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* Nacheyla comes in, child free for the evening, and waves the candles into existence. She goes back into the kitchen and the rattle of pots and pans can be heard from the street. A few minutes later, she comes back into the Hall and settles behind the bar. "Hall's Open." * Tarri enters with Orlann at her back, and smiles to see Nacheyla at the bar. She pulls off her cape and takes a seat at the bar. "Lady Nacheyla! I'm glad to see you tonight... I told the Corporal that you would tell him about... well, that you'd give him the Short Version. He met Brother Rook a while back, it seems..." <Nacheyla> ::grins:: Oh, he did? How fascinating... care for a cider, Tarri? Corporal? <Tarri> Yes, please, Lady. * Orlann nods and sits at the bar next to Tarri. "Yes'm, a cider would be good, thanks." * Jaret strolls in, looking quite well rested and in a prime mood. He rests his hat on a peg and strolls amiably over to the bar. "Lady Nacheyla! Such a pleasure to see you again. Might you have back in your treasure trove of delights behind the bar have a bottle of red wine, Arabellan Red perhaps? I have a fondness for it, you know." * Nacheyla pours a few drinks as the scent of fresh bread, grilling meat, and steaming vegetables wafts into the room from the kitchen. <Nacheyla> ::eyes Jaret with a grin:: Nice to see you again, too. ::she fishes a bottle out from below the bar:: I've a 1352 here... will that suffice? <Jaret> Oh, I must have done something right in a former life. Or this one, perhaps. That would be delightful. Please a glass, and don't hesitate to pour yourself one. * Nacheyla fills two glasses with the rich red. "I believe it will go nicely with dinner... is anyone else hungry?" <Jaret> I would entertain the notion of a small plate. I try to eat light while I'm out on the town. <Tarri> We could use some dinner, Lady, if you have enough. <Nacheyla> Are you prowling tonight, Jaret? ::she grins:: All right... it shouldn't be much longer... * Aldis is preceded by her voice. "Come *in* already... I will not allow you to hide at home all week. What's done is done. Come on, a drink or two and some company will be good for you." She sweeps in, dragging a somewhat grumpy-looking Lisl by the elbow after her. <Jaret> Lisl! And Lady Aldis, such a welcome surprise. ::he drops into a sweeping bow at their entrance:: <Nacheyla> ::glances up:: Aldis, dear! How good to see you! And Lisl... well, don't *you* look like a wet cat? I have just the thing for you... ::she bustles back into the kitchen:: * Aldis smiles. She bears a strong facial similarity to her daughter, although her features lack the broad coarseness of Lisl's human half. Her silver hair is plaited up in a crown on her head, and she dresses in her House colors of dark blue and silver. "Good evening, all. How pleasant to see everyone! Lord Jaret, charming as always." She offers him an elven-style bow in return. * Tarri glances up as Aldis and Lisl come in, then looks firmly back at her cider, her mouth taking on a decidedly stubborn set. * Orlann absently twines the loose end of Tarri's sash around his fingers while he drinks his cider. * Lisl enters at her mother's heels, taking one look around the room-- and Tarri's face-- and nearly turning on her heel again. She takes a deep breath and continues in. "Evening, all." * Nacheyla comes back in from the kitchen with two heavy trays and the 'Lert behind her carrying a tray of bread and fixings. * Felice bounces in through the door with her usual exuberance, "Hello Everyone!" <Nacheyla> ::on the platter are: shishkabobs with steak and grilled pepper and onions and tomatoes, a large crock of steamed lima beans drenched in butter, a bowl of baked apple slices with cinnamon, and a tray of wild rice:: <Tarri> Oh, that looks *wonderful*, Lady! * Aldis smiles around the room, taking a seat at the bar. "Good evening, Lady Nacheyla. Motherhood becomes you; you're looking well. Might I have a-- hm. A mug of the house meade, perhaps?" * Nacheyla starts fixing plates of food. She adds an extra helping of lima beans to one plate and sits it in front of Lisl. "Here, Lisl, that should cheer you up." She glances at Aldis. "What, did you take her shopping for a lacy pink dress?" * Nacheyla gets Aldis a mug of meade. * Orlann stares at Felice. "Um..." * Nacheyla passes plates around to Tarri, Orlann, Aldis, and Jaret before fixing one for herself. "Evening, Felice... cream?" * Felice