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* Nacheyla wanders in looking exceedingly ticked off. Her eyes are glowing a deep red and her fangs protrude just a little from under her lip. She glowers around and the candles and fire spring hastily to life. "Hall's open." She stomps behind the bar and throws herself onto a stool.
* Ragna strolls in, looking weary but satisfied. Her easy stride falters a step or two when she gets a look at Nacheyla's expression, and she scales back her hearty greeting to a somewhat timid, "Evenin', Priestess." <Nacheyla> Good evening, Mistress Ragna. Might you be so good as to answer a simple question for me? <Ragna> ::blinks, her shoulders hunching a little defensively:: Um... aye, if I can? <Nacheyla> What day is it? * Tarri opens the door and beckons her companion through. "Come on. It's a good place to sit until you're rested enough to walk back." She's neatly dressed, but a little tired-looking. <Ragna> Uh... Monday, Priestess. First-day, they call it, in some countries. * Orlann limps in behind Tarri. He is a very tall dark-skinned man with his black hair done in dozens of braids. He wears a small goatee and a sour expression. He is leaning heavily on a cane. <Nacheyla> Monday... The 24th of Alturiak? * Ragna starts to turn her head and stops, not quite daring enough to turn her back on Nach to see who's come in * Tarri stops uncertainly, halfway across the floor, as she sees the look on Nacheyla's face. "Oh... dear..." <Ragna> Uh... aye, Priestess, by Harptosian reckoning. <Nacheyla> ::nods:: Well... good. Took me long enough. <Ragna> Eh? ::frowns slightly in puzzlement:: <Nacheyla> My idiotic consort, may he have his tail in a perpetual knot, was experimenting... I got shoved about fifty years into the future, and it's taken me probably seven of them to get back. But I think I'm in the right year again. ::she pours herself a beer and drains it:: Get you a drink? <Tarri> ::bites her lip, then sighs and continues on to the bar:: Good evening, Lady Nacheyla... ::her tone is more than a little hesitant:: <Ragna> ::widens her eyes:: It's... it's the year 1403, yer Grace. And... um... perhaps an ale, once I've had a bit of a wash-up. <Nacheyla> ::takes a deep breath:: Good evening, Tarri, dear. Sorry... I shouldn't bring my personal problems to work with me. ::she blinks several times, the reddish gleam in her eyes fading until they are their normal copper hue:: * Meghan enters the hall, Abby in tow. She heads to the bar and the little girl makes it about half way before sitting on the floor and playing with the stuffed frog in her hand. <Ragna> That is... if ye've no more questions, Priestess? <Tarri> ::smiles, still a little hesitant, and sits on a barstool before looking around to make sure Orlann is still in the room:: <Nacheyla> ::waves a shooing hand in Ragna's direction:: Go on and have a wash up. ::she pours Ragna an ale and sets it on the bartop:: <Meghan> ::Heads to the bar and takes a seat, glancing back to Abby:: Evening all. * Ragna visibly relaxes and practically runs for the washroom. * Orlann limps over to the fire and holds his hands out to it, leaning the cane against the stone wall around it. He stands awkwardly, his mouth twisting a little. * Deanna enters dressed in a beige sweater and a charcoal skirt and wearing a pearl necklace. "Good evening everyone." <Meghan> ::Abby looks around, glancing to the new person oddly for a moment before standing and walking to the bar. She sits near Meghan's feet:: * Deanna perches herself on a stool at the bar, surveying the stranger for several moments before turning to Nach, "Could I have a glass of fey wine Nacheyla?" <Nacheyla> ::tips her empty mug in Tarri's direction:: Drink for you and your reticent friend? * Nacheyla pours Deanna her drink. "Here you are." <Deanna> Thank you Nacheyla. ::sips her wine:: <Meghan> Could I get a mulled wine please NAch? * Orlann stares into the fire, not really