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* Rhys gives the bar a final wipedown before heading to the door, unlocking it, and cracking it open. A chill fall breeze snakes through the gap along the floor, and Rhys shivers and lights a fire in the hearth. He returns behind the bar. "Hall's open." * Kevil enters, carrying a largish bundle of flowers under one arm and his lute slung over the other shoulder. He sweeps a theatrical bow to the room, then carefully sets his burdens to one side of the bar, well out of the way, before taking a seat. "Master Rhys, it is good to see you again! How do you fare this chilly evening?" <Rhys> Good evening, Master Bard. Are those from or for your lovely wife? And I'm well enough. About the time of year I need to wrap up well before I go outdoors, of course. Can I get you anything? <Kevil> For her... I saw them as I was passing through the market and simply could not resist. Some hot tea would be most welcome, thank you. <Rhys> Hot tea, of course. ::Rhys begins fetching teacup, saucer, hot water, and some tea:: Sugar or milk with your tea? <Kevil> No, thank you. Though if it is black tea, a bit of lemon would be welcome. * Rhys taps his lip. "Actually... if you're of a mind to have something a little different... have you ever had chai?" * Lisl bumps open the front door with her shoulder and enters, carrying a large deer over her shoulders. "Make way... evening, Rhys..." She turns to scan the room. "Kevil. I'm early?" <Rhys> That depends on when you wanted to arrive, Miss Ferinsdottir. ::he holds the door to the kitchen open for Lisl:: <Kevil> ::eyes light up:: The perfect complement to the evening! ::looks around as Lisl enters:: Lisl... Been busy, I see... <Lisl> Weather's great for hunting. Brisk! ::walks sideways through the kitchen door to offload her burden:: <Kevil> ::snorts:: Brisk is one word for it, I suppose. <Lisl> ::grins:: Zoya told me that if I took that vacation to Anauroch to get away from the wet, I should drag you along. Wouldn't want to deprive Loria, though. <Rhys> ::after making sure Lisl is all the way in the kitchen, Rhys returns to the bar to begin preparing the drink for Kevil of strong black tea, heavy milk, some spices he takes from a secret stash under the bar, and a small dash of sugar:: Here you are, Master Bard. * Candra walks in, wrapped in a heavy blue cloak, the hood pulled low over a pair of grey eyes. She picks a chair near the fire and pulls it close, holding pale hands out to the flames. <Kevil> ::chuckles:: You never know. Loria might thank you. Even when I try to restrain my worries, they wear on her. <Kevil> Ah, thank you, sir. ::wraps his hands gratefully around the mug for a moment before taking a sip, careful not to scald his mouth on the steaming beverage:: Wonderful. <Rhys> Can I pour you anything Miss Ferinsdottir? And welcome to the Hall, Miss. ::addressing Candra:: If I can get you anything, please let me know. * Candra pulls her cloak away from her mouth, revealing pale skin and a full, red mouth. "Good evening. I... would care for something warm, please. Hot cider, perhaps?" * Rhys pours Candra a mug of cider, and stirs his special spoon through it a few times to warm it. "Here you are." <Candra> I'm grateful. ::she takes the mug and cups her hands around it:: I have trouble getting warm, for some reason. ::she shakes her hood back to reveal her thick black hair:: <Rhys> ::nodding:: I've felt similarly, the past week. When you're through with that mug, let me know and I'll have another for you soon as I can. * Candra sips slowly, looking around. She raises one eyebrow, then looks resigned. * Temire enters the Hall, her hair pulled back into a simple pony tail, a battered cloak over her usual shirt and pants. Tonight she's without her sword and sporting what looks like a day or two old black eye. <Lisl> ::distantly, from the kitchen:: Ale, please, Rhys. Don't think I want anything explosive if our guest is who it sounds like. ::thunk, and sound of splashing water from the kitchen:: * Kevil gives Candra a sidelong look, then bows to her with elegant, fluid grace. "Allow me to offer greetings, my lady." * Temire walks across the Hall with a slight limp and takes a stool at the bar, "Evening everyone. What do you recommended for the cooped up with battered bodies and wounded pride Rhys?" <Rhys> Good heavens, Temire. Sit down, sit down. Whatever