittens on her hands. She stops in the middle of the hall and looks around, then heads for Kevil. SHe hugs his leg when she reaches him. * Kevil looks down in surprise as his leg is attacked. "Wha- Abby!" He bends down and scoops the girl into his arms. "What are you doing here without your mother?" * Rhys pours Kevil some wine and sets about spicing and heating the squirmy goblet. "Indeed we do. It's last year's pressing, if that will suffice? It's got a good tang to it, I understand." * Meghan follows just behind her daughter. She is also wearing a blue cloak which she hangs by the door. <Kevil> Ah, and there she is... ::grins at Meghan:: Does this runaway belong to you, m'lady? * Abby giggles and points to Meg. "Mama" <Taliesin> That will be quite excellent, Master Bartender. ::he looks down at Abby, then up at Meghan:: Ah, dear Meg, I suppose I missed you in passing. I called at the orphanage just an hour or so before, but they said you'd gone out. * Meghan smiles at Kevil and then to Trey. "Yeah I had some errands to run before coming over. I'm glad to see you found the place though." She moves to a stool. * Rhys pours Taliesin a mug of the cider from one of the many taps that festoon the end of the bar. "Here you are, good sir." <Rhys> Meghan, so good to see you tonight. What can I get you and the little one? <Meghan> Mulled wine sounds wonderful. Some warm milk for Abby, thanks Rhys. <Taliesin> ::looks around at the bar with a dubious expression:: My landlord provided adequate directions, and placed a three-gold piece wager on my surviving the evening. My life, good lady, is quite in your hands, I fear. * Ragna returns from the washroom, hair and beard neatly braided again, face and hands cleanish. She heaves a pleased sigh and takes a deep breath to replace it. "Better. Never thought I'd be so soon missing the sea air... I'll take that mug now, barkeep." She flashes a grin at Rhys as she clambers up onto a stool. "Ah! Hello again, young Mistress Abby!" * Kevil uses one arm to hold Abby on his knee while taking a drink of his wine with the other. * Rhys pours Meghan a mulled wine, quite similar to Kevil's, and a small glass of milk for Abby which he puts a small straw in. "For your enjoyment..." * Meghan chuckles at Trey. "I don't think anyone will bite." She glances around and then smiles to him again "Nope no biters tonight." * Abby smiles and waves at Ragna. * Meghan takes a sip of her wine and sighs. "Mmm warmth." * Kevil eyes Trey and Meghan with a raised eyebrow and takes another sip of his wine before helping Abby with her milk. <Taliesin> ::laughs and picks up his mug for a sip:: The night is young, dear Meg... * Abby pulls the straw out of the cup and waves it around, splattering milk all over Kevil. <Kevil> ::sighs and takes the straw away from Abby:: No. Master Rhys, might I have a cloth, if you would be so kind? <Ragna> ::laughs:: Visit the forge some day, Mistress Lore. You'll have your bellyful of warmth. <Felice> ::The door opens and Felice walks in attired in her usual minimalist fashion, but sporting a complete fur coat under her clothes. The overall effect is that of an overgrown Siamese walking in after having been caught playing in the laundry.:: * Meghan smirks at Trey and glances to Abby and Kevil. "Abagail," she says sternly. * Taliesin blinks at the newcomer and takes another long swig of his cider. * Abby looks to Meghan and frowns sadly. <Rhys> Of course, Master Bard. ::he fetches a clean cloth out from under the bar and hands it to Kevil:: * Meghan looks to Ragna "I just might take you up on that offer." <Kevil> ::under his breath:: Ah, the biters have arrived... ::louder:: Thank you, Master Rhys. ::he takes the cloth and begins to blot milk from his shirt.:: * Ragna glances over her shoulder at the newcomer, sighs a little, and hunches over her mug with "I'm part of the furniture" body language. * Adam walks in behind Felice, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe, "Rhys, Felice is going to want cream and fish. Or something with catnip if you can manage it. And I'll take a stout. I don't suppose I'm lucky enough for there to be some stew?" <Rhys> Something with... no, I don't think we have anything like that handy. Cream is simple enough ::pouring a mugful:: and if you'll allow me a moment, I think I can fetch some fish and stew. Would anyone else care for some victuals while I'm in the kitchen? * Abby reaches for her cup and with