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(OOC) Fri Feb 23 1901 05:29 PM by "Alois" at "Wandering Path - Taproom" (OOC)

Alois is sitting at the bar, head down in books, muttering softly to himself in drow..

Dermott looks to the doorway, and smiles widely as she stands, moving to the feline. "Good eve, milady," he says, bowing to Ophelia and grinning.

Dakini arrives from Erythyn Street.

Dakini waves to the folks she knows as she strides in.

Ophelia quietly, quickly scans the room before meeting her husband's gaze with a warm regard and a pleasant smile. Blue-green eyes sparkle with warmth and she slips closer toward him, purring, "Have you secured for us a table?"

Alois takes a sip of his drink and sets it down distractedly..

Dermott says, "Indeed I have, milady. Come; we've guests in the Sphere, and more than a few of them will be here tonight."

Ophelia lifts a brow with some small show of curiosity. "Guests, have we?" she queries, her lips curving upward slightly. Her steps fall evenly upon the floor as she makes her way toward the table.

Xarlen arrives from Erythyn Street.

Dermott cheerfully waves to Dakini as she enters. "Indeed, and one is here now. Good evening, madame Dakini...."

Dakini settles down with her customary goblet of honey mead, the large joint of meat, and her dinner, at a table near the fire. She grins, "Good eve, Dermott, Dermott's lady."

Kern opens the door, and lets Keesha in first. He looks a little peaked, but rather satisfied..."You're making an honest teacher of me, you know...you take to this sort of thing like you were born to it."

Keesha steps in, then flutters to her favorite perch. "I'm glad you think so... I haven't worked this hard since the Academy."

Dakini looks up in interest at Keesha, "Ah, so you've started your training, Keesha? Sounds like it goes well?"

Dermott chuckles softly. "Dakini, this is my wife, Lady Ophelia. I believe I've mentioned her. Milady, this is Dakini Stardancer, who owns the Dammerung apartments, across the city.

Kern nods! to Dakini. "It helps that she has a strong will and a sophisticated scientific background. That helps when you focus on wyld magic."

Xarlen slips in through the door. The faint sound of metal across the floor board rises, as the copper tip of his cane bounces back and forth. As the elf slips inside, arm sweeping to the left, checking that direction, he steps left, out of the door, to let those behind pass. A pause, listening, before instinctively, slowly moving to his left, and eventually finding a suitable table skirting the wall. A chair pulled back; hearing no protest from anyone who might be in, the elf drops into his seat, settling back.

Keesha nods to Dakini. "That I have. Local magic seems to be a mental manipulation of energy, and our own physics applies. Let's me short-circuit the training process."

Ophelia turns toward Dakini as Dermott acknowledges her, studying the other quietly for a lingering solemn moment. The silence is broken soon after a belated smile creases the feline's features and she purrs to the elf, "Charmed."

Dakini nods politely to Dermott & Ophelia, grins at Keesha & Kern, "Logic was always one of Keesha's strong suits..." then looks curiously at the newly entered drow... interesting. Someone she's not seen before.

Dakini chuckles quietly.

Dermott glances over to the doorway, taking note in passing of the drow entering. "Ah, Kern, hello there! And madame Keesha, you seem to have gotten quite the lesson today...."

Alois takes a quick glance up from the paperwork that he's firmly enmeshed in at the odd sounds coming from near the door...

Kern nods to Dermott. "We're already on basic spells, although she's best at manipulating raw magic."

    Dakini grins lazily at you from behind the reflective blue-green shades which hide her eyes. Her hair is long and tousled, a bright, red-gold mane that occasionally hides her small pointed ears. She's a tall, slender, strong woman, with small but callused hands, and well-muscled forearms. She wears a soft, comfortably loose, ivory silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Over that is a sturdy, quilted, sleeveless tunic of dark indigo blue embroidered with intertwined silvery stars and ivory-gold unicorns. It is belted off snugly with a wide, well-worn leather belt. On her right hip, tied down about the right thigh, rides a holstered flechette pistol. On her left hangs a decorated and runically embossed scabbard with the plain, worn-leather-and-wire wrapped pommel of a short sword protruding from it. Sturdy, worn dueling gloves are tucked into the back of the belt, mostly hiding a cross-holstered dagger. Slung over one shoulder is her battered, padded leather airwoman's jacket, heavily decorated on the back with a rabidly snarling, eight-limbed, winged beast, and numerous other colorful decorations on shoulders, arms, and front. Her long legs are fitted with snug breeches, and her knee-high, well-used black leather boots and jacket smell pleasingly of years of quality leather care.

Kern procures an odd looking drink from Talabrina, and sits in his regular, comfy, high-backed chair.

Dermott nods, then turns to Ophelia. "This is Keesha, captain of the Chirikh. Madame Keesha, may I present my wife, Ophelia...."

Alois gives the new elf a quick appraisal, then looks back down at his books.

Keesha flits down from her perch and lands by Dermott and his lady. "Ma'am. I hope you are feeling better now?"

Kern flashes a smile at Ophelia. "Evening, 'Lia. Glad to see you up and about."

Kern takes a large draught of his drink and grimaces.

Ophelia's visage enlightens with immediate glowing sparkle as she purrs with honey-laden voice to Kern, her hand lightly passing over his upper arm in quiet, brief touch, "Thank you for your concern." Looking now to Keesha, she tacks on, "Both of you."

Dakini raises a curious eyebrow at the newcomer, studying him curiously for a moment... then politely goes back to watching others.

Xarlen settles in against his chair, cane nestled into a comfy spot, leaning against his hip. Oddly enough, he seems statuesque in the stiffness of his posture, head cocked to one side.

Kern coughs a little and looks at Alois. "What's got you down? Surely the windows that Prism broke didn't hurt your profits that much."

Dermott gestures to a nearby table. "Please, let's sit together. It'll be good to talk...."

Keesha nods, and flits back up to her upside-down perch. She settles her wings and watches the room while sipping from a mug, unobtrusively keeping an ear on the room.

Alois looks up and smirks at Kern. "Do you know how difficult the books are to keep in a place like this?"

Ophelia waves her hand with an airy flamboyance as she nods with Dermott's suggestion, taking the lead to that aforementioned table and choosing her spot.

Kern arches an eyebrow and then murmurs. "Depends on which books they are, I suppose...." he replies without inflection.

Dermott settles into a seat beside Ophelia, folding his hands upon the tabletop.

Dakini quietly eats her dinner, with the dedication of the hungry and/or hard-working, although her interest and curiosity in regards to her dinner companions is evident in how she watches those around her, from behind the blue-green shades.

Kern finishes his drink, and signals Talabrina. He looks around at the mostly quiet patrons....and then spots Harlequin.

Ophelia slips her hand subtly over Dermott's while she leans closer toward him, her purr quiet and low, "How about ordering for us some spirits, Captain."

Kern looks the Gold over circumspectly, without belligerence, but also without warmth. It is an assessing gaze.

Dermott flicks an ear slightly, and nods to Ophelia. "Certainly, milady. Elvirquist?"

Talabrina swishes over with a mug of zzar for Kern, and then goes over, waiting patiently for Dermott and Ophelia's order.

Xarlen, breaking from stillness to stretch, tilts his head once more. Fingers lifting, to brush across the wood of his table's top. The elf seems not to notice Kern's gaze, in fact quite oblivious to it. Though, the darkness of spectacles peer back at Kern hollowly.

Ophelia shakes her head, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders with soft gleaming waves. "Something a bit more exotic tonight." Glancing about the room, she notices the faces of strangers and purrs with rich voice, "To celebrate the novelty of patrons," she explains.

Talabrina bobs with a smile and disappears behind the bar to get the order.

Dermott nods, and looks to Talabrina... and blinks as the elf is already off to the bar. "Well," he quips, "she would know how to fill the order thank I!"

Hati pads in to the room, a very large wolf. He pauses inside the door, and then walks slowly around the outside edge of the room, looking to see who is here.

Keesha skrees, "I'm sure someone will drink it sooner or later. The 'novelty' of patrons, Lady Ophelia? How do you mean?"

Dakini looks up as the big wolf enters, her quietly thoughtful face warming into a welcoming smile.

Hati's circumnavigation of the room takes him to Alois, who he pauses at to sniff, curiously, again.

Ophelia hrms, quirking a brow and answers absently, "Apparently so." Her gaze lingers upon the golden elf for a moment before leaving it to find interest in the large lupine.

Talabrina reappears a moment later bearing two goblets. "Elverquisst for you..." she places one goblet in front of Dermott. "And Icewine for the lady."

Xarlen, head turning to Talabrina's direction, lifts a slender-fingered hand, gesturing in beckons for the bar maid.

Alois looks down from his stool at the wolf sniffing him.. "Evening.."

Talabrina grins at Ophelia. "Hope that's special enough for you..." She then moves over to the Gold Elf. "What may I get you?"

Ophelia glances to the glass set before her, then up to Talabrina, a cool smile playing upon her lips. "-Ice-wine," she purrs, her voice deceptively smooth. "What an interesting choice, Brina."

Dermott glances over at Alois' words, and smiles, "Ah, good eve, Hati...."

Dakini grins.

Talabrina blinks and turns to look at Ophelia disingenuously. "What? You wanted something special...we just got that imported in from Krynn."

Xarlen nods his head as Talabrina makes herself known by him. "An Elverquisst, if you would? A healthy goblet at that," He offers with the faintest hints of a smile, if not pressed, at the corners of lips.

Hati's tail wags cheerfully at Alois, before he moves on. He sees Dakini's smile, and wags to her, too, before continuing in his circumnavigation. He moves along to Dermott, returning his greeting with a friendly sniff and quiet chuff.

Gala'madred tries to go into the back, but is stopped by the guard.

Dermott takes up his goblet. "And this is Hati," he introduces the wolf to Ophelia. "Hati, this is my lady, Ophelia....'

Talabrina smiles and nods. "I'll see what we can dig up in stock..." She swishes away and disappears again.

Hati looks at the bipedal wolf while he's talking, and then looks at the white feline, padding up to her to take her scent.

Gala'madred passes by the guard and into the back room of the Path.

Alois chuckles, "You can let him back there.. No doubt he's up to no good but I suppose that's to be expected!"

    Keesha is a bat. She is relatively short, standing - or more often hanging - a little under 5 feet tall on clawed feet, including her oversized and elaborately ridged ears. Her grin shows a mouthful of _extremely_ sharp teeth in a pointed muzzle, and a twinkle dances in her large-pupiled eyes. She is covered in fine dark brown fur, almost downy on her wings, and somewhat coarser in a cowlick between her ears...her headfur is cut short to stay out of her way in flight. Keesha's arms are integral to her wings, supporting them on jointed bone spurs that extend from her elbows and wrists. Her hands fold back along the wings in flight...on the ground, her wings fold up, letting her use her hands with only a little loss of dexterity. She wears a rather low-slung pair of shorts and a tunic split up the sides to accommodate her wing membranes. Both are in the same dark brown as her fur, and she blends easily into the shadows. An amber pendant hangs from her neck, a pouch is strapped to her left leg and a sheathed dagger is on her right thigh.

    This is a huge, heavily furred dire wolf. From black nose to silvered tail-tip he is easily 8 ft long, and stands about 4 and a half feet at his powerful shoulders. His thick, silvery coat is glossy with health, and strong, curving claws tip his large paws. Long legs are built for running, and his green eyes are bright with intelligence. Half-hidden by his shaggy ruff, a wide leather collar can be seen, inscribed with colorful protective runes. In the center an elegant script can be barely discerned. In basic elvish it spells out "Dakini's Hati."

    The figure who's features have been caught by a glance appears to be that of an elf. From the high cheek bones beneath sun kissed flesh, the pointed ears which pushes up through the golden mane of hair that washes in locks down to shoulders, and the slender physique of most elven kind suggests nothing but. Angled, yet handsome features lead the male's face. Wispy bangs drift over a pair of glasses over the elf's face. Though, the lenses are of a black tint, seeming to be crafted of pure obsidian, so much that one can not see through the other side. This might suggest that the figure's eyes are not for viewing, either from an onlooker's perception, or for seeing all together. The visage most commonly seen on the elf is a slight stoic, blank expression, though a smile is not uncommon to touch his lips. From the soles of his feet to the top of his head, the elf stands five foot, three inches, with his face framed by a hood of a sable shaded wool cloak, thick for the wintry weather, and the wisps of blonde hair beneath the shade of the hood. Held tight around his neck by a tied cord, the cloak flows down to cover his form. Though, with an arm usually held out, clutching a cane of well-crafted wood, and the elf's movements cause the flap to open, revealing the body beneath. A tunic of earthen brown stretches across the slender but healthy torso. The tunic ends at upper thighs, overlapping breeches of dense cloth, colored a slate charcoal. His cloak ends to brush along the tops of dark brown leather boots.

    Dermott is a young gray wolf, not too far from middle-aged. His pelt is a neatly-groomed pale gray, with some lighter and darker highlights. His features are a little sleeker than most wolves' giving him a faintly 'stream- lined' appearance. His eyes are both a soulful, deep, rich brown, alight with some amusement. He glances your way when he notices you looking at him, and the look of eternal bemusement on his face warms for a moment. His stance is plantigrade, and he walks with a casual, yet very slightly cautious air about him. His tufted ears perk alertly at most sounds, and his bushy tail droops down behind his back through a small buttoned slit in his jacket. Upon his right ring finger, he wears a mokume wedding band, and upon his opposite wrist he wears a thin bracelet of gold strands, woven together in Turk's head fashion. He wears a plain dark blue tunic, fairly well-tailored, that buttons up the front from his waist to the high collar. There are buttoned pockets on his chest and on the hips of the tunic, and a black belt cinches it. The collar, epaulets, and cuffs are flat black; a simple wolf-skull-and-crossbones pattern is embroidered on the collar. he wears also a pair of off-white trousers, with a dark blue stripe running down the outside seam, and a pair of flat black boots. Tunic and trousers appear to be of a tough, comfortable synthetic. At his side, hung by a black baldric across his chest, is a sheathed schiavona, a basket-hilted broadsword.