bounces over to the bar and hops up onto a stool, somehow managing to balance her entire body except her tail on top of the stool. * Lisl sits up a little at the sight of the lima beans, glancing around sidelong to make sure no one's watching before picking one out of the bowl with her fingers and slipping it between her lips. * Tarri looks up at Orlann's uncertain tone and follows his gaze to Felice. She laughs softly. "She's all right." She grins impishly. "She won't hurt you. Just a big kitten at heart, really..." * Felice smiles at Nach, "PPPlease!" * Nacheyla pours Felice a mug of rich cream. "I might have a bit of fish in the back, if you're hungry?" <Aldis> ::mutters:: I saw that. ::to Nacheyla:: No, I'm afraid her mood is all of her own making, this time. ::shakes her head:: * Felice somehow manages to brighten and nods vigorously, almost tumbling off the stool in her enthusiasm, "Yes please!" * Orlann continues to watch Felice out of the corner of his eye. * Jaret circumnavigates around the bar crowd to Lisl's side that isn't occupied by her mother. He leans over and murmurs, "What's the matter?" * Nacheyla looks around to make sure everyone is well supplied with drink and food, and then goes back into the kitchen. * Tarri starts nibbling from a skewer, though she nudges the onions to one side. She nudges Orlann. "Eat your dinner. She won't bite you." <Orlann> ::under his breath:: I should *hope* not. Is she a... werecat? * Lisl shakes her head, undertoning back, "The usual. I was stupid." She glances down the bar towards Tarri and Orlann. "I took the Corporal along on a visit to Bleakhill." <Tarri> Not that I ever heard. Just... half-cat. She acts it, most of the time. * Felice picks her mug up with both hands and drinks deeply, when she sets the mug down cream sticks to her up lip. A moment later her tongue darts out and removes the cream. "Ah. All's right with the world." * Nacheyla comes back in with a half a trout wrapped in a bit of brown paper. She sets it next to Felice's mug of cream. "Here you are." * Aldis sips from her mug, sighing in contentment before setting it down and starting in on her meal. * Orlann pokes at his food, rather guiltily shoving all his lima beans to one side. <Nacheyla> Lisl? Did you want a drink? <Felice> Thank you! ::picks the trout up in both hands and begins eating it, watching the other patrons curiously.:: <Lisl> Mug of 'kick, please, Nach. ::stolidly ignoring a glance from her mother:: <Jaret> Oh. That's not stupid, Lisl. You were... concerned. ::he stops, obviously bubbling over with questions:: * Nacheyla fills a stone mug about three-quarters full of the oily liquid. "It's a wonder you can taste your lima beans, Lisl. I don't know how you haven't burned off your taste buds, drinking this... stuff." <Lisl> ::shrugs her shoulder, accepting the mug:: Acquired taste. ::she steals another lima bean from her plate with a sidelong glance at her mother, and washes it down with a swig of 'kick:: * Felice pauses in her eating to unwrap more of the trout. * Nacheyla wipes her hands off. "Don't know why anyone would *want* to acquire it..." She laughs. * Jaret determinedly does not watch Felice eat her trout. * Tarri gives Jaret a sidelong look at his comment to Lisl, but turns back to her dinner. <Lisl> It was stupid... I had no idea what we were going to find... ::shakes her head, eyes bleak:: Should have given a little more thought to... well, to a lot of things. ::glances at Felice and snorts, taking another swallow of 'kick:: * Orlann shakes his head and looks back at his dinner before watching Felice costs him his appetite. * Felice looks up at Lisl, "Yes?" * Aldis takes another sip of meade, looking around with interest. * Lisl shakes her head. "Nothing." * Felice blinks curiously at Lisl. * Orlann takes several bites of baked apple, then several more. In a moment, he has cleared off that side of his plate. * Felice shrugs and resumes eating her fish. * Tarri finishes her skewer (except the onions) and moves on to the beans. She glances up at Nacheyla. "So... the Short Version?" <Nacheyla> ::sits down at the bar across from them:: Is there a short version? ::she grins, then eyes Orlann:: How open minded are you feeling tonight, Corporal? <Jaret> Well... it's all said and done with now, isn't it? A period of morose reflection is appropriate if you deem it necessary. Don't let it drag on too long, though. Part of learning from mistakes involves getting out and