Kevil's help drinks some. * Rhys pours Adam's stout while he's waiting for answers. <Genin> "Hello again everyone!" * Taliesin mostly seems to have forgotten his drink and is staring with mixed amazement and slight fear at Felice. <Kevil> ::half-distracted in the attempt to keep even more milk off his nice shirt:: Thank you, but no. * Meghan leans to kiss Abby's head lightly and turns to Trey. "So how was your day?" <Meghan> ::glances to Felice and smiles:: Hey Felice. <Genin> ::Genin finds a side table, sits, and takes out his parchment:: <Taliesin> ::in a somewhat strangled sounding voice:: I think it just got much more interesting, thank you. * Meghan chuckles and places her hand over Trey's. "I promise to protect you." * Felice waves half heartedly at Meghan then plops down in a chair, "Hey Meg." * Abby spies Felice. "Kitty!" * Ragna unhunches a little as Adam ducks inside after Felice, muttering to herself again. "I'd take a helping of that if you please, Master Rhys." * Abby wiggles down from Kevil and runs over to Felice. "Pretty kitty." * Adam shakes his head and retrieves his and Felice's drinks before sitting down at the table across from her, "Drink up Felice, it will make you feel better." * Rhys heads back into the kitchen and begins to make some quiet clattering noises. <Taliesin> ::shivers:: If you say so, my dear Meg... ::finishes off his cider:: <Kevil> ::Without Abby to hold, Kevil puts both hands around his wine goblet, warming his fingers before taking another sip:: <Ragna> ::glancing over at Taliesin:: Th'cat-lass is alright. ::muttering under her breath:: Just a bloody nuisance underfoot... * Meghan smirks and keeps her hand over Trey's. "So your day?" * Felice absentmindedly pets Abby's head, not really seeming to pay attention to what she's doing. * Abby gently strokes Felice as well, looking sad. "Kitty?" <Taliesin> ::forcibly draws his attention back to Meghan:: It was extraordinarily dull up until this very moment, Meg. <Meghan> Have you been attending more parties? Getting to know all the local single women ::She winks at him:: * Adam smiles sympathetically at Abby, "It's alright Abby. She's just upset because we still haven't made a weapon that she's happy with." * Kevil shoots Meghan quick look at her sally. * Abby looks to Adam and then back to Felice. She smiles at pats her knee. "Kitty play?" * Rhys returns from the kitchen, plate with fried fish in one hand, plate with a bread bowl of stew on it in the other. "Felice, Adam? Your meals, when you're ready for them." He puts the plate and bowl on the bar and sets the appropriate utensils around them. * Meghan catches Kevil's glances and gives him an innocent look. <Taliesin> ::puts his empty mug down on the bar:: No, indeed. I found that the greater part of the morning was taken up with the excessively dull, but vital, necessity of writing a letter to my father. <Meghan> ::turns her attention back to Trey:: Oh? What did you tell him? * Ragna takes a swallow of spirits, shaking her head a little again. * Felice smiles at Abby, then picks her up and tosses her in the air, catching her and sitting back down holding Abby in her lap. <Taliesin> Many things, all of which he will pick over and analyse until he finds something with which to be displeased. But I attempted to placate him. * Meghan chuckles and nods. "And I am sure you do an acceptable job." * Adam gets up and fetches his and Felice's meals, setting them down on their shared table. * Abby giggles and snuggles into Felice's lap. * Rhys comes out from behind the bar, over to the table Genin sits at. "Good evening, sir. I am Rhys, the barkeep for tonight. Can I get you anything?" <Taliesin> ::shrugs:: It is nothing to brag over, my dear. Only years of practice in the art of saying just enough to interest, and not enough to raise suspicions. * Meghan glances to Genin curiously and then looks to Ragna. "How have you been Ragna? Oh and I have a favor to ask you as well." * Felice returns Abby's embrace, then starts licking Abby's face. * Abby giggles more and strokes Felice's cheek. * Meghan nods to Trey. "Well feel free to visit any time you feel an excessive amount of boredom." <Ragna> ::takes another swallow and hastily wipes her mouth:: Oh, aye? I've been well, thanks. * Adam smiles as he watches Felice and Abby and starts eating his stew with gusto. * Meghan nods to Ragna. "That's good to hear. Yes, Some of the older boys are interested in smithing