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* Rhys rambles in from the back room, lighting the lanterns and adding another log to the small fire in the hearth. He unlocks the door, and returns behind the bar. "Hall's open." * Orlann limps in, leaning on his cane. "Good evenin', sir. Miserable spring we're having." He shivers a bit and stands near the fire for a minute, drying out. * Tarri comes in, a fur-collared cape over her shoulders to shield against the spring rain. She smiles cheerfully at Rhys as she shakes water from her hair. "Hello, Master Altain!" * Tarri flashes Orlann a bright smile. "Hello, Corporal! How's your leg?" <Rhys> Marsember spring's can be like this. And good evening, Miss Mandeil. What can I get for the two of you? * Tarri perches on a barstool. "Hot cider?" * Orlann sits heavily at a table and pulls a small, battered cap out from where he has tucked it into his belt. He peers inside the cap and counts out a half-dozen copper coins. "A beer, and perhaps a loaf of your fine bread?" <Rhys> I can manage that. ::he gets a mug off the racks behind the bar, pours some cider into it, and stirs it with a spoon he takes from a lined case in his pocket until the cider steams:: Here you are, Miss Mandeil. <Tarri> Thank you. ::she cups her hands around the mug for a moment before sipping:: * Meghan heads in, pushing back the hood of her cloak once inside. She is alone tonight "I thought it was spring?" She heads to the bar. * Orlann gives Tarri a hesitant smile. "It's feeling a mite poorly this evening. Probably the rain." <Rhys> Beer and bread, indeed. A good simple meal. Let me get you the beer now, and I'll have the bread ready soon enough. <Rhys> It's spring, yes, but it's still not certain which way to turn. Soon enough, and it'll make up its mind. What can I get for you, Miss Lore? <Tarri> ::nods sympathetically to Orlann:: Probably. Go see Master Bran, or come see me, if it still pains you tomorrow, though. ::nodding at his capful of coins with a smile:: Been singing for your supper? <Meghan> ::Sits at the bar:: Something warm would be nice. Hot cocoa maybe. <Orlann> ::nods:: Story-telling, yes miss, I have. It's a fair sum, days that it's not quite so bitter. <Rhys> Hot cocoa it shall be, then. ::he sifts some of the dark brown powder into a cup and adds hot milk.:: Hot cocoa for you. And, if everyone will excuse me for a moment, I'll have a look at the bread. <Tarri> ::nods and smiles:: I should think so. You're a very good storyteller. * Meghan puts her hands around her mug and sips her cocoa. <Orlann> ::smiles:: You're kind to say it, miss... I'm only fair. My mother, she knew a fortune's worth of song and tale, but I can't remember but half of them. <Tarri> ::laughs:: Well, perhaps you'll have to make up some of your own. * Rhys heads back into the kitchen, and a few minutes later comes bustling out again, a few loaves of bread on a plate, the fresh-baked aroma wafting across the Hall. He sets down small crocks of butter and honey by the platter. "That should do. None of the bottomless appetites are present tonight." <Meghan> Oh my that smells wonderful. * Orlann does business-like things with bread and honey. <Tarri> ::draws in a deep breath:: Yes, it does. ::She waits for Orlann to help himself, then reaches over for a slice.:: * Meghan reaches out and takes a piece as well. She takes a bite and sighs "Mmmmm" <Tarri> ::gives Meghan a smile:: Where's your little one tonight? * Orlann eats, staring into the fire. <Meghan> Oh Sabrina is with her. She came by to give me a night to myself ::she smiles:: <Tarri> That must be nice. <Meghan> ::nods:: Very. I don't often get a whole night to myself. <Tarri> ::smling slyly:: Then how come you're here and not out with Lord Aldril? <Meghan> ::laughs:: To be honest I am not sure where he is tonight, and Sabrina's visit was unexpected. I think she was feeling lonely. <Tarri> ::chuckles and has another bite of bread:: * Meghan glances to Orlann and then smiles at Tarri. "And how are you?" <Tarri> ::grins:: Oh, I'm good. ::she brushes the fur on the collar of her cape:: You like my birthday present? <Meghan> ::nods:: It's lovely. I didn't realize it was your birthday. I hope it was enjoyable? <Tarri> ::nods:: Yesterday... I had a good day. <Meghan> Good ::she smiles and sips her cocoa:: * Orlann glances over at Meghan. "Oh, I'm well, ma'am, thank you. Hoping this