Ophelia's facial features are as still as porcelain, seacolored eyes following the serving wench with a nigh haughty regard. In the instant she feels a cool flow of air upon her, her glance snaps toward Hati and the transformation of her icy glance melts into a saccharine-y smile. "Hati," she repeats. "How lovely."

Dakini raises an amused eyebrow, watching the big wolf and the cat.

Dakini gives Hati a stern glance.

Alois chuckles again.. though at what, or who, is unclear. He bows his head back down to his work.

Hati politely does not eat the cat, and moves on to look at and scent the new elf he doesn't know, waling cautiously up to the gold elf, trying not to startle him.

Dermott glances between Ophelia and Hati, arching an eyebrow.

Dakini relaxes slightly, calmly continuing her meal.

Talabrina appears a moment later with a goblet and places it in front of Xarlen. and then shows the bottle. "1267, from Evermeet. An excellent year."

Keesha waves a wing at Talabrina as she returns. "A mead for me, and whatever the day's special is, please."

Xarlen's hand absently brushes over the smooth wood of his cane before returning it atop the table. A golden brow does lift, as Hati nears, but attention is grabbed once Talabrina returns. Hand questing, running over the bottle from whence a thwack from it striking wood was heard. "My appreciation is yours," He replies to her. "Evermeet you say..."

Hati stops looking at Xarlen when Talabrina comes up to him. After she has had a chance to set her bottle down, lest she drop it, he steps up to her, and sniffs at her, not having been close enough to get her scent before.

Talabrina smiles widely at Xarlen. "We care to get the very best, when we can."

Talabrina sets the bottle down, and gently offers two fingers to Hati to sniff.

Xarlen's smile creeps further onto his lips, though perhaps to the most scrutinizing of observers, it's painted on. "I'm sure that also applies to the employees, hmm?"

Hati sniffs the drow's proffered hand, wagging his tail cheerfully at her.

Talabrina turns her brilliant smile back to Xarlen. "I have served well these many years, and received many compliments. So I would say, humbly so, that Alois chose me wisely, yes."

Ophelia's hands breezily pass over her body as if she is somehow ridding herself of some heinous affront, sniffing lightly as if offended by the lupine's apparently primal greeting. Without another glance, she takes a long sip of her Icewine, dismissing him.

Dakini eyes the blind drow curiously... odd word choice.

Dakini snickers quietly, although at what precisely isn't quite clear.

Xarlen's hand glides up to uncork the elven made spirits. Fingers questing, he eventually does find the goblet, with perhaps too much groping over the table. Pouring his drink within, a finger crooked over the edge, "Then, this Alois, I must say, has good taste."

Dermott arches an eyebrow, glancing to his wife with a wry grin upon his own very lupine muzzle.

Talabrina places her hand down tentatively on Hati's head, questioningly.

Dakini smiles, and says clearly, "You may tell him that yourself, sir... Alois is present in the room. The huge dire wolf that just sniffed at you is Hati, and I hight Dakini Stardancer zu Dammerung. You are...?"

Alois looks up from his books and nods his head at Xarlen, "Thanks."

Hati's ears flick back when his mistress speaks, but he doesn't move away from Talabrina, as it doesn't seem that she needs him at the moment, and there's someone handy who seems willing to rub his ears.

Xarlen picking up without almost loosing a beat, "...someone who just arrived," He replies evenly. As the spirits run up nearly to the rim, which hits his finger, the elf returns the bottle to it's spot. "Dakini..." An expression as if trying to remember something, "You do run the homestead here, yes?"

Gala'madred arrives from the back room.

Gala'madred walks out of the back room, and glides over to his nearby customary table in the back corner.

Hati watches Gala'madred enter, curiously.

Alois says, "Evening, Brother."

Talabrina smiles widely at the large wolf and willingly scritches his ears. "Would you like a soup bone, honored sir?"

Gala'madred says, "Vendui', Alton"

Dakini chuckles, "Very well then, Mr. Whojustarrived. Do your friends call you Someone? Yes, I run the Dammerung, although I'm not sure 'homestead' is precisely what I'd call it... hm. Then again, I'm not sure precisely what I'd call it, so I suppose homesteading works as well as any other name."

Dermott glances over. "Good evening, Gala'maDred....

Ophelia gives Dermott a reassuring smile, the event forgotten with a wave of her hand. Her curiosity is piqued when she eavesdrops on Xarlen's conversation with Dakini, ears turning like radar dishes toward the duo.

Kern stifles a chuckle at Dakini's words and nods a greeting to Dred.

Gala'madred sweeps his cloak out of the way and sits down, with his back towards the wall. He looks around briefly, then turns to look at the bar. He tries to flag Talabrina down with a curt wave of one hand.

Gala'madred smiles. "Ah, good evening Captain Dermott!"

Hati wags his tail at the pleasant rubbing, and chuffs in a politely dismissive way at the kind offer. When Alois calls Gala'madred 'brother', he wonders if they smell alike, and wanders over to him, curiously.

Xarlen's head tilts in Alois' direction, when the drow speaks, but his attention is thusly soaked in by Dakini. "I see. Ah, sadly, this lady here," Hand gesturing to where Talabrina resides, "I haven't been introduced to, either. But, I assume one could use my name, lady Dakini. Harlequin."

Gala'madred gestures hello to Kern.

Dakini politely does more introductions, "You are referring to Talabrina, I believe."

Dermott smiles to Ophelia quietly, reaching over to gently put his hand over hers.

Ophelia glances toward Gala'madred, though her ears continue to be tuned in toward Xarlen and Dakini. Lifting her glass, she says to the short drow, "Zarazz, join us in having some Icewine. Its apparently all the rage and Talabrina assures it's just been imported."

Gala'madred's head snaps around, as he hears footsteps approaching him. He tilts his head slightly as he looks Hati over.

Talabrina disappears behind the bar a moment and gets Keesha her long awaited mead. "The rothe is almost done, I'll bring some out when it is." She then follows Hati over to Gala'maDred. "Good to see you in, Governor. What can I get you?"

Gala'madred says, "Uh... what kind of icewine are they drinking over there?"

Keesha nods in acknowledgement and takes a sip. "Thank you, Tal."

Xarlen nods his head. "Well then, I'll have to remember that name, when thirst gets the better of me." At that, 'Harlequin' lifts his glass and takes a draw from the goblet, brows rising at the potent drink. With a sigh, goblet returned, he nods to Dakini. "My thanks, for introductions."

Ophelia turns her hand upward, capturing Dermott's paw and interlacing her fingers with his for a brief squeeze, before releasing. Shrugging to the drow, she simply smiles, answering, "Have a taste, if you would like," and offers him her glass.

Gala'madred says, "And get this poor wolf something to eat, he looks half-starved!"

Dakini grins at Gala'madred's words.

Talabrina smiles that bright smile. "A few we just got in from a trader that stopped by Krynn. Would you like some of the same, Governor?"

Gala'madred says hello to the wolf in surface elven.

Gala'madred gestures at Ophelia and tells Talabrina, "Bring me a taste of it. How old is it?"

Dermott blinks, glancing to the glass, and takes it up with curiosity, then takes a cautious sip of it. "Oh," he says, "it's very good... I think I've had it once before, but not quite that good...."

Hati blinks surprisedly at Gala'madred, and cocks his head curiously at him, wondering why the elf reached that conclusion. He blinks again, and chuffs quietly, and wags his tail at Gala'madred's words.

Talabrina thinks a moment. "The bottle I cracked open...hmm, I can't remember the year off the top of my head...aged well though, brewed before the Dragonlance War...let me go check."

Talabrina swishes away and down below.

Keesha skrees, "Icewine, eh? How do they make that?"

Gala'madred watches the wolf, and smiles when his tail starts to wag. "Talabrina always forgets to feed the wolves.. My Nightshade is always whining to me that she's hungry, every time I come in."

Alois says, "Frozen grapes.."

Safix arrives from Erythyn Street.

Dakini smiles and nods to Safix as she arrives.

Gala'madred says, "They let the grapes stay on the vines until the beginning of winter. The first frost either freezes the grapes, or wipes out most of the crop. "

Safix scans the room, hesitates, then crosses to a table near Dakini.

Alois slips off of his stool and goes over to a rack of small keg. He pours a glass of light wine from one of them and brings it over to Safix. He offers it to her, "Evening.."

Keesha skrees, "Ah. I was thinking it would be something like brandy, with some of the water frozen out of normal wine."

Gala'madred waits impatiently for his drink.

Hati looks curiously at the bat, and then pads to Kern, giving the human a quick sniff, too.

Dakini adds, "It's rare for that reason. Quite delicious." She smiles at Safix, raising an inquiring eyebrow at the smaller woman, then inclining her head at the seat next to her.

Talabrina reappears several moments later holding the bottle, and a small rocks glass. "349 AC, Governor" She says as she pours a bit of the wine into the glass.

Xarlen, after taking another draw from his cup, continues. "This Dammerung... Are there vacancies open, at the moment? I've yet to find a place to rest my boots, and anything is better then the alleys, mm?"

Dermott says, "Ah, good evening, madame Safix! Allow me to introduce you to my lady, please?"

Ophelia settles back into her chair, though, as usual, employs a rather rigid posture. Her tail tip flicks once beneath the table. "Leave the bottle," she instructs Talabrina.

Kern smiles down at Hati. "Well met, my furred friend."

Dakini nods to Xarlen, "There are a few rooms left on... Dusk level, or is it Twilight? You can tell easily by the directories."

Gala'madred takes the glass and sniffs the wine. He inspects it closely, turning his infravision on. His eyes glow redly for a few moments. He strokes his chin thoughtfully with long slender fingers.

Hati gives Kern a canine smile, and finally makes his way over to his mistress, stopping next to Safix to take her scent, too.

Dakini waits until he's next to the table she's at before she says, "Well met, Hati... how goes? Got you a nice hot rothe joint waiting. Did you get the bookshelves all up and done?"

Xarlen offers a little grin at Dakini, a hand gesturing to his glasses. "Perhaps I would have a little difficulty with the directories?"

Gala'madred says, "It will do. Tell the Lady I will accept her offer for a glass, and join her table momentarily."

Dakini says, "Not really, Harlequin. Use touch to find them. They're by the stairs."

Gala'madred sets the glass down on the floor beside his chair.

Talabrina bobs and pulls another goblet from nowhere, pouring some icewine into it. Then she glides to Ophelia's table and puts down the bottle, as requested.

Xarlen nods his head, at that. "I see." Sipping faintly, he goes back to idly sipping along the glass, facing Dakini's direction, a faint smile still masking his lips.

Gala'madred slides out of his chair gracefully. He says something in drow to the elf guarding the door to the storage rooms.

Kern turns his head as he finally notices Safix...careful not to draw attention to himself, he murmurs something under his breath as he stares at her...specifically, her back.

Safix looks startled and a bit caught off guard, but takes the wine from Alois and murmurs "...Thank you..."

Dakini covers a quiet grin at Safix' reaction... and Alois' action!

Alois smiles, faintly, and walks back over to his books. He gives them a vaguely disgusted look before settling back in to work.

Ophelia refills her wineglass, swirling the contents with a languid dispassionate sigh. The feline's attention is caught by the sound of Kern's reaction, noticing for the first time Safix.

Dakini raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything... just politely inquires, "Would you like the rothe on the table or on the floor, Hati?"

Safix curtseys to Ophelia, smiling. "Very pleased to meet you, ma'am. You have such a well-trained, considerate and polite husband, I'm sure I'll like you too."

Dakini stifles a snort of amusement at Safix' comment!

Dermott just... blinks. "'Well-trained?'" he murmurs incredulously.

Safix giggles behind her hand at Dermott's reaction.

Ophelia watches Safix with steady gaze, a pregnant pause of silence before her purr, low and light is heard to speak, "Indeed; whatever did you mean by that, Miss Safix?"

Dakini smiles, "You're cute, Safix. Would you like some rothe before Hati devours it all?"

Kern's attention is distracted by Ophelia's voice, and he swivels to watch her a moment.

Safix blinks and her smile dies slowly 'til she looks uncertain. "Nothing bad, m'lady Ophelia... in truth, it was only a joke. A poor joke, apparently. No offense was meant."

Dakini rolls her eyes in amusement, and goes back to eating.

Hati shifts, form blurring silently in to the slender, pale elf he is, as casually as someone else might take off their coat. He says, "Yes, mistress, the bookshelves in the library are all finished, except for the trim, which I will finish over the next several weeks.

Dermott glances between Safix and Ophelia, his ears perking uncertainly.

Ophelia tilts her head only slightly to the left, a feigned laugh accompanying a steady stare upon Safix. "Ahhh.... how delightful." She turns to Dermott and purrs, "We have a comic stuck here with us. Isn't that enchanting, dear?"

Alois has looked up to watch the exchange between Safix and Ophelia.. a little glimmer that might be amusement in his eyes.

Kern sighs to himself.

Dakini nods to the tall elf, looking pleased, "Thank you, Hati... you do lovely work." She sets the rothe joint on the table next to a chair for Hati, then goes back to eating.

Ophelia's hands smoothly skim the surface of the table and she leans toward Safix, purring, "Tell us another joke, or regale us with some anecdote, won't you, my dear?" she asks Safix.

Alois tsks a little, "By all the gods, Ophelia. Do you ever put the claws away?"

Kern winces.

Dakini grins at Alois, "We all need something to make us feel special, I suppose. That's hers."

Gala'madred walks over to Captain Dermott's table. He pauses, and bows slightly. "Good eve to thee, Captain. How fare?"