doing again. * Lisl eats several more lima beans in succession, and raises her eyebrow at Jaret. "What? Doing the mistakes again?" * Orlann glances at Felice. "Um... how open-minded do I need to be?" * Aldis grins at Jaret. "So I've been saying. But who ever listens to one's mother?" <Nacheyla> ::grins:: Well, I'll try the truth, and if you can't swallow it, I'll be nice and not prove it to you. How's that sound? * Lisl glances at Nach and hides a sudden grin in another swallow of 'kick. * Orlann shoots Tarri a dubious look. * Tarri grins sheepishly and shrugs. "You don't have to know, if you don't want to." <Jaret> Not the mistakes, Lisl. But some sort of action where... well, where you avoid previous mistakes at the least. Your witty and charming mother said something about you being 'hiding at home', though, which doesn't sound very healthy. * Orlann shrugs. "Well, why not?" He smiles tentatively. "I'll not call you a liar to your face, Lady." <Aldis> ::smiles at Jaret:: Ooooh, I like him, Lisl. I don't suppose Lini would let me...? Hm. No, likely not. * Lisl blushes, muttering, "She exaggerates." <Tarri> ::pats Orlann's arm:: You *did* ask where I came from. This is the easiest answer. <Nacheyla> Good enough... ::she thinks a moment:: Let's see... when I was a child, my family was slaughtered by a vampire. That was about two hundred and ninety years ago... <Orlann> ::his eyes widen:: And here you don't look a day over a hundred and five. <Lisl> ::keeping her voice low:: No, you're both right. It's done. I'm more concerned now with the trust it's cost me. ::glances down the bar at Tarri again:: But... ::chews on her lip:: I still don't think any of my reasons for asking him were wrong... I *didn't* know what we'd find, and if... ::shakes her head:: Well, too late for "what if" now. <Nacheyla> ::snickers:: Why, thank you. In my search for vengeance, I came to possess a magic item that extended my life. Greatly. It didn't affect anything else, though, so... I had several children. Thirty-eight, including Cheylon, who was just born last year. <Nacheyla> Since none of my children had the same life-spans that I had, they grew up and had children of their own, and those children had children... ::she shrugs:: Two or three years ago, I had something greater than five hundred descendants living in a small village. Khymrych. * Orlann blinks in astonishment. * Tarri eyes Orlann, trying to gauge whether he's capable of hearing the rest. <Aldis> Ahh, which reminds me... ::glances musingly at Tarri and Orlann:: No, perhaps later. * Orlann looks at Tarri, then at Nacheyla, as if trying to trace a resemblance. <Tarri> ::shakes her head quickly:: My parents moved to Khymrych from Suzail. I'm not of the Blood. <Jaret> ::nodding to Lisl:: Exactly. There's no point in rending your clothes and tearing at your hair now. It's fine to be upset and not be pleased with... whatever may have happened, but there's only so long you can blame yourself. ::quietly:: Tarri should understand. I mean... you did give Orlann a choice, yes? * Nacheyla nods. "She's right. Not to talk about people like breeding stock, but I took some care to bring in other people, usually young couples with not much opportunity where they were, to keep the bloodlines from interbreeding too much." <Tarri> ::smirks:: I tried, Lady. It didn't work out. * Lisl lowers her voice even further, looking Jaret in the eye. "You're a warrior, Jaret. If someone had bloodily murdered everyone you knew, and caused you to fail in your mission to boot, would you turn down the chance for a crack back at them?" <Nacheyla> ::pats Tarri's shoulder:: That's all right, dear... It's not so much a requirement as providing *options*. * Tarri mumbles something into her mug of cider that sounds suspiciously like, "Tell that to those stuck-up old..." <Jaret> Even if the decision is a near certainty doesn't remove the essential fact that the choice exists. ::his eyes flick up and over:: However, not telling Miss Mandeil might not have been the wisest course of action. * Lisl covers an almost hysterical laugh with a cough. "No." <Nacheyla> ::looks a little ashamed:: I'm *working* on that, dear. <Aldis> ::murmuring:: And she didn't inherit her impatience from *this* side of the family. Well... much. * Orlann flickers his eyes between Tarri and Nacheyla. "So... why are you *here* then, ma'am?" * Tarri has the grace to look somewhat ashamed. "I know, Lady." * Aldis takes another sip of