and I was hoping to be able to bring them by and maybe you could talk to them about what you do." * Kevil glances at Meghan and Trey, then shrugs and takes another sip of wine. <Ragna> ::blinks:: Older boys? ::glances at Abby with confusion:: Ye've more than the one? <Meghan> ::chuckles:: No no, not my own. At the orphanage. * Taliesin finally stops staring at Felice to notice both that his empty mug has wandered away and that Kevil keeps giving him "looks". He decides he has an extra look to spare and returns one to Kevil, one eyebrow raised. <Rhys> Would you care for another cider, young lord? <Taliesin> That would be most appreciated, Master Barman, thank you. * Rhys fetches a fresh mug and pours Taliesin another mug of the Purple Hill cider. * Felice finishes licking Abby's face and smiles at her, her canines poking out between her lips, "Want some fish Abby?" * Abby continues to snuggle with Felice, being quite content in the womans arms. She looks to Felice curiously as she speaks. "Feesh?" <Ragna> ::raises both eyebrows in enlightenment and nods:: Oh, aye! Well... ::frowns again:: Adam, there... ::nodding to Adam and Felice's table:: Master Rutile, that is, he owns the forge. He'd belike be best to speak to. * Felice picks up a fork and cuts off a piece of fish, then offers it to Abby, "Fish." * Kevil gives Taliesin a faint smile. "Good evening, sir." * Meghan glances to Adam and nods. "Ah I will ask him about it then." She glances to Abby and Felice. "Felice please be sure there are no bones." * Taliesin bows from the neck. "Good evening. Taliesin Aldril, at your service. May I have the honor of *your* name, sir?" * Kevil returns Taliesin's bow precisely. "Master Bard Kevil Talarin, at yours." He smiles wryly. "As a matter of fact, I believe I recently was." <Ragna> Ah! ::widening her eyes a little:: Yer the one they had that swank ball for, aye? ::muttering to herself:: Dunno why *I* got an invite... half-'fraid to open the blessed thing and make it dirty... <Taliesin> ::snaps his fingers:: Ah, yes, I do recall... a bard, you say? Yes, I'm sure I remember you now... from the dance the other night. Masterful performance, sir... but then, I daresay your title was not won with ease. * Meghan glances between Kevil and Trey with an amused smile. * Adam pauses in his eating to have a healthy drink from his mug, his large hands nearly the size of the mug itself. * Meghan turns to face out from the bar and watches Abby and Felice for a moment before looking to Adam. "Adam, when you have a moment, after you are finished eating might I have a word with you?" <Kevil> Indeed not. I appreciate your notice, m'lord. ::pauses to take another sip of wine:: How do you like our little gathering-place? ::gestures to include the Hall and its varied patrons:: It seems a little out of your way, but I daresay you had your reasons, d'va? ::glances quickly at Meghan with a smile:: <Adam> Of course Meghan. ::Adam resumes eating:: * Meghan glances to Kevil and smiles sweetly. * Felice eats her fish, seeming to spend as much time teasing Abby with pieces of the fish as actually eating. <Taliesin> ::follows Kevil's glance:: Several of them, in fact... and at present I find it... interesting, although a little more strange than I had believed. My landlord delights in surprising me, so I had not taken him full at his word. * Abby enjoys playing with Felice and the fish, not actually eating any. <Kevil> ::laughs:: We have a somewhat... exaggerated reputation in Marsember. But given things I have seen here with my own eyes - perhaps not as exaggerated as they might be, d'va? * Meghan sighs softly at Felice and Abby and turns back to the bar. She finishes her cider and sends the mug toddling away. * Ragna chuckles. "T'place has a reputation, all right. Tho' I've seen naught as yet to match the rumors." <Taliesin> ::laughs a trifle uneasily:: You needn't elaborate, sir. I've had enough surprises for one evening. Any more and I might indeed fall right out of my skin. Which, I daresay, would be both unpleasant and uncomfortable. * Meghan chuckles and looks to Rhys. "Could I have another mug please Rhys?" <Kevil> ::grins, just a touch wolfishly:: Not to mention messy for Master Rhys to clean up after. <Genin> ::Genin bolts out of his seat, shoves his parchment into it's case, and runs back up the stairs:: <Rhys> Of course, Meghan. ::he fixes her another glass of mulled wine:: <Taliesin> ::nods:: Indeed. My