The Winter War (storyline)/2022-12-15 - Opalina accused of being Mayor (log)

Catspaw-2022-12-15-Opalina accused of being Mayor (log)

Log captured from the view of Opalina

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[Mayor's Office, Reception - 29543] (u4043049)

Brightly lit by crystal-globed candles atop a caribou antler chandelier, the room is enclosed in walls of lacquered pine. Facing a blackened rock fireplace, a waiting couch of dark suede sits with its back to an imposing angular oak desk with neatly organized parchments atop it. A prim sylvankind secretary is seated behind the desk, which is positioned so that she can watch the entrance, visitors, and a riveted hoarbeam door leading to the mayor's office. You also see an inlaid leather grimoire soaring around with its gilt-swept ethereal violet pinions, an animated flayed gigas disciple and a chiseled marble arch leading to the hallway.

Also here: Town Councilor Vaemyr

Obvious exits: west

The layer of protection fades away.

The grimoire drifts off to find its owner.

Lord Sorlu just strode through a chiseled marble arch leading to the hallway.

Lord Sorlu strides away moving west.

Lord Sorlu just strode in.

Olgretien just came through a chiseled marble arch leading to the hallway.

Olgretien just went through a riveted hoarbeam door.

Olgretien just came through a riveted hoarbeam door.

You ponder.

Olgretien joins your group.

Olgretien smiles at you.

You smile at Olgretien.

Vaemyr asks, speaking to Sorlu, "So where are your uhh delegates?"

Vaemyr ponders.

Perigourd's group just came through a chiseled marble arch leading to the hallway.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake with glossy holly leaves sticking out of her head toddles into the area and up to Missoni.

You quietly say, "I only know one will not be able to make it."

Sorlu says, speaking to Vaemyr, "They are around, or most of them, I believe."

Sorlu says, "The Mayor I've yet to find."

Sorlu chuckles to himself.

Vaemyr nods at Sorlu.

You quietly say, "Falvicar is sadly under the weather and in bed this evening."

Olgretien rubs you tenderly.

Lady Elliathe just came through a chiseled marble arch leading to the hallway.

Lady Elliathe just went west.

You quietly say, "I'll fill him later."

Sorlu nods sympathetically to you.

An inlaid leather grimoire drifts in looking for its owner.

Lady Elliathe just arrived.

Elliathe gathers the wide skirts of her stygian velvet houppelande in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.

Vaemyr nods to you.

The secretary casually notes, "If you wish to see the mayor, you may want to make an appointment. He's a busy halfling." She does not avert her eyes from her paperwork.

Vaemyr nods to Elliathe in greeting.

Elliathe says, "Good eve."

Elliathe nods to Vaemyr in greeting.

Missoni says, speaking to you, "Oh, I hope he feels better."

Sorlu smiles at Elliathe.

With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to Elliathe with a short, courteous bow.

You hear very soft footsteps.

You hear very soft footsteps.

Elliathe nods respectfully at Sorlu.

You quietly say, "We are waiting for the Mayor We had an appointment this evening."

Sorlu removes a slender Nalfein-styled cane from in his midnight suede rucksack.

Elliathe smiles.

The fire crackles and the flames jump as a warm glow settles in on you.

You hear very soft footsteps.

You quietly say, "Me too."

Sorlu nods to Dendum in greeting.

You nod at Missoni.

Dendum bows to Sorlu.

Olgretien takes a drink from his Elanthian coffee.

Elliathe says, "Indeed, though in truth I am likely to propose much of what I mentioned to Councillor Sorlu in our interview."

Elliathe nods once.

Dendum bows to you.

You quietly say, "Good evening Dendum."

Elliathe nods to Dendum in greeting.

Dendum nods at Elliathe.

You beam happily at Elliathe!

Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out a small stream of smoke before him briefly.

The dog twists its neck to raise one of its ears up to one side and begins sniffing furiously while staring vacantly ahead.

Elliathe asks, speaking to Vaemyr, "On a completely different subject... any word on Sablo?"

Elliathe raises an eyebrow in Vaemyr's direction.

Vaemyr looks over at Elliathe and shakes his head.

Elliathe furrows her brow.

Elliathe says, "Very odd."

Elliathe shakes her head.

Vaemyr says, "Might hear tonight."

Sorlu asks, "Sablo is the Landing's field commander, yes?"

The dog gazes ahead blankly, seemingly oblivious to its surroundings.

Sorlu raises an eyebrow.

Vaemyr says, speaking to Sorlu, "No."

Dendum nods at Sorlu.

Vaemyr says, "Has nothing to do with the Landing's forces."

Elliathe informs, speaking to Sorlu, "He is the Darkstone Commander."

High Lord Grutak just came through a chiseled marble arch leading to the hallway.

Sorlu says, "Ah, I see now."

Sorlu nods once.

Dendum starts chortling.

Elliathe says, "A very important distinction."

Olgretien's fingers briefly touch his vultite greathelm as he renders a casual salute to Grutak.

Olgretien takes a drink from his Elanthian coffee.

Sorlu says, speaking to Elliathe, "One certainly hopes."

Sorlu nods at Elliathe.

Vaemyr says, "He is the Commander of a yet non-existing Imperial army of the new barony."

Elliathe snorts!

The secretary puts on a pleasant smile and pointedly asks, "Might I help you with something?"

Elliathe nods at Vaemyr.

Grutak raises an eyebrow in Vaemyr's direction.

Sidling up to Missoni, the mandrake tilts her wrinkled face to gaze into her eyes. In an awkward display of empathy, the mandrake pats her knee.

Your cheeks flush with a soft pale rose shade, darkening your freckles even more.

Perigourd puffs rapidly on his dark maoral pipe, some dark wisps of fragrant currant-scented smoke dancing about him.

Elliathe says, "Feels much like the troops are us at this point."

Vaemyr says, "And he was particularly non-existing himself last night."

Elliathe nods at Vaemyr.

You quietly say, "I should have changed before coming here."

Vaemyr grumbles.

Elliathe cocks her head at you.

Perigourd says, speaking to Vaemyr, "I would make no presumption on what he did."

Vaemyr nods at Perigourd.

Grutak and Perigourd bash their forearms in greeting.

Perigourd nods in greeting at Grutak.

You say, speaking quietly to Elliathe, "I feel too dressed up."

Elliathe exclaims, speaking to you, "You look lovely as is!"

Vaemyr says, speaking to Perigourd, "Again, just... a bit upset still about everything."

You blush a soft pale rose shade at Elliathe.

Perigourd nods understandingly at Vaemyr.

You quietly say, "Thank you."

You give Elliathe a friendly hug.

Grutak asks, speaking to Vaemyr, "About what?"

Lady Aliashyrah just came through a chiseled marble arch leading to the hallway.

Elliathe smiles encourag opal

Elliathe coughs.

Vaemyr glances at Grutak.

You curtsy to Aliashyrah.

Straightening her back, Aliashyrah gives you a formal, low curtsy. She inclines her head as well, favoring you with a nod.

Dendum says, "Perhaps they can throw some more silvers at Moot Hall and cheer it up."