Safix sits where Dakini had indicated earlier, shrinking in on

Ophelia glances toward Alois, her eyes glittering merrily. "Oh Alois, I only meant to offer her audience for her muse. All artists need to feel appreciated, neh?"

Alois snorts, "Obviously all artists need to be appreciated. Why you've been appreciated so much in your life that you've made being a bitch into an art form."

Dakini blinks! -then laughs aloud!

Dermott appears visibly uncomfortable. He looks up to Gala'maDred, and stands, bowing slightly. "Good eve, Governor. I fare all right... uhm... sort of, in all... and you...?

Keesha chirrips in amusement at the comments flying back and forth.

Safix seats herself comfortably where Dakini had indicated earlier and takes a sip of her as yet untouched wine.

Hati perfectly cheerfully takes Ophelia's lead, and ignores the feline, saying to Safix, "This is plenty of meat, if I eat like this, and I'm happy to share it." He finishes his mistress's suggestion, asking, "Have you eaten yet?"

Dakini grins at Safix, patting her small hand lightly, "Don't feel bad... have some nice hot rothe."

Xarlen can't suppress a chuckle, an expression of dark amusement crossing his face. Head turning in Alois' direction, as if sizing the elf up, before he goes back to his observations, nursing the goblet.

A human female appears in the door, wearing the same livery as Kern. Looking around, she spots Kern and strides over to him. Stopping she places her fist over her heart briefly, and then speaks something in a fluid, unfamiliar language. Kern's eyebrow crease, and he responds in kind.

Safix blinks and smiles slightly, teeth barely showing, eyes wide and sweet. "Oh, I'm sorry, Lady Ophelia. Were you still talking to me?"

Ophelia looks to Alois for a moment, then cannot help but laugh heartily at that. A flash of bright white passes in stark contrast over her black leather-clad body and she airily purrs, "Thank you, Alton, truly. I have been indeed most inspired by your Eimi. But that is all in the past; a baptism by fire, if you will."

Gala'madred says, "She is quite right, Alton. Imagine if an 'artist' held back the hand that holds the scarlet brush.. why, I am glad the artists in my family, like you, never hold back when an *opportunity* to *paint* presents itself... What a tragedy it would be, to not see a work of .. of art.. brought into being."

Alois narrows his eyes at the mention of Ophelia's treatment of Eimi..

Safix eats a dainty bite of rothe a tad viciously, ripping the meat with her teeth. She smiles at Dakini. "Thank you kindly, I will."

Xarlen's lips pull into a brief, cruel grin, head tilting toward Dred's corner.

Dakini snorts at the catty comments, but doesn't bother joining in at the jabs people are directing at each other. She grins quietly at Safix, shaking her head in faint amusement.

Dermott says, "If you'll excuse me, Governor.... Milady, I just remembered something. We were to meet with a healer tonight, about the illness that has kept you down for so long...."

Alois mutters something in drow..

Ophelia licks lightly over her lips, nodding to Dermott before quietly finishing the last sip of her wine.

Safix says, "I'll be sorry to see you leave, Dermott."

Kern trades dialogue with the female Knight for a few more seconds, and then says in Common. "Thank you Hyatha. Let me know if there are further developments". 'Hyatha' nods and strides back out.

Gala'madred says, "The past shapes the future."

Hati looks back and forth at the dark elves, face remaining impassive. He asks Safix, "Would you like anything to drink? I was about to get something."

Dakini nods a touch grimly at the drow elf's comment.

Dermott offers his arm to Ophelia. "A good eve, all, we may return, depending on how things go..

Xarlen once more turns to Dakini. Head craned, "I'm not sure if the homestead would be exactly what I need...I'm searching for something...specific."

Alois says, "Farewell, Captain Dermott!"

Keesha works on her own chunk of the roast, her sharp fangs flashing as she chews. Bad blood here for some reason.

Gala'madred says, "But we were about to drink this fine icewine, Captain Dermott...."

Dakini coughs suddenly into her goblet as Alois murmurs in drow... then pushes her goblet over to Hati with a fingertip, "Some honey mead for me, please."

Safix says very quietly and a little wryly to Hati, "Maybe some water, I think I got burned."

Ophelia rises and slips her arm into her husband's, her hand resting on his wrist.

Dakini tilts her shades down so she can glance at Alois, her eyes glowing lambent green, like a cat's in the dark. She grins... then pushes her shades back to glance at Xarlen, "And that would be...?"

Dakini nods to Dermott, "Good eve, Captain."

Dakini shakes her head amusedly at Safix, "You only got burned if you cared, my dear."

Keesha waves a wing in the direction of Dermott and Ophelia. "Good evening."

Xarlen's lips pull into a secretive smile. "Oh, well, just something in particular for a home, is all, lady Stardancer."

Hati smiles and picks up Dakini's goblet, and says, "Of course, mistress." He smiles at Safix, and says, "Only if you respect someone should you respect their words. If they don't matter, then neither does their opinion." Having echoed his mistress, he moves off to the bar, to get Talabrina's attention.

Dermott offers his arm to Ophelia.

Ophelia puts their hand in the crook of Dermott's arm.

Dakini nods disinterestedly at Xarlen, "Well, if you cannot tell me what it is, I fear I will not be able to help you much."

Gala'madred raises an eyebrow at Ophelia

Dermott nods pleasantly, and steps out with Ophelia.

Dermott leaves the bar, heading back out onto Erythyn Street.

Dermott takes Ophelia with him.

Dakini nods approvingly at Hati's words.

Gala'madred says, "You leave before even toasting the drink you offered me?"

Talabrina smiles at Hati, "What can I get you?"

Gala'madred frowns.

Hati glances out at the departing couple and says something derisive in drow.

Alois nods at Hati, "Agreed."

Safix blinks. Does anybody *not* speak drow around here but me?

Dakini sighs softly, glancing at the door, "And he's such a nice young wolf..."

Xarlen's frown is quickly washed away in a mask of pleasantry. "True. But, tis something I can ask of you at another time, hm?"

Dakini grins, then leans over to whisper to Safix, at her perplexed look.

Safix relaxes a little for real, at the more pleasant crosscurrents.

Xarlen's lips curve, head tilting to listen about, chuckling faintly at something.

Dakini straightens, nodding politely to the gold elf, "Of course."

Alois takes a sip of his wine..

Hati smiles to the bartender and says, "Another goblet of honey mead for Dakini, a large glass of water, with ice if you have it, and I will have a mug of ale, please. Oh, and another set of the silverware, while you're there.

Gala'madred smiles, and holds up his glass. "I suppose I'll enjoy this fine bottle alone, then." He takes a long sip of ice wine, sighing in satisfaction.

Alois looks over at Dred. "Not in the bar.. There are people here, Dred.. Later, maybe."

Gala'madred looks over at Dakini's table, his black eyes staring. "What did you do to get the kitty claws, stranger?"

Talabrina nods and pours another glass of honey mead, a large glass of ice water and a mug of ale.. She helps Hati bring these over to his table.

Kern looks thoughtful, even a little grim.

Safix looks over at Gala'madred. "I dared to have a sense of humor."

Dakini grins, "What did I do to attract Ophelia's ire? I suppose it's enough that I'm female, not interested in her, and unimpressed."

Talabrina dashes back to the bar for the silverware, bringing this to the table as well.

Dakini says, "And I'd guess that Safix got it because she stated the truth... which Ophelia would prefer not to have out in the open."

Kern smiles without amusement at Dakini's words. "That would do it, yes..."

Keesha skrees, "Lady Ophelia is ... prickly."

Dakini snorts at Keesha's comment, but remains politely silent.

For once.

Alois says, "Prickly.. I might have chosen stronger words, but it's not far from the truth."

Gala'madred says, "You have been saying that for over a year now, brother. I do not understand why *you* of all people show mercy and forgiveness..."

Hati thanks Talabrina for the drinks and silverware, and offers a set to Safix, and gestures to Safix, saying, "Please, eat."

Safix raises a hand defensively. "I didn't /mean/ to be telling the truth at the time, honest." She grins a little.

Alois shrugs at Dred, "Maybe a misguided sense of honor.. Her husband, you know..."

Gala'madred smiles at Safix. "Are you truly a comic then? You really *will* tell us jokes?" The elf looks delighted.

Dakini grins broadly at Safix.

Gala'madred says, "Which truth?"

Dakini says, "That she's got Dermott well-trained."

Dakini glances at Safix, "Yes/no? That's my guess."

Safix blinks. "I may be funny, but mama did tell me looks aren't everything..."

Gala'madred says, "Honor?"

Kern chuckles. "Not that you need to worry about that, Safix..."

Gala'madred says, "Her husband, your mistress.... Where did you buy a sense of honor from? Are they on sale in the Bazaar this week?"

Safix says with a tentative smile back at Gala'madred, "Honestly, I'm afraid I'm not that entertaining, sorry."

Dakini nods firmly to Safix, "She's right, Safix, and don't you forget it." She pauses, then facepalms, "Argh. I'm doing it again... sorry, Safix."

Gala'madred nods. "You saw how quickly he rescued her..."

Kern says, "Oh hush, Dred. I like him better this way."

Alois says, "She was never my mistress! And I do have a sense of honor.. I just don't use it very often."

Alois grins.

Gala'madred snickers! "Another one!"

Dakini gives Kern a disgusted look, "You like him better as a lap- er... never mind. I'm staying out of this one."

Hati listens to the interplay of what are obviously old friends, or perhaps enemies. At any rate, they know each other quite well.

Gala'madred says, "So why use it now! Haha!"

Safix is looking rather lost...

Alois says, "Is something amiss, Lady Safix?"

Safix says quietly to Dakini, "Er, who was sleeping with who? I'm confused..."

Kern doesn't respond to Dakini's comment.

Dakini settles back on the couch, her booted feet comfortably crossed at the ankle in front of her, and one arm across the couch's back. She sips from her goblet, then grins at Safix, "Don't sweat it, my dear. It'd take a scorecard to keep up... and if you just wait, the heated arguments will tell you all you need to know."

Gala'madred says, "Alois, if she is not your mistress... does that mean I can summon her when next I wish?"

Hati picks up his knife and begins to carve off pieces of meat from the rothe, commenting, "Happily, it's not important."

Dakini nods at Hati's comment.

Kern says, "Sure. If you feel like cuddling your guts in your hands, Dred."

Alois stifles a laugh with his drink.. "I dare you to try it, Dred."

Gala'madred takes a sip of icewine, smiling slyly.

Safix smiles at Alois. "I'm a miss, and I'm also confused... I'm afraid I got lost when people started talking about mistresses and honor... too much shared history I'm not familiar with."

Kern says, "It'll take a long time to catch you up on all the shared history, Safix."

Gala'madred looks at Kern. "And just what do you mean by that, eh archmage?"

Safix adds quickly and a bit shyly, still to Alois, "Which is okay... I don't want to pry."

Alois grins, "Ah, as the Lady Dakini said.. Eventually you'll get caught up on things around here. Everyone has their dirty little secrets, even our Pristine White Admiral."

Gala'madred says, "Good."

Kern smiles humorlessly at Gala'maDred. "Only that you should underestimate her at your peril."

Dakini grins.

Gala'madred says, "Oh?"

Safix says half under her breath, "But Dermott's so /nice/..."

Dakini curiously asks Alois, "That's... Rennyn Aerlothi, yes? Is he due back any time soon?"

Dakini nods at Safix dryly.

Gala'madred says, "Aye, Dermott is a fine captain."

Hati says, deadpan, "If her claws are half as sharp as her tongue, she could be quite dangerous indeed." He mutters something very quietly after that.

Keesha chuckles down at Safix. "They do say opposites attract..."

Dakini chuckles at Hati's comment.

Gala'madred says, "A pity his little hellcat prevented me from asking him that favor...."

Alois nods, "Admiral Aelorothi, yes.. I don't know when he's due back.. He's off fighting some war. It not entirely unlikely that he'll come back in a box, if at all."

Hati frowns slightly at Alois' words, but says nothing.

Dakini blinks slowly, going still for a moment... then just sighs and nods, "Exigencies of war and all that, ja?"

Gala'madred says, "I certainly *hope* he does not come back in a box, Alton. You do know which Spelljammer he sailed on."

Alois says, "I hear rumors that he was transferred away from the Starflight.. I'm sure they'll be back, both, surely they can't send the smallest unit to the biggest battle. They're probably fighting skirmishes on an outpost."

Gala'madred says, "Kern, how much are the Harpers paying you for my secrets?"

Safix blinks.

Xarlen's head tilts at the mention of Harpers.

Keesha listens carefully, though she appears to be concentrating on her meal.

Kern blinks at Gala'maDred as he mentions 'Harpers'. "I'm not a Harper anymore, Governor. You know that." he says curtly.

Gala'madred says, "That depends on who is issuing their orders, Alton.. Not everyone in Evermeet approves of Admiral Aelorothi being Grand Admiral of Oloth....."

Kern says, "And I don't *know* any of your secrets, at any rate."

Safix eats neat, mostly nonviolent little bites of rothe.

Gala'madred says, "I know that, yes. So how much are the Harpers paying you for your observations?"

Kern says, "Nothing. I'm not on speaking terms with the Harpers."

Kern sounds a little on edge, suddenly.

Alois says, "True enough. He does have enemies."

Dakini gives the human a mildly curious glance.

Gala'madred smiles, and nods, sipping his wine. "How true, none of the good ones, at any rate."

Gala'madred watches Kern.

Gala'madred says, "I am glad to hear that. Did I not tell thee years ago that the Harpers would only bring trouble to you? Best to forget them...."

Kern says, "I can't do that. More of them have just arrived."

Gala'madred says, "Oh? Here?"

Kern nods.

Gala'madred narrows his gaze slightly. "What for?"

Hati carefully eats rothe, and sips surprisingly daintily at his mug of ale, listening curiously.

Kern shrugs. "I have no idea. Maybe they decided they needed more people to spy on me."