noticing anyone or anything. <Tarri> Um... Cider, for both of us, I think. <Nacheyla> ::nods:: Certainly, Meg, dear. And for Abby? A glass of juice, maybe? * Ragna returns from the washroom, looking cleaner and somewhat less tense. She takes a seat a little farther down the bar from her usual place. * Nacheyla pours a glass of steaming wine, and two mugs of cider. "Here you go." <Tarri> Thank you, Lady... Um... Lady? <Nacheyla> ::refills her mug of beer:: Yes, Tarri? * Meghan nods. "Do you have any cups that have tops? So she won't spill." <Tarri> If it took you seven years to get back from... wherever? You... didn't have Cheylon with you, did you? * Ragna gets up to retrieve her ale and sits again. * Nacheyla digs around for a while under the counter. "I think I have one around here somewhere, Meghan... and no... thank all the gods that are, some that aren't, and a few who are yet to be." <Tarri> Oh. That's good. ::smiles as she picks up the mugs:: He's such a cute baby - I'd hate to have missed all that time. ::she carries the mugs over to the fire and offers one to Orlann:: * Orlann finds himself a chair and limps over to it. He sits down, hulking in the chair. * Meghan sips her wine and glances down at Abby <Orlann> ::in a low voice:: My thanks, Mistress Tarri. * Nacheyla finally comes back up with a wooden container. She unscrews the top and fills it with juice, then screws the top back on. There's a slit on one side of the cup for drinking. "Here we are." * Deanna sips her wine, "So what excitement has everyone had in their lives recently?" * Meghan takes the cup with a smile. "Thanks Nach." She offers the cup to Abby who takes it and drinks some. <Tarri> You're welcome. ::she sips her cider and takes the chair next to his:: Wouldn't you like to meet some people, since we've come all this way? <Ragna> ::sips her ale:: Naught much 'til now. ::grins faintly:: * Orlann shakes himself, like a dog out of water, looking around. "Oh. Why not?" He almost sounds like he's just waking up. <Meghan> None thankfully. <Tarri> ::smiles encouragingly:: Good! ::she turns to face the room:: Everyone, this is Corporal Orlann Drilgar. Corporal, these are... ::she goes around the room in turn, naming names:: <Ragna> ::nods and raises her mug to Orlann on introduction:: Well met. * Meghan smiles and nods to the man. * Deanna smiles over her glass of wine, "A pleasure." * Orlann nods to everyone. "Fair evening to you, then." <Meghan> ::Abby stands and tucks her frog under one arm as she toddles over to Tarri and Orlann. She smiles at Tarri and offers her the cup of juice:: * Tarri takes Abby's cup. "Why, thank you." She pretends to drink, then offers it back. "Your turn." * Orlann looks down at the little girl for a long moment, then blinks several times. <Meghan> ::Abby giggles and drinks some of the juice. She turns and heads around the table to Orlann. She looks at him for a moment before offering him the cup with a grin:: * Orlann creaks down to the floor, sitting there a bit awkwardly. "Fair evening, young missy. Is this for me?" <Meghan> ::Abby nods and continues to hold the cup out:: Juice! * Tarri watches Orlann closely, chewing on her lip. * Orlann takes the cup, mocks a sip from it. "Very nice, young missy. Thank you." <Meghan> ::Abby giggles and reaches for the cup to take it back:: * Meghan glances over and watches Abby. * Orlann offers the cup. "And what do they call you, young missy?" * Tarri starts to answer, then bites her lip again and waits, watching Orlann's interaction with the little girl. <Meghan> Her name is Abagail. ::Meghan smiles to them:: * Ragna takes another swallow of ale, watching man and girl with a faint smile. * Deanna sips her wine. <Meghan> ::Abby looks to Meg and then back to Orlann. She points to herself:: Abby <Orlann> ::eyes Meghan for a moment, then turns back to Abagail:: Well, fair evening, 'Gail. I'm called Orlann, but my friends call me Lanni. <Meghan> ::Abby points