Elliathe nods to Aliashyrah in greeting.

Aliashyrah says, "My apologies. I had to get changed after a lovely social event."

Aliashyrah smiles.

Missoni shifts her eyes to Dendum.

Sorlu smiles at Aliashyrah.

Vaemyr says, speaking to Grutak, "Oh innocent people being catapulted to their deaths in my town? Or how about wagons of burnt dead kids."

Aliashyrah chuckles.

Vaemyr says, "A few reasons."

Elliathe glances over at Vaemyr and winces.

Grutak asks, "And who is doing that?"

Elliathe agrees with Vaemyr.

Perigourd says, "Gnul."

Vaemyr says, "A dead man."

The flames glimmer, red and scarlet, orange and yellow. The colors warm the surroundings and bring a cheerful glow to all things.

Elliathe says, speaking to Grutak, "Gnul the stonehead."

Perigourd says, speaking to Vaemyr, "Illoke aren't exactly men."

Grutak asks, "If he's dead, what's the problem?"

Vaemyr says, speaking to Grutak, "Cause he's not dead yet."

Grutak says, "Ahh."

Grutak says, "A difficulty."

Perigourd says, speaking to Vaemyr, "Pylons seemed fairly effective."

The secretary selects a series of parchments and heats some pale blue wax before carefully pouring a blob onto each. She stamps each with a heavy mule-marked stamp before filing each document away in a drawer.

Grutak asks, "Can we be of assistance?"

Vaemyr says, "We'll see."

Elliathe says, speaking to Vaemyr, "So that's what he was firing? I admit, the moment I heard that 'woosh' again I ran inside. I had no intention of becoming flambe again."

The green and gold energy fades from around Dendum.

Sorlu smiles at Aliashyrah.

Vaemyr nods at Elliathe.

Dendum's form shifts back from the shadows.

Vaemyr says, "It... is good you didn't have to watch."

You quietly say, "Well Since the Mayor and Two of the councilers are not here I can take notes on ideas and maybe we can brainstorm a bit in the Conference room."

Grutak says, "The Northern Regulators stand ready to defend the south."

A pained expression crosses Elliathe's face.

Missoni nods slightly.

Elliathe nods in agreement at Vaemyr.

The fire crackles and the flames jump as a warm glow settles in on you.

Vaemyr removes a hollow soulstone wand from in his scroll case.

Vaemyr points his soulstone wand at an animated flayed gigas disciple.

Misty black smoke gushes forth from Vaemyr's soulstone wand, carefully encircling an animated flayed gigas disciple. The pure white light radiating from Vaemyr's wand's soulstone shell melds with the misty black smoke, as if infusing it with some unknown power. The disciple shudders momentarily as its wounds begin to suture themselves. After several painful groans, the disciple begins to look healthier, although still quite dead.

Vaemyr put a hollow soulstone wand in his scroll case.

Elliathe nods approvingly at Grutak.

Vaemyr nods to you.

You quietly say, "It's up to you all."

Perigourd's group just went west.

[Mayor's Office, Conference Room - 29545] (u4043051)

A stately stained glass standing oil lamp sets a warm, welcoming glow in the simple cedar-framed room, which holds a long pale spruce table at its center. Some black leather wingback chairs are placed evenly around the table's length, resting on a polished stone floor. The rear wall is a wide panel of frosted glass that has been etched with an elaborate mural. You also see the web-draped Missoni disk and the repousse copper Perigourd disk raised in leafy designs.

Also here: Missoni, Perigourd

Obvious exits: east

Olgretien followed.

High Lord Grutak just arrived.

Motes of vermillion light flow in and resolve into Town Councilor Vaemyr.

Lord Sorlu just strode in.

Olgretien kneels down.

Dendum just came marching in.

You settle yourself comfortably in one of the leather chairs.

Lady Aliashyrah just arrived.

Lady Elliathe just arrived.

Olgretien takes a drink from his Elanthian coffee.

Sorlu walks to stand behind a long pale spruce table.

Sorlu settles himself comfortably in one of the leather chairs.

Elliathe asks, "We were in the wrong spot?"

You quietly say, "I can give a quick run down of the Current events."

Elliathe chuckles.

Aliashyrah settles herself comfortably in one of the leather chairs.

Grutak asks, speaking to you, "Taking over the Mayors conferance room without him?"

Sorlu grins at Grutak.

Aliashyrah says, "We were cluttering the hall."

You say, speaking quietly to Grutak, "Yes."

Elliathe turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

Missoni says, "I believe we were awaiting the mayor out of courtesy."

Elliathe nods in agreement at Missoni.

You quietly ask, "If everyone would like?"

Sorlu says, "In times of emergency, hard decisions must be made."

Sorlu grins at Grutak.

Olgretien nods to you.

Grutak nods at Sorlu.

Grutak says, "Indeed."

Aliashyrah nods in agreement.

Grutak says, "Hard decisions."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Elliathe, "Our delegation is already off to a rocky beginning."

Aliashyrah chuckles.

Nalver just arrived.

Vaemyr begins chuckling at Aliashyrah!

Elliathe cocks her head at Aliashyrah.

Sorlu flashes a quick grin at Aliashyrah.

Nalver asks, "Did I miss the meeting?"

Elliathe says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "I certainly hope not."

Nalver put a knobby ko'nag staff capped with a glistening ebony requiem starstone in his weapon harness.

Sorlu says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "I'm sure everything will work out perfectly fine."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Nalver, "This is the meeting, as such."

Sorlu smiles.

Nalver nods.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Nalver, "The mayor seems to be detained, as are two councillors."

Nalver asks, "Aureliano is downstairs. Should I go get him?"

Elliathe offers, "Perhaps the Mayor had to see his cousin off properly."

Perigourd ponders.

Perigourd brings the dark maoral pipe to his lips and inhales deeply of its currant-scent, then abruptly exhales some dark streams of smoke from his nose.

You recite quietly:

   "Ta Vaalor is flying air ships over our City. More than usual."

Dendum glances at Nalver.

Grutak says, speaking to Sorlu, "Seems the Mayors office has been commandeered."

Nalver asks, speaking to Dendum, "Yes?"

Sorlu nods at Grutak.

Dendum asks, "The Aureliano of the Crimson Guard?"

Nalver nods at Dendum.

Missoni corrects, "Crimson Legion."

Elliathe raises an eyebrow.

You recite quietly:

   "There is a verbal treaty between Icemule and Ta Vaalor created years ago that allows Ta vaalorian Troops to CROSS into and through Icemule Territory without aggression or repercussions."

Grutak says, "We could cut off his head and send it back with the Delegates."

Sorlu turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You recite quietly:

   "There is no physical copy of the actual treaty in written form, other than a declaration from Ta Vaalor."

Elliathe blinks at you.

Grutak says, "That'd be a good start."

Vaemyr asks, "So if I may ask. What is your end goal of the delegation? Is it to end the trade war? Or is it to also ensure the previous... treaty... is renegotiated?"

Perigourd frowns at Grutak.