happened to you? Let me pour you some chai. It'll warm you up, and by the first cup, you'll start feeling better. <Candra> ::nods slightly:: Good evening to you, sir. I am pleased to accept your greetings. * Jaret enters, wearing an immaculately tailored dove grey jacket and pants over an ivory shirt. Everything about his outfit and bearing is rigidly perfect. Not a hair is out of place and every button has a determined shine. His sword sparkles under a fresh polish, and is at his side, and he removes his plumed hat as he enters. "Good evening... everyone." <Candra> ::her eyes narrow:: Malkier. You're late. <Kevil> ::nods politely to Jaret:: My lord Malkier... ::eyes Temire:: It might depend on whether the bodies and pride are your own... * Lisl returns from the kitchen, drying off her hands on a bar towel. "Evening, all. Candra." <Lisl> ::blinks:: What happened to you, Temire? * Temire turns and waves tiredly to Jaret, "Hi Jaret. If you've got the time I might ask for a few more lessons from you once I'm healthy again." * Rhys makes Temire a cup of chai and sets it in front of her. * Jaret looks at all the Patrons, settling on Temire. "I suppose that is feasible, Miss Temire... what happened? Where's your weapon?" * Temire shrugs, "I was trying to bring in a bounty down by the docks. There were unfortunately more of them than I thought. About three times more." She gestures to her bruises. "As bad as this is, they looked worse. Unfortunately, the big fish dropped a load of fruit on top of us before jumping on a ship that was pulling out of the docks." <Lisl> ::blinks:: A fish... with fruit? ::sits at the bar:: Don't they usually use carts to transport that sort of thing? <Kevil> ::chuckles softly:: Be grateful - on that side of town, it could have been so much worse than fruit. * Temire sips her tea. "I left it at home. I'm too sore to swing a sword unless my life depends on it. I memorized some defensive spells before leaving home, so I should be fine unless someone's coming after me specifically. <Temire> " <Jaret> I'm glad you're all right, Temire. In the future, you should also be more careful what you... perhaps I'm not the best to lecture you about that, today. You said the fruit was dropped on 'us'. Who was with you? Are they all right? <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow, glancing from Jaret to Candra and looking speculative:: * Candra eyes the girl for a short time, then turns her attention to the flickering fire. <Temire> The fruit was being unloaded off of a ship with a net and crane. He cut the rope and dropped the whole load on top of us. One thousand gold bounty on a jewel robber. He used trained weasels to do the actual stealing. <Lisl> ::snorts:: Appropriate. ::looks thoughtful:: And he jumped ship? Not local then? If he is, you can just wait 'til he comes back. <Temire> OH! Umm... I think they're alright. The others were the hired help that did this. ::gestures to her face:: Course, I couldn't prove they were hired help, so the Dragons let them all go. AND I had to pay fine for disturbing the peace. And the merchant tried to get me to pay for his produce. * Temire shakes her head, "Nah! That's why the bounty's so high. He's been doing jobs as far west as Waterdeep from what I've been able to gather. He's probably heading for Sembia, but I wasn't able to find out what ship he was on so... <Jaret> Well, in that case, I won't be concerned about them. I'm glad you're not too seriously hurt. And we can resume lessons at some point, time permitting. Perhaps you and Miss Ferinsdottir can both train together. That could present some good opportunities. * Temire sips her chai and sighs contentedly, "Thank you Rhys. I really need this." <Rhys> Of course, Miss Temire. <Lisl> ::reaches for her mug before realizing there isn't one:: Whoops... ale, please, Rhys? <Rhys> Oh! My apologies, Miss Ferinsdottir. I got distracted. ::he pours Lisl a mug of ale:: <Lisl> ::grins:: Meaning, you get to watch me bruise someone else's ribs for a change, Jaret? <Lisl> Not a problem, Rhys. Busy night. * Temire has some more tea, "I don't know about Jaret, but I think I need to put more work in NOT getting hit." <Kevil> ::grins into his own chai:: My mother always said one learned that by getting hit in the first place... <Jaret> Something like that, Lisl. ::he smiles:: "Excuse me." Jaret leaves Temire and goes to sit in a chair by