Dakini smiles.

Gala'madred says, "Spy on you? Why would they spy on you? "

Safix whispers to Dakini, who's closest, "So is now not a good time to mention that I have a Harper in my back pocket?"

Kern smiles without humor. "If you don't know that already, Governor, perhaps you should get better spies of your own."

Hati giggles cheerfully, and says, "That must be quite uncomfortable."

Keesha giggles, overhearing Safix.

Dakini coughs suddenly into her goblet again, then gives Safix a very amused glance as she murmurs, "Well... could make for some interesting reactions... but you might want to put on some flame-proof armor first?"

Gala'madred says, "My people are busy... doing important things."

Kern stifles a chuckle at Safix' comment, in spite of his dourness.

Alois takes another rather hasty sip of his drink..

Gala'madred says, "I will have the town guard deal with these Harpers."

Alois says, "What town guard? They're off fighting a war.."

Gala'madred makes a dismissive gesture, and drains his glass of ice wine

Kern says, "Good luck. They're probably already in deep cover."

Safix mutters, "As long as I stay away from other people's pets, I think I'll be okay without the armor, thanks."

Dakini grins slyly at Safix, "Depends on how you define pet, I suppose... non-sapience isn't a requirement here usually..."

Gala'madred says, "Well, can't I use my royal guard, then, brother?"

Safix sips at her forgotten wine, thoughtfully, tasting it with more attention.

Alois says, "Oh.. yes, I'd forgotten about them."

Hati comments, "He certainly isn't the alpha, is he?"

Kern says, "oh...that reminds me...."

Dakini glances amusedly at Hati, "Not by a long shot."

Safix eyes Dakini. "I didn't mean Dermott, actually."

Dakini smiles at Safix, "My comment stands regardless. It was general enough."

Kern reaches into a pouch , and pulls something out, walking over and handing it to Safix. "Prism says he's sorry for the other night." he says to her, handing her a crystal rose that glints in the light with rainbow colors.

Dakini grins slyly again, "And now that I think about it... what made you assume I meant Dermott, Safix?"

Gala'madred refills his glass, frowning.

Safix sighs and takes another, bigger sip of wine before stretching a little, trying to shake out her tense shoulders. "Sorry, I think I'm still snappish from earlier."

Hati looks embarrassed, and admits, "I did. I'm sorry, I shouldn't assume."

Xarlen's head turns, as if following Kern, a hint of curiosity rising a brow, before the average expression is plastered on once more.

Dakini chuckles at Hati's comment, "I'm just teasing, Hati'ya. Don't worry about it."

Safix reaches over to pat Hati's hand. "S'ok, wuf." She smiles.

Gala'madred laughs!

Gala'madred says, "Kern, that flower is dead!"

Safix takes the rose from Kern very gingerly and can't help looking a little suspicious...

Kern says, "Says who? It's not biologically alive, no...but it's made out of magic, and who says that's not alive?"

Safix says dubiously to Kern, "It's very pretty, but will it explode?"

Dakini snickers into her drink again.

Kern shakes his head. "No, of course not! It's perfectly safe."

Hati smiles sheepishly at Safix, and sips from his drink, letting Kern and his sparkly thing distract Safix again.

Xarlen winches for seemingly no reason at all, his head shifting away from Safix' table. Removing a flask from his cloak, the elf tips the Elverquisst into it, beginning to fill.

Gala'madred gives Kern a dubious look. "If you say so, wizard.."

Safix grins briefly and bends her head to sniff the magic rose experimentally.

Kern smiles. "As a wizard who was once part magic, I do say so."

Alois takes a sip of his wine as he shuts the books and drop his quill on top of them.. He stands, glass still in hand and wanders to a seat nearer the fire..

Gala'madred stands up and walks over to the bar, still frowning.

Gala'madred whispers to Talabrina

Rokhan arrives from Erythyn Street.

Rokhan leaves the bar, heading back out onto Erythyn Street.

Dakini glances up at the new arrival, then grins as he leaves again. "Guess you scared him away as an elf, Hati'ya."

Hati chuckles, and says, "It's usually the other way around."

Safix stifles a sneeze.

Kern blinks. "Is something wrong?"

Dakini grins broadly at the extremely dubious looking Safix.

Safix laughs. "Maybe I'm allergic?"

Kern sniffs at the rose experimentally.

Kern says, "How? This flower has no pollen or anything..."

Dakini leans over to take a cautious sniff herself, still smiling.

Dakini leans back, "Nice scent."

Gala'madred says, "Alton..."

Alois says, "Yes, Zarrazz?"

Safix sets the rose down on the table gently. "Thank you, and thank Prism please. But I'd rather he not apologize again..." She smiles.

Kern frowns. "He was just trying to be apologetic...is there something wrong with the smell? I can fix that.."

Dakini grins again, "Better to ask that he not have reason to apologize, due to his actions, wouldn't you think?"

Safix giggles. "Sorry, Kern... what Dakini said."

Dakini chuckles.

Alois nods, sagely. "Indeed. What that cat did was inexcusable and there shouldn't be any repeats." Alois looks, for all the world, like he's perfectly sincere.

Safix adds ruefully, "I need to stop trying to either be subtle OR have a sense of humor tonight."

Gala'madred says, "If these Harpers come into Arcana City without presenting themselves to the Patron Lord... and we all know the Harpers are known for subversive activities from time to time.... is it safe to conclude that they hide themselves because they seek to undermine the authority of the Lord of Night City? What do you think?"

Kern says, "I'm not sure I follow. Prism got the impression that something he did scared Safix..."

Dakini grins again at Safix.

Alois nods at Gala'maDred, "I couldn't agree more."

Kern says, "Dred, Harpers hardly even present themselves to anyone. That's why they're a semi-secret society."

Safix turns to face Alois a bit quickly, eyes narrowing. "Mmm. Of course, the cat was rather childish about the whole thing, yes."

Gala'madred nods.

Alois nods at Safix, "I'm glad someone agrees with me on that!"

Dakini murmurs quietly to Kern, so as to not interrupt the conversing brothers, "She's suggesting that Prism not get embroiled in posturing battles, I think... they are rather pointless, after all." She smiles.

Keesha skrees, "She's got a reputation that way."

Kern chuckles. "He's a cat, what do you expect."

Safix raises a sardonic brow. "Mmm."

Alois grins at Safix.

Gala'madred says, "That is what I thought. Mayhap we should notify the Patron Lord, brother, so he can order his soldiers to arrest any Harpers they find and hold them on charges of Treason..."

Alois nods, "Yes.. I'll notify him in the morning.."

Kern snorts. "Good luck."

Hati was about to look confused, but his mistress explains it almost before he wondered, which is often the case. He thinks she's a rather good owner for the thought and patience to do so.

Safix gives Alois a suspicious look for a second, then can't help laughing softly, and has no recourse left but to smile again.

Gala'madred gives Kern a suspicious look.

Dakini grins up at Keesha, "I think the cat they're referring to is Prism, Kern's familiar... who is male." She doesn't mention who Keesha's probably referring to.

Kern looks mildly back at Gala'maDred. "What? I was merely speaking my mind."

Keesha skrees, "Oh, that Prism. I'd forgotten about him."

Dakini says, "Er..." she grins, realizing that wasn't as clear as it could have been, adding, "-as is Kern."

Gala'madred says, "Why do you have that smug look, like you know something that I don't Kern? It seems to please you...."

Alois adds helpfully, "It always pleases me when I know something you don't know, brother."

Gala'madred says, "Shut up Alois"

Alois chuckles.

Dakini grins widely again.

Kern says, "Dred, I *was* a Harper, on cover assignments harder than the Night City. If you manage to *hold* a deep cover Harper, let alone find one, I'll eat my belt."

Safix hides a giggle unsuccessfully.

Gala'madred says, "And now you cover for your former friends...."

Kern says, "Who's covering? I honestly *don't* know who's come, only that they have."

Keesha asks curiously, "How do you even know that?"

Gala'madred says, "And how is it you know they've come, if you know nothing else, eh?"

Alois says, "Well, Dred. That settles it.. We'll just have to kill everyone new."

Kern shrugs. "I have clever subordinate."

Dakini grins and murmurs, "They parked their car out back?"

Xarlen coughs absently.

Hati erks, and looks about, nervously.

Kern says, "What, did you think that Knight came in to ask me what I wanted for breakfast?"

Dakini smiles at Hati, "It was just a joke, Hati'ya... they don't have cars here."

Alois looks around and frowns. "Did everyone forget to pack their sense of humor tonight?"

Safix laughs at Alois' comment quietly but so hard she starts shaking and rests her head on the table.

Dakini grins in appreciation both at Alois' comment, and at Safix' reaction.

Gala'madred says, "You are not the only one with esoteric means of finding spies, Kern...If your subordinates can spot a Harper, than so can mine."

Gala'madred says, "Shall we wager?"

Hati shakes his head, and says, "Not what I was wondering." He looks at Alois, and then Safix, and seems embarrassed, commenting, "I tend to take things that might threaten the welfare of my mistress seriously. Old habits."

Kern shrugs at Gala'maDred. "What would be the point? You have nothing I want, and I don't much care whether you find one or not. I was just saying the chances were slim and none."

Dakini smiles at Hati warmly, "It's all right, Hati. We're careful to stay out of the way of that sort of conflict. I pay folks for that."

Alois says, "I'm glad that I managed to amuse someone.. I was starting to fear I'd lost my touch. How is your wine, Lady Safix?"

Alois grins at Hati, "Your mistress won't come to harm here, fear not. I know her from her last visit to the Sphere."

Dakini smiles and nods in appreciative courtesy to the drow.

Hati replies to Alois, "I find that greatly reassuring indeed, sir." and seems to relax.

Safix tries to stop laughing, but the release of built-up tension demands she can't do that yet. She n

Gala'madred says, "Ah, I see... Well do not underestimate drow determination, Kern. I really do not like Blackstaff, you know. I left Waterdeep four hundred years ago to get *away* from Blackstaff and his Harper whelps. I do not like them poking around in Arcana City. I do not like them here, nor there, I do not like them anywhere! "

Alois laughs!

Gala'madred says, "Yes, it was a funny book, Alois."

Xarlen arches a brow at Gala, turning to grin somewhat. "Not to mention his fop of a nephew."

Gala'madred smiles.

Dakini grins, patting Safix gently on the back.

Kern says, "Blackstaff is no longer a Harper, Dred."

Safix...nods appreciatively at Alois, waving a hand as if *trying* to communicate...

Rokhan arrives from Erythyn Street.

Gala'madred says, "Now wait, to be fair, Danillo is the only one of the whole lot that I ever *did* like. "

Gala'madred says, "He used to play at the Elfstone with a Sylvan friend of mine..."

Dakini grins and suggests, "Breath, Safix... between giggles you should definitely breath..."

Rokhan thumps his cane as he stands on the threshold, waiting for his optics to adjust.

Alois looks up. "Rokhan! It's been a long while!"

Gala'madred says, "And he was not opposed to doing favors for those in need... " Dred smiles wickedly."

Rokhan's ears swivel to the sound of a familiar voice, and he smiles a little..

Dakini glances up at Rokhan, still smiling.

Gala'madred says, "What do you mean Blackstaff is not a Harper? Is he finally dead?"

Xarlen makes a so-so gesture. "He was skilled, I'll give him that. And at least he could weave a compliment or verbal sword as well as any bardic tale."

Dakini looks curiously at Kern, "Is he dead?"

Dakini grins as she accidentally echoes Dred.

Rokhan moves slowly towards, the assembled Lords. "Lord Admiral, a pleasure to see you again. greetings Lord Alois.

Kern says, "No. He was charged with betraying the Harpers to the Zhents at a recent tribunal. After the charges were read, he pled guilty and he and Laeral vanished."

Safix remembers to breathe, eyes tearing a bit. She scrubs at them with her fists.

Dakini blinks slowly, "They... let him go?"

Dakini says, "After treason?!"

Gala'madred says, "Yes, twas more his singing that I went for. He could not play like Da'shaan, or any of the other elven bards. But he made me laugh."

Kern says, "They didn't have a choice. The court was not magic locked."

Alois puts a hand on Safix' back. "Try to breathe.. Dying in the bar is bad for business.."

Rokhan finds a table and settles painfully, and stiffly, ears swiveling alertly

Hati ahs, "He escaped, then. Fools."

Gala'madred says, "I do not think they had a choice... Kern said they just vanished."

Dakini hms. "Poor planning, I suppose." She looks up as Alois appears at their table, then grins with cheerful mischief at the drow.

Safix shivers involuntarily at the hand on her back, and squirms a little. She nods, catching her breath.

Keesha shakes her head, overhearing all this. Lovely. We're stuck in Byzantium.

Alois grins and takes his hand away.. "That's better." He motions at one of the chairs, "Do you mind if I join you?"

Rokhan looks up at Keesha, and nods subtly.

Gala'madred says, "Well, good news, I suppose.. Did he really betray them to the Zhentarim?"

Dakini grins at Safix' reaction, tilting her shades down so she can see Alois more clearly, "Can't resist, can you? Of course. Please... make yourself comfortable."

Keesha wingwaves at Rokhan. "Speaker. How are you this evening?"

Gala'madred smiles.

Alois pulls the chair out and sits, grinning.. "Can't resist what?"

Kern says, "I don't know. We *definitely* weren't on speaking terms. And only he and Laeral know the truth, as far as I know."

Rokhan says, "Stiff, a little hungry, but as satisfactory as can be expected, Captain Keesha. "

Dakini tilts her head, still grinning as she puts her shades back in place, "Do you really want me to say aloud?"

Hati edges away from Safix and the drow a little, giving them some room, not inadvertently moving closer to his mistress again.

Safix nods as Dakini speaks. "Of course you're welcome, m'lord, as long as you let me breathe once in awhile."

Gala'madred's smile widens. "Hail and well met, Rokhan!"

