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* Rhys walks in from the kitchen, around the bar, and to the door. He unlocks it and returns behind the bar. "Hall's open." * Ragna trundles through the door, face creased with soot. "Evenin', Master Rhys. Set me up with a mug of spirits, would ye? Just takin' a break afore I head back to the forge." She heads off towards the washroom. <Rhys> Of course. ::he pours Ragna a mug of dwarven spirits, which waits for her at a stool by the bar:: * Tarri enters, wearing a dress of pale blue, the collar embroidered with yellow and green flowers. A string of pearls circles her throat, and comb of carved rosewood holds up her short hair. She sits at the bar and gives Rhys a wide smile. "Good evening, Master Rhys!" <Rhys> Good evening, Miss Mandeil. You're certainly dressed to the nines tonight. What can I get you? * Sabrina walks in and heads to the bar. She's wearing a deep green dress and her hair is braided. She settles onto a barstool "Evening everyone" <Rhys> Evening Sabrina. Some water, perhaps? <Tarri> Just some cider, please? <Sabrina> ::nods:: Thank you yes * Rhys pours Tarri a mug of cider, and Sabrina receives two mugs of water. "Just in case you're feeling thirsty." * Sabrina grins and nods "Very thoughtful of you" * Ragna returns after several minutes, the soot not so much gone as aggressively rearranged. She grins as she spots the waiting mug on the bar. "Thank ye, Master Rhys. Ah! Mistress Tarri. Stay a moment, I've yer commission for ye." * Temire enters wearing a red blouse and a green skirt, along with a string of pearls and a diamond solitaire. Her hair is unbound, the white lock swept to one side, and her nails have been painted to match her blouse. In her hand she's carrying a single red rose. "Good evening everyone." <Tarri> Already? ::she grins delightedly:: <Sabrina> Hi Mira ::She smiles:: <Rhys> And Temire, you're also dressed most impressively. What would you like? * Ragna raises her eyebrows as she looks around at the well-dressed women. "Some townie event I missed, buried in smoke as I've been?" She nods to Tarri. "Aye. The ice is breaking up in the harbor, I've word we're shipping out in two weeks. Workin' overtime at the forge to finish my commissions afore then." * Temire thinks a moment as she sits at the bar, "A glass of wine please." <Rhys> Red or white? Any preference? <Temire> Red please. * Ragna hurries upstairs to her rooms to fetch Tarri's box. <Rhys> ::with relish, Rhys pulls a bottle of Arabellan Red out from under the bar:: Of course. We've just the vintage. ::he pours Temire a glass of the wine and sets it near her:: * Sabrina sips her water * Temire giggles, "Well I suppose I can bring myself to drink Jaret's vintage once in a while." * Rhys snorts. "It's no more *his* vintage than this is my bar." * Temire smiles, "You know what I mean." Temire sips her wine. <Ragna> ::faint mumbles and muffled thumps sound from upstairs, and finally, Ragna reemerges bearing a sky-blue painted box:: * Tarri watches Ragna with anticipatory delight. * Sabrina glances towards the stairs curiously * Ragna descends the stairs and crosses to the bar, fetching her mug on the way to a stool near Tarri's seat. * Temire looks curiously at the box Ragna's carrying. <Ragna> Here we are, then. ::she grins:: Now then... she don't so much *fly* as *glide*, but, well... here. ::she opens the box to display a now-familiar looking ovoid, slightly smaller than the duck or frog were, painted in the black-and-white of a magpie. Carefully, she removes the object from its cloth "nest" and sets it on the bar, tapping it once with a stubby finger.:: * Tarri watches, her breath held. <Ragna> ::A muted, metallic "ping" sounds, and a round, beaked head untucks from beneath one painted wing. Tail feathers spring out the back, and the little toy bird stands up on thin, bright yellow legs:: * Sabrina blinks and then smiles a bit <Tarri> ::beaming:: It's *beautiful*! <Ragna> Now