the hearth, near Candra. "Good evening." <Lisl> I don't hit *that* hard when I'm sparring, Temire. ::grins wider:: <Candra> ::glances up at him:: Your penmanship has improved remarkably since the last time I got one of your notes. Pray tell me how I might serve you. <Jaret> Thank you, I've worked on it. When I can. ::he takes a deep breath:: I think I need your help. I'm in a spot of trouble. * Temire starts to chuckle, then winces and puts a hand on her side, "Yohko-sensei and Michelle feel the same way. I wasn't limping until Yohko-sensei decided to beat up on my legs to remind me that it's acceptable to run away, and Michelle insists on only healing me enough so that I won't suffer permanently. Says the pain will teach me about adopting dangerous lifestyles for the excitement. <Temire> " <Candra> You? In trouble? Wonders never cease. ::she looks interested, leaning forward slightly:: <Lisl> ::hikes an eyebrow:: You came home beat up, and Yohko beat you worse? ::mutters:: Dragon lady, indeed... <Candra> ::glances over at the other conversation, her eyebrows raising:: And I thought my "father" was harsh. How comforting. Isn't family wonderful, Malkier? * Rhys is just polishing mugs until someone asks for a drink. Not eavesdropping on conversations, not here, no. Polish polish polish. <Lisl> ::grins at Rhys:: You ever have kids, Rhys? <Temire> Well she let Michelle patch me up, and let me rest a day. She said it was a lesson in not getting in over my head, and pointing out that if something like this had happened outside of town I might not have managed to make it back to town. * Jaret smiles uncertainly. "My father actually came to visit, a few years ago. It was... refreshing, I suppose. I miss him, but I'm not so sure I'm ready for him to stop in again, unannounced." <Rhys> Oh, no, Miss Ferinsdottir. It never really worked out that way. <Candra> ::peers into the bottom of her mug:: Hmmm. I seem to have finished my cider. Malkier, do be a gentleman, would you? ::she holds out the mug:: And see if the kitchen has something on? I'm hungry. <Lisl> ::nods:: She's got a point. That's why most young adventurers join guilds or adventuring parties, after all. Backup. * Jaret takes Candra's mug and stands up. "Of course." He walks to the bar, putting the mug on the counter. "Another cider for the lady, please, 'keep. And do you have any dinner planned for tonight?" <Lisl> ::glances from Jaret to Rhys:: Don't use the deer I just brought in, it needs to drain a bit, yet. * Temire nods, "I know. I just... I haven't found anyone I trust since that quest I went on with Loria and everyone. That's why I've been sticking close to town." Temire seems suddenly very subdued. * Rhys looks at Jaret over the glass he's polishing. "Cider. And I suppose you'll have some of that red wine?" He nods at Lisl. "We have other alternatives." <Jaret> Oh, yes please. I almost forgot. Arabellan Red, please. * Candra looks down at her hands again, studying her fingers almost as if she's never seen them before. After a moment, she balls her hands into fists and tucks them into her robe. * Rhys chews on a response or two before setting the very polished mug down, filling it with cider, and stirring it with his spoon. "I'll get you your wine when I return with supper." <Lisl> Hm. ::frowns at Temire:: Have you tried asking around on the Street of Steel? Plenty of guilds looking for strong young talent. * Temire frowns, "I... I don't feel that comfortable with just throwing in with a random crowd after my experience in the Dragons." * Jaret takes the mug to Candra. "Here you are. The 'keep said he'd make some dinner up shortly." <Candra> My thanks. ::she takes another sip:: So... do enlighten me. Under what dire circumstances do you find yourself in need of my assistance? <Lisl> ::turning her head half in the direction of Jaret and Candra's table and muttering under her breath:: Rhys. His name is Rhys. What *is* it between these two? * Lisl sips her ale. * Rhys returns from the kitchen with a platter of sizzling chops topped with apples and cinnamon in one hand, a stack of plates and utensils in the other. "Dinner is served." * Rhys begins putting chops on plates, and passing them out to interested parties. * Jaret takes two plates, and returns to Candra. "Your meal, madame." * Kevil claims a plate and begins eating with small, swift bites. * Temire drains her chai and grabs