Missoni raises her eyebrows and gazes quite intently at Grutak, clearly withholding comment.

Aliashyrah asks, speaking curiously to you, "Nothing signed?"

You recite quietly:

   "The treaty was developed due to improper representation of Icemule by someone who is no longer part of the town as per the agreement."

Elliathe asks, "Wait... *verbal*. I had thought all of this was in writing?"

Aliashyrah says, "How interesting."

Vaemyr nods to you.

Olgretien deeply says, "There were witnesses."

You recite quietly:

   "Original purpose of addressing the Treaty, was to obtain better understanding of the treaty and what it actually entailed and possibly remove it all together or revisit new terms."

You quietly say, "Let me recite all this then we can discuss."

You nod.

You recite quietly:

   "A letter was written by one councilor in regards to the treaty, which was in poor taste and personally filled with detest and anger toward Ta Vaalor."

Perigourd casually observes his surroundings.

You recite quietly:

   "This letter was stolen after it was resolved and sent to Ta Vaalorian government by Rammeal whom was discovered to be either the hunter himself, or a follower of the hunter, and claims to have a coven starting trouble for Icemule."

Grutak says, speaking to you, "I thought this was a meeting between the Delegates and the Mayor."

Aliashyrah appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You recite quietly:

   "Rammael is on the loose."

Sorlu murmurs, speaking to himself, "I thought the taste was splendid."

You recite quietly:

   "Ta Vaalorians have opened a trade route with Briarmoon Cover and is expecting all treaties already in place to remain as is."

You recite quietly:

   "Briarmoon Cove is no longer returning communications with Icemule."

You pant. Perigourd glances between Sorlu and yourself.

Dendum says, "And the elf commander is here."

You quietly say, "Okay please If you would like to ask questions Let's go one at a time."

You quietly say, "So we dont' over talk each other."

Grutak asks, speaking to you, "Who put you in charge?"

Olgretien whispers, "Well said! Thanks fer the recap."

Elliathe nods respectfully to you.

Sorlu smiles.

Vaemyr says, speaking to you, "Appreciate the details on the specifics of the original treaty."

Vaemyr nods to you.

Aliashyrah says, speaking simply to Grutak, "The voters."

Perigourd whispers, "Aureliano would like to know if he may attend? he is waiting below I believe and doesn't wish to be rude."

Sorlu flashes a quick grin at Aliashyrah.

Grutak says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "Not exactly. They voted for a council."

You ask, speaking quietly to Vaemyr, "You would like details?"

Grutak says, "Last I knew, a council requires more than 1."

Grutak shrugs.

Perigourd scratches at his beard.

You quietly say, "This is not an official council meeting now. since no one is here but myself and Sorlu."

Nalver raises his hand.

Sorlu says, "I am here, we are plural."

Sorlu smiles at you.

Vaemyr says, speaking to you, "Oh no, I was thanking you for the summary."

Nalver says, "I have a question."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Grutak, "Do not try to find fault with Councilwoman Opalina speaking, Commander. It is somethign that is often done by each of the Councillors."

You quietly say, "Ohh."

Elliathe says, speaking to Grutak, "There is certainly no harm in a request that we not bicker and talk over one another."

Perigourd just went east.

Aliashyrah whispers something to Grutak.

Grutak asks, "If we are acting independantly I guess I'll act on my own. Where was that Legionairre?"

You focus on projecting your thoughts.

Elliathe blinks at Grutak.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Grutak, "I believe he will be joining us soon."

You quietly say, "Look."

Missoni glances appraisingly at Grutak.

Nalver says, "Down the stairs."

Grutak removes a dragonfly etched vultite no-dachi from in his threaded war harness.

Perigourd's group just arrived.

Grutak says, "I'll be back with his head."

Elliathe raises an eyebrow in Aliashyrah's direction.

Aliashyrah sighs.

High Lord Grutak just went east.

Missoni gazes east.

You gaze heavenward.

Missoni says, "But he is right here."

Olgretien deeply says, "Techy fella."

High Lord Grutak just arrived.

Elliathe says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "That seems... odd. To have a Vaalorian and our strategy meeting."

Your cheeks flush with a soft pale rose shade, darkening your freckles even more.

Nalver asks, speaking to you, "Can I ask my question?"

Sorlu absentmindedly taps his Nalfein-styled cane against his leg.

Grutak says, "Ah... here he is..."

Aliashyrah says, speaking amusedly to Grutak, "You walked past him."

Dendum says, speaking to Grutak, ""Head arrived before Grutak."

Sorlu casually glances around the room.

Missoni says, speaking to Aureliano, "Fair eve."

You quietly say, "Yes Pleas eNalver."

Missoni bows to Aureliano.

Aureliano raises an eyebrow in Grutak's direction.

You stand back up.

Roundtime: 3 sec.

You curtsy to Aureliano.

Sorlu stands up.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Elliathe, "I believe he has been invited to offer information on decorum." Aureliano says, speaking warmly to Missoni, "Good evening. Always a pleasure."

Aliashyrah stands up.

With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to Aureliano with a short, courteous bow.

You settle yourself comfortably in one of the leather chairs.

Straightening her back, Aliashyrah gives a formal, low curtsy to Aureliano. She inclines her head as well, giving Aureliano a brief nod.

Grutak says, speaking to Aureliano, "Apparently Opalina here has decided to act on her own accord."

Elliathe says, "Though I leave such decisions to Mayor Dabbings."

Sorlu says, speaking politely to Aureliano, "Quite nice to see you again."

Missoni says, speaking to Aureliano, "Likewise."

Aliashyrah greets, speaking warmly to Aureliano, "Hello again, Lord Aureliano."

Grutak says, "She has replaced the Mayor."

Sorlu settles himself comfortably in one of the leather chairs.

Aureliano bows.

Nalver asks, "I am confused about there being three delegates that were chosen by the council. I thought one was already selected by Talliver and then two were to be selected by the council. Can you comment on that?"

Elliathe shakes her head.

You say, speaking quietly to Grutak, "That is not what's happening at all Sir."

Perigourd says, speaking to Nalver, "They requested a third they could choose."

Aureliano politely says, "Good evening, everyone. Thank you for hosting me."

Grutak says, speaking to you, "You could have fooled me."

Sorlu agrees with Perigourd.

Perigourd says, speaking to Nalver, "So I believe Hazelnut will still be attending as well."

Grutak says, "I do not see the Mayor here."

Elliathe says, speaking to Aureliano, "Good eve M'Lord."

Grutak says, "And I do not see but two councilors."

Elliathe gathers the wide skirts of her stygian velvet houppelande in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.

Aliashyrah asks, speaking to Nalver, "Perhaps while the Legionnaire is here, we discuss courtly procedure and save the rest of the conversation for when he leaves?"

Missoni says, speaking to Grutak, "It is hard to achieve the objective of this meeting if you will not allow anyone to speak."

Nalver asks, speaking to you, "And it was your lover, Sorlu's lover, and who else?"

Aureliano folds his hands behind his back.

Grutak says, "The Mayor wanted to talk to the Delegates about strategy and what was to happen."