then. ::frowning a little as she surveys the floor in front of the bar, and turning the little bird a bit to "aim" it away from innocent bystanders. She grins a little shyly:: Y'ain't seen naught, yet. Watch *this*. * Rhys watches the bird, one eyebrow raised. * Ragna taps the bird twice on the back. The little tin creature tips its head and caws-- a sort of grating metallic noise-- before taking two springy hops forward and spreading its wings on the up-bounce to coast off the bar and down to the floor. <Ragna> *There* now. ::grinning broadly:: * Sabrina grins and claps "Wonderful" <Rhys> That's quite impressive, Ragna. A mechanical masterpiece. * Tarri applauds and laughs. <Sabrina> I was wondering where little Abby's duck came from. <Temire> I don't know what to say. I've never heard of anything that wonderful without magic. It's too bad you're a sailor at heart Ragna, you could make a fortune off of those. <Ragna> ::the toy bird caws again from the floor, folds its wings, and "pecks" lightly at the ground:: <Ragna> Ach! ::waving a hand and doing her best to hide a blush behind a hefty swallow of spirits:: T'ain't whatchamacallit... cost-effective. I do it for the fun, and the challenge of it. M'uncle, now, *he* makes a living from it. <Tarri> ::giggles, watching the bird:: <Tarri> ::turning to Ragna:: So what do I owe you, now that it's done? <Ragna> Magic, now... a mage could most like bibbity-bobbity at a bit of wood, there, and make the thing come to life, just like that. But where's the challenge? ::mutters:: (And who wants some crazy magicked bird poopin' all over the indoors?) <Ragna> ::clambers down off her stool to retrieve the bird and sit it back on the bartop:: I used tin, t'make it light enough to fly-- best warn t'lass that it won't stand up well to hard play. Cheap material, and the machine-works were cast already. Call it three silver all told, for parts. How old d'ye say she is, again? * Temire shakes her head, "Making a magical equivalent of that bird would be a challenge for me." * Sabrina finishes one of the mugs of water and stands, covering a yawn with one hand. "Well I need to get home. Goodnight everyone." * Ragna nods to Sabrina. "G'night, lass, safe journeys." <Rhys> Good night, Sabrina. * Sabrina heads out <Tarri> She's seven... Well, it'll be a present for her eighth birthday. ::grins:: She's a bit rough-and-tumble, but she's usually pretty good when she knows stuff is fragile. <Ragna> ::smiles:: Well, if I remember my sums properly, seven and three is ten, so let's call it 10 silver, aye? * Tarri laughs. "Sure." She rummages in her pocket and comes up with a handful of coins. She fishes six silver out from some copper, then makes a face. "I'll have to bring the rest later, if that's okay." <Ragna> Aye, that's fine. As I said, I'm here for two weeks yet. Then I'm for the open sea again! ::grins broadly and takes another hefty swallow of spirits:: <Tarri> Aw... Will you be coming back? <Ragna> ::shrugs:: Most like, some time r'other. Marsember's a major port, no mistake, and the cap likes it here. As do many o'the crew. ::snorts and nods in the general direction of Pleasure Island:: * Temire smiles and sips her wine. * Rhys ambles over towards Temire, polishing the bar as he goes. "More wine, Miss Temire? And I don't suppose there's a story behind your elegant attire?" <Ragna> ::takes another swallow of spirits:: Aye, that's right, I never had my answer, did I? Summat special go on today, that you lasses are dressed so fine? <Tarri> Hmm? ::looks up from her examination of the mechanical bird:: Oh, no... I'm meeting someone, in a little while. * Temire smiles at Rhys, "No, I think this one glass will be enough for tonight." Looks at her clothes, "As for this, I just felt like dressing up. I've been going crazy with nothing to do, so I thought I'd dress up to try to relieve the boredom for a while." <Ragna> Ahhhhhh. ::grinning impishly:: *Someone*, is it? <Ragna> ::looking at Temire:: Nothing t'do? What