to Orlann her frog dropping to the floor:: Lanni <Orlann> ::closes his eyes for a moment:: That's right... ::when he opens them again, there's a shimmer of tears in his pale blue eyes:: <Meghan> ::Abby reaches and pats his cheek with her little hand:: Lanni friend? <Orlann> ::nods:: I hope so, little 'Gail... * Lisl slips in quietly, her leather-soled boots making almost no noise on the floor. She's dressed in her usual hunting suedes, pelt over one shoulder, and the smell of pine and fresh air clings to her clothes. She hangs back at the door a little, looking around warily at all the new faces. * Nacheyla looks down at the big man sitting on the floor, then over to Tarri, raising one eyebrow questioningly. * Tarri gives Nacheyla a sad smile and a little shrug. * Nacheyla nods, then notices Lisl. "Lisl!" She vaults over the bar to greet her friend. "Where have you been?" <Meghan> ::Abby grins and reaches for her dropped frog. She glances to Meg and then moves to sit on Orlann's knee.:: * Deanna turns and smiles, raising her glass to Lisl, "Lisl! Welcome back. Where have you been?" * Orlann quickly catches her and moves her to the other knee. "Here we are, little 'Gail." * Ragna glances around curiously, grabbing for her mug to keep from getting it kicked over by an enthusiastic bartender. * Meghan glances up and smiles. "Lisl!" * Tarri looks up, startled, as Lisl's name is mentioned. "*LISL!*" She bolts from her chair to throw her arms around Lisl's neck. "You're back!" <Nacheyla> [wolf pile!] * Deanna whispers to Ragna, "Here's your drinking partner if you can't get Adam in here more often." <Lisl> Uh... yeah. ::looking a little alarmed at the loud outpouring of welcome:: <Meghan> ::Abby looks startled by all the greetings and looks to the door curiously:: <Nacheyla> ::snickers, leaning her hip against a table:: Well, what do you *expect*, Lisl, when you're gone for near to a season? <Ragna> ::frowns at Deanna in puzzlement, glancing at Lisl:: Her? She's welf. <Deanna> ::grin:: Want to wager she can drink you under the table? * Orlann hands Abby her juice cup. "Here you are, young missy. You should drink that before it gets warm." <Meghan> ::Abby takes the cup and drinks more of the juice, still looking curiously to the door:: <Lisl> Hunh. Wasn't sure, honestly. ::looks around again, taking stock:: Bai's left, then? <Tarri> ::blinks:: Left? * Deanna nods, "From what I could make out from Michelle's half asleep ramblings they left yesterday. If you want full details you'll have to ask someone who was here. All I know is that Michelle spent the week regrowing his hand among other things." <Ragna> ::snorts, eyeing Deanna:: Easy enough to make a wager when it's not your head under Moradin's hammer. * Deanna laughs merrily, "True enough." <Lisl> Eh, not pretty. ::frowns:: I wish them luck. They'll need all they can get. * Tarri looks confused at the talk, and retreats to her table. She smiles sheepishly at Orlann. "Sorry about that... Lisl is a teacher... and a friend. She hasn't been around for a while, though." * Orlann looks up from the floor at Lisl. "Popular lady..." <Meghan> ::Abby bounces her frog around a bit and sips her juice:: <Tarri> ::smiles:: She's a good friend to have. * Ragna takes another swallow of ale. <Orlann> ::conversationally to Abby:: That's a handsome looking frog you have there, 'Gail. Waiting for him t'become your prince? <Meghan> ::Abby looks to Orlann:: Pince? * Lisl takes a seat at the bar, still moving quietly and somewhat gingerly, as if she's uncertain of her balance. "Mug of meade, please, Nacheyla?" <Orlann> ::looks surprised:: You've not heard the tale of the spoiled young princess who was made to kiss a frog? * Nacheyla moves back behind the bar again and pours Lisl a meade. "Here you are. It's good to have you back." <Meghan> ::Abby blinks and shakes her head a bit:: Kiss the fog? <Lisl> Thanks. ::taking the mug:: Still not certain of that, myself. ::scowling