cold snap'll break before my next week's reckoning is due.: <Orlann> " <Tarri> ::looking concerned:: Are you much short? * Orlann looks a bit flustered. "I should be all right, miss. Just a little worrisome. I don't think the proprietor of the 'Oak will have me thrown. My stories have been bringing him extra custom in the evening." <Tarri> ::nods:: Just don't get yourself into too much of a fix. You've got friends, you know. ::she tosses him a quick smile before taking a sip of cider.:: * Orlann blushes, a tell-tale only visible in the darkening of his cheeks. "I wouldn't want to put you out, miss." * Lisl enters, shedding her cloak and shaking water from her hair like a dog. "Evening, all." She glances around. "Quiet night... no one's seen Zoya as yet?" <Tarri> ::grins:: Well, I'm not the only one who might help... But you wouldn't be putting me out, truly. ::turns as the door opens:: Lisl! Hello! <Rhys> Evening, Lisl. No, I can't say as I have. I think she went with Bai on his little adventure, however. <Tarri> Were you looking for the Priestess? <Lisl> ::smiling, the first easy, genuine smile anyone's seen on her face for awhile:: They're back safe. I talked to Jaret last night, and looked up Zoya at the Tower, but she was out. * Orlann bows from the neck. "Good evening, Mistress Lisl. Fare you well this evening?" <Tarri> Oh, that's good to hear! <Lisl> ::nodding back to Orlann and grinning:: Aside from being wetter than a goose's arse out there, aye, well enough. <Rhys> Oh, good news, good news. <Meghan> Hi Lisl. ::eats her piece of bread:: <Rhys> Can I get you anything to drink or eat, Lisl? <Lisl> Hmm... night like this... I think mulled wine would down well, thanks, Rhys. ::taking a seat at the bar:: <Rhys> Mulled wine it shall be, then. :: he pours some wine out of one of the taps, stirs some spices in, and puts his spoon in the goblet with a quiet hiss. He stirs for a bit and then takes the spoon out and hands the goblet to Lisl:: Here you are. * Lisl gives the spoon an odd glance, but accepts the goblet with thanks. * Meghan looks up and over to Orlann. "Orlann do you think you could stop by the orphanage in a few days? One of the windows in the upstairs broke and I need it replaced." * Orlann digs around in the battered cap and a small leather pouch at his waist, counting coins. He half-turns to shield the few coins from Tarri's line of sight. <Orlann> ::blinks, looking up:: Ma'am? <Meghan> I was hoping you could. I have the glass I just need it to be put back in the window. <Orlann> Oh... ::thinks a minute:: I probably can, ma'am. Can't guarantee the construction, I've not done much glazing. * Lisl glances around again, smiling a little, and pauses to study Tarri for a moment with a faint frown. "Tarri? New cloak from Bran? What-- oh. Ah, hells... I'm sorry. I forgot, didn't I?" * Yb enters wearing denim overall over what appears to be a black leotard. The rain is steaming off her body as the door closes behind her. * Yb bounces over to the bar, waving frantically to everyone, "HELLO!" * Rhys straightens behind the counter. "Evening, Miss Yb. How are you tonight?" <Tarri> ::laughs:: It's okay, Lisl. I wasn't home most of the day anyway. * Yb perches on a stool, "Quite well Rhys. How are you?" * Tarri looks at Yb distinctly nervously and edges away from her a little. <Lisl> ::smiles:: I'll bring you-- ::breaks off, turning to eye the new arrival warily and nodding with cold civility. "Yb." <Rhys> Oh, all right, I suppose. I could do without the rain, but I'm sure there's a reason for it. Can I get you anything? * Yb looks at Tarri, "I'm sorry, I can't remember if I did anything to you or not. Whatever it was I apologize. I haven't been myself for the past decade or so." <Tarri> ::blinks at Yb, confused:: * Yb waves to Lisl, "Hey Lisl! How have you been?" * Orlann raises one eyebrow at the newcomer. * Meghan raises an eyebrow at Yb as she sips her cocoa. * Yb looks at the taps, and points at one at random, "That one!" * Rhys puts a squirmy mug under the tap and pulls the handle. An thick orange liquid that seems to have some sort of floating particles in it pours into the mug, and a thin ring of white foam forms around the rim of the mug. "Here you are, Miss Yb." * Orlann scrapes his few coins back into his pouch. "How big a window, ma'am?" * Yb sips her drink and her smile brightens, "Thank you Rhys!" <Meghan> Oh not