is it ye usually, uh, do, lass? I mean... how do ye live? <Tarri> ::grins, blushing faintly:: Well, yes. * Temire smiles mischievously, "I currently have no source of income, which is why I'm so bored. Up until Midwinter I was a student at the Psionics Academy, but I failed out. Haven't been able to find anything to do with myself since then." <Ragna> ::raises her eyebrows:: Ye're a sy... ::frowns a little and pronounces it carefully:: psi-ON-ic, too? Stones... I'm behind on the fashion, I am. * Temire shakes her head, "No, I'm just a wild talent. I can do a trick or two but that's it." <Ragna> A... "wild talent"? ::looks puzzled, and mutters half-to-herself:: Thought all teenagers were a bit wild, m'self.... * Temire smiles, "Imagine a wizard who can only learn one or two spells, no matter how hard they try. That what it means to be a psionic wild talent. You can do one or two things that a psionic can do, but no matter how hard you try, you'll never be able to do more than those few things." <Ragna> Hunh. ::shifts in her seat:: If those two spells were aught like goin' invisible and shootin' fire from yer fingers, I can't say as that would ease my mind, much. S'more than *I* can do, that's for truth. * Ragna glances out the window at the moon and takes another swallow of spirits. * Temire nods, "You have a valid point." * Tarri leans on the bar and plays with the mechanical magpie, making it stand up and fold itself back up several times. <Ragna> ::grins and toasts Temire with her mug:: Don't sell yerself short, lass. * Temire sips her wine and smiles at Tarri, "Is the little girl going to get her gift, or is the big girl going to keep it?" <Ragna> ::chuckles:: I've tin enough let to make a second, if ye like. And I've still the pattern. * Temire joins in Ragna's toast. "I try hard not to. Just need to find something I'm good at to keep myself busy." <Ragna> ::grins wider:: Not the type, then, t'let yer man spoil ye rotten? <Tarri> ::grins at Temire:: Nah... I'm over there often enough I can probably get her to let me play once in a while. ;) * Temire smiles at Ragna, "That's what I've been doing. It was fun at first having all that free time to spend with Ilya, but now that she's gone, and I still don't have anything to do... Gah! I'm going mad with boredom. I don't know how many times I've thought of going down to one of the dockside bars to find a fight just to have some excitement in my life again." * Temire grins at Tarri, "Good thing she shares." <Tarri> Her Gran'pa trained her up good. ::winks:: <Ragna> ::snorts:: Ye sound like a born sailor, lass. * Temire smiles to Ragna, "My father's a captain. Course he wanted me to be a proper lady and make a good marriage." <Ragna> Ha! Least ye come by it honestly. ::snorts and lowers her voice to a gruff bass rumble-- not a hard trick for the dwarf:: "Eh, lads, I'm bored, what say we run 'round t'the Tin Parrot, toss back a few ales, and call Dicken a mama's boy again?" * Temire gives Ragna a confused expression. * Tarri looks at Ragna with a faintly shocked look, then giggles. <Ragna> ::grins:: Dicken's about four of me in size and temper an' a quarter me in brains. * Rhys chuckles. <Rhys> I'm certain you're merely an innocent bystander in these ruckuses, Miss Irontongue. <Ragna> An' poor lad, he loves his old mother, and won't hear a word against 'er. ::shakes her head:: Too easy a target for a bar brawl, I keep tellin' the lads, but do they have any creativity? Ha. * Temire giggles, "I'll remember that if I can't resist the urge to get into a fight." <Ragna> ::grins broadly at Rhys:: 'Course I am. I never hit first, I don't use m'hammer 'less some fool pulls a blade on me, and my first aim in any brawl is to protect m'spirits. ::pats her mug:: <Ragna> 'Sides, if I *wanted* t'fight, why do I drink here, 'stead of down at the docks, eh? * Rhys grins slyly. "You haven't drank here *every* night." <Ragna> ::smiles:: Ye're not open every night. But truly, I like it