You say, speaking quietly to Nalver, "Yes, We discussed at length Taliver's worry about Hazelnuts health, he suggested that Aliashyrah go in his place."

Dendum points at Elliathe.

Sorlu gazes in amusement at Nalver.

Grutak says, "I do not see that happening."

Elliathe nods at Nalver.

Aliashyrah gazes in amusement at Nalver.

Sorlu asks, speaking to Nalver, "Ivas herself joins the delegation?"

Sorlu chuckles to himself.

Elliathe informs, speaking to Nalver, "And to be clear I have no lover."

Sorlu brushes his fingers lightly against his emerald talisman.

Grutak says, "What I see is Opalina acting as head of state to a foreign national."

You say, speaking quietly to Nalver, "The Mayor may still choose to send Hazelnut it is his choice in the end."

Missoni takes a slow, deep breath then pinches the bridge of her nose.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Sorlu, "How fortunate we are if She does."

Sorlu nods in agreement at Aliashyrah.

Nalver nods.

Nalver asks, "Can we do better about communicating these things?"

Aliashyrah asks, speaking politely to Aureliano, "Legionnaire, would you walk with me?"

Nalver says, "Because last nights meeting and tonights just sort of happened by rumors in the wind."

Sorlu whispers, "If you need me to jump in to field some of these questions, simply let me know."

Elliathe begins chuckling at Vaemyr!

Nalver says, "Maybe PIN these sorts of things to a post somewhere."

Perigourd scratches at his beard.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Aureliano, "My apologies but it seems we have some matters to discuss that, as I am certain you would understand, are best left for citizens."

Roelon just moved quietly into the room, his group following closely.

Grutak turns to face Aureliano.

Perigourd chuckles to himself.

Roelon nods once.

Aureliano says, speaking diplomatically to Aliashyrah, "Certainly. Please lead the way."

Grutak asks, speaking to Aureliano, "Come to bully us some more?"

You quietly say, "Welcome Roelon."

Aureliano joins Aliashyrah's group.

Elliathe nods to Roelon in greeting.

Vaemyr nods to Roelon in greeting.

Randsford nods slowly.

Lady Aliashyrah's group just went east.

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers a formal bow.

Elliathe gathers the wide skirts of her stygian velvet houppelande in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.

Roelon deeply says, "Evenin'."

Grutak and Roelon clasp forearms in greeting.

Roelon deeply says, "Good to see everyone here."

Roelon nods to Grutak in greeting.

Elliathe says, speaking to Roelon, "Good eve, Councillor."

You quietly say, "I've shared the what we know so far."

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers Vaemyr a formal bow.

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers Elliathe a formal bow.

Perigourd turns toward Roelon and renders a hand salute.

Missoni blinks.

Grutak says, "Now we have a council, but no mayor."

Roelon nods to you.

Grutak asks, speaking to Roelon, "You okay with Opalina being acting Mayor?"

You say, speaking quietly to Grutak, "And I would never presume to take over for any of the council."

Roelon chuckles.

You quietly say, "Or the mayor."

Grutak says, speaking to you, "Yet... you did."

Roelon asks, speaking deeply to you, "Kin ah get ah raise?"

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Roelon grins.

Vaemyr smiles at Elliathe.

You say, speaking quietly to Roelon, "Don't tempt me."

Olgretien begins chuckling at Roelon!

Sorlu absentmindedly taps his Nalfein-styled cane against his leg.

You quietly whisper to Sorlu, "You can answer anything you want haha."

Grutak folds his arms, grasping his shoulders.

Nalver sighs.

Grutak folds his arms over his chest.

Nalver shrugs.

Nalver says, "I'll just read about this later."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Grutak, "They pay me in absinthe and killts. Though, she mae give me shorter kiltls with more lace."

Roelon grins.

Roelon glances at you.

Sorlu says, "Were there any lingering questions, or arguments wishing to be had? I am available for all..."

Nalver says, speaking to Roelon, "I wish you luck as the only one without agendas."

Sorlu smiles politely.

Nalver just went east.

Elliathe begins chuckling at Sorlu!

Roelon grins.

Grutak says, speaking to Sorlu, "I'll be with the Vaalorian."

High Lord Grutak just went east.

You quietly say, "I do believe sir that I asked everyone present if They would like me to present the current facts. I've not made any decisions or acted on Behalf of anyone other than to buy time for others to join."

Missoni gazes east.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah offer experience of mah own."

Opalina smiles grutak

Elliathe says, speaking amusedly to Sorlu, "My mother used to have a saying about bothering trouble."

Lady Aliashyrah just arrived.

You glance east.

Olgretien says, speaking deeply to you, "We all can see that, ignor him."

You quietly say, "Okay."

Aliashyrah clears her throat.

Aliashyrah recites:

   "Excuse me"

Roelon nods to Aliashyrah in greeting.

Sorlu asks, speaking to Elliathe, "That doing so is always a recipe for excitement?"

Sorlu raises an eyebrow in Elliathe's direction.

You quietly say, "I was going to Introduce My friend."

Elliathe gazes heavenward.

Sorlu flashes a quick grin.

Elliathe looks over at Sorlu and shakes her head.

Elliathe chuckles.

Sorlu chuckles to himself.

You quietly say, "But I think that Grutak may have hurt his feelings."

You sigh.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "I escorted him somewhere else to attempt to save what little bit of dignity this meeting had left."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "He is not hurt by such speech."

Elliathe sighs deeply.

Aliashyrah waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.

Olgretien begins chuckling at Aliashyrah!

You say, speaking quietly to Aliashyrah, "Thank you M'lady."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "There was no need for him to witness that disagreement."

Sorlu smiles at Aliashyrah.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Aliashyrah, "He has great strength for retraint, he does."

Missoni amusedly says, "I doubt the High Legionnaire can be ruffled by much."

Roelon nods.

Olgretien agrees with Missoni.

Elliathe says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "Yet, I do not think insulting a visitor from Vaalor to be an auspicious start to restoring diplomatic ties with them."

Elliathe winces.

Olgretien deeply says, "I'd doubt he heard a word of it."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "He is near. I can go summon him should we be ready to hear what he has to offer as aid."

Sorlu asks, speaking to Aliashyrah, "Is anyone currently guarding him against Grutak?"

Aliashyrah looks over at Sorlu and shakes her head.

Sorlu hums a seemingly random tune.

Roelon deeply says, "His wisdom in matters of their King will be useful."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Sorlu, "I heard the Commander stalk past. I do not believe he knows where we were."

Missoni agrees with Roelon.

Elliathe nods in agreement at Roelon.

Aliashyrah nods in agreement at Roelon.

Sorlu gazes in amusement at Aliashyrah.

Aliashyrah asks, "Now, are we ready to hear what he has to share about court procedures and other insights to offer?"

Elliathe asks, "Is there any word of the Mayor?"

Elliathe raises an eyebrow.

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

Sorlu says, "Indeed."

Roelon deeply says, "Even ah know nae to go kilt blessin' in his presense."