father told me once that the two people one had most cater to was the man who poured one's drinks and the woman who baked one's food. * Meghan glances to Genin curiously and then takes her mug. "Thanks Rhys." <Kevil> ::looks up in surprise as Genin bolts, blinks, then shrugs and goes back to his wine:: * Rhys looks askance at Genin as he flees. "Odd fellow. Hope he's feeling better." <Ragna> ::watches as Genin runs:: Aye. Keeps to himself a good deal. And always with that sketchbook o'his. * Abby wiggles down from Felice's arms and walks over to the bar. She looks up at Trey for a moment then walks over to Kevil and lifts her arms "Up" * Meghan glances to Abby. "Abagail." <Kevil> ::laughs at Trey's comment:: Sound advice, that... Though I might add "one's pregnant wife" to the list. ::he looks down at Abby with a raised eyebrow:: Yes, your arms are very "up". * Felice looks like she's about to bolt after Genin and "play" then decides she'd rather finish eating. * Abby looks to Meghan and then back to Kevil. "Pease" * Ragna chuckles and takes another swallow of spirits. <Kevil> ::feigns a sudden insight:: Oh, you want to *be* up! ::he leans over to pick Abby up and settle her on his knee:: * Abby grins and snuggles against Kevil. * Meghan looks to Kevil. "How is Loria?" * Ragna mutters into her mug with a grin, "Pregnant." * Meghan chuckles at Ragna's comment. <Kevil> ::grins at Ragna, then nods to Meghan:: Essentially... pregnant. We are all certain she will deliver any day now, and nerves are getting even shorter, waiting. Though I confess I left of my own accord this evening, before she could throw me out. <Meghan> ::nods:: Tell her I said hello. If she needs anything please let me know, although I know all to well how she is feeling, so probably there is nothing I can do to help." * Adam finishes his stew, then drains his mug before standing and heading over to the bar, "Could I have a refill Rhys?" Turning to Meghan, "You wanted to talk to me Meghan." <Kevil> I will tell her, bright star, though you are probably correct that there is little but time to aid us now. * Abby leans over from Kevil's lap and begins tapping on the bartop with her hands. <Rhys> Of course, Adam. ::he refills Adam's mug with more stout.:: * Ragna takes another swallow of spirits and grins a little, raising her mug. "Yer health, Adam." * Meghan nods to Adam. "Yes, as I was telling Ragna, I have a few older boys in the orphanage who are interested in smithing. I was wondering if it would be possible to bring them by and perhaps you could talk with them about the trade?" * Adam smiles and returns Ragna's toast, "And your's Ragna. May you finish your gates before I finish Felice's weapons." * Adam thinks for a moment, "How old?" * Kevil absentmindedly begins to hum a little tune in time to Abby's banging. <Ragna> ::snorts, muttering:: Little challenge there. ::raising her voice again and grinning:: May you finish t'lass's weapons afore she needs 'em, aye? ::drinking deep:: <Meghan> ::looks thoughtful:: One is eleven and the other two are fourteen. * Adam nods sagely, "True enough." Drinks deeply. * Rhys looks at Abby. "Can I get you anything, young Miss Lore?" * Abby looks at Kevil and grins. She continues her tapping. * Abby looks up at Rhys and grins at him. * Taliesin takes a sip of his cider and peers thoughtfully into the bottom of his mug. * Meghan reaches to squeeze Trey's hand lightly, then looks back to Adam. * Adam frowns, "I could talk to them, but... They're a little old, and smithing isn't something that you can just pick up. The eleven year old can probably manage it if he's dedicated and healthy but... I'd really suggest that the fourteen year olds try to find another occupation. I'll talk to them if you like, but they'd really have to be dedicated to amount to much after starting so late." * Taliesin looks slightly startled, staring down at the delicate fingers over his hand. With a tiny smile, he lightly puts his hand over Meghan's. * Meghan nods to him. "I will mention it to them. We'll see what we can come up with. Thanks." * Adam nods, "No problem Meghan. Just give me some warning before you bring them over. I've still got some construction projects that take me away, and once I've got something going in the forge I generally can't stop until I've finished it." <Ragna> ::grins at Adam:: Won't, ye mean. * Meghan nods. "I'll be sure to let you know before we come over. I don't want to get in