meade. <Nacheyla> Peace and quiet, my dear Corporal... peace and quiet... my Children expect a lot of me, and it's better for them, and me, if I'm not around to provide them with *everything* they ask for. <Orlann> ::nods:: That sounds reasonable, Lady... <Lisl> And speaking of telling after the fact... I suppose I should tell Lt. Adiethian that we seemed to have beaten his boys there.... <Nacheyla> In any case, to wind up the Short Short Version... the admiration and respect my family had for me eventually became a sort of worship, and two years ago, I took my place as a lesser power... ::grins at Orlann's disbelieving expression:: I told you, I wouldn't prove it to you. But I really am. * Orlann stares at her. * Aldis smiles a little, regarding Nacheyla over the rim of her mug. "Settling in?" * Nacheyla grins at Aldis. "Mostly... It's been exciting." * Aldis grins wider. "I wouldn't doubt it." * Orlann turns to Tarri. "Is she *serious*? A god? Tending bar?" His eyes are wild. * Tarri gives Orlann a faint smile as she eats the last of her dinner. "It's okay. You get used to it. Kind of. A little. Really, she's here because she wanted to be treated normally. You can just pretend she made the whole thing up if it'll make you feel better." <Lisl> ::wryly:: You should see who else we've had tending bar, here... * Felice finishes her fish and takes a deep drink of her cream, "Thank you Nacheyla." <Nacheyla> Of course, dear... <Jaret> ::replying to Lisl, belatedly:: You did? Well... he did say that he expected to hear from them today. Nothing too out of the ordinary, you beating them there. <Tarri> ::pushing her plate back a little:: Thank you, Lady. That was wonderful. <Lisl> Well... Zoya helped. ::frowning:: But I was rather expecting, time-wise, that they would have gotten there first. Ah, well. Burn that bridge when we come to it, I suppose. I just hope he's not ticked that I was hunting in his territory. * Orlann shakes his head several times. <Tarri> ::pats Orlann's arm soothingly:: You'd have heard, sooner or later, from someone. It's not exactly a secret. Probably better than you heard it from the source. * Nacheyla grins. "Don't worry about it, Corporal... it's just part of who I am, like having black hair and blue eyes... you don't need to believe it, or act any differently if you do." * Felice looks curiously at Lisl, "Find anything good while you were hunting?" * Lisl looks wry, and takes another healthy swallow of 'kick. * Lisl glances over at Felice, eyes somber. "No. Nothing good." * Orlann flinches violently at Felice's question. * Felice blinks at the reaction her question produced. * Tarri shoots Felice an exasperated look and squeezes Orlann's arm slightly. * Orlann leans his head against Tarri's shoulder, shuddering. * Nacheyla raises one eyebrow *way* up. <Nacheyla> I think I'm out of the loop, here. <Jaret> I don't think he'll be that... well, I suppose if you disturbed something, he might be... well, I suppose if he finds out, we'll find out. <Tarri> ::flatly:: Ask Lisl. ::she bends her head to murmur softly to Orlann, soothing him:: * Nacheyla eyes the two of them for a moment, then moves down the bar. "So?" * Lisl glances somewhat guiltily at Tarri before turning to Nacheyla. "I got Zoya to teleport the Corporal and I to Bleakhill last week, to scout the area. His... former home." <Nacheyla> Oh. ::eyes the stricken man:: Bad, I take it? * Lisl nods slowly. * Felice sips her milk, listening to the story. * Lisl lowers her eyes, taking a deep swallow of 'kick. * Orlann pulls himself back together, but twines his dark fingers with Tarri's for comfort. "Someone should speak of it, even if I can't... people should know what happened." * Lisl glances at Orlann and nods, shamefaced. "I... I'm not sure I have the words for it." She meets Nacheyla's eyes. "Bleakhill was... one of the worst slaughter-fields in my memory." * Tarri squeezes Orlann's hand, then pulls her hand free from his. "Wait here a moment." She stands, squares her shoulders, and walks over to stand by Lisl's stool. * Jaret graciously makes room for Tarri. * Aldis nods silent greeting to the girl. * Lisl turns to look at Tarri, and lowers her head. "Tarri. I... I'm sorry I kept this from you. I'm sorry for putting it on your shoulders. Again. I was in the wrong." * Orlann watches Tarri, obviously resisting the urge to follow her. * Felice reaches up and scratches behind her ear with one foot. <Tarri> ::takes a deep breath. When she speaks, her