Aliashyrah says, "We can discuss our other disagreements....later."

Aliashyrah chuckles.

Sorlu asks, "Let us all try to remain civil to our invited guest, yes?"

Aliashyrah says, "Then excuse me. I shall go and fetch him."

Straightening her back, Aliashyrah gives a formal, low curtsy. She inclines her head as well, giving a brief nod.

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

Lady Aliashyrah just went east.

Olgretien raises his hand.

You smile at Olgretien.

Elliathe cocks her head at Olgretien.

Olgretien deeply says, "Just a question of clarificashun."

Sorlu nods at Olgretien.

Olgretien deeply asks, "Is it The COuncil's posishun tht the 1st Treaty is still in effeck?"

Sorlu says, speaking to Olgretien, "There may be some debate regarding that. I have made my stance known...in my eyes, it does not exist."

Olgretien nods slowly.

Lady Aliashyrah's group just arrived.

Perigourd puffs rapidly on his dark maoral pipe, some dark wisps of fragrant currant-scented smoke dancing about him.

Roelon nods at Olgretien.

High Lord Grutak just arrived.

Elliathe slowly empties her lungs.

Roelon deeply says, "To some extend what he claims is true. But by the laws, it holds. However delicatly it mae."

Olgretien agrees with Roelon.

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Aliashyrah clears her throat.

Olgretien smiles at Aliashyrah.

Missoni folds her hands.

Aliashyrah says, "I have returned with the Legionnaire."

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers Aureliano a formal bow.

Elliathe nods to Aureliano in greeting.

Elliathe gathers the wide skirts of her stygian velvet houppelande in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.

Aliashyrah settles herself comfortably in one of the leather chairs.

Sorlu smiles at Aureliano.

Olgretien bows to Aureliano.

Aureliano inclines his head.

Grutak says, "She felt she had to save him."

Grutak grins.

Sorlu warmly says, "And a most welcome guess he is indeed. High Legionnaire, we thank you for coming."

Sorlu nods at Aureliano.

Sorlu corrects, "Guest."

Sorlu clears his throat.

Perigourd puffs rapidly on his dark maoral pipe, some dark wisps of fragrant currant-scented smoke dancing about him.

Roelon smiles.

Olgretien takes a drink from his Elanthian coffee.

You quietly say, "When I was in Ta'Vaalor It was my great honor to meet High Legionnaire Aureliano Tiberius Vaalor."

Missoni smiles.

Sorlu nods to you.

Elliathe nods to you.

Aureliano says, speaking politely to Sorlu, "I appreciate the welcome." He gives a polite nod to Aliashyrah and sincerely states, "And thank you for finding me a proper place to wait."

Perigourd furrows his brow.

You quietly say, "It would be my honor to introduct him to both the council and unfortauntely we are missing several folks this evening The Mayor, Counciler Gespry, and Deligate Falvicar."

You quietly say, "Introduce him."

Your cheeks flush with a soft pale rose shade, darkening your freckles even more.

Aliashyrah smiles at Aureliano.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Aureliano, "Certainly."

Roelon nods slowly.

Roelon deeply asks, "If we must, someone here could put quill to parchment fir them?"

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Aliashyrah nods at Roelon.

Aliashyrah removes a patchwork leather book from in her inky black greatcloak.

Aliashyrah removes a pearlescent dove feather quill from in her inky black greatcloak.

Roelon nods once.

Aureliano folds his hands behind his back.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Roelon, "I shall take notes."

Sorlu says, speaking to Roelon, "I am sure that can be arranged."

Sorlu smiles at Aliashyrah.

Elliathe beams happily at Aliashyrah!

Elliathe says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "Thank ye, I will relish having the protocols in written form to memorize."

Aliashyrah smiles.

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers a formal bow.

You quietly say, "I have asked High Legionnaire Aureliano if he would be willing to take our Delegates under his wing and provide them some helpful advice and training on how to approach and respectfully talk with Ta'Vaalor's Court."

Dendum comes out of hiding.

Dendum tries to bristle, but only succeeds in grimacing.

Roelon nods to Dendum in greeting.

Dendum bows to Roelon.

Elliathe nods to Dendum in greeting.

Dendum blinks at Elliathe.

You say, speaking quietly to Aureliano, "I hand the floor to you."

Dendum reminds, speaking to Elliathe, ""we already greeted."

Elliathe grins at Dendum.

Your cheeks flush with a soft pale rose shade, darkening your freckles even more.

Roelon places a hand on his leather hiking boots, causing it to pulse for a moment. Roelon settles himself comfortably in one of the leather chairs.

Elliathe informs, speaking to Dendum, "But then you disappeared."

Elliathe winks at Dendum.

Roelon pours himself some steaming whiskey-spiked coffee.

Aliashyrah turns an inquisitive ear toward Aureliano.

Roelon takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Roelon looks rather relaxed.

Sorlu turns an inquisitive ear toward Aureliano.

Dendum whispers aloud, speaking to Elliathe, ""We will be doing much greeting then it seems."

The air shivers about Elliathe, glistening faintly before stilling to normalcy.

You squint at Grutak.

Elliathe turns an inquisitive ear toward Aureliano.

Elliathe grins at Dendum.

Aliashyrah gently brushes the soft dove feather quill against her lips.

Aureliano carefully says, "I am not here tonight as a formal representative of my Sovereign, and do not speak for him in an official capacity." He gives a firm nod, "That being said, my understanding is that there are some who would better understand my House prior to engaging diplomatically, and I would be happy to offer what aid I can in that endeavor."

Elliathe nods in agreement at Aureliano.

Sorlu nods appreciatively at Aureliano.

Aliashyrah nods appreciatively.

Missoni smiles.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Aureliano, "As you have seen, things aer done rather differently here in Icemule."

Aliashyrah chuckles.

Grutak whispers, "Take notes on proper behavior of a subordinate."

Aureliano continues, "Perhaps I could make a few general statements and then answer what questions you may have." He glances about the room, "Would that be acceptable to those assembled?"

Elliathe nods.

Aliashyrah nods approvingly.

Roelon adopts an agreeable expression.

Roelon takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Aureliano nods appreciatively.

Elliathe says, speaking gratefully to Aureliano, "Indeed M'Lord. Thank ye."

You quietly whisper to Grutak, "We are trying to not go to war here Grutak."

Perigourd puffs rapidly on his dark maoral pipe, some dark wisps of fragrant currant-scented smoke dancing about him. The dull golden nimbus fades from around Elliathe. Grutak whispers, "But are we trying to become a slave state of Vaalor."

Deep blue motes swirl away from Elliathe and fade.

You quietly whisper to Grutak, "Never."

Grutak whispers, "Coulda foold me."

You quietly whisper to Grutak, "We wish to be respectful not enslaved."

Aureliano proudly says, "Vaalorian society is highly regimented and heirarchical. We respect those who have attained rank and showed appropriate deference." He brings his hands from behind his back and motions as he speaks, "Our Sovereign Commander, King Qalinor Falustro Vaalor has graciously opened our gates and encouraged trade and sharing of our culture with others."