a little:: Marsember's *noisy* in the winter. * Deanna blinks at Lisl, "When isn't Marsember noisy?" * Orlann settles his back against the table leg. "Well, then..." he begins recounting the tale of the prince who was turned into a frog by an evil wizard and the maiden who found him while playing catch with her golden ball. <Lisl> Well... just less used to it, maybe. ::shivers a little, and takes a swallow of meade:: <Meghan> ::Abby sits and listens, hugging her frog to her as Orlann tells his story:: * Tarri leans on the table and watches Orlann and Abby with a half-smile. * Ragna takes another swallow of ale, eyeing the two newcomers with interest and listening to Orlann's story. <Orlann> And then, she took her golden ball and ran away, as fast as she could... because no pretty young princess wants to kiss a slimy old frog, do they? And the frog hopped after her, croaking "wait, wait! I can't be jumping so fast as ye. Pick me up and put me in your pocket." But she ran back to her father's castle and shut the door up tight. <Meghan> ::Abby wrinkled her nose and giggled:: * Lisl half-grins, taking another swallow of meade and letting it slide down her throat slowly. <Orlann> ::conspiratorily:: But the frog eventually got to the castle, and he talked to the head of the guard, who showed him another door. Imagine the princess's surprise when she shut herself up in her room and there was the frog, sitting on her bed, waiting for her. <Meghan> ::Abby wiggles the frog:: Kiss the fog! <Lisl> ::in a low voice, to Deanna:: Do you know who went with Bai? <Orlann> ::nods:: She went to her father to complain and he said "My daughter, have you learned no honor? You gave this poor frog your word that you would do this thing for him. And so you must do it, for none should give his word falsely." * Lisl looks a little sour, and takes another swig of meade. * Deanna thinks a moment, "I think Michelle mentioned Zoya, Tyl, and Jaret, but she wasn't that coherent when I spoke to her. If you stop by Ellesmere tomorrow she'll probably be awake enough to talk to you." * Meghan sips her wine and watches Orlann and Abby <Lisl> ::raises her eyebrows:: *Jaret*? Jaret went? ::mutters:: Swashbuckling fool... * Deanna blinks at Lisl, "Is there something wrong with Jaret going?" * Meghan glances to Lisl and Deanna curiously. <Orlann> And at last, the princess screwed up all her courage and kissed the frog on the top of his warty little head. And do you know what happened then? * Tarri slips away from the table and goes to the bar, her voice low as she leans toward Nacheyla. "Lady... Can you find some kind of treat, maybe, for Abby? I think that's the most he's said in the last ten days..." <Meghan> ::Abby shakes her head holding the frog tightly:: <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow:: Quiet sort, is he? I'm sure I have some leftover cookies around here somewhere, if Meghan says she can. * Meghan glances back and nods. "She may have one" <Lisl> Not at all... if you have no care of his coming *back*. Dammit, Jaret... ::clenches a fist:: <Orlann> There was a great rumble of thunder and a crash of lightning... and the curse lay broken on the floor. The slimy little frog stood and stretched his arms and yawned and became a handsome prince. <Tarri> ::makes a face:: Brooding, more like. <Deanna> Umm... I mean, I understand that there's always the possibility of people not coming back from things like this but... Why are you so concerned about Jaret? <Meghan> ::Abby grinned and clapped:: Fog Pince! * Nacheyla holds up one finger, then heads into the kitchen. She comes out a few minutes later with a small basket of ginger snaps. "Here we are. You can have one, too, if you've a mind." <Lisl> ::scowls into her mug:: Because I'm a coward and a fool. <Orlann> ::nods seriously:: And the prince grew up and eventually married the princess, and they lived together for the rest of their days. Some days were good, and some