a plate, "Could I have some more of this as well please Rhys?" <Candra> Thank you again. ::she takes her plate and carefully cuts her food into small bites:: <Rhys> Of course, Temire. ::Rhys makes Temire another cup:: * Lisl claims a plate and pulls a dagger from her boot to start carving large chunks off the bone. * Jaret politely begins to cut up his chop and he even eats some of it. "How have you been, Candra?" * Temire smiles, "Thanks Rhys." Temire then sets into her food with gusto. <Candra> Cold. ::she takes a few dainty bites, a vivid contrast to the other carnivores in the room:: I've been thinking about trying to find a nice desert somewhere. <Jaret> I hear warm things about Anauroch, to the north. Although that might be a tundral desert, and not the typical, sandy, hot desert you're thinking of. Hm. Perhaps to the south, Calimshan and Amn? <Lisl> ::glances over her shoulder at Jaret:: Lots of slavers and cultists there, aren't there? I thought you two've danced that round before, aye? <Candra> ::nods:: Perhaps. ::chases a bite of pork chop with some apples, then looks directly at Jaret:: I'm still waiting... the more you change the subject, the more curious I am as to what you need. Since you're reluctant to come to the point, I anticipate quite the story. <Jaret> Chult. And that was... different. <Jaret> Seven days ago, I agreed to a duel on a point of honor. The challenger, an elf by the name of... Calareven selected the time of the match, and selected fifty years from that day. * Temire perks up and turns on her stool, holding her cup of chai and openly watching Jaret and Candra's conversation. <Candra> ::raises an eyebrow:: You should make sure to eat more vegetables. <Lisl> ::elbows Temire:: Subtlety, Temire, subtlety. <Temire> Ow! ::rubs the spot Lisl elbowed and turns back to her meal:: <Jaret> I'm don't think an extra helping of carrots is precisely what I need. * Rhys polishes a mug. Polish polish. <Candra> Well, perhaps not. This will... put you at what... ninety or so? * Jaret eyes Candra suspiciously. "Eighties. In my eighties." * Lisl takes another sip of ale and goes back to wolfing down her chops and Not Eavesdropping. <Candra> Ah. I forget... ::a very faint smile touches her lips:: <Jaret> I'm interested in the chance to be so cavalier about decade here and there. For this, as well as other reasons. <Candra> And... you expect me to do... what, exactly? * Kevil looks up at Temire's exclamation of pain, half-smiles, and polishes off the remainder of his meal. "An excellent repast, Master Rhys; my compliments. Are you *quite* certain you would not like a private position?" He grins as he arranges his silverware and pushes the plate gently away. <Lisl> If you're looking to fire Ree, Kevil, let Jaret know first. <Jaret> You said before that you thought you could replicate the elixir you first made, and drank yourself. I ask you now, can you? And what would you ask of me in exchange for it? <Candra> ::bites her lip and looks at him:: Malkier... *Jaret*. You don't want this. <Kevil> Fire Mistress Ree? You out entirely out of your mind? Loria would have my head on the mantle. <Rhys> Oh, you're too kind, Master Bard, but I am content here. <Lisl> ::starts to glance over her shoulder with a look of concern, but stops herself and takes a deep drink of ale:: <Jaret> I wouldn't be so certain of that, Candra. The alternative is growing less and less attractive with every day. <Candra> ::looks at him:: Jaret. There are... problems. With what you're asking me. * Lini enters the hall with her cloak pulled tight around her for warmth. <Jaret> What problems? Right now, it seems the solution to several large problems. * Lisl glances towards the door and sighs, muttering to herself, "She had to say 'problems'... *This* is going to get interesting. Again." * Temire looks curiously at Lisl, blissfully ignorant of IMPENDING DOOM. <Lini> ::shaking back the hood of her cloak Lini surveys the room and starts to walk toward the bar then notices Jaret and Candra's conversation and changes direction.. * Kevil double-takes at Lini's entrance, glances in Jaret's direction, and winces, very slightly. He glances toward his bundle of flowers on the bartop almost guiltily. * Jaret stands as Lini approaches. "Evening. It's good to see you. Are you done for the night?" * Candra looks up, then puts her fingers gently to her forehead. * Lini looks