Grutak whispers, "Respectful to someone who will do as they please when they please in our house."

Grutak whispers, "Sounds like slaves to me."

Elliathe nods once.

You quietly whisper to Grutak, "Like when you run your mouth? does that make me a slave to you?"

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Dendum's expression goes blank as his thoughts turn inward.

Roelon takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Grutak whispers, "You aren't bound gagged with my boot on your neck are you?"

You quietly whisper to Grutak, "And neither are we here right now by him."

Aureliano continues, "In doing so, we recognize that guests and those who wish to treat with us will not necessarily understand the protocols and rules of our system, but we expect that they will show appropriate respect, recognizing the bi-directional relationship of guest and host."

Grutak whispers, "But we are by his soverign."

Sorlu nods slowly.

Aliashyrah nods.

Aliashyrah gently brushes her auburn hair away from her eyes and, with a deft twist of her wrist, tucks it behind one ear.

Grutak grins at Aureliano.

Elliathe nods in agreement.

You quietly whisper to Grutak, "Not yet we are not."

Aliashyrah turns to the next page of her book.

Aliashyrah turns to the next page of her book.

You quietly whisper to Grutak, "And we will strike to keep it that way."

Aliashyrah turns to the next page of her book.

Aliashyrah carefully turns back to the first page of her book.

You quietly whisper to Grutak, "I mean strive not strike."

You pick idly at some pure white leather gloves with a snowflake on the palm.

Olgretien takes a drink from his Elanthian coffee.

Grutak whispers, "We already are. YOu fools fail to see that. They have struck twice and yet we will entreaty them. They laugh at us and you try to pretend they are friends."

Aureliano explains, "While we may seem quite formal in affairs of state, I think it is recognized that other cultures may show their respect in different ways. I would encourage the recognition of rank within our society and that we function based on our hierachy which is intrinsic in our society."

Aureliano nods politely.

Sorlu nods in agreement.

You quietly whisper to Grutak, "I do not see where they have struck twice." Aureliano respectfully asks, "Thank you for letting me give a brief pre-amble. What questions may I answer for your town?"

Elliathe raises her hand.

Grutak whispers, "The landing of troops to force us to sign or agree to a treaty, then causing briarmoon cove to break their trade agreement with us."

Aureliano neutrally says, "I will defer to your local leaders to recognize speakers as I do not know your normal customs for such meetings."

Sorlu glances at you.

You smile.

Olgretien whispers, "Point to elli, she raised her hand."

Sorlu whispers, "Shall you?"

You quietly say, "Yes Elliathe."

Sorlu smiles.

Elliathe asks, speaking respectfully to Aureliano, "In my experience of my Father's house, titles and addresses were of utmost importance. Might I inquire as to the specific forms of address here? Is it only Your Majesty, or is it Your Majesty followed by Your Grace, or Sir, or something else?"

Sorlu says, "A good question."

Sorlu nods approvingly at Elliathe.

Elliathe smiles at Sorlu.

You quietly say, "It may be beneficial for the Deligates to meet with High Legionnaire Aureliano one more time with everyone present to assure that all are well versed."

You quietly say, "Since we are missing Falvicar still.. If it would please the deligates and the High Legionnaire has time available."

Elliathe nods in agreement to you.

Roelon nods slowly.

Vaemyr apologizes, "I'm afraid I must run to prepare for a meeting of my own, please reach out if I can be of any assistence."

Grutak says, "I have a question."

Vaemyr bows.

Town Councilor Vaemyr dissolves into motes of vermillion light that flow east.

You quietly say, "Thank you Vaemyre for visiting."

Olgretien nods.

Aureliano says, speaking to Elliathe, "That is an excellent question. If granted audience with our Sovereign Commander, we refer to him as "my" Sovereign. Members of other states can address him formally as Sovereign Commander of the Crimson Legion, though King Qalinor is appropriate as well."

Grutak glances at you.

Grutak grins.

You quietly say, "Yes Grutak."

Grutak turns to face Aureliano.

Elliathe nods understandingly at Aureliano.

You say, speaking quietly to Grutak, "I remind you we are not at war."

Grutak asks, "When the delegates are brought before your Sovreign, will there be an audience gallery for others to watch from?"

Elliathe asks, "So Sovereign Commander would be appropriate?"

Elliathe inclines her head.

You blush a soft pale rose shade at Elliathe.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sorlu says, "A fine question. I know there are a few who, while not part of the delegation, wish to attend and hear the words of King Qalinor."

Roelon nods at Sorlu.

Aliashyrah raises her hand.

Grutak turns an inquisitive ear toward Aureliano.

Olgretien takes a drink from his Elanthian coffee.

Olgretien stands up.

Aureliano responds, "If referring to him in the third person, The Sovereign Commander of the Crimson Legion would be reasonable." He turns to regard Grutak cooly, "I cannot speak to how he will proceed with your town's delegation, however, our Sovereign often holds an open court as formal town councilors may attest."

Olgretien deeply says, "Beggin yur pardon but I must be off."

Olgretien bows to you.

You stand back up.

Olgretien strides away moving east.

Grutak nods slowly.

You settle yourself comfortably in one of the leather chairs.

Grutak says, "Such as I remember."

Perigourd clasps Missoni's hand tenderly.

Aureliano corrects, "Excuse me, former town councilors."

Perigourd ponders.

Perigourd bows.

Perigourd's group just went east.

Aureliano politely says, "Please excuse my slip in the common tongue."

Aliashyrah says, speaking understandingly to Aureliano, "It happens to all of us."

Aliashyrah smiles.

Elliathe nods.

Sorlu says, "It does take some time to get used to."

Sorlu nods at Aureliano.

Elliathe says, "Indeed."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Sorlu, "Indeed. I often find myself missing speaking in my native tongue."

Sorlu agrees, speaking to Aliashyrah, "It is more fluid."

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

Sorlu says, "I have a question as well.."

Aliashyrah raises her hand.

Aliashyrah says, "I do as well."

You chuckle at Sorlu.

You nod at Sorlu.

Grutak says, speaking to Aureliano, "Thank you for your answer."

Sorlu smiles at you.

Aureliano nods once at Grutak.

Sorlu asks, speaking to Aureliano, "Is it customary to present a gift during such a meeting? I imagine so. And if this is the case, what might an appropiate gift look like?"

Elliathe ponders.

Sorlu smiles.

You quietly whisper to Grutak, "Watches you from her seat her forehead slightly wrinkled."

Aureliano commends, speaking to Sorlu, "A reasonable question. House Vaalor has recognized the exchange of diplomatic gifts. I would suggest something symbolic, perhaps denoting friendship or peace, which would should reverence to our House. Though," He pauses thoughtfully, "That is a mere suggestion and I should not assume what intent you would like to convey."

Elliathe ponders.

Sorlu nods appreciatively at Aureliano.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sorlu says, speaking to Aureliano, "I believe the offering of gifts produced a small blunder last time. We should think upon that."

Dendum frowns.

Aliashyrah smiles quietly to herself.