days were bad, but the good days mostly outweighed the bad ones, for the rest of their days. * Deanna blinks at Lisl's unusual answer before asking, "This is one of those things I shouldn't ask about isn't it?" <Ragna> ::takes a swallow of ale:: Hah. Just goes to show, no good comes of messing with magics. <Meghan> ::Abby grins:: Happy ever after ::She sips her juice until it's gone and then tips the cup upside down:: Ahh gone <Tarri> ::smiles:: Perhaps. *I* have not performed any miracles. ::she takes a couple of cookies and returns to the table:: That was a *lovely* story, wasn't it Abby? Would you like a cookie? ::holds out the cookies:: And maybe we'll get you some milk, to go with it. <Orlann> That's a good girl, then. ::pats her on the head:: <Meghan> ::Abby brightens and reaches for a cookie:: Yumm ::she takes a big bite:: <Tarri> ::grins, then picks up the discarded sippy-cup and holds it out to Orlann:: Corporal, would you be so kind as to ask Lady Nacheyla to put some milk in this? <Lisl> ::shrugs:: Go ahead and ask. I'm just not likely to give you an answer. ::takes another swallow of meade:: If she's up to it, maybe I'll stop by Michelle's tomorrow or the next day. * Orlann sets Abby on the floor and slowly gets to his feet. "I will." He takes the cup and limps over to the bar. "Mistress Tarri would like to get some milk, for the young missy, if it's not too much trouble, ma'am." He nods his head to Nacheyla. * Lisl glances curiously at Orlann, looking him up and down. <Nacheyla> ::raises her eyebrows:: Certainly. ::she fills the cup:: <Meghan> ::Abby sits contently munching on her cookie:: <Orlann> ::nods politely to Lisl:: Ma'am. * Tarri watches Abby with one eye and Orlann with the other, seemingly quite pleased. <Lisl> ::nods back to him neutrally, taking another swallow of meade:: * Deanna shrugs and sips her wine, "Not much point in asking if I know you're not going to answer. If it was any of my concern you'd tell me, so I'm not going to worry about it. Though I am curious if you do decide to talk about it." * Nacheyla hands Orlann the cup. "Here you are." * Orlann nods again, then limps back. "Here, young missy, a bit of milk to go with your treat." <Meghan> ::Abby takes the cup and takes a big drink:: Tank ya * Deanna finishes her glass, "Could I have a refill please Nach?" <Orlann> ::his eyes shimmer again with tears and he nods to her:: You're most welcome, 'Gail. ::He lowers himself painfully back into his chair and picks up his forgotten mug of cider, drinking deeply.:: <Nacheyla> Certainly... ::refills Deanna's mug:: <Meghan> ::Abby leans against the knee she sat on as she drinks her milk:: * Lisl sneezes as she watches Orlann limp back to the fireside before tilting her head back and finishing her mug in a few swallows. * Deanna sips her wine. * Tarri looks at the cookie still in her hand, then breaks it in two. She offers a half to Orlann. "Cookie? They're very good. Master Rhys probably made them." * Meghan finishes her wine and pushes her glass back, sighing softly. * Orlann takes a cookie and turns it absently, then eats it in a few bites. For the first time all evening, it's obvious just how *large* he is. The cookie vanishes in three bites. <Tarri> ::smiles faintly as the cookie disappears:: Hungry? The fare here is good... <Orlann> ::the skin on his cheeks darkens a little:: Perhaps a bit, Mistress. I'll have to be seeing to getting some work somewhat soon, to repay all your kindness. * Ragna has another sip of ale. "Some bread and cheese would suit, if ye have some, Priestess." <Nacheyla> ::overhearing this last:: Not at all, Corporal. I can surely provide a free meal for someone who tells such lovely stories. * Nacheyla nods to Ragna. "Any one else peckish?" <Tarri> ::smiles brightly:: I'm sure Master Bran will be happy to find you some work around his place, if you feel you owe him. But a meal... ::she glances up at Nacheyla gratefully:: We'll have some