slightly suspiciously at Candra then answers "Yes actually I am, it was a slow night overall and I think I'm finally getting back into the swing of things." * Temire pauses in taking a sip of her chai as she catches a glance of Lini out of the corner of her eye. <Lisl> ::in an undertone:: Rhys? Fresh hot cider, if you will, quickly? * Rhys pours Lisl a mug of cider, stirring it with his spoon before handing it over. "Here you are, Miss Ferinsdottir." <Rhys> Lady D'aermon N'a'shezbaernon? Would you care for anything? <Lisl> My thanks, Rhys. ::picking it up and carrying it over to Jaret and Candra's table:: Here you go, Candra, sorry it took so long. So, what was I saying? * Temire looks curiously at Rhys, but doesn't comment. <Candra> ::takes the mug:: You were telling a very interesting story about your previous boyfriend... pray, do go on. We could move, so we won't disturb the... young lady. * Temire shakes her head and finishes off her meal. * Lini turns to look toward Rhys smiling "Something warm if you please." <Lisl> It's alright, I'm pretty sure my cousin has heard about Jean-Pierre before. ::glances up:: 'Evening, Lini. You've been scarce, lately. * Temire pushes her plate away, "Thank you Rhys, that was delicious." * Rhys makes Lini a mug of hot cider and hands it to her. "This should do." <Lini> ::chuckling slightly:: Yes cousin I have heard and seen quite a bit about Jean-Pierre, but don't let me stop you if you're in the mood to tell tales of younger days. <Lini> ::to Rhys:: Thank you. ::Lini turns her attention back to Jaret and his dinner partner.:: "So what brings you two together this evening?" <Lisl> ::snorts:: Not *that* much younger. * Jaret moves a chair over so Lini can join them. "I was asking Candra how her research has been lately, and if she'd be able to take on a commission for me. We were discussing the highs and lows of the item in question." * Lini looks at Jaret without speaking for a few moments then asks, "And might I ask what item you need commissioned?" <Lisl> ::sighs:: Ah, well, I'm not cut out for intrigue, anyway, ::stands and gives Candra a slight bow and returns to the bar:: <Jaret> I suppose you might. I was enquiring about her perhaps slightly inaccurately named immortality elixir. <Candra> ::sighs:: Malkier... don't you have a plan B? <Lini> Exactly why do you need an immortality elixir? <Jaret> I've only had a week. I'm sort of pleased with myself for having a plan A. <Lini> I suppose you could look at it that way... <Jaret> I need the elixir so I can meet my obligation, and dispatch the elf who threw her spittle into my face last week. The side benefit of not getting old and dying off has its attractions as well, of course. * Kevil glances idly out the window, jumps to see one of the late lamplighters strolling by and quickly swallows the last of his now-cold chai. He leaves a handful of coins on the bar, and scoops up his lute and his flowers. "I am expected home soon... I hope to see you all again soon." He bows to the room, offers Rhys an additional, respectful nod, and hurries out into the night. <Rhys> Good night, Master Bard. I hope your wife enjoys her flowers. <Lisl> Evening, Kevil, give your spouses my greetings. * Lisl takes a seat at the bar again with a sigh, plunking her empty mug on the table. "One more of these, if you will, Rhys." <Temire> Night Kevil. * Rhys pours Lisl another ale. "Last call, everyone." <Lini> ::sighs:: I know why you feel you need the elixir but really, do you even think that this obligation will ever come to pass. The date was set so far in the future and any number of events could occur before then. <Jaret> Yes, I do think it will come to pass. I'm going to meet the obligation, despite whatever 'mights' and 'coulds' cross my path between now and then. * Candra eyes the two and wonders if she could sneak out while they quarrel. <Lisl> ::shakes her head, muttering into her mug:: Dammit, Nach, where are you? ::she takes a sip:: * Temire looks curiously at Lisl. <Lisl> ::returns Temire's glance:: You haven't heard from her recently, have you? * Temire shakes her head, "'Fraid not. I can tell her you're looking for her if I happen to bump into her, but I'd think you'd have better luck talking to Loria." <Lini> I'm just saying that just because she's and elf doesn't mean she'll be here to meet you. Accidents happen ::smiling ever so slightly:: even when honor