very big. Just a bedroom window. One of the boys broke it out. <Rhys> You're welcome, Miss Yb. <Orlann> ::nods:: Well, I c'n come by and take a look. Handiwork's not my best skill, but I kept Lina's cabin... ::he closes his eyes for a long moment:: kept her cabin warm and winter-tight. * Lisl sips her wine. "Bai's still well, I hope, Yb?" * Meghan nods, reaching to touch his arm lightly "Thank you." <Tarri> ::casts Orlann a concerned look, then grins at Meghan:: I broke my window once, when I was... Oh, seven or so. My mother wouldn't have it fixed until summer was over, so I had to keep the shutters closed the whole season. I was always *very* careful around windows after that. <Meghan> ::nods with a smile:: That's a good idea. I'll have to remember it ::She winks at Tarri:: * Yb nods to Lisl, "Yeah. He's still recovering and trying to get settled in to his new role or he woulda come with me." * Orlann glances at the newcomer, then raises an eyebrow at Tarri. "Who's the young lady who's making everyone as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a rocker-shop?" <Tarri> ::glances at Yb again, then explains to Orlann in an quiet whisper:: She's... kind of a mage. But completely insane. I guess she's mostly normal tonight. Or... or maybe they fixed her. But she's usually... ::shakes her head and spreads her hands helplessly, unable to convey the enormity of Yb's dementia:: <Lisl> ::nodding neutrally and taking another sip:: And you're right as rain, I hear. * Orlann looks unconvinced, but decides to let it slide. * Yb shakes her head, "Rain's all wet." * Lisl glances at Tarri and makes an unobtrusive "later" gesture towards her. <Lisl> ::keeping her tone neutral:: So it is. How would you describe it, then? * Yb blinks, "Rain?" * Lisl glances at Yb briefly. "You." * Yb thinks for a moment, "You know, I hadn't really thought about how I'd describe myself." Smiles brightly, "Been too busy enjoying being myself again." Smile drops a little, "Well mostly myself." <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: Care to elaborate on that last bit? <Yb> Well... I didn't used to be this flighty. Come to think of it, I may have been a bit of a stuck up bitch. I'd have to ask Bai, not that he has a terribly objective perspective, but he's the only one I've got. Well I suppose I could dig up some dead spirits and ask them, but I don't really see the point. ::shrugs:: That answer your question? * Orlann shakes his head and turns his attention back to his loaf of bread and beer. * Lisl seems to have difficulty swallowing for a moment, and coughs lightly as she puts her goblet back down. "Mostly, I think." * Yb looks concerned, "Are you alright Lisl?" * Tarri turns from the conversation between Yb and Lisl and cocks her head curiously at Orlann. "Where are you telling your stories?" <Lisl> Fine. ::thumps her chest:: Just went down the wrong pipe. <Orlann> ::hastily finishes chewing a bite of bread:: There's a nice corner near Blaze Alley where there's a bench to sit on and a bit of shade from the trees. <Yb> Oh. So what have you been up to Lisl? <Tarri> ::thinks:: Oh, I think I know the corner. It's very nice over there. Are the trees in bloom yet? <Orlann> They keep thinkin' about it, but the weather hasn't been quite so cooperative... maybe next week. <Tarri> ::nods:: Maybe I'll walk by, if the weather's nice one day. <Orlann> ::smiles tentatively:: I'm sure I'd be pleased to see you, miss Tarri. <Lisl> ::shrugs a shoulder:: The usual things. Hunting. Sparring. Drinking. * Meghan pushes back her empty mug and stands, pulling her cloak around her. <Rhys> Leaving early, Miss Lore? * Yb thinks for a moment, "I seem to remember you drank something that exploded... Or did I do that?" <Tarri> ::smiles:: Save a story for me. <Meghan> ::nods:: Yes I think I am going to head for home ::She smiles to Rhys:: <Rhys> Good night then, Miss Lore. Safe journey. <Orlann> ::nods:: I'll think of one special for you. ::to Meghan:: Should I stop in, after the rains stop, ma'am? <Lisl> ::glances over and lifts a hand:: Night, Meghan. Sleep sweet. <Tarri> ::waves to Meghan:: Good night! Give Abby an extra hug for me! <Meghan> ;:nods:: That would be fine Orlann, whenever you have the time ::she waves:: Goodnight everyone. * Yb waves at Meghan, "Goodnight Miss I Don't Remember Your Name!" <Lisl> ::returning her attention to Yb, taking another sip of