here, too, please. <Lisl> ::smiles faintly:: I ate on the road. <Meghan> ::Abby places her frog on Orlann's knee and wanders over to Meg:: Mama? * Deanna smiles, "The bread here always makes me hungry." * Nacheyla heads back into the kitchen. <Ragna> ::raising an eyebrow at Deanna:: Not doin' it's job then, is it? * Meghan glances down and smiles "Yes sweetling?" * Nacheyla comes out a bit later with bread, jam and honey, cheese and a few pieces of early fruits. <Meghan> ::Abby looks up:: Nother cookie? * Meghan shakes her head a bit. "You had dinner and desert, and a cookie. No more." * Deanna grins at Ragna, "True, which means I'm forced to punish it by first torturing it with butter, and then finally consuming it in the hopes that its brethren will learn from its example." <Meghan> ::Abby pouts and walks back over to Orlann. She picks up the frog and sits near his feet:: * Ragna chuckles. "Well, that's one way o' lookin' at it." * Deanna helps herself to bread and begins buttering it, "I can't imagine any other way." Deanna grins before taking a bite of the bread. * Orlann gets to his feet again and fetches some bread and fruit and cheese for both Tarri and himself and brings it back to the table. "Mistress..." He watches Meghan out of the corner of his eye. * Lisl reaches for the honeypot and stops just before her extended finger dives into the sticky mass. "Uhh... spoon, please, Nach?" * Nacheyla raises an eyebrow and indicates the honey-dip on one side of the pot. <Lisl> ::makes a face:: I didn't think you wanted me licking *that*... spoon? <Tarri> Thank you, Corporal... ::takes a piece of cheese and nibbles on it:: <Nacheyla> ::rolls her eyes:: Such a child, Lisl... ::rummages around and finds another spoon:: * Meghan glances over and slides from her stool. "Come on Abby. Time to go home." <Lisl> ::mutters:: What does she expect from someone raised in the woods? * Deanna smiles and waves to Abby, "Goodnight Abby. Sleep well." <Ragna> G'night, Mistress. G'night, Abagail. ::smiles and waves:: <Orlann> ::extends one hand to the child:: Fair evening, young missy... your company was a pleasure. * Meghan walks over and reaches for Abby's hand. The little girl reluctantly stands. <Deanna> Goodnight Meghan. * Lisl dips her spoon into the honeypot, cupping her free hand under it to catch the drizzle as she conveys it to her mouth. <Nacheyla> Night Meghan, Abby... ::waves at the departing pair:: <Tarri> ::waves farewell to Meghan and Abby:: * Meghan smiles and waves "Night everyone." <Meghan> ::Abby looks to Orlann:: Nigh nigh Lanni <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow:: You know, Lisl... bread is a perfectly good conveyor of honey from the pot to one's mouth. * Lisl nods a goodnight, mouth and hands occupied. * Lisl raises her eyebrow at Nach as she licks first the spoon and then her fingers whistle-clean. * Orlann eats a little single-mindedly, spreading jam on his bread. Plum in one hand, bread in the other, he makes short work of the meal. * Lisl peers into the pot again and eyes her "clean" spoon for a moment before putting it down with a small sigh. "Water, please, Nach?" * Tarri watches Orlann eat with an amused and pleased smile. "I'm glad to see your appetite's returning." * Meghan picks her slow moving daughter up and heads for the door, heading out * Ragna glances at Deanna and raises her eyebrows. * Nacheyla sighs at Lisl, then reaches under the bar and pulls out a small cup. She pours a large dollop of honey into the cup, then pushes it to Lisl. "Here." * Deanna looks to Ragna, then comprehension lights her face and she shrugs. * Ragna chuckles and shakes her head, draining her ale before setting to on her bread and cheese. <Lisl> ::grins a little:: Thanks. ::spooning honey out of the cup and licking off the spoon with deep attention:: * Orlann flushes. "Sorry, Mistress." <Tarri> ::raises her eyebrows:: Sorry? Whatever for? * Nacheyla consults a mental clock. "Last