Xarlen inclines his head toward Dred once more. "You mentioned Harpers being here, does that also mean that the Black Network has put their dirty fingers into the Sphere?"

Alois says, "Go ahead, Lady Dakini.. I'm game."

Dakini nods politely to the careful-moving wolf, "Good eve, former Speaker."

Kern says, "Yes, actually. But they're numbers are small, thanks to the Velkyn."

Kern says this to Xarlen.

Rokhan returns the smile to Gala'maDred. "Well one half of the reason I am here in the first place has been fulfilled. I trust you are well, Lord Admiral?

Dakini grins at Alois, "All right. It seems to be a night for blatant truths... I meant that you don't seem to be able to resist young, naive, timid girls."

Rokhan says, "Evening, Milady. How's the food tonight?"

Gala'madred says, "There are no Zhentarim here, Tel'Quessir. Should they ever come, I will to do them what I did on Toril whenever they crossed my path and got in my way." Gala'maDred snickers maliciously."

Alois grins at Safix. "I'll do my best to allow you to breathe.."

Xarlen seems curious. "Velkyn?"

Dakini laughs aloud at Alois' comment!

Keesha skrees, "Who - or what - are the Zhentarim, Admiral?"

Gala'madred says, "I am well, indeed, my friend, though I miss my mate. She has been gone overlong. And how is it with thee and the Pack?"

Safix blushes slowly and hotly, but rises gamely to the occasion and tilts her head at Dakini saucily. "You're not all /that/ timid, Dakini."

Kern says, "I doubt that, Dred. They did bring an impressive force with them several months back. There may be a few left yet."

Dakini adds to Rokhan, "If that was addressed to me, the food here is excellent, as always." She smiles at Talabrina, then turns to regard Safix amusedly, "Oh please, my dear... you know as well as I that it's not I he's interested in."

Alois grins at Dakini, "Not so, Lady Dakini! I can resist anyone.. I usually chose not to.."

Safix coughs at Alois' comment and pretends really hard that she isn't thinking the entendre. It almost works.

Rokhan says, "Long and complicated, Admiral, and a do not want to derail your discussion with currently irrelevant details, Milord. I do hope your mate is well?"

Dakini laughs again at Alois' comment, but (remembering Safix' earlier request) politely refrains from comment... so the young, naiv- er, excuse me, the young woman can breathe again...

Rokhan says, "Talabrina, could I please get some soup and some fresh bread please?"

Gala'madred says, "Bah, Kern. Their impressive force was not to intimidating when it was full of crossbow quarrels. Hehehehe..."

Xarlen's attention is divided between Dred and Kern. Though, the latter has him more piqued. "I see. And, I assume any suspected of such allegiance are now giving a home for a blade in their backs?

Talabrina smiles at Rokhan, "Of course you can!" She slips into the kitchen and brings out a steaming hot bowl of soup and fresh-baked bread to go with it. "What would you like to drink?"

Gala'madred says, "Aye, she must be.. I would know if she were in danger or dead."

Gala'madred says, "She tends to forget at times, when she's sailing, that she has a home, I think...."

Rokhan says, "Good, Milord Admiral, Are you updating the assemblage on current events, then? pray, do continue."

Safix smiles despite pinkish cheeks, and looks Alois in the eyes. "Oh? Are you so fickle, then?"

Dakini nods amusedly.

Kern nods to Xarlen. "Yes. I expect any remaining Zhents to be hiding under such deep cover they probably wiped their own memories from fear of being found."

Dakini ahems, turning the nod into playing with her hair.

Dakini changes her visual attention to Kern, "So... as Keesha asked, what is a Zhent?"

Gala'madred says, "Zhentarim are good to do business with, but like Harpers, they tend to meddle in affairs that are none of their concern.... And history has shown that in the end, they usually lose turf wars with established and prepared guilds. Hmmm.. I wonder if those Harpers chased them all the way here... "

Alois tilts his head to the side, "Capricious, maybe.."

Keesha skrees, "A faction, then?"

Kern says, "I doubt it. No, the Harpers are not interested in a few piddling Zhents..."

Gala'madred says, "Oh, I was just drinking, and comparing arm length with Kern, Speaker. Kern seems to know more of current events than I."

Safix cracks her neck and stretches unobtrusively, rubbing at her shoulder with a hand.

Rokhan says, "then Guildmaster Kern, please continue?"

Kern looks at Dakini. "The Zhentarim are a group of evil priests and mages that have, shall we say, domination on the brain. They're underworld, powerbrokers, and invading force all rolled into one."

Kern blinks at Rokhan. "Guildmaster? oh, please, Rokhan...I would never take that job in a million years. You must have gotten some bad information."

Dakini smiles faintly and unamusedly, "Sounds like most malicious dictators I've heard of, actually. Are they different in some way?"

Kern says, "Different in what way? They are, at best, a necessary evil that gets stomped on every once in a while when they get too ornery."

Dakini nods, somewhat incurious now as she sips from her goblet again.

Rokhan says, "So then Kern, the Zhent-urihm-" he has a German sort of pronunciation, "-are the same general ethnotype as the standard populace? they are some sort of.. "organized crime", with a theological bent?"

Kern says, "They're certainly no threat here."

Gala'madred says, "The Zhentarim stole my women once."

Safix just plain isn't sure what to say back to the capricious comment...

Kern scratches his chin as he thinks about Rokhan's question. "Not so much a theological bent. Yes, evil priests do make up a good portion of the faction, but it's more out of a common goal. And there's infighting between mages and priests, as well."

Rokhan perks his ears, and smiles slightly "Once...."

Dakini looks puzzled, "Why didn't the women just kill them then?"

Rokhan says, "I am a little unclear as to how the local politics work. Perhaps you could enlighten me?"

Gala'madred looks at Dakini, and says, "That's what *I* asked them.... Mayhap they just wanted to be rescued."

Safix growls a little.

Dakini looks confused again, "By... whom? how... odd..." She's silent for a moment, then shrugs, "Ah well." She grins at Rokhan's comment, "You want an answer in how long?"

Alois says, "What's wrong, Lady Safix?"

Safix says quietly, "I have a hard time believing anyone capable of rescuing themselves, or in a position to do so, would rather wait to be rescued. That's all.

Dakini points out pragmatically, "Maybe they were testing Gala'maDred."

Kern scratches his chin. "Politics, well...the Governor would be the better one to ask about most of that...I don't travel in these circles. I don't even know who the important politicians *are*, outside of the Mage's Guild.

Safix says, "Then it wouldn't really be a rescue, would it?"

Dakini says, "He obviously passed the test, after all."

Dakini says, "No... but tests don't always have clear-cut answers."

Hati says, "Perhaps there was some reason they could not."

Kern says, "Mage Guild politics, right now, is a mess."

Safix mmphs, shrugs noncommittally and stays out of it.

Safix sips her wine.

Kern says, "In point of fact they *do* need a Guildmaster...and I've been fending off offers from the Elder's Circle."

Dakini shakes her head at Hati, "Nyeh, that couldn't be it... one of them was a Lythari, after all, like you, remember?"

Gala'madred says, "They were drugged, and strapped onto griffins. I was jesting."

Kern says, "I *hate* politics. And I don't want to be involved in them for love or money. As it is, I've probably got enough assassins eyeing my exposed back."

Dakini glances at Kern, "Get a trusted friend or ally, silly mageling. That's what friends are for."

Hati replies with, "You had to rescue me. With planning and superior force it is not unthinkable. Perhaps they wee told some lie about something of value to them to coerce them into staying their hands."

Dakini nods to Hati thoughtfully, "Good point."

Safix nods to Gala'madred "I didn't mean to be rude, if I was."

Kern smiles at Dakini. "I have those. That's why I'm not worried...right now. But in politics, the blades are not always steel."

Gala'madred whispers softly, "Trusted friends are not easy to find in a city populated mostly with Drow...

Dakini smiles dryly, "Bare is back without brother. And if they're still pestering you with offers... then you might want to say no more firmly, ja?"

Dakini nods quietly to Gala'maDred.

Rokhan says, "a pity, Kern, I have always enjoyed Politics. Got into it a bit late in my career, but it can be fascinating."

Gala'madred makes a dismissive gesture. "Not at all, lady...."

Safix rubs at her neck, frowning faintly.

Kern shrugs. "It gives them something to do...and I admit, I'm flattered..."

Dakini grins amusedly at Kern, "Ah, I see. So... how long until they talk you into it?"

Gala'madred grins. "You are good at Politics, Rokhan."

Keesha skrees, "Heh."

Kern says, "yes, well, I don't have a head for it, Rokhan. I prefer a naked blade or a sparkling wand any day to shadow dealings."

Gala'madred says, "They just haven't offered to pay him enough yet."

Dakini nods dryly at Gala'maDred.

Kern says, "They wont, Dakini. I'm seeking out someone else to take that spot."

Safix cocks her head at Alois thoughtfully. "Are you still interested in a bit of sparring sometime? My practice blades arrived in the mail."

Dakini grins.

Kern says, "I don't need money, Dred."

Rokhan says, "dangerous, and lacking in subtlety, Kern.. Oh, and thank you Lord Admiral. I did try."

Alois just sits quietly, sipping his wine and listening to the conversation floating around him. He perks up and looks at Safix. "I'd be delighted to spar with you, Lady Safix.. Just tell me when the most convenient time is for you."

Dakini covers another grin, glancing over Safix' head at Alois.

Gala'madred says, "Who said anything about gold? I would expect the elder council to offer something worth more than mere money as payment..."

Kern smirks at Rokhan. "I prefer it that way, sirrah. I like to know who my enemies are."

Keesha skrees, "Nothing wrong with money."

Kern says, "Yes well....they can't offer me anything I don't already have, Dred."

Rokhan says, "as do I , Kern, but in those situations I would be wearing armor and carrying a rifle, and at that point it's not [politics.. it is survival."

Dakini raises an eyebrow at Kern, "Here? Good luck telling them apart."

Safix grins softly. "I have to admit I'm not at my most awake during the day... but my evenings are free, when I'm not spending them here. Whatever's your pleasure, Alois."

Dakini raises another eyebrow at Kern's words, then murmurs very softly, "Then... they're not very imaginative..."

Xarlen, long after having filled his flask and returning it, pouring the last of the delicious spirits into his goblet. Taking up the cane, 'Harlequin' moves toward Dakini's voice, gracefully weaving around a chair which his cane came no where near. Nearing the table, the copper tip lifts, tapping a chair adjacent to Dakini. "Do you mind, lady Stardancer?"

Alois says, "I prefer the evenings.. Daytime doesn't often work out well for me.."

Kern says, "or I am very content, Dakini...."

Rokhan glances over at Dakini when she makes her comment. he quiets and looks back at Kern thoughtfully

Kern says, "And you would be surprised, Dakini. After several years here, I know *exactly* who my enemies are."

Dakini gazes thoughtfully at Kern, then politely doesn't comment. Instead she glances up at the gold elf, "Not at all, Harlequin. Please, be seated."

Rokhan half rises and bows to the newcomer..

Safix says lightly to Alois, "Then name your evening, and I'm yours."

Gala'madred says, "That was easy, Alton"

Xarlen smiles fakely, but quite well acted to Dakini in appreciation. "My thanks," He replies, slipping into the chair with ease and taking a draw from the full goblet.

Dakini ahs, "Where are my manners... Harlequin, over there is Rokhan, beta and Speaker of Stormhaven Pack."

Safix ponders giving Gala'madred an elvish finger. =)

Rokhan nods curly, "A pleasure Milord."

Dakini coughs into her goblet again at that last bit of interplay between the brothers and Safix...

Alois chuckles softly.. then catches himself and nods to Safix. "I look forward to it.. "

Safix decides to pretend she didn't get it.

Dakini grins broadly at Safix again. She doesn't look convinced at all at that look!

Safix pokes Dakini surreptitiously in the ribs, under the table.

Xarlen is still, supposedly unsure to the wolf's direction, until Rokhan speaks, which is when the elf nods in his direction. Yes, the gold elf is well practiced. He settles in, placing cane at an angle very quick to get, before listening into the conversation with a closer observatory spot.

Kern decides not to try and figure out what just happened.

Dakini blinks, looking faintly surprised... then grins wickedly. As she turns to gaze at Safix her expression goes bemusedly innocent, "You're poking at me?! Why change your mind now, after spending so much time sighing after our good Alois?"

Kern arches an eyebrow....

Kern does not comment, however.

Keesha chirrips.

Rokhan clears his throat, catching parts and his ears swivel, but with a flick of them he dismisses it, and nods to the lords, "Pray continue".

Alois just sits there, a little stunned.. and waits for some sort of reaction to set in.

dismisses it.

Dakini chuckles, patting Safix' hand and looking guileless, "Don't mind me, my dear, I love to er... rise to the occasion, as it were. Have a nice time. Just remember... he did warn you himself about his propensities." She turns her attention to the other conversation.

Safix' eyes are wider than normal, as she sits trying to figure out what to say now...

Kern shrugs at Rokhan. "Well, there's racial tension, of course...maybe a little religion tension as well....but no major back-stabbing going on right now...the Elders are a bit in disarray."

Dakini says curiously, "Who are the 'Elders,' please, Kern? I've heard you mention them before?"

Rokhan says, "Milord Harlequin? ah.. we were discussing current events."

Hati sips calmly from his drink, and apparently sees no problem at all with noticing what seems obvious, nor with two arranging a pleasant tryst, whatever it may be for.

Alois smiles at Safix. "More wine?"

Safix gives up on shy in honor of the pun. She raises an eyebrow at Dakini. "/You/, ah, rise to occasions?"

Kern says, "The Elders of the Mage Guild. There are 12, and the Guildmaster makes thirteen."

Xarlen's attention shifts to Rokhan. "Pardon me?"

Dakini murmurs in a deadpan aside to Safix, "Constantly. Terrible problem."