here. Peaceful. Refreshin' change, it is. <Rhys> Well, thank you for the kind words. We try. * Temire chuckles, "You visited during the off season." <Ragna> ::smiles and takes another swallow of spirits:: Ahhh, y'mean all those rumors 'bout town? I half-expect you put those out yerselves to keep the place nice and quiet. ::grins:: <Ragna> ::frowns a little, muttering to herself:: Tho' there was that one bloody gent.... * Rhys raises an eyebrow. "Someone cause you some trouble?" * Temire looks curiously at Ragna. <Ragna> ::shakes her head, looking up again:: No, no... that... ::waves a hand:: few weeks back... that gent what was brought in half-dead by some buxom blond? Had another two with 'em, the one who cursed in bad dwarven... * Tarri blinks in confusion. * Temire thinks for a few moments, "Oh Bai!" <Rhys> Ah. That. Suffice it to say, that was an extraordinary occurrence. Not the usual order of things, to say the least. <Ragna> Hm... maybe ye weren't on that night... think it was the healer lass... Michelle? <Ragna> Aye. ::looks relieved:: Hoped not. <Ragna> Was a mite disturbing, it was, what with the lights and the flowers and whatnot. * Temire snorts, "Yeah, in the usual order of things the Hall or the Tower would have been their base of operations to deal with Yb and half the buildings in town would be bright orange with green streamers by now." * Ragna shudders a little and has a quick swallow of spirits to revive her. <Ragna> Orange and green? ::shudders:: No taste. <Rhys> In any case, time marches ever onward, and I find myself compelled to announce last call. Anything I can get for you ladies? * Ragna glances out the window again and sighs at the height of the moon. "Nay, this'll have to do for me. Need a clear head to swing m'hammer true." <Tarri> Oh! ::brightens and finishes her cider, then begins packing the bird into its nest/box:: * Temire smiles and finishes her wine, "Thanks Rhys, it's been a good evening." <Ragna> ::smiles sidelong at Tarri:: Yer lad meetin' ye here, then? * Temire smiles at Tarri, "Enjoy yourself Tarri." <Rhys> You're welcome, Temire. Good night! * Temire stands and picks her rose back up as she heads for the door, "Goodnight everyone." <Ragna> G'night, lass. ::waves cheerily and finishes off her mug of spirits:: <Temire> Ragna, if I don't see you again before you leave, have safe and profitable voyages. <Tarri> Oh, no, but it's not far. ::she picks up the box and waves to everyone:: Good night! <Ragna> ::grins:: My thanks to ye, lass. To ye as well. <Ragna> ::pushing her mug towards Rhys:: I'd best be off, m'self. I've another couple hours of work on this order. G'night, Tarri, lass! ::waves:: * Rhys smiles at the departing. "They grow up so quickly." <Rhys> Good night, Ragna. Safe journey. The streets should be fine, but keep your eyes out all the same. <Ragna> ::chuckles:: Aye, humans always do. Ye've known 'em long? <Rhys> Not too long. A couple of years or so. They're at the age, though. <Ragna> ::grins:: I'd just as soon keep m'eyes *in* my head, all the same. But thanks, Master Rhys. ::eyes the closing door:: They are, at that. Well... ::drops a few coins on the bar:: time for me to shove off as well. Back in a few hours, Master Rhys. G'night, now. * Rhys nudges the coins back. "Oh, no. No one who gives a gift freely in the Hall pays for their drink. It's an old, established custom. I can't take your coin." <Ragna> ::laughs and sweeps the coins back into her purse:: She paid for it, fair n'square. It was a commission. But I'll not argue a free mug of spirit. Thanks, Master Rhys. <Rhys> Most welcome, Smith Irontongue. In a few hours, then. <Ragna> Aye. Night, now. * Ragna slides off her chair and tucks her beard back into the top of her leather apron before strolling out into the warm evening. * Rhys follows Ragna to the door and locks it behind her. He heads back into the kitchen and begins to clean up after the evening's glassware. |
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