call, Patrons." <Lisl> Glass of water, Nach? * Nacheyla pours Lisl a mug of water. <Orlann> ::swallows hastily:: For paying more attention to the food then to you, ma'am. * Deanna sips her wine, "I'm good Nach." <Lisl> Thanks. ::raises her eyebrow, looking back and forth between Tarri and Orlann with bemusement:: <Ragna> I'd take another ale, if ye please, Priestess. * Nacheyla pours Ragna another mug of ale. "Here you are, Mistress Ragna." <Ragna> My thanks. ::sipping and sitting back to peoplewatch:: <Tarri> ::laughs softly:: I'm not begrudging your dinner, Corporal. You *do* need to eat, if you're going to regain your strength. Besides, I'm your healer, not your wife. * Deanna bites her lip and turns to look out the window in the wall opposite Tarri. * Orlann swallows hard, looking back at his plate. "Yes ma'am." * Lisl sips from her glass, eyeing Orlann shrewdly over the rim. * Deanna finishes her wine, "Well I should probably be going. I'll see you all later. Lisl, don't be gone for so long next time. Corporal, it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance." * Ragna chuckles softly to herself, taking a long draught of ale. <Orlann> ::looks up again:: Goodnight, ma'am. <Ragna> Evenin', Mistress. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Deanna:: G'night, Deanna. * Tarri looks up and around. "Oh... Closing time..." She quickly finishes the last of her cider. "Can you make it back to Master Bran's, do you think?" <Orlann> ::nods:: Yes, ma'am, I believe so. ::he stands slowly, reaching for his cane:: * Deanna smiles and waves to everyone as she leaves. <Lisl> ::drains her glass and stands:: I can lend a shoulder if you need, Tarri. I'm going that way. * Tarri carries the mugs and plate back to the bar. "I think we'll be okay, Lisl. He's supposed to be exercising it. But you're welcome to walk with us, if you like." * Ragna glances out the window, finishing up her end of bread in a few bites and wrapping the last bit of cheese in a napkin to tuck it in her pocket. * Tarri puts a few coins on the bar. "Thank you, Lady Nacheyla." * Nacheyla starts shooing the glasses into the kitchen. "Have a pleasant evening, Tarri. Corporal." <Lisl> ::nods:: Fair enough. ::grins a little:: Besides, San wouldn't like you going about unescorted with a strange man. * Orlann widens his eyes a bit at the mobile dishware. <Tarri> ::bites her lip and looks at Lisl uncertainly:: San... went home. ::she takes a deep breath and lifts her chin:: Anyhow, Corporal Orlann isn't a strange man. He's my patient. * Ragna finishes her drink and leaves a few silvers on the bar. "G'night, all. Corporal, a pleasure knowing ye, yer a fine storyteller." She grins and nods to him before waving to the room and heading upstairs. <Orlann> Goodnight ma'am ::he barely takes his eyes off the mugs to nod to the dwarven woman:: <Lisl> ::frowns:: San went-- ::breaks off, glancing at Orlann:: Well enough. I'd just as soon walk with you two, anyway. <Tarri> ::notices Orlann noticing the stemware, and giggles:: Oh, I'm sorry... Guess I forgot to mention that... <Orlann> Yes, ma'am, you did indeed. ::shakes his head:: <Tarri> ::to Lisl:: Of course. Master Bran will be happy to see you, too. <Tarri> ::grinning:: Come on, Corporal... We'll explain along the way. <Lisl> ::snorts:: *You'll* explain. I'll watch and make wry comments from time to time. <Orlann> All right, ma'am... ::he arranges his cane with the awkwardness of someone who is not used to being injured:: After you. <Nacheyla> Good night, you three. ::wipes down the bar with a wet rag:: * Tarri opens the door and steps out into the cool night. <Lisl> Good night, Nach. * Orlann follows Tarri, limping slowly. * Lisl bows Orlann through the door and follows them out. * Nacheyla extinguishes the candles and the fire with a wave of her hand, then leaves, locking the door behind her. "I'm going home the old fashioned way..."
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