Rokhan nods... "I believe we were, Milord. I had not noticed you earlier.. my apologies.

Hati says nothing.

Safix blushes but looks at Alois. "Ah, no thank you. Last time I drank much of anything but juice here, I took off my shirt." She grins, daring the comment.

Dakini adds to Kern, "So there are only 12 right now, ja? I take it they're having trouble with vote breaking?"

Xarlen, with a playful grin, turns to Dakini. "I've heard of gender such as you..."

Kern chuckles. "Exactly so."

Alois says, "More wine?"

Rokhan runs out of steam and sits back in his chair and looks to see if there is soup in front of him yet...

Dakini turns her calm gaze to Xarlen, murmuring dispassionately, "Really... I'd think it would be hard to not hear of women, actually."

Keesha sips her mead and grins wickedly at Dakini. "It's those oversized mammary glands doing it, isn't it?

Gala'madred hands Alois the bottle of ice wine.

Xarlen smirks. "I was in reference to you getting a rise, but that's obviously another story?"

Hati gives Xarlen a long sort of affronted stare, but does so noiselessly.

Dakini snorts at Keesha, "I didn't know you observed them so closely, Keesh." She glances at the gold elf, adding, "I don't know you well enough to tell it... and it was a joke."

Rokhan starts to delicately sip the soup , and he backs his ears slightly, a little 'mental privacy' as he eats.

Gala'madred says, "Milord Rokhan, were you involved in a fight?"

Safix raises the courage to poke Alois lightly in the ribs, and hope nothing terrifying and magical and destructive happens. "Lech."

Dakini smiles faintly at Safix finally relaxing.

Alois grins at Safix. "I won't deny that."

Kern snorks.

Xarlen nods his head. "As was mine... Which seems to have died rather mercilessly."

Keesha chirrips at Dakini. "Nearly all you groundlings are top-heavy. Not a matter of noticing someone in particular."

Rokhan perks his ears to Lord Gala'maDred, "Well, yes I was. I had gone home to settle some affairs on my Homeworld and there was a general 'call up' and I was back in 'forces' again. We won, though not without some.. ah.. cost.. I received 1 step in rank, a handful of medals, and a small yacht. as well as the latest I medical technology.

Gala'madred looks at Harlequin. "Well *I* thought it was funny, ser..."

Dakini nods to Xarlen politely, "Your pardon, I was a tad curt. But no, I'm physically a normal female of my species."

Gala'madred says, "I too have heard of such. The former Guildmaster of Arcanus was... so well equipped."

Dakini snorts at Keesha again, sounding more amused this time, "Oh, silly me... here I thought you were up there for the ah... view..." She grins.

Kern snorts into his goblet at Dred's comment!

Gala'madred says, "I am NOT a groundling. I have spent more than half my life sailing the stars, thank thee."

Safix grins shyly at Alois. "Lecherous and capricious... I'm beginning to wonder if I ought to be alone with you after all, even with weaponry."

"I would hope so," Replies the gold elf, taking another sip of his drink in hopes of attempting to hide from his failed jest. "Otherwise, I would have to worry for myself."

Hati doesn't ask how Gala'madred knows this. The mood of things tonight, he'd say, and Hati doesn't really want to know.

Dakini laughs!

Gala'madred turns back to the Speaker and grins. "So what was it that did you up like that, eh? Was it a 'grenade'?

Alois just grins at Safix, but doesn't comment.

Rokhan says, "Well, No admiral . Reactor accident aboard a ground support vessel, due to battle damage.. I was wearing armor at the time, so the heat wasn't much of a problem, but the radiation and general blunt trauma was a bit... wearing."

Rokhan manages a sickly grin at that. then takes another spoonful of soup.

Keesha chirrs, knowing exactly how nasty that could be. "I'm glad to see you pulled through it, Speaker."

Gala'madred says, "Ah... an accident in the engine room, I understand. That is too bad. Well, you have your share of war wounds already, all very honorably earned. I do hope you will be feeling better soon. Would you like to consult with my healers?"

Dakini shudders faintly, studying her goblet in the firelight. She breaths softly, "Radiation... that is ghastly..."

Gala'madred says, "My family employs some very gifted herbalists and clerics, from time to time."

Kern snorts again. He seems to be doing that a lot, tonight.

Alois says, "Kern, are you getting a cold?"

Dakini grins.

Rokhan says, "Thank you Captain. I am just grateful that there was sufficient left for them to not have to use a lot of prostheses. Though these nanite therapies are perhaps a little itchy, and Well, tiring.. The little angels using the body's own heat to power them, it makes me a little cold and hungry all the time."

Kern raises both eyebrows. "No. Just trying to be quietly amused and failing."

Alois chuckles.

Safix says solemnly, "Oh dear, I hope he's not allergic to my rose, too... Kern?"

Dakini chuckles softly.

Gala'madred says, "Then we should feed them better fare than soup, Lord Speaker. Talabrina!"

Dakini says, "Maybe he's allergic to cats!"

Rokhan says, "Oh.. no worries Milord Admiral, I just need food and a warm bed, and a chair, and I will be better than new in about six months."

Kern says, "I'm *not* allergic. I'm just bad at stifling laughter. :}"

Gala'madred says, "Six.. months?"

Gala'madred shakes his head.

Safix giggles. "I hear you, m'lord Kern."

Dakini grins at Kern also, her expression mischievously delighted... then she turns to Rokhan, "Do you need a place to live, Rokhan?"

Rokhan says, "thereabouts. You see I had a bit of an advantage in having a lot of Stormhaven medical processes, before I went back, and this is just a bit more of the extreme version."

Kern looks at Safix. "Which reminds me though...what should I tell Prism?"

Gala'madred says, "You really should have them take that technology out of you, and come stay at Arcanus for a week or two, Rokhan."

Rokhan says, "Yes, do you have any Suggestions. Milady.. Dakini (yes?)"

Dakini nods, "If you need a particularly warm area, a suite or room in Dammerung could be set up so for you."

Safix smiles at Kern. "Prism has my acceptance of his sweet apology, of course. I just wish he wouldn't do it again. It's hard on the bystanders."

Gala'madred says, "Something they did at New You? What is that? It does not sound like cloning."

Rokhan says, "Oh.. that would be lovely, Milady."

Kern chuckles. "I'm sure he'll promise to behave. He doesn't want to give up his scritches n' salmon."

Kern says, "But then again, he *is* a cat. Who knows how long his promise will last..."

Dakini nods quietly to Rokhan, "Please feel free to simply go pick a room then, of course."

Alois sets his empty glass down. "Well, if you'll excuse me. I have business that need tending to."

Hati snorts, and says something about cats.

Safix nods, sighing.

Gala'madred says, "Cats can never be trusted." Dred looks at Hati. "Right?"

Dakini smiles at Kern, "As long as the treats hold out, of course."

Dakini grins at Hati.

Kern smiles kindly at Safix. "Forgive him, dear. He is, at the heart of things, a good soul."

Keesha skrees, "What did Prism do?"

Rokhan says, "Similar, Milord Admiral, though in this case I was still here, and they repaid me from what pieces were left, and a little "generic Genetic editing" for what was missing.. For instance I have this rather curious , tiled pattern in my back fur. That will go away as I shed, but it looked like a bad burn victim's artificial pelt for a while. Not uncommon on few war veterans"

Hati comments, "I have more than can not than that can, sir."

Rokhan says, "Thank you , Milady, I think I will take you up on that."

Xarlen turns intently at Dakini. "Are the rooms for sale? Or, does one need to put forth currency?"

Safix nods again, adding to Kern, "As long as it's understood that I stop petting or hand-feeding him when he starts a war, we should get along fine. He's forgiven."

Alois smiles, "Good evening, Lady Safix. I look forward to seeing you again."

Gala'madred smiles and nods to Rokhan, understanding. "Ahhh, well that is not so bad.. It just takes so *loooong*."

Gala'madred says, "I do not like seeing thee weak and feeble, Great Speaker."

Alois says, "Farewell, everyone. I hope your evenings are pleasant."

Dakini says to Xarlen, "I run a business, sir. I cannot sell a room entirely, because Dammerung is an organic entity. You can set it up as you like, but use care in doing so... with a bit of thought and concentration, Dammerung will form to your needs." She nods to Alois, "Fare well."

Safix smiles thoughtfully at Alois. "Thank you... and enjoy the rest of your evening. I'll see you soon."

Kern blinks. "Going to bed already, Alois?"

Hati says, "Goodnight, sir." and smiles to the departing drow.

Rokhan smiles to the Lord Admiral. "well I assure you it is temporary, soon I will be as I was when you last saw me.

Alois shakes his head at Kern. "I have business that I need to take care of."

Xarlen arches a brow at the woman. "Oh, do tell. What is Dammerung?"

Safix raises an eyebrow at Alois and adds quietly, "Don't count on being very capricious, though."

Rokhan says, "good evening Lord Alois."

Kern ahs. "Yes, business. Well, have fun then. :}"

Dakini replies, "An organic entity."

Alois grins at Safix.

Gala'madred says to Xarlen, "Tel'Quessir, if you need to exchange currency, there will be a man here later this evening who does such. Talabrina will watch for you and be your eyes, to ensure you do not get scammed."

Safix grins back.

Xarlen arches a brow. "An organic entity with electricity and plumbing?"

Alois passes by the guard and into the back room of the Path.

Dakini smiles, "Go look for yourself, Tel'Quessir."

Hati says softly to Xarlen, "If you like. Dammerung is quite versatile."

Rokhan tilts his head, with an audible Pop" after Alois leaves and he looks a tad more relaxed.

Dakini grins at Safix, "Good luck curbing him. You'll need it."

Gala'madred smiles at the wolf. "Good... How many other members of the Pack are with you here in Oloth?"

Xarlen's attention turns to Gala. "I need not be protected and coddled, Dhaeraow. Even if I have not eyes, I've survived long and considerable in the High Forest, not to mention on my way here."

Dakini raises an eyebrow, "I believe he meant it as a courtesy, Harlequin."

Hati shrugs, and says to his mistress, "She is probably much better off having Alois as her friend rather than as her enemy."

Rokhan thinks for a moment, "None Milord Admiral, the Yacht had a crew of just myself, though it could take up to 12. comfortably. I seem to be the lone diplomatic representative of Stormhaven

Kern nods "Alois is not desired as an enemy."

Dakini nods to Hati, "Indeed."

Keesha skrees, "Rather not..."

Dakini says, "Especially here."

Safix blushes faintly at Dakini. "Whatever do you mean?"

Dakini raises another amused eyebrow at Safix, "Great stars, girl, haven't you learned yet not to ask me a question you don't really want the answer to?!"

Rokhan flicks an ear around the bar, then returns his attention to Gala'maDred

Safix says dryly, "Sometimes it doesn't even matter if I ASK the question as far as those answers of yours go..."

Dakini laughs!

Xarlen nods his head absently to Dakini. "So, this Dammerung can conform to a host's wishes?"

Hati interrupts, "I only meant that it is always a good thing to have shared interests, and to develop a positive relationship with someone, Alois particularly."

Dakini says, "Touché. So, would you like an answer or no?" She smiles at Hati, nodding, then turns to Xarlen, "Within reason, yes."

Hati adds, "Whatever those interests may be." without trace of a smirk.

Rokhan glances at Hati with his lenses for a moment, then turns back to The Lord Admiral

Dakini covers another grin at Hati's er... discretion...

Gala'madred says, "High Forests have different dangers than cities. I was merely offering to protect thy coins, since most would seek to take advantage of a blind elf when changing money.... Forget I mentioned it, Ar-Tel'Quessir."

Safix sighs, shaking her head slightly at Dakini and Hati both.

Kern says, "Governor...who was this lord you were speaking of earlier?"

Dakini grins at Hati, then adds to Safix, "Hati thinks I'm too blunt sometimes... he's much more discreet than I."

Safix mutters to Dakini, "Oh, go ahead, just try not to announce it to the whole bar this time... say it."

Safix grins at Dakini. "I hadn't noticed."

Gala'madred sighs. "Sad news, Ser Rokhan. And to be honest, the *only* thing that saddens me about the Rift closing, is that the Stormhaven Pack is on the other side...."

Dakini laughs again! -then smiles sheepishly, "Um... what was the question again, please?"

Xarlen mmhms, to Dakini. "Then, perhaps, you could show it to me? Interests are piqued, you see; and questions in need of answers. But, of course, I don't wish to deteriorate your evening to wine and chatter." He turns, nodding to Dred. "It was an adjustment from the High Forest to my brief stay in Skullport." A sneer."

Kern arches an eyebrow at Xarlen's mention of Skullport.

Safix adds primly to Hati, "the interests are sparring, of course. And perhaps a new friend."

Rokhan says, "Truth be told, There may be a few at the diplomatic mission, but I have purposefully been keeping a low profile, as on the initial approach it seemed that your forces were on alert."

Dakini nods to Xarlen, "Not a problem... Hati and I will be heading that way later." She snorts amusedly at Safix' words, adding to the gold elf, "-with anyone else that might wish to see it."

Keesha skrees, "Skullport?"

Kern says, "You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy, Keesha."

Gala'madred says, "Which Lord Kern? I know many..."

Dakini grins.

Safix laughs. "I believe the question was 'whatever do you mean?' about keeping someone curbed. As if there was a horse involved."

Gala'madred says, "Which Lord, Kern? I know many..."

Kern says, "The one you were going to inform about the Harpers...."

Xarlen says, "By that description," He quips to Kern, "I'm reminded of Luskan."

Hati smiles, and says, "Of course, Safix. I wouldn't have expected anything else."

Kern shrugs at Xarlen. "All I know is you couldn't pay me money to go back."

Gala'madred smirks as he answers the blind elf. "I imagine so. Skullport takes getting used to, indeed."