the way. I am concerned for them and would like to offer them something constructive to do with their lives." SHe smiles a bit sadly. * Felice finishes her fish and picks up her cream, hopping up to sit on top of the bar before sipping her cream and sighing contentedly. * Adam chuckles at Ragna, "Like you're any better." * Taliesin looks over at Meghan. "What skills have the boys? Are they able to read and write, perchance?" <Ragna> ::grins wider:: *I* go home. Eventually. * Meghan nods to Trey. "Luckily that is one of the things that has always been offered at the orphanage. All of the children are taught to read and write." * Adam chuckles, "Only because I don't keep a supply of spirits on hand." <Taliesin> ::smiles at her:: Well, then it is good I have not yet taken my letter to the post. There is a shortage of educated young men on my father's lands. The monks of Torm discovered some ancient manuscripts in the crypts and have been painstakingly copying them for nearly five years now. They are not even a third of the way through the work, and could very well use an apprentice or two to aid in the copying." <Ragna> Ha! I need the feel of unused air in m'lungs every so often. ::nods towards Felice:: T'lass is good for ye... First I've seen ye out of there, I'd wager. * Meghan nods thoughtfully. "That's a great idea. We can talk to them some about it and see what they think." <Kevil> ::glances at Taliesin with a thoughtfully approving look:: A generous offer, m'lord. * Adam chuckles, "It has been a while." * Abby glances up at Kevil and looks to Trey. She points at him "Tay" * Ragna raises her eyebrows, but says nothing as she takes another swallow of spirits. <Taliesin> ::looks a little ashamed of himself:: Not everyone has had my own good fortune, sir. Spending time recently with dear Meg has shown me that much. It is not, perhaps, much. But it is what I know to be available work, without dishonoring someone with a handout. * Felice bats Adam on the head, "Honestly. The next think you know she'll be saying I fancy you. Why don't you get yourself a wife so 'Anna and 'Chelle and I can visit you without the entire street thinking you're running service for widows in the backroom" <Taliesin> ::looks down:: Good evening, Miss Abby... <Kevil> ::raising an eyebrow at Abby:: On a first-name basis with his lordship already, are we? Are you not a little young to be so forward, miss? ::he winks at Meghan with a grin:: <Ragna> ::blinks at Felice:: Fancy...? ::starts to laugh:: * Meghan smiles and squeezes Trey's hand lightly. She glances to Kevil and Abby with a grin. "You know she thinks she is above all that Kev dear." * Adam gives Felice a tired expression, "Not everyone's as hedonistic as you and Deanna." * Abby grins and waves to Trey. "Hi Tay" <Taliesin> ::waves back at her:: Hi, little Miss. <Kevil> ::grins:: The Sultana herself, that all names fall lightly from her tongue. * Abby giggles. She looks up at Kevil and giggles again. * Meghan sips her cider and leans against the bar. * Kevil smiles and smooths Abby's hair. * Ragna takes another swallow from her mug. * Meghan glances to Trey. "So maybe you could come for lunch tomorrow and we could talk about things?" <Taliesin> ::raises one eyebrow:: I couldn't imagine what would make me more delighted, dear Meg, than to have lunch with you, for whatever reason. * Meghan chuckles and nods. "Wonderful." <Taliesin> ::takes Meghan's hand and lifts it, briefly, to his lips:: Yes, you are. * Meghan smiles and touches his cheek lightly. "Charmer," she says softly. <Taliesin> ::laughs easily:: I shall most certainly tell my mother you said so... she accuses me of being the very soul of ill manners. <Meghan> You? Never! ::her voice is playfully teasing:: * Felice finishes her cream and gives a contented sigh before jumping off the bar and racing over to the fire where she promptly curls up. * Abby wiggles down from Kevil's arms and runs over to Felice, snuggling up with her. <Taliesin> Only every other month, my dear... <Ragna> ::shakes her head, glancing towards the hearth:: Perchance we need a pot of cream at t'forge, Adam." * Kevil watches Abby go with a faint smile, then turns back the bar, finishing his wine with a contented sigh. * Meghan chuckles and glances to Abby for a moment before looking back to Trey. <Taliesin> You've been so fortunate as to catch me on my polite months... ::shakes a finger at her, grinning:: But just you wait... * Meghan