wine:: Not while I was drinking it. * Adiethian is a man in his early middle age, with blocky, plain features, wearing civilian clothes and carrying an unadorned long sword at his side. He enters the Hall and looks around. <Yb> Oh good. I... I'm worried I really hurt some people. * Lisl glances at the door as it opens, raises an eyebrow, and turns her attention back to her drink. <Lisl> You did. * Adiethian nods his head to Rhys, spots Orlann over by the fire and approaches him. "Corporal Drilgar? My name is Lieutenant Adiethian. I'm with the Purple Dragons. I don't know how well you remember me, you were quite tired when I talked to you, and there were other people in the room." * Orlann straightens unconsciously, almost at attention. "Good evening, sir." * Tarri looks up at Adiethian curiously. * Lisl glances at Adiethian again, warily. * Yb looks sad, "Umm... I don't suppose you could maybe... Point me towards who... I think I remember Moon Dancer and Vallel... but... Not many besides them." * Adiethian gestures to a nearby chair. "Do you mind if I sit? It's been a long night. I thought you were out at Master Cormac's, but he directed me here." <Orlann> ::nods:: Please do, Lieutenant. I'm now staying at the Old Oak Inn, for nights, once I was well enough to leave Master Bran's care. * Adiethian slowly eases into the chair. "Ahh.. that's a welcome respite. In any case, I wanted to let you know what we're doing about your report. We've sent a light expeditionary force out to investigate. That's ten Purple Dragons, backed up by a pair of War Wizards. They'll go out there, see what there is to see, and report back. We should hear from them in a week or so." <Orlann> ::carefully:: That's a small group. <Lisl> Moon Dancer is... ::glances towards the blackened swords over the mantle:: ...no longer with us. Vallel lives at Zoya's Tower with Glossaria, his wife. Then there's Loria and Kevil... they live in town, as well. ::she glances towards Adiethian's table again, briefly, and turns to face Yb squarely:: Would you accept a piece of advice from me? * Yb looks worried, "Okay." * Adiethian nods. "That's the idea. They're not supposed to be noticed by anything in the countryside, not to seek out anything that could be too dangerous. They're all qualified mountaineers, experienced in living off the land. If they catch wind of something that's too big for them, they're to get out immediately. They're good men. Well, men and women. They'll do fine." <Orlann> ::frowns, but nods reluctantly:: If you say, sir. * Adiethian stands. "So, in a week we should have an idea of what transpired. It's good to see you up and around, Corporal. I'll let you know when we hear something. Good night." * Orlann stands as Adiethian leaves. "Good evening, sir." * Adiethian turns, nods to any of the general population of the Hall who are looking his way, and exits. * Orlann flops back into his seat with a worried frown. * Tarri looks at Orlann. "That's good, isn't it?" <Lisl> ::looking Yb in the eye:: The Yb you are now is, gods willing, nothing like the Yb you were when you did those things. ::looking Yb slowly up and down:: But where heart and mind may have changed, your appearance hasn't... seeing you again could bring those people fresh hurt from bad memories they thought they'd buried, and your words won't mean much to them in light of that. <Orlann> ::shrugs:: If they come back, aye. ::looks thoughtfully after the Lieutenant:: <Tarri> ::bites her lip:: You... you told them everything, though. They know it's bad, they'll be prepared for it. And two wizards... <Lisl> You want to make a difference? *Be* different. Don't live in your past, live to make up for it, if that's what you feel you need to do to set your conscience at rest. * Yb blinks at Lisl in confusion, "I don't understand." <Lisl> ::turns away again, taking a swallow of wine:: No, neither did I. But you will, eventually. <Orlann> ::looking into the bottom of his mug:: City guard, miss, they think those of us from lesser towns are simple. That we've no mind to know the difference between twenty and two hundred. I don't think the Lieutenant would call me *liar* to my face, but I don't think he quite believes I know of what I spoke. * Yb frowns, "Umm... Lisl... Can I make it up to people by being different if I'm not here?" <Lisl> ::glances over at Orlann:: Adiethian's better than most at this, Orlann. I