voice is very soft:: You were an experienced warrior and adventurer before my parents' parents ever met. I won't presume to say you had no reason to go out there. I couldn't guess. And he's a grown man, capable of making his own decisions and mistakes, and learning from them, no matter how painful they may be. <Tarri> It seems foolish to me to go off on such a mission half-healed of a crippling injury, or to take a cripple with you on a quest, but I assume you had your reasons for that. ::her mouth tightens briefly:: I only hope you bought something useful with his pain, Lisl. Because healed or not, he's going to insist on going back out there when the Purple Dragons are ready to take action. * Orlann winces. * Lisl nods silent acknowledgement, forcing herself to lift her chin and meet Tarri's eyes. "It *was* foolish to rush into it. I had my reasons, yes... and reasons to ask him along, half-healed or no. But... I regret... avoiding your counsel. And I regret bringing him all raw to face what we found." * Lisl raises her eyes, looking over Tarri's shoulder at Orlann. "I'm not sorry I asked you... you had the right, and it would have been much harder without your company. I *am* sorry for what you had to witness." <Orlann> ::shakes his head:: I... would have been angry, if you'd gone without me. There's enough blame and mistake to spread around. <Tarri> ::closes her eyes for a moment, then sighs and opens them again:: Speaking of counsel... What was in those vials you gave him? He told me you said to use them at need, but didn't say what that need might be.. <Lisl> ::grins faintly, though her eyes are still grave:: Anger I can take. <Lisl> ::blinking:: Oh. Tsk... stupid, again. ::shakes her head:: Healing potions. Just in case. <Lisl> ::looking rueful:: Gods know he wouldn't want *me* trying to heal him. <Tarri> Heal- ::laughs, weakly:: You handed him healing potions and didn't insist he take one *before* you walked into that horror? ::she laughs again, near hysterically, and walks back to Orlann and points at his belt-pouch:: You've got them? Take one. Now. * Orlann blinks, looking sort of bemused. Obediently, he digs around in his pouch and pulls out a narrow glass vial, sealed with wax. <Lisl> ::meekly:: We were riding... I thought it'd be easier on his leg. And I didn't know what good it'd do, with already-tended wounds. ::looks chagrinned:: * Orlann breaks the seal and takes a sip, then makes a dreadful face. "All of it?" <Tarri> ::nods:: All of it. One big gulp. Lady Nacheyla can get you whatever you like to drink, to wash the taste down. * Aldis grins a little, reaching out to thwap Lisl's nose with two fingers. * Nacheyla nods and fills a mug with a bright yellow effervescent drink. * Lisl looks cowed, and colors slightly. * Orlann takes a deep breath and knocks back the rest of the potion as if it were grain alcohol. <Tarri> ::to Lisl:: Healers have to heal from the outside. Magical potions and priest-healing work from the inside. ::she laughs again, tension draining from her frame:: And I can tell you hate horses, now... An injured leg, on horseback... Well, it's better than walking on it, but not much. * Lisl gives Tarri a wry look. "Well, the other option was piggy-back. Which would *you* choose?" <Tarri> ::points at the healing potion:: That. * Orlann coughs and splutters a little, then reaches blindly for the mug on the bar. * Lisl scrubs a hand through her hair. * Nacheyla pushes the mug into Orlann's hand. <Tarri> ::grins at Lisl:: Which is why you should have told me... Didn't you even tell Master Bran? * Orlann takes a large gulp from his mug, then sets it down in astonishment. "What is *this*?" <Nacheyla> ::grins:: Mist o' the Peaks... it's got a lot of sugar in it... <Orlann> ::blinks a few times:: Obviously... ::he takes another, smaller sip:: <Lisl> Of course! He'd have done even worse to me, if I nobbled off one of his patients without his knowledge. I told him I was taking potions. ::makes a face:: I didn't realize he could use them *first*. <Tarri> ::snorts, then leans on the bar, shaking her head and chuckling ruefully:: * Aldis coughs softly a few times into her fist. It takes a few moments for even Jaret to realize that she's laughing. * Orlann finishes the Mist then pokes curiously at his hip. * Tarri sits up to watch Orlann. "How's it feel?" * Felice sips her cream. * Aldis wipes her eyes. "Ahh... she's her father's daughter." * Orlann stands up slowly. "Better..." He takes