You agree with Sorlu.

Roelon grins.

You ask, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "Did you have any more questions?"

You quietly say, "I believe Aliashyrah had one."

Aliashyrah nods to you.

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

Sorlu leans over and whispers, "My apologied, Councillor. My mind was drawn elsewhere for a moment."

You smile at Sorlu.

Dendum interjects, ""It is good when one traveler can aid the future travels of another, most kind of the legion to spare time."

Dendum nods once.

Dendum looks around the room before placing his right hand over his heart and bending slightly at the waist in a short, but respectful, bow as he prepares to leave.

Aureliano nods politely at Dendum.

You hear very soft footsteps.

Sorlu smiles quietly to himself.

You bite your lip.

Aliashyrah asks, speaking to Aureliano, "Might the delegation expect an audience with The Sovereign Commander of the Crimson Legion himself or is it more likley we will meet with a represetative, perhaps the Lord Chamberlain or some other such represetative?"

Aureliano responds, speaking cautiously to Aliashyrah, "That is something I cannot answer as I do not have insight into that. If the goal is to speak with our Sovereign directly, addressing the request with deference through the Lord Chamberlain, along with clear agenda and diplomatic gift in advance might allow for a better position to grant such an audience."

You say, speaking quietly to Aliashyrah, "We have not heard yet from the Mayor if any word was received back from Ta'Vaalor about our Deligation request."

Aureliano repeats, "Though I am in no position to confirm anything myself. I only seek to offer counsel as to the strongest move, diplomatically, from my perspective."

Sorlu says, speaking to Aureliano, "And that is Retsal? Ratasail? Something along those lines...I believe I read his name within one of the records here in Clovertooth."

Elliathe nods in agreement at Aureliano.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "And my apologies for speaking out of turn."

Sorlu smiles at you.

You say, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "No need to appologies to me.."

You elbow Sorlu in the ribs in a playful sort of way.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Aureliano, "That is valuable information on the proper procedure to attempt to gain an audience with The Sovereign Commander of the Crimson Legion."

Sorlu grins at you.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "Perhaps a matter we should note to clarify with Mayor Talliver."

Aliashyrah adds, "When he is once more available."

Sorlu agrees with Aliashyrah.

You agree with Aliashyrah.

Roelon takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Aureliano kindly clarifies, "The Lord Chamberlain Retassal er'Anlan Vaalor receives all state-level correspondence for our Sovereign Commander, yes."

Sorlu nods once at Aureliano.

Sorlu corrects, "Retassal. Thank you."

Aliashyrah says, "Utilizing the proper channels and chain of command is a solid start to this endeavor."

Aureliano adds, "It would also help to make such a request with the full power of your Mayor and," He pauses, as if looking for the right word, "Ruling council? Governing? I am sorry, my language seems to be failing me this evening."

Roelon nods slowly.

Aureliano says, "Given our respect for hierarchy, that is."

Sorlu gazes in amusement at Aureliano.

Aliashyrah nods.

You quietly say, "It is our current understanding that the Mayor has sent a request."

Aliashyrah raises her hand.

You quietly say, "Yes Aliashyrah."

Aliashyrah chuckles.

Aliashyrah says, "My apologies, that brought to mind another question."

Elliathe rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Aliashyrah says, speaking respectfully to Aureliano, "In this heirarchy, where would an official delgation fall? All formal communication prior to the delgation should rightfully be handled by the Mayor and the Councillors, but once we are sent..."

Aliashyrah gazes with interest at Aureliano.

Aureliano becomes solid again.

Elliathe turns an inquisitive ear toward Aureliano.

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

Aureliano responds, speaking to Aliashyrah, "Once a delegation has been put forth and introduced as acting on behalf of a state, if appropriately empowered, it is normal for the delegation to be accepted as having the responsibility of speaking with the authority of said state."

Elliathe nods at Aureliano.

Elliathe rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Aliashyrah nods understandingly at Aureliano.

Sorlu nods at Aureliano.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Aureliano, "My thanks for the confirmation of what I believed to be the generally accepted protocol."

You smile.

Aureliano nods respectfully at Aliashyrah. Roelon takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Aliashyrah politely says, "I have no further questions at this time."

You ask, speaking quietly to Aureliano, "I would love to thank you for visiting with us tonight and answering our many questions. I look forward to future discussions."looking to the rest of the room, " if there are no further questions?"

Sorlu agrees with you.

Sorlu says, "I have none at the moment."

Grutak says, speaking to you, "Not here no..."

Grutak smiles slightly

Roelon shakes his head.

Elliathe says, "I have no more at this time either."

Elliathe smiles at you.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Aureliano, "Your time and offere of aid is appreciated."

Roelon stands up.

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers Aureliano a formal bow.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Aureliano, "If you plan to stay in town, I do hope we shall meet again in a less formal setting."

Roelon settles himself comfortably in one of the leather chairs.

Sorlu says, "Well, very good. This gives out delegation a great place to begin."

Sorlu nods approvingly.

Aliashyrah nods in agreement.

Aureliano smiles and offers a deep bow, "It was an honor to be able to speak with your people. I thank you for your time and consideration." He regains his full height, sweeping his cape back, "Please send correspondence if you think I could help you prepare further."

Elliathe says, speaking gratefully to Aureliano, ""Thank ye for imparting your knowledge. M'Lord. Tis most appreciated."

Sorlu smiles at Aureliano.

Elliathe curtsies to Aureliano.

Sorlu offers a polite nod, touching two fingers against his forehead in a brief salute as he tucks his opposite hand into the bloodjewel-fastened pocket of his obsidian waistcoat.

Grutak asks, speaking to Aureliano, "Ready for that drink?"

Elliathe gathers the wide skirts of her stygian velvet houppelande in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.

Aliashyrah stands up.

Straightening her back, Aliashyrah gives a formal, low curtsy to Aureliano. She inclines her head as well, giving Aureliano a brief nod.

Roelon grins.

Roelon stands up.

Roelon pours himself a tumbler of salted caramel whiskey.

Roelon offers Grutak a tumbler of salted caramel whiskey.

Grutak says, "We could finish our... talk."

Elliathe says, "If ye will all excuse me, I already had a prior engagement I am late for."

Roelon deeply says, "Ye two enjoy these."

Roelon pours himself a glass of vivid green absinthe.

Elliathe gathers the wide skirts of her stygian velvet houppelande in her hands and drops into a low curtsy while maintaining impeccable posture and grace.

Grutak accepts Roelon's salted caramel whiskey.

Roelon offers Aureliano a glass of vivid green absinthe.

Sorlu nods at Elliathe.

Lady Elliathe just went east.

Roelon heavily pounds both his fists against his chest and bows his head slightly.

Sorlu stands up.

Aureliano nods slowly at Grutak.

Grutak says, speaking to Aureliano, "The whiskey is quite good, I suggest it."

Aureliano says, speaking to Roelon, "I will be traveling this evening, so I will have to decline this for now. But thank you, my friend."

Aureliano nods appreciatively at Roelon.

Roelon nods.