Dakini raises an amused eyebrow at Hati, then nods to Safix, being more politely discreet this time, "If you intend to keep him from capriciousness, then you'll need luck in doing so, is all I meant, my dear."

Xarlen arches a brow. "I had thought that it would take considerable amount to persuade you to do several things."

Kern chuckles. "Everyone has his price, Harlequin. But the question is, can someone pay it."

Gala'madred says, "Oh, the Patron Lord of Night City."

Safix says very quietly to Dakini, "Ah. So you mean, I can get laid if I want, but don't expect it will last?"

Kern nods to Gala'maDred. "Were you speaking of Him? Or is this someone I have not met?"

Gala'madred says, "I *hate* Luskan!"

Xarlen nods to Dakini. "Actually, I would rather be shown around later; I'm not ready to leave a warm spot and a good drink."

Xarlen then grins at that exclamation. "Most of The People do."

Rokhan glances at Safix as she uses such, "blunt" language. He recovers and continues to eat his soup and nibble on his bread.

Dakini tilts her head thoughtfully at Safix, then smiles gently, "It's probably contrary of me to say so, but I think you're both nicer and more natural seeming when you don't try to be as blunt in return." She pats Safix' hand quietly, "Be yourself, dear."

Gala'madred says, "Yes, I was speaking of the Patron Lord."

Dakini offers to take Rokhan by the hand with her.

Dakini offers to take Hati by the hand with her.

Hati takes Dakini by the hand.

Gala'madred says, "I set part of their harbor afire once... and left a message on the tower overlooking it from my ship before I sailed away. I haven't been back to Luskan since, I'm still so angry with the place and everyone in it."

Rokhan says, "If you will excuse me, Lords and Ladies, I think I will take this opportunity to look at apartments. It seems I may be here for a while"

Rokhan takes Dakini by the hand.

Kern shakes his head. "I meant, is the patron lord... Him. You know.

Dakini gives Kern a very thoughtful glance at his comment about having a price.

Safix rolls her eyes a bit at Dakini. "I'm not always shy, and that's still normal for me... but I meant no offense with the bluntness."

Safix grins. "And you didn't answer my question, Dakini."

Dakini nods at Xarlen's comment, "Come by any time, Harlequin. Dammerung will let you in once I've had a moment to ensure so."

Gala'madred says, "Good bye, Lord Rokhan. Heal well, and come and see me if you or the Pack need anything. I am always most welcome to receive the Ambassador from Stormhaven."

Gala'madred stands and bows formally to Rokhan.

Rokhan says, "Thank you for the generous Offer Lord Admiral. I look forward to our next meeting. Good Night!"

Dakini smiles at Safix, "Well, if you like, come along to Dammerung, and we can chat over a nice after-dinner drink."

Rokhan returns the bow formally, though a tad stiffly

Kern looks meaningfully back at Dakini.

Gala'madred says, "The Patron Lord is the Patron of the noble house ranked first in the city. "

Safix rises, stretching. "Looks like I'll have to follow if I want an answer." She raises her voice slightly. "Goodnight to you all,."

Dakini rises, nodding to Rokhan, "Please feel free to accompany us, Rokhan, if you wish." She's too polite to mention his current 'look' possibly marking him for attack.

Keesha skrees, "Goodnight, Safix."

Dakini offers to take Safix by the hand with her.

Safix adds, "May you walk safe in shadow.

Kern says, "That's a vague enough answer...."

Dakini smiles at Kern, "Perhaps we should talk sometime, good mage."

Safix takes Dakini by the hand.

Gala'madred says, "May the shadows cloak thee"

Dakini nods a polite goodnight to everyone... then departs quietly.

Kern says, "Drop by anytime, Dakini. I'm always available."

Xarlen arches a brow, regarding Dred.

Dakini leaves the bar, heading back out onto Erythyn Street.

Dakini leaves, taking Rokhan, Hati, and Safix with her by the hand.

Gala'madred sits back down, and pours the last of the icewine into his goblet.

Gala'madred says, "Kern, surely you know which noble house is currently ranked first...."

Gala'madred says, "Their manse is so close to Arcanus."

Xarlen grins lightly after a moment. "Good to set Luskan aflame...be damned with all those humans of the North."

Kern says, "Of course. The point is, all I wanted was a simple answer, and you have to be circular about it."

Gala'madred says, "We used to do business in Luskan, but I did my best to make sure someone *else* got sent there periodically to look after our interests. I hated that place. Even the three Drow I met there I could not stand..."

Gala'madred says, "Yes, Kern, I am an Elf"

Kern snorts. "Sure, blame your heritage."

Gala'madred says, "When you are seven hundred years old, you can use circular answers to annoy younger people too."

Kern says, "I wonder if He'd care. He doesn't seem too riled about my Order. But then, I suppose he thinks he can control me."

Gala'madred shrugs elegantly.

Xarlen arches a brow. "Drow, in Luskan? I have trouble seeing that."

Kern says, "Such pithy answers. I must find some place to write them all down..."

Gala'madred says, "I could not say that I know His mind...."

Gala'madred says, "I would have to ask Him."

Gala'madred says, "One was a whore, Harlequin."

Kern says, "Don't bother telling me if he does. I've had enough circular answers for one night."

Gala'madred says, "The others were thugs pretending to be thieves."

Keesha skrees, "An interesting dichotomy."

Kern hmms at Keesha?

Xarlen can't hide his shock. "The Northmen hate elves, let alone drow. I truly have difficulty imagining them buying her for a night."

Keesha skrees, "Thugs versus thieves."

Kern says, "Maybe they were both. It's hard to pretend to be a thief...at the very least, to pretend to be a *good* thief."

Gala'madred says, "Well, I *did* offer to take her somewhere more welcoming to Drow.. but the bitch just wouldn't listen."

Gala'madred says, "I am sure they *thought* they were thieves, Kern, but believe me, they were nothing but well trained thugs. Hehehe."

Gala'madred shrugs, and sips his wine.

Xarlen mmhms, sipping the half full goblet. "Then let the elg'caress stay in that hell."

Kern says, "Ah. So their idea of thievery was hitting people over the head and taking their money?"

Gala'madred laughs and nods. "Aye, well said!"

Gala'madred nods to Kern. "More or less."

Keesha skrees, "Ah. Clumsy thieves. I see the distinction."

Xarlen shakes his head. "I will say something. There are a lot of animal humanoids about..." He pauses at hearing Keesha's words. "It's quite disconcerting, coming from a place where the only such thing were gnolls, and the occasional infected."

Kern says, "Oh brave new world, which such people in't."

Keesha grumbles. "Keero and other furrs are no more animals than elves and humans. Bare-skin bigots."

Kern chuckles at Xarlen. "I've seen stranger."

Kern says, "Ease down, Keesha. It wasn't an insult...yet."

Gala'madred says, "Aye, it is strange... but I did see some similar.. humanoids.. about in the woods of Evermeet once, and a few other times in deep old woods on Faerun. Like deer and goats, but little men as well."

Keesha grins at Kern. "True. We'll see."

Xarlen waves a hand at Keesha. "I am not speaking ill. Just commenting on how...unused to. Trust me, kinds such as yours are much more tolerable then slime like Illithids."

Xarlen says, "Even," He adds, "In some cases, much more alluring."

Kern smiles. "Some illithids aren't that bad. Matter of fact, I wonder how Sangalor is doing..."

Gala'madred says, "This High Elf has good taste in what he hates, eh Kern?"

Xarlen grins. "They're useful when you don't know where you left your shoes, eh?"

Kern chuckles dryly at Dred. "We'll see."

Keesha skrees, "Squid-faces. Yah, they're a bit much."

Gala'madred says, "I have met some very alluring furs myself, since I arrived in Oloth... Heheheh."

Kern says, "Well, they're good enough when eating your brain isn't their aim."

Kern says, "Be nice, Dred. Oh wait, who am I talking to. Never mind."

Keesha skrees, "Yah.. I think I'll pass on having my brain eaten, thank you for asking."

Gala'madred says, "Aye. Some of Arcanus' finest scholars are Illythidi.. And some of the richest merchants of the city. Of course, most Mind Flayers only come to Oloth to commit piracy and gather slaves."

Xarlen says, "I've yet to find one who seems...attainable. But, such could be said about most of the women I've found." He snickers, but turns to Dred. "Where is it you originated, Dhaeraow?"

Gala'madred says, "I was born near Shadowdale."

Kern says, "Appropriate."

Xarlen ahs. "I would've thought Menzoberranzan, or at least one of the other pockets."

Kern smirks.

Gala'madred smirks. "I was born on the surface, but yes, I was raised in Menzoberranzan by.. foster parents.

Xarlen nods. "Of course... I had heard there was a pocket beneath Neverwinter? Or is that just another scared human rumor?"

Gala'madred says, "My mother was a witch, and she was burned alive by a dragon, or a Red Mage, or something. I was still a babe. My father had me sent to a merchant clan in Menzoberranzzan when I was 6. I didn't get to leave that abysmal place until I was ninety."

Gala'madred says, "There is one near Neverwinter, aye. A smaller city..."

Keesha blinks at that offhand comment. I'll never get used to the Elven nonchalance with life-span.

Gala'madred chuckles. "At ninety I was barely just past adolescence."

Kern says, "Imagine that. 90 years, and you still don't know how to act like an adult."

Xarlen mmhms. "I had my only true Drow experience within Skullport. Well, too actually... But, I must say, one of the few times I wished for my sight was in the stead of Eilistraee's women."

Kern laughs! at that. "oh, I'm sure...."

Gala'madred laughs richly.

Kern looks at Keesha. "The worshippers of Elistraee....predominantly female....dance naked often to honor their goddess," he explains.

Gala'madred says, "Oh, I pity thee indeed, Harlequin, for the High Priestess of the Dark Maiden in Skullport is a beauty incomparable."

Xarlen's grin is risqué. "But, I assure, I was well compensated..." Fingers flex.

Keesha snorts. "As if cloth does much for modesty anyway."

Gala'madred says, "The true Crown Jewel of the Underdark is not Menzoberranzzan, as the elg'caress say, but Qilue Veladorn, the Chosen of Eilistraee."

Gala'madred laughs wickedly along with Xarlen.

Gala'madred laughs wickedly along with Xarlen's grin.

Xarlen smirks. "I would think cloth is much more mysterious, but I wouldn't know that..." He licks his lips, nodding to Gala. "I did meet her, briefly... Not to mention her war priestess. Now That, my friend, was a dragon in a drow."

Kern says, "Ah, Quilue. Regretfully, we've yet to meet..."

Kern says, "In person, anyway."

Keesha chirrips to herself. "Harlequin... cloth is practically transparent to the way I navigate."

Gala'madred says, "I pity you too, Kern!"

Kern shrugs. "It's just as well. Who wants to be a masochist..."

Xarlen grins at Kern. "It's even worse meeting her, when such an important sense is blindfolded."

Kern says, "I expects so..."

Gala'madred smiles. "I have met many fierce drow ladies over the centuries. I am afraid I didn't really take notice of Qilue's war priestess.

Xarlen licks his lips. "If your women weren't so inclined to pull a widow's kiss to their lovers, if only they weren't so sadistic in their pleasures." Behind that pleasant comment broods utter hatred in disguise, experience and need for revenge still.

Gala'madred says, "You speak of the Spider Bitch's women."

Gala'madred says, "Not all Drow worship her, and ply such kisses in bed."

Gala'madred's face hardens into an emotionless mask.

Xarlen's teeth are grit, until he realizes it, relaxing off. "I would hope so. Else I must watch my bed as much as my back, while being here."

Gala'madred says, "I would not worry about it in Arcana City, Ar-Tel'Quessir. If some woman puts a knife in you here, she has some other reason besides pleasure to do it. Worship of Lloth is somewhat.. forbidden.. in the Night City"

Kern says, "That putting it mildly."

Xarlen says, "I would hope those of Loviatar are also rare, too. "

Gala'madred says, "I have not seen a priestess of Loviatar since I left Faerun, to be honest. Even in Realmspace they are apparently very rare. And beyond it? Pah.. such unworthy gods have little power beyond their home spheres."

Xarlen smiles pleasantly. "Good. Though, I've yet to find any women who seem...'available', here on the Night City. Though, Dakini did strike me as somewhat a...wicked one.

Keesha skrees, "Dakini likes to tease. I wouldn't presume anything about her tastes."

Gala'madred says, "I wouldn't know... But now that you mention it, I shall endeavor to find out. Miss Dakini is not unattractive, after all..."

Xarlen nods his head. "I could tell by her voice. But, it's not a matter of unattractiveness, as much as dangerous ground one might tread."

Gala'madred leans forward. "Do you like treading dangerous ground, blind-eye?"

Xarlen's face grows grim, voice harsh from experience. "When it comes to women, not so much; they can wound one in places men rarely thrust, during times of weakness."

Gala'madred says, "Yes, that is their great Gift from the Goddesses...."

Xarlen snorts. "But to answer your question, it would depend on who owns the property, and why I'm there, wouldn't it?"

Kern listens quietly...

Keesha sips her mead.

Gala'madred smiles and nods. "Yes, well put, Ser."

Gala'madred sips his icewine.

Xarlen runs digits through his hair. "It seems to have grown tomb-ly quiet."

Kern smiles. "It has been a long day. And a thought provoking one."

Kern says, "Myself, I have much to think about."

Gala'madred says, "Fare thee well, Guildmaster Kern"

Kern dohs. "

Xarlen's lips curve. "To go from the intrigues of Faerun to here... I have to wonder what this Night City has to offer."

Kern says, "Stop calling me that!"

Gala'madred says, "Why? I'll just have to start again soon. You may not be now, but you will be..."

Kern says, "Why does everyone believe I'm going to be the next Arcanus Guildmaster? it's most frustrating."

Gala'madred says, "Come, Kern! I know you.... You just haven't consented to do it because they haven't offered you anything that 'interests' you yet. Sooner or later they will...."