says you need to fight her. ::under her breath:: "Not that it was very honorable to set a date when you expect you opponent to be to old to fight" <Jaret> I think it's fairly well established that the challenger wasn't very honorable in her choices. ::he looks at Lini curiously:: Why are you trying to talk me out of this? <Candra> ::conversationally, to Lisl:: Not that I don't fully expect Malkier to make a feisty old man. Do you think they're too occupied to notice if I depart? <Lisl> Ah! ::snaps her fingers:: Dammit, why didn't I think of that? <Jaret> If you leave, Candra, I hope you won't mind if I invite myself over at some point to continue our conversation. <Lini> ::Slightly exasperated:: I didn't say that I was trying to talk you out of it, but any plan that is centered around her::turning to look at Candra:: concerns me just a bit. <Lisl> ::glances over at Candra with a grin:: That answer your question? <Lisl> ::to Candra:: And why are *you* trying to talk him out of it? Don't want to get stuck with him in the long run? <Candra> ::takes a deep breath:: Well, regardless of what your... ::eyes Lini for a long moment:: may think. She happens to be right, even if for all the wrong reasons. * Temire takes a sip from her empty cup. * Lini makes an almost unnoticeable shift toward Candra and then stops. "Oh really..." * Lisl blinks. "Aerdrie. They agree on something?" She hunches her shoulders and looks towards the ceiling warily. <Candra> Oh. Really. Would you like to stab me? Would it make you feel better? Won't bother me much, and perhaps we could just have a nice chat afterwards. ::she pulls open her cloak to reveal a low cut gown:: Right here is good. * Temire turns and watches the conversation a little bugged eyed after Candra's statement. * Lini shales her head at Candra in dismay. "You really are an annoying little bit, you know that." <Candra> I'm aware. <Lini> Then i guess we do agree on something. <Lisl> Ladies, ladies... and I use the term loosely. ::picks up her mug again with a sigh and returns to the table:: <Candra> ::in a low voice:: I never *asked* him to come. You know that. He pointed himself in another direction long before you met him. My regrets are my own, but you needn't hold it against me. I've done nothing to you. * Rhys coughs. "I'd really rather there not be any stabbings or impalings tonight." <Lisl> ::eyes Candra:: You left her bleeding on my floor. Although as I understand, you were just the transportation, that time. Hm. You never *did* pay for that carpet... <Lisl> Let's put the question another way... Candra, you do this sort of thing for a living. Can you think of *another* way, offhand, that Jaret might have a reasonable expectation of remaining in fighting trim fifty years from now? * Candra reaches under her cloak and pulls out a bag. "Here, then." She tosses it more at Lisl than to her, but hey... "You ask me to come here, wish me to do you a favor the likes of which you were never entitled to when you *did* care for me, and you subject me to the abuse of your... whatever she is. Leave me in peace, as I've tried to do for you." <Jaret> Everyone, please. Candra, I didn't realize this was going to become so... hostile. We can meet later, in another place of your choosing, to continue our conversation, if you wish. But I want to actually talk about this, not receive vague warnings and then by stymied in my requests. <Lini> I am not becoming hostile, but if she can't even be civil enough to put a name to my place in your life you can understand where I might grow justifiable annoyed. <Jaret> Lini, you were sharp with her before she declined to pigeonhole you. I'm not sure what it is about this notion that has everyone's nerves so raw, but I don't think the current company is precisely soothing each other. <Lini> I am sharp with her because I don't trust her. Then again I don't trust very many people....but thats not the point. <Jaret> Candra, can meet for lunch tomorrow somewhere in the Marsember to talk this over? Please? Lini, we can discuss this together until the sun comes up in the morning if that's what you want. And whether or not you trust Candra, I do. <Lini> I know that you do, I don;t doubt that, but your right we should discuss this another time. * Candra smiles slightly and puts her cleavage away. "Perhaps I am not trustworthy, Jaret." She turns to Lisl. "Pray, forgive my tardiness in