chuckles. * Felice uncurls, hugs Abby, and then curls back up around Abby, burying her nose in Abby's hair and draping her tail across Abby's face. <Ragna> ::raises an eyebrow:: Ye *schedule* 'em? ::shakes her head:: That's th'gentry for ye... * Taliesin glances at the dwarven woman for a moment. "Sarcasm... it's a lost art..." * Adam shakes his head, "Do you really want her playing with your tools or apron while you're trying to work?" <Ragna> ::scowls at Adam:: She was *already* playing with m'tools... * Adam chuckles, "Yes. And if we kept cream at the forge she'd spent even more time there." <Ragna> Ah. Point. ::lifts her mug to her lips only to find it empty, and squints an eye closed to peer into the bottom. She puts it down hastily when it opens an eye to peer back:: <Rhys> Last call, ladies and gentlemen. <Ragna> i'm done, thanks, Master Rhys. ::shifts back from the mug a little, which looks dejected and slumps off:: * Adam sighs and finishes his mug, "As much as I'd like another I should probably get some sleep this evening rather than spend it drinking." <Ragna> :grins:: Get one, and yer sure t'get t'other. * Meghan finishes her drink and looks to Abby and Felice with a fond smile. * Taliesin stands up and reaches into his coat pocket. "My dear, would you and your lovely daughter care for a warm ride home in my carriage, rather than a cold walk?" * Meghan nods. "That would be lovely." She goes to collect the sleeping Abby. * Taliesin puts a few coins on the bar. "Excuse me a moment." He steps outside to speak quietly with his footman. * Felice blinks at Meghan as she collects Abby, then spends several moments stretching before standing up. * Meghan goes to the door and glances to Abby then to Kevil. She walks to the bar and hands Abby to Kevil. "Can you hold her please?" <Kevil> Certainly. ::takes Abby, careful not to wake her:: * Meghan goes back and puts her cloak on. Then returns to Kevil and gathers Abby back into her arms. She smiles and kisses his cheek. "Thanks Sunshine." <Ragna> ::stretches a little, kneading her knuckles against the palm of each hand in turn:: Time enough for me as well, I think. My thanks, Master Rhys. ::opening her purse:: What's my duty to ye, then? <Kevil> ::smiles as he turns over the child:: Be careful, bright star. And enjoy yourself. ::he winks:: * Adam pulls out a large leather pouch and shakes it at Felice, "At least try them for a few days. I promise, if you don't like them we'll try something else." <Meghan> ::grins:: I will, thank you. ::She smiles fondly to him and then turns for the door:: * Felice pouts, "Do I have to Adam?" * Rhys goes to point at a calendar and realizes he lacks one. "It's the last Monday of the first month. An old patron's tab covers all bills today. No charge. Have a pleasant evening." * Adam shrugs, "We could always leave you behind and tell you all about it when we get back." * Taliesin offers Meghan his arm. "The carriage is already heated for you, my dear. Claybourne will be around in just a moment and it's only two steps..." * Felice pouts more, "That's not fair." * Adam chuckles, "No it's not, but then, neither is that dracolich." * Meghan chuckles hearing Rhys and takes Trey's arm, holding Abby to her shoulder with the other. "Ok." * Ragna chuckles and shakes her head. "A good night to ye, Master Rhys. G'night, all." ::sliding off her stool and saluting the room:: <Taliesin> ::the sound of a carriage rattles up to the street in front of the alleyway:: Shall we, then? * Meghan nods and heads out. * Taliesin escorts Meghan down the alley and into the carriage. * Ragna heads upstairs, treading as lightly as she's able to avoid waking Genin. * Felice sulks and stomps over to Adam, her feline grace completely destroying the intended effect. "Alright." She grabs the bag and heads out the door, her tail dragging behind her. * Kevil nods cordially to Rhys as the place begins to empty, collects his cloak from its peg by the fire, and swirls it around his shoulders as he heads out the door. * Adam stands and stretches, several of his joints popping, "Good evening to you Rhys." * Rhys follows Adam to the door. "And good night to all of you." He closes and locks the door behind Adam. He looks at the dishes and mugs on the counter, and then at the fire in the hearth. He picks a chair out by the fire and settles into it. "Who'll begrudge me a short nap...?" |
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