don't think he'd sell you short. But he may not be the one giving the orders here, either. <Tarri> ::touches Orlann's hand:: Even if he thinks you were exaggerating or mistaken, Corporal, he has to know it would take an enormous force to... ::hesitates:: to do that much damage. * Orlann nods brusquely. "I... gods grant them luck and speed, s'all." <Lisl> ::nods agreement with Orlann, frowning into her cup for a long moment before looking up at Yb and shaking her head. "Sorry? I was distracted a moment." <Yb> ::rolls her mug in her hands:: Well it's just that... I can't stay here. I can visit, but I can't stay. <Orlann> ::even lower:: I wish I was fit enough to go with, but I'd just be a burden, as I am. <Tarri> ::firmly:: You were wounded very badly, Corporal. There's no shame in having to heal. <Lisl> ::nodding:: Ah. Yes, Jaret said you and Bai were going home. ::shakes her head:: I think you misunderstand my meaning. What I'm trying to say is... you can't make up for what you did. It's done. Trying to undo it is... ::takes a deep breath and lets it out:: Well, often as not it only makes things worse, and in the end, it doesn't really help matters. What you *can* do is learn from it, and live like you have. Do better. *Be* better. And for gods' sake, if you have the power to help, do it. * Lisl glances over at Orlann again, her expression troubled and thoughtful. <Yb> Umm... I'm not sure... I mean... I'm supposed to serve Chaos, not Good. I mean there's nothing wrong with me being good, but I'm not supposed to make moral judgements in my duties. <Tarri> ::half-smiling, worry shining in her eyes:: And... you're recovering very fast. Maybe by the time they're done scouting, you'll... you'll be well enough to go with them to take care of things. ::she obviously doesn't really like this idea, but is grasping at straws to reassure Orlann:: * Orlann looks up at her. "Perhaps. I should like to cause hurt to them, in the name of the people I loved and lived among." <Lisl> ::grins and shrugs a shoulder:: Well, that's my advice, you can take or leave it, as you choose. But... you're a person, Yb, not a duty. ::shrugs again:: Talk to Bai about it... I think... ::glances at Yb again:: I think if he had been all duty and no conscience, you'd be dead right now. <Tarri> ::wryly:: I understand that, anyway... ::her eyes are far away for a moment before they focus on him again:: Just promise to be careful, if you do go. * Yb nods, "True. But then, if he hadn't honored duty, he... Well he really wouldn't be interested in me anymore." * Orlann touches Tarri's cheek hesitantly, as if he's not quite sure he dares. "Soldiers don't die toothless abed, miss Tarri, but I've no intention of giving my name to the gods any time soon." <Lisl> ::snorts:: If you really believe that, Yb, you haven't really talked to the man. <Tarri> ::smiles slightly and puts her hand over Orlann's:: Good. If you died, there'd be no one left to remember them. ::her smile widens:: Besides, I didn't do all that work to help Master Bran put you back together for nothing. * Yb shakes her head, "I'll take your word if you're referring to your cousin. I was referring to the Staff of Order. I don't know if he could have resisted it after he'd saved me." * Orlann gazes at Tarri for a moment, then darkens and looks at the floor, a shy grin twitching up the corners of his mouth. "I've been honored to know you, miss Tarri. I won't abuse your handiwork." <Lisl> ::frowns:: Jaret didn't tell me much about what happened... I don't think he rightly understood it, himself. Not sure if *I'd* understand it, come to that... but what do you mean, resisted it? <Tarri> Thank you. ::she smiles, then abruptly yawns:: I think I'd better be heading home now, though... * Yb thinks, "Umm... Have you ever heard stories about how REALLY powerful magic items can control their owners?" <Lisl> ::neutrally:: Aye. * Orlann stands and bows to Tarri. "Good night, then, miss Tarri. I'll look forward to your walk-by." <Yb> Well the Staff of Order is one of the four most powerful magic items in our world. It's more powerful than most of the gods from our world. And when Bai got ahold of it it tried to take control of him. It wasn't interested in saving me at all. If it hadn't been destroyed in the fight with Chaos it may very well have made him try to kill me, or at least having nothing to do with me. * Lisl glances over