a few hesitant steps without limping. <Tarri> Wonderful! * Jaret returns to his abandoned wine glass and sips some of the divine wine Nacheyla poured for him earlier. <Lisl> ::looking hopeful:: If it'd help, I gave him two... <Tarri> ::watching Orlann's progress critically:: No... If that brought him *most* of the way, it's better to let it finish on its own. Healing potions are expensive. He's better off saving the other for the future. * Orlann takes another few steps, looking delighted. With a crow of triumph, he picks Tarri up around the waist and lifts her up, turning around in a circle. "I can *walk*!" <Tarri> ::squeaks in surprise and laughs:: * Lisl grins a little, still looking rueful, and takes a hefty swallow of 'kick. * Nacheyla snorts and starts gathering up the dinner dishes. * Lisl wraps her arm somewhat defensively around her plate while she scarfs down the rest of the now-cold lima beans, and has a few pieces of meat. * Orlann completes his turn and sets Tarri back on the floor, blushing, but still looking pleased. * Jaret toasts the freshly ambulatory Orlann and finishes off his wine. "Ahh... a wonderful evening, Lady Nacheyla. You are, as usual, the finest hostess in all of Marsember." <Nacheyla> ::grins at Jaret:: Divine inspiration... * Aldis chuckles. "Now, now... I think *you* have quite a different province of inspiration, Blessed Mother." <Nacheyla> ::shakes a warning finger at Aldis:: You're not so old yet, Aldis, that I couldn't bless *you*. <Aldis> ::grins wickedly:: Good health to you, too, Lady Nacheyla. <Jaret> And with those sorts of comments flying to and fro, it seems wise to make my exit now. Good evening, everyone! <Nacheyla> Good night, Jaret... ::waves cheerily:: * Tarri glances between Nacheyla and Aldis and blushes a bit. She covers by picking up her cider and finishing it off. <Aldis> Good evening, Lord Jaret. We must get together for lunch this week sometime! * Lisl blushes like Tarri, picking up her mug again and draining it in several long swallows. * Felice waves to Jaret, "Night Jaret. Don't get lonely." <Lisl> G'night, Jaret, sleep sweet. * Jaret flips his hat off its peg, and twirls it about his finger. "We must! I shall be in my usual haunts and frequencies." He bows and exits the Hall. * Orlann digs out one thin silver coin and sets it on the bartop. "Thank you for dinner, Lady Barkeeper." * Aldis grins sidelong at Lisl, murmuring softly, "I'll act my age when you act yours." <Nacheyla> Bah... why grow up? It's the first step to growing *old*... * Tarri pulls her cape over her shoulders. "Good night, Lady. Thank you for dinner and everything." * Aldis grins and winks at Nacheyla. * Orlann takes up his cane, but tucks it under his arm, then opens the door for Tarri. "Good even' all." <Lisl> Goodnight Tarri, Orlann. Sleep sweet. * Tarri waves at everyone else, then exits. * Orlann follows after Tarri. * Felice waves, "Goodnight." * Aldis waves, and tsks. "Alas... introductions shall have to wait, it seems." * Aldis finishes her mug of meade and sets it on the floor, watching it with delight as it grows legs and runs to the kitchen. * Felice finishes off her cream, "I'll be going as well. I hope to see you around Aldis." <Nacheyla> ::peers at Lisl:: Are you done picking at your food? <Nacheyla> Good night, Felice. * Aldis nods and waves to the catgirl. <Lisl> Night, Felice. * Lisl pushes her plate towards Nacheyla, looking a faintly grumpy and muttering. "I feel like I'm six..." * Felice exits, a bounce still in her step. <Nacheyla> ::grins and adds the plate to her stack:: <Aldis> Ahhh. Good friends, and a good meal. ::stretches, and dips her fingers into her purse to cast a few silver coins on the bar. "My thanks, Lady Nacheyla." * Lisl slips off her stool, adding her own coins to the pile. "Thanks, Nach. Goodnight." <Nacheyla> ::scoops the silver off the bar and drops it in the lockbox:: Any time, Aldis... do stop by. Cheylon can always use the company. ::she winks:: <Aldis> Hmmm... a bit young for me, I think, but I'd be happy to offer what poor, aged companionship I may. ::grins:: <Aldis> Goodnight. ::turning to Lisl:: Ready, then? * Lisl nods, walking to the door and exiting with a last wave. * Aldis follows Lisl out, her voice fading into the night. "I told you it would be good for you..." <Nacheyla> ::snorts:: <Nacheyla> All right, you... off to get washed... ::she herds the plates into the kitchen:: |
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