payment of the damage to your house. The dungeons of Chult are not well suited towards the earning of coin, and I have been neglectful in my duty." <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: Last I heard you had... some sort of professorship going, didn't you? What happened? <Lisl> Chult is probably *not* the most restful place for a sabbatical, you know. * Lini finally takes a long swig of her drink. "Well I guess there isn't much else to talk about here, maybe I should have just worked late this evening after all. ::pulls up her cloak:: <Jaret> Lini, if you'll wait a moment, I'll walk you home. <Candra> I've been... busy. ::turning back to Jaret:: <Lisl> ::hefts the bag Candra tossed her a couple of times, removes a handful of coin from it, and tosses it back:: My carpets aren't that nice. * Lini nods at Jaret "Of course." <Lisl> Jaret-- call on me tomorrow, would you please? I'll be home. ::under the table, she puts a hand on Candra's forearm:: <Jaret> Of course, Lisl. <Lisl> ::leans back and gestures for Candra to continue:: * Lisl takes a swallow of ale, rubbing her fingers together with a small frown. <Candra> She does not trust me, Malkier. You should not linger, perhaps. Go. If you wish, call on me at my home. We can discuss things. Quietly. <Lisl> ::looks surprised:: You live here? <Candra> ::chuckles:: You think I what... borrowed a dragon to fly over for the evening? <Jaret> I'm sorry, Candra. If I'd known this might've happened, I would have paid you a private call first. ::he puts a somewhat larger stack of coins on the bar than usual:: For myself, and the lady. Sorry for the late hour. * Rhys sweeps Jaret's coins into the strong box without comment. "Evening." <Candra> For what it's worth - admittedly, very little - I am sorry. Your lover... grates on my nerves. <Lisl> ::dryly:: The thought had crossed my mind. Ah, well. ::glances at Jaret:: I still wouldn't mind talking to you, Jaret, but I was going to offer to act as go-between, if you needed. ::sighs:: <Lisl> ::snorts and mutters into her mug:: I'm fairly sure the feeling's mutual. * Jaret grins at Candra. "A quality she and I share sometimes, it seems. I hope the rest of your evening is more pleasant than this has been. And I can stop by, while I'm out, Lisl." * Lisl tips up her mug to drain it in a few long swallows and carries it back to the bar. <Lisl> ::nods:: I... well, there's got to be a better way. I'm with Candra on that one... long years aren't all they're cracked up to be, sometimes. * Candra reaches out and touches his cheek lightly. Her fingers are cold. "You never did understand me. If you will have it, you will. Full disclosure. Which is more than I got. Some bargains... cost more. Good night." * Jaret leaves the bar, picking up his hat as he goes. Lini meets him at the door and starts quietly and casually talking at him in drow as soon as they are out the door. * Candra turns to Rhys and drops a very low curtsey. "I thank you, your wisdom, for your kindness and hospitality. Fair you well." * Lisl sets down a short stack of coins for Rhys. "That insolent {insert vilely rude elven insult about parentage here}... she *really* needs a spanking." * Rhys bows from the waist to Candra. "Pleasant evening, lady." * Rhys smiles thinly. "I hope I'm not around when you try to give it to her. Good night, Miss Ferinsdottir." <Candra> ::to Lisl:: Did you wish to converse? I'd been given that impression, if you would walk with me? <Lisl> Sleep sweet, Rhys. * Temire drops some coins on the bar, "Why is it whenever things get exciting I wish they'd get peaceful, and whenever they're peaceful I wish for and get something like tonight?" <Rhys> Nature of the world, Miss Temire. Good night. I hope you heal quickly. <Lisl> ::nods:: Aye. After you. ::retrieves her bowstaff from the corner and holds the door for Candra:: Home safe, Temire, goodnight. * Temire stands with a groan and nods to Rhys, "So how many more years before I learn to accept it?" * Candra tucks her hands deeply into her cloak and heads out. <Temire> Night Lisl. <Rhys> I'm not sure you ever do. <Temire> ::wry smile:: Well there's a cheery thought. Night Rhys. ::heads out the door:: * Rhys follows Temire to the door, and locks it behind her. He banks the fire in the fireplace, and then heads back into the kitchen to clean up the night's dishes. |
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