as Orlann stands up. "You're leaving already, Tarri? Goodnight, then... mind if I stop over tomorrow to talk to you?" * Yb waves to Tarri, "Goodnight Girl I Hope I Didn't Do Anything To!" * Tarri finishes off the last of her cider and puts the mug on the bar. "I'll look forward to it too, Corporal. Don't forget my story." She winks, then looks at Lisl. "Tomorrow? Um... I think I'm free most of tomorrow, yes." <Lisl> ::undertoning to Yb:: She's a good friend of Vallel's too, you should know. ::louder, to Tarri:: Alright. I'll be by, then. <Tarri> ::gives Yb a weak smile and a little wave, then a more hardy farewell to everyone else before ducking back out into the chill and rain:: * Orlann watches Tarri go. <Lisl> ::frowns, turning back to Yb:: So... how does that matter to how he feels about you now? * Lisl glances over, watching Orlann watch the closing door. * Rhys starts cleaning up glasses. "Last call, everyone." <Lisl> ::shakes her head quickly:: So soon? ::glances out the window:: Damn... I did come late, didn't I? ::lifts her goblet and drains the last of the now-cold wine:: * Yb finishes her drink, "Well if it hadn't been for his duty he might not have stuck around to fight Chaos after saving me, so the Staff wouldn't have been destroyed." * Orlann finishes his beer. He pulls out a slightly stained handkerchief and wraps up the remnants of the bread in it before tucking it into his belt-pouch. He counts out a few copper coins and lays them on the table. <Lisl> ::grins:: Well, I didn't say he forgot about duty entirely. Just that... that's not what was driving him. <Lisl> Entirely. ::grins:: <Yb> ::smiles:: I know. Just pointing out that he wouldn't be Bai if he didn't have both. <Lisl> ::laughs:: True. Well... ::smiles at Yb:: I wish you luck and joy of each other. * Yb rises, "Thank you for the drink Rhys. How much do I owe you?" * Yb smiles and hugs Lisl, "Thank you Lisl." <Rhys> No charge for brand new incarnations of deific powers. Have a pleasant evening, and try not to blow anything up. * Orlann puts his beer mug onto the bar. "Thank you, sir, for the beer." <Lisl> ::looks faintly uncomfortable, but pats Yb on the back:: * Yb mock pouts at Rhys, "Not even a little?" <Lisl> ::pushes her goblet away and slides off her stool:: Corporal... * Orlann turns. "Yes, Mistress Lisl?" <Rhys> Quite welcome, Corporal. That'll be two coppers for the lot, and I think we have the last slice of a wheel of cheese back in the kitchen that's going to go soon if no one wants it. No charge if you'll take it off our hands. <Lisl> Sorry for eavesdropping... you've moved out of Crow's Nest, I take it? * Orlann picks out two coppers. "I'll be glad of the cheese, sir, thank you." * Rhys heads back into the kitchen and comes back out with a slice of some bright orange cheddar which he's wrapping in cheesecloth. "Here you are. Have a good walk back to the Old Oak. Pleasant evening to you." <Lisl> ::grins at Orlann's coppers:: You're lucky. I can't even get him to take my money, most of the time. * Orlann nods to Lisl. "Yes'm. I've taken a room at the Old Oak. Didn't feel it was right to impose on Master Bran, when he'd so many other patients to see to." <Rhys> Not even a little, Yb. <Yb> ::smiles:: Alright Rhys. ::heads to the door waving:: Goodnight everyone! * Yb exits the Hall, the rain turnign to confetti as it strikes her. <Lisl> Night, Yb! Safe journeys. ::nods to Orlann:: Well enough. If you're still interested in sparring, though, be glad to have you. ::grins:: I have a few other friends that might start showing up soon. <Orlann> ::nods:: I can use the work-out... ::glances at Rhys:: But I should be going, now, ma'am. <Lisl> ::nods affably:: Mind if I walk you back? <Orlann> ::shrugs:: If you like, ma'am. ::he looks a little embarrassed, but good natured:: <Rhys> Pleasant evening, you two. * Orlann nods and waves to Rhys before holding the door open for Lisl. <Lisl> Right. ::looks over her shoulder as she goes to fetch her cloak from the peg by the door:: Night, Rhys. ::walks out, and holds the door from the outside for Orlann:: After you, Corporal. It's been awhile since I've been to the Oak. * Orlann leaves the Hall. * Rhys follows the duo to the door and locks it behind them. He collects the evening's glassware and goes back into the kitchen, dimming the lights as he passes them. |
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