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* Lisl sits at her ease at a back table of the Weasel's Warren, her back to the door. The waitress has just carried away an empty bowl, goggling a bit at the clean bottom, and replaced it with another mug of ale and a loaf of mostly-not-stale, remarkably unweevily bread. * Dawn thumps into the chair opposite Lisl's and looks suspiciously at her bread. "They've finally figured out how to get the damn beer to stand up without a glass, eh?" <Lisl> It's all in the malt. ::gestures to the waitress for a second mug:: How've you been, Dawn? <Dawn> Busy. ::Dawn catches the waitress's eye and with an elaborate gesture, sends her back to the bar for an only slightly-greasy glass half-filled with some tawny liquid.:: And you? <Lisl> I manage to keep myself out of trouble, most days. ::cocks her head:: I've got myself a bit of a bodyguarding job, just now. <Dawn> Yeah? ::he tips about a quarter of his drink into his mouth, swallowing quickly:: Not your usual line, is it? Good pay? <Lisl> I do it on occasion, for friends. This one's for a friend. ::takes a swallow of her formalda-- er, beer:: * Dawn eyes Lisl over the rim of his glass. "How long've we known each other, Lisl?" <Lisl> ::looks faintly surprised at the question, and casts an eye upward, thinking:: Two and a half, three years, I'd say? Why? <Dawn> ::looks down at his glass again, slowly twirling it and watching the liquor ripple:: If this is a warn-away, just come out and say so. <Lisl> ::grins a little:: I was under the impression that it made you uncomfortable when I got direct. ::takes another swallow and leans back:: More the opposite, really. As I was about to say, my friend's man-- you're probably familiar with him, tall, dark, and scaly?-- just caught wind of something foul in the ranks. He's looking into it, probably with an eye to cleaning house, and asked me to keep an eye on her in case of any... repercussions. <Lisl> ::her faint grin hardens into a thin line:: I don't know much about it, but he says a prisoner was killed... tortured to death. I'm sure he wouldn't care for my opinion on the matter, but... I'd say, if the dead man had any friends... whoever was responsible for that mess would deserve what's coming to him, from whatever corner. <Dawn> ::watches her as she speaks, his blue eyes hard and icy, then nods tersely:: Coming to her, actually. ::he takes another gulp from his glass:: <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: Ahh, you've heard about the matter, then. Figured you'd have ears out. ::nods, and shrugs a shoulder:: Well, my scaly friend's looking into it. Aside from his safety-- and my charge's, of course, I really have no interest in the matter. ::grins, showing teeth:: Not that you care about my opinion, one way or the other, but I thought it'd be nice to compare notes, and all. <Dawn> What do you know? <Lisl> ::spreads her empty hands:: Like I said... not much. And I'm probably happier that way. ::grins again:: Tarri said... ::thinks a moment:: something about a psionic being blackmailed, I think. ::scowls:: I imagine Tyl and Bluestar wouldn't be too happy with that, either, but that's their affair. <Dawn> I haven't been able to contact her for months, now. And I'm not stupid enough to try to involve *him* without being *fucking* desperate. <Lisl> ::scratches her chin and takes another swallow of beer:: I haven't been in touch, recently, but I think she said something about a much-needed vacation. <Dawn> Hmm. But what you've heard is true.... Why's the lizard think his girl needs protecting? He's no mindbender. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: Someone in the garrison is dirty. You really think someone who'd pressure a *psionic* that way would be above hurting someone's loved ones, if she thought it'd keep him off her neck? <Lisl> ::grins:: He can be stupid at times, but he's not *that* stupid. <Dawn> ::considers:: I don't thinks she's quite that stupid. But that end of it's none of my business, so... ::shrugs:: <Lisl> ::nods:: Fair enough. ::grins wider:: As I said, *none* of it's my concern. I'm just looking after Tarri and keeping my head down. <Dawn> ::smirks:: Aye, don't worry it overmuch. *We*, at least, have no interest in the girl, or in your lizard. We only involved him at all in order to get him out of the way. <Lisl> ::raises her eyebrows, and swallows her first reaction with a mouthful of beer:: Well now... I *did* underestimate your reach. My apologies. ::offers him a seated half-bow:: <Dawn> ::snorts:: It's all in knowing exactly who to make friends with. <Lisl> ::grins:: Well, I know you're good at that. <Dawn> Against all expectation, aye? ::he smirks again and downs the final gulp of his liquor:: <Lisl> ::chuckles and lowers her voice:: What, you *want* to get bitten? <Dawn> ::laughs and leans back in his chair:: Not unless I can have it your way. <Lisl> ::snorts:: I'm given to understand it doesn't work that way. Nor is it all it's cracked up to be-- no, scratch that. It *is* all it's cracked up to be. <Dawn> ::shrugs:: Why waste time wondering about things that can't be? <Lisl> Eh. Some people call it "dreaming," and it's a good way to keep from dwelling on the depressing state of things as they are, for some. Hells, some people even make money writing about it. <Dawn> ::grins:: I make money in other ways, and I'm too busy right now for dreams. * Lisl toasts Dawn with her mug and drains it, and pockets her remaining half-loaf of bread. "Well, by all means, don't let me keep you in idle conversation, then." * Dawn stands. "Fun as it would be, I *am* too fucking busy. Thanks for the tip." He grins and tosses a few coins on the table. "Let me know if your ward ever gets tired of her lizard." <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow and grins:: What, you? Tsk. You *really* couldn't afford her. Trust me. <Lisl> She might... ::lowers her voice in horror:: *domesticate* you. Besides, then I'd have to let our white-haired friend know that your eye was wandering. ::winks:: <Dawn> ::laughs drily:: Couldn't have that, could I? Ah, well, can't blame a guy for looking, anyhow... ::he flips up the hood of his ratty cloak, nods in amiable farewell, and strolls away:: |
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