Kern waggles a finger at Gala'maDred. "Don't count your mushrooms before they've shrieked. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."

Xarlen grins. "I take it they can pay that price, hm?" He inquires to Kern.

Kern says, "It'll have to be something impressive, to expose myself to guild politics."

Kern says, "Just because I *have* a price, doesn't mean just anyone can pay it."

Gala'madred says, "Kern, you are already exposed to guild politics..."

Gala'madred says, "You just can't do anything about it right now."

Keesha skrees, "He's got a point, there, sensei."

Kern says, "Well, exposed, but not involved. Why would I be? I have no power, no authority other than my good name."

Gala'madred says, "It's not the power you have that matters in politics, Kern.. but the power that others *think* you have..."

Kern says, "yes, well, I will not take a position based on lies. I am a shell of what I used to be. Growing stronger, yes, but never as strong as I used to be."

Keesha shrugs. "There's only one reason to put up with politics... 'I don't want power. I only object to idiots having power over me.'"

Gala'madred says, "Kern, you think the wizard with the most magical power should be Guildmaster of Arcanus? Hmmm.. how interesting. Well, take care, Kern."

Kern says, "Ah, but that's just the point. No one does, right now. I serve no one, save my patron god, and that is by choice."

Gala'madred looks at Keesha and laughs. "That.. is.. funny..."

Xarlen arches a brow. "And, which god might that be?"

Kern says, "That's not what I said, Governor. But....never mind, if you must leave..."

Kern looks at Xarlen. "Xandros, God of Chaos and Wild Magic. New to the Realmsian Pantheon."

Xarlen screws his features up. "Is it his doing, for the rash uprising of those who weave magic with no training in the Art?"

Kern says, "No. But he is the one chosen to bring out the underlying order in wild magic for that very reason."

Kern says, "Controlled Chaos is a powerful ally."

Xarlen says, "Control Chaos. That sounds very paradox."

Kern smiles. "As is Xandros."

Xarlen eh hehs... "I see..."

Kern says, "But then, it is perhaps, hard for a non-believer so see the greater truth in his church."

Keesha skrees, "It may sound paradoxical, but it is indeed both possible and powerful. In a very real sense, it's the basis for much of our most advanced technology."

Gala'madred says, "Will he put a lease on the Chaos Queen too then?"

Gala'madred says, "Will he put a leash on the Chaos Queen too then?"

Kern arches an eyebrow. "The Chaos Queen?"

Gala'madred says, "Lloth"

Gala'madred says the word like it's a dirty swear

Kern says, "I had no idea she had that name. "

Kern says, "At any rate, he has no fondness for Lloth. But I doubt he has the power to take *her* on yet."

Kern says, "He is, after all, only a demigod. His church must grow in order for him to grow."

Xarlen snorts. "I'm not surprised the elven pantheon hasn't taken a rolled up scroll and smacked that horrible bug from her web yet."

Kern says, "Lloth has many allies. It's not so easy."

Gala'madred says, "A pity."

Kern chuckles at Dred. "Oh you can be sure his followers would bedevil her...he is just not powerful enough to take her mano-a-mano."

Gala'madred says, "I thought you said this Xandros was a god."

Gala'madred says, "There are mortals who do not fear to face her mano-a-mano."

Xarlen says, "And they would die for that simply."

Keesha nods. "Fascinating as this is, I have things to attend to. G'night, milord, sensei." She nods to Gala'madred and Kern. "Harlequin."

Kern says, "A demigod, the least powerful. She is an intermediate god."

Xarlen nods his head to Keesha.

Keesha flutters down from her perch to the door, then takes off into the sky, heading more or less in the direction of the shipyard.

Gala'madred shrugs. "I was resurrected."

Kern says, "Good night, my student."

Keesha leaves the bar, heading back out onto Erythyn Street.

Gala'madred says, "She is arrogant, and stupid in the use of her great powers, Kern. Do not give the mad Chaos Queen more credit than she is due..."

Kern shrugs. "At any rate, it is not my decision to make. There will be a clash, eventually...his portfolio intrudes on hers, after all...but it will not happen *yet*."

Kern says, "While there is time, more power and followers can be marshaled."

Gala'madred says, "Patience is a virtue, aye..."

Xarlen arches a brow. "If he wishes to combat the Spider Bitch, then I would suggest he perhaps ally with the drowish patron of thieves?"

Gala'madred says, "But the longer one waits, the more time there is for the spider to take notice, and start weaving webs to trap you...."

Kern chuckles. "The notion has been considered...it's why, I suppose, he sent some of his new Knights of the Vortex to Arcana, under my command..."

Gala'madred sneers. "What would a surface elf know of Drow religion?"

Xarlen pauses for a moment, before smirking. "Tell me, Dhaeraow, did they teach you of ours in your cavern home?"

Gala'madred says, "Not in Lloth's cities, no. They taught us only that the elven gods were evil, Corellan most of all, and that their followers should be killed for what He did to the Spider Queen thousands of years ago."

Gala'madred says, "I learned of the surface and it's people by going there, and living there for a few centuries."

Xarlen arches a brow. "Which was what? Defend his children when she betrayed her godly kin?"

Gala'madred says quietly "The Priestesses of Lloth would never tell another Drow the truth, Tel'Quessir."

Xarlen nods his head. "I would think a priestess of Lolth wouldn't know what Truth is."

Gala'madred says, "Most drow do know nothing of the Elven Pantheon, or histories. And I've found that often things are not so different in Evermeet, other such strongholds of thy people. While perhaps they do not outright lie to you all about the Drow, they are often perhaps not completely informed... I have met few Gold Elves who even knew there was a Drow god of thieves.. Most seem to think that all drow are slaves of the Spider."

Gala'madred says, "Oh, they know what Truth is.. a weapon to keep the masses under control. Twisting and hiding the truth is something Her church is very good at."

Xarlen chuckles softly. Leaning forward, "I have an...unusual interest in the elves of darkness." A pained grin finds him. "A costly one, yes... but, one learns to do all the research he can, when learning of his interest...and his enemy."

Kern watches this most interesting dance...

Gala'madred chuckles, and sits back in his chair. "I wonder what it was that interested you so much in the enemy.... Truly, you are not like most Ar-Tel'Quessir, if you actually take interest in other races and places... " Dred smirks.

Xarlen nods his head, licking his lips. "I had my inborn stick removed from my seat; oddly enough, opened my eyes. Other Ar-Tel'Quessir seem to have it pressing on their minds."

Gala'madred laughs loudly and merrily, nearly knocking his wine glass off the table.

Gala'madred says, "Kern, I like this blind elf!"

Kern says, "I'd never had guessed."

Xarlen shrugs. "As you'll note, the moon elves have a smaller one, but still..." He grins. "Oh, there are lots of things about your brethren that interests me."

Gala'madred says, "And what does that mean? I get along with Rennyn, and he's a Gold Elf."

Gala'madred glares at Kern

Kern says, "Sheath your blades, Dred. I was being sarcastic."

Gala'madred says, "Ah, yes... Sarcasm... I admit I have not spent enough time with thee *or* my brother of late, Kern... I shall have to remember to watch for your ... sardonic wits."

Gala'madred winks

Xarlen smirks. "Beware of rapier wit that has rusted."

Gala'madred says, "Well, the hour grows late, and I am sure to be expected at the Temple by now. I have prayers to attend to."

Xarlen arches a brow. "Who's temple would that be, hm?"

Gala'madred watches the blind high elf for a few long moments.

Xarlen is statuesque, as usual, except for the absent sips of his dwindling wine.

Gala'madred says, "I only pray to the Masked God of Night."

Xarlen ahs.

Gala'madred glides to his feet, and pulls his cloak around his shoulders.

Xarlen ahems, gesturing to Dred before he reaches the door.

Gala'madred says, "Yes, Tel'Quessir?"

Xarlen makes an intricate gesture, in particular to the dark elves language of hand.

Kern pays no attention, and looks to the fire instead...

Gala'madred says, "Thank thee.. Shadows keep you."

Xarlen says, "May darkness cloak thee."

Gala'madred says, "Goodnight Kern..."

Kern says, "Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."

Gala'madred slides between the tables and chairs, and opens the doors.

Gala'madred says, "I don't usually sleep, Kern. But thanks."

Kern sighs. "Lucky elf...."

Gala'madred slips out into the street, heading north.

Gala'madred leaves the bar, heading back out onto Erythyn Street.

Kern sits and watches the fire die....

Xarlen chuckles faintly. "The night is dead," He says ominously.

Kern says, "Don't blame me. I didn't kill it."

Xarlen turns to face the human. "You are well versed in this Sphere, neh?"

Kern nods absently. "Well versed enough. Did you have more you wished to know, sirrah?"

Xarlen mmhms. "Indeed."

Kern mmmms and swivels slightly to eye the gold elf. "Is it a quick question, or should I make you make an appointment for complex discussion?"

Kern says, "Not to be rude, but I am wearied, and I *do* need sleep, unlike the Governor."

Xarlen laughs. "IF you plan on leaving in a few heartbeats, perhaps." His demeanor changes, becoming more serious. "Tell me...what is it that you crave? That is your...vice? The drink? Women? Obviously not gold. Magic?"

Kern arches an eyebrow. "Such personal questions from a stranger."

Xarlen nods his head. "Indeed. Mine, well, one...I seek the something specific in this Sphere."

Kern says, "And that is?"

Xarlen smirks faintly. "And if I said so, I could be a target, or at least have an eye of suspicion on me."

Kern says, "You have piqued my interest, enigmatic one. Have we begun our *own* dance, now?"

Xarlen smirks. "I will give you a quick dip. Intrigue is one of my dirty pleasures, Guildmaster," He jibs playfully.

Kern snorts, but ignores the jibe. "You seek entry into Arcana's political world, then? Or it's underworld?"

Xarlen's lips moisten, and the expression on his face would suggest the latter. "Politics is subtle, but rarely do the mudslingers have hidden blades."

Kern says, "And....what. You were hoping I could give you an introduction?"

Xarlen laughs, but stops. He eyes you, as if he were truly eyeing you, those dark pools of lenses seem to be sunken pits of black. "Despite your denying, you know the crannies and backdoor games of this place."

Kern stands, facing you solemnly. "I don't know as much as you think. But its true, I am yet connected to that aspect of Arcana through a single association of mine. If you wish entry into the Velkyn, I suggest you look no farther than the Path. You will find the contact you seek here, wearing obvious clothes."

Xarlen arches a brow. "The Velkyn..." He shakes his head. "Too... No. But I'm sure you know which rocks to look beneath?"

Kern says, "This is the only rock I know of, in truth. And moreover, I would give you a warning."

Xarlen says, "I'm listening."

Kern slowly smiles. It's not a pleasant smile. Of course, it's entirely possible the Xarlen can't see it.

Xarlen doesn't 'seem' to register it, staring impassively, but he taps the table.

Kern says, "You've heard the stories tonight. You know I used to be a Harper. But what you should also know is that I left them not out of a change of philosophy, but for personal reasons. And just because of my association with this one man, doesn't mean I condone what his....organization does. Be careful where your path takes you. You might find me standing in your way."

Kern is suddenly gone. No poof of smoke, just gone.



(OOC) Wed Feb 28 1901 01:15 PM by "Alois" at "Wandering Path - Taproom" (OOC)

Alois is sitting in front of the fire, polishing one of his knives..

    Wandering Path - Taproom
    This place doesn't look nearly as bad as it did from the outside. In fact, it's quite nice. The room is very dark and has been made to look like a cave. There is a large fireplace on one wall, filling the room with flickering light and providing the only source of warmth outside of the kitchen. There are tables scattered around the room, seemingly in random order, and a fairly large bar at one end. All of the tables and the bar are made of dark wood, most likely ebony and are deeply scored and marked with use. On each of the tables and scattered around the walls are lanterns lit with magical faerie fire, blue on the tables and green on the walls. A section of the room, in front of the fireplace, has been cleared out and a number of couches have been set up. There are stairs, leading up and a doorway that leads to the back rooms. There is a guard posted by the doorway and no one seems to be getting in without his permission. There is a sign hanging above the bar. It reads simply: Assholes will not be tolerated, they will be shot and fed to the Rothe herd. Thank you --The Management.

Dakini walks quietly into the inn, as she usually does on the evenings she comes for dinner, and looks around curiously to see if she knows any of the patrons here. Upon seeing Alois she changes her direction, pacing over towards his table.

Alois takes a glance up, as though he felt Dakini closing on him. "Evening.."

Dakini smiles and nods at the greeting, murmuring a polite, "Vendui'." Unless he prevents her from doing so, she moves to stand next to him, one hand resting on the back of his chair, and smoothly leans to whisper in his ear.

Alois tilts his head to one side to listen to what Dakini is saying..

Dakini is trying to be discreet -- she knows how sensitive elven ears are, so she's trying to be careful not to touch his ear. However, she also knows how acute the hearing of most here is, so her lips are right next to his ear -- he can feel her warm breath as she murmurs. "Harlequin seeks the Bazaar."

Alois nods, "Does he now? Why?"

The actual words she says substitute a 'th' sound for the 's' and 'z' sounds -- she doesn't want to hiss sharply into the ear of sensitive hearing, and that's an old scouting trick she knows from past times on other planets... but it translates well enough to someone listening intently.

Dakini smiles and shrugs, "I just speculate and pass on the information, owner of the Path. You could ask him, I suppose?"

Alois turns and smiles at you, "Thank you, Dakini, I appreciate the warning."

Dakini has straightened from that one whisper... she smiles with faint amusement, "I suspect, like most here, he has more than one 'look'..." She nods politely again. "Aluve'," and she heads quietly for the bar and Talabrina, for her dinner.

Alois chuckles softly as Dakini walks away, "Agreed."

Dakini smiles also, and nods to herself... as if several questions had been answered for her.

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