Aureliano declines Roelon's offer.

Sorlu jokes, speaking to Grutak, "Try not to get our guest overly drunk. And certainly don't leave him in an alley somewhere."

Roelon deeply says, "Ah guess ah will hae to do the chore of drinkin' it mahself."

Roelon winks.

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers a formal bow.

You stand back up.

Grutak says, speaking to Aureliano, "I will see to it you'll stay sober."

Aliashyrah begins chuckling at Roelon!

Aureliano says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "I may not stay long this evening, but that would certainly be pleasant."

Sorlu grins at Roelon.

Grutak says, "Even if I have to drink all your drinks for you."

Aliashyrah smiles at Aureliano.

Roelon grins.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Aureliano, "Perhaps another time then."

Grutak takes a drink from his salted caramel whiskey.

Grutak says, speaking to Aureliano, "If you wish to join me... briefly."

You glance at Grutak.

Aureliano says, speaking carefully to Grutak, "As a guest that appreciates the hospitality of a host, I would not decline a reasonable request."

Randsford says, speaking to you, "You worry too much."

Randsford flashes you a wolfish grin.

Roelon grins slowly.

Roelon takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.

You say, speaking quietly to Randsford, "I think I have good reason."

Randsford says, speaking to you, "Faith Councilor."

Randsford nods encouragingly to you.

Aureliano joins Grutak's group.

Roelon deeply says, "Lighting is going to strike, cannae worry about that. Just worry about where."

Roelon nods to you.

You fidget.

Roelon takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.

High Lord Grutak's group just went east.

Sorlu glances east.

Roelon nods slowly.

Sorlu flatly says, "I'm sure there's no chance of that going bad."

Roelon glances at Sorlu.

Roelon grins.

Sorlu chuckles to himself.

You quietly ask, "Councilers .. Would one of you like to check with the others and see if we will be having another meeting soon?"

Roelon takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.

Sorlu grins at Roelon.

Aliashyrah says, "Certainly not."

Randsford begins chuckling at Sorlu!

Randsford says, speaking to Sorlu, "Good and bad are relative I have learned."

Randsford shrugs at Sorlu.

Sorlu grins at Randsford.

Sorlu says, speaking to Randsford, "Fair enough."

You quietly say, "I feel like we are still missing important details."

Sorlu nods at Randsford.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Randsford, "They kin be aye. We walk ah fine line between them."

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "We should certainly check in with Mayor Dabbings."

Roelon deeply says, "Ah did so recklesslly in mah youth, or so ah thought."

Randsford says, speaking to you, "We should go as ourselves, if we only present ourselves as them then we do not do Icemule justice."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "Only so much can really be offered. If you are wanting an in depth course on courtly procedures, well...."

Aliashyrah ponders.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "In truth, that is not a reasonable expectation."

Randsford says, speaking to Roelon, "One of them should even wear a kilt."

Randsford grumbles at Roelon.

Roelon grins at Randsford.

Sorlu says, "It would take decades to learn all the nuances of Elven court."

Sorlu agrees with Aliashyrah.

Aliashyrah nods at Sorlu.

You chuckle at Randsford.

You shake your head.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Randsford, "The way of the kilt might be somethin' of interest to them."

Roelon wiggles his eyebrows.

Sorlu says, "However, I do think we have a good place to start from, as I said earlier."

Aliashyrah agrees, speaking to Sorlu, "I was raised in it and still would have more to learn."

Randsford shrugs at Roelon.

You quietly say, "Even a little bit is better than nothing at all."

Sorlu says, "Perhaps we should make sure we can provide a gift...of some nature."

Sorlu smiles quietly to himself.

Randsford says, speaking to Roelon, "As I said, we should go as ourselves and represent."

You quietly say, "At least we are showing that we care enough to try."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Sorlu, "Lets hope the gift isnt somthing that leave unfavorable ....marks."

Roelon takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.

Sorlu begins chuckling at Roelon!

Randsford says, "The pink kilt."

Randsford flashes Roelon a wolfish grin.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Randsford, "We go as ourselves, aye. But we must still honor customs."

Roelon grins.

You are already standing.

You demurely lower your brilliant cerulean eyes.

Roelon removes an appliqued velvet kilt from in his tartan hip-satchel.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Randsford says, speaking to Roelon, "We shall but they should also honor the northern customs. We are by nature rougher than others."

Randsford shrugs.

Sorlu politely says, "If you will excuse me. There is something I must attend to."

Lord Sorlu strides away moving east.

Aliashyrah put a pearlescent dove feather quill in her leather book.

Aliashyrah gently closes her leather book.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Randsford, "Aye, but we are less ruffled but such things as they are."

Roelon deeply says, "Give me ale and ah handshake is enough fir me."

Randsford nods in agreement at Roelon.

Roelon put an appliqued velvet kilt in his tartan hip-satchel.

Aliashyrah asks, speaking to you, "Did you also take notes or should I work on gathering what I heard and putting it to a more readable format?"

Roelon deeply says, "However, to them it might send me straight to their stocks."

Roelon chuckles.

Roelon takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.

You smile at Aliashyrah.

Roelon deeply says, "The cold makes us tough as like to think."

Randsford says, "Good eve to you all, must prepare for any danger that may strike in the south this evening."

You quietly say, "You are always welcome to put something together m'lady your compilation may be smoother than mine."

Randsford bows.

Roelon deeply says, "And our drink makes us less pompous."

Roelon snickers.

Roelon nods at Randsford.

Lord Randsford just went east.

Aliashyrah smiles at you.

Straightening her back, Aliashyrah gives you a formal, low curtsy. She inclines her head as well, favoring you with a nod.

Roelon takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.

Roelon's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.

Aliashyrah says, "Now with only councillors here, I feel out of place."

Aliashyrah chuckles.

Aliashyrah says, "Do excuse me."

Roelon begins chuckling at Aliashyrah!

You gaze heavenward. Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "I try to avoid it."

Aliashyrah winks at you.

Aliashyrah chuckles.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah am just ah kilt flippin' meister."

You quietly say, "Goodness."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "I believe the hour has gotten to you, Councilwoman."

You quietly say, "Indeed."

The voice of Roelon deeply asks, "But if ah kilt flaps in the shadows, does it still impart it's blessin'?"

Roelon takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.

Roelon looks rather relaxed.

Your cheeks flush with a soft pale rose shade, darkening your freckles even more.

Aliashyrah says, "Have a good evening."

Lady Aliashyrah just went east.

Roelon grins.

Roelon hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You hug Roelon, and he wraps you in a warm embrace in return.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah will sharpen mah blade as well."

Roelon deeply says, "The south needs what help they kin yet."

You nod at Roelon.

You quietly say, "Be safe Roelon."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to you, "Lord of Darkstone seems to have the Millitia soldiers in his pocket."

Roelon deeply says, "Wehnimer is truely not free anymore it seems."

Roelon sighs.

Roelon's eyes suddenly flash with a deep sanguine glow.

Roelon playfully flips the folds of his black woolen kilt.

You hear very soft footsteps.