Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2024-09-29 - Teadragons and their mating rituals (log)
The following was the thirty first lecture in the Mist Harbor Library lecture series, where Trallihn was the guest speaker, which was given on 09/29/5124. Topics covered in this lecture series must be lore-based but are otherwise left to the discretion of the speaker. This lecture discusses teadragons and their alleged mating rituals.
This log has been edited to remove excess noise and chatter. Some engagement and digression have remained to reflect the audience participation and subsequent discussion.
[Library, Meeting Hall - 29806] (u3223132)
A trio of wide stairs lead down from a wide archway into this brightly lit room. A small podium stands atop a small dais opposite the archway, and several cushioned benches have been arranged throughout the space, each offering an excellent line of sight. A number of elliptical windows line the walls of the hall, and a rich crimson-patterned carpet covers the entirety of the floor underfoot. You also see a ritual circle wrought from foul-smelling scum and a small table with some stuff on it.
Also here: Bathcwyn Missoni who is sitting, Small Game Huntress Kialeigh, Riend who is sitting, Aurelyn who is sitting, Dendum, Giogionni who is sitting, Corlyne who is sitting, Rivienne who is sitting, Argent Herald Leifa who is sitting, Lord Kothos who is sitting, Chatelaine Traiva who is sitting, Dahcre Reader Ordim who is sitting, Tabubu who is sitting, Bartender Trallihn, Lady Erienne who is sitting, Meril who is sitting
You softly repeat, "Good afternoon, everyone."
Tugging on the knotted elesine chain, Trallihn pulls his timepiece out of his waistcoat's pocket and flicks the lid open. After glancing at it quickly, he flicks the lid shut again and slides the chain back into place, arranging the chain carefully.
Trallihn grunts at you in agreement.
You softly begin, "As the Library's Loremaster, it gives me great pleasure to once again welcome you to another in our lecture series."
You softly exclaim, "Four years and still going strong!"
You brightly explain, "As I'm sure you are all aware by now, the aim is to provide a platform for imparting knowledge and encouraging discussion."
You gently remind, "I ask that everyone be considerate to our speaker, as well as those who comment or ask questions."
You softly continue, "All opinions are welcome and indeed encouraged, as long as they are courteously expressed."
You squirm uncomfortably in place.
You unconvincingly say, "I am delighted that our speaker agreed to be here today."
You bite your lip.
Giving only a quick glance around, Trallihn reaches and scratches at one of his armpits.
You diplomatically say, "I am sure many of you here know him - or of him - for one reason or another."
You quickly say, "So, without further ado, please give Trallihn a warm Library welcome."
You take a few steps back.
Trallihn gasps.
Reaching over his shoulder, Trallihn draws his driftwood cane from a tangled mess of knotted ropes on the back of his makeshift harness.
Using his driftwood cane as leverage, Trallihn slowly gets to his feet.
[APPLAUSE]
(Rohese scurries away quickly to find a seat.)
Trallihn grunts at you his thanks.
Trallihn swings his driftwood cane in an arc beside his body, creating a faint whistling sound for a moment, before he brings his cane to rest smartly under his arm.
Trallihn exclaims, "Howdy folks!"
Leaning heavily on his driftwood cane, Trallihn takes a moment to rest.
Reaching over his shoulder, Trallihn secures his driftwood cane into a tangled mess of knotted ropes on the back of his makeshift harness.
Trallihn recites:
"Down in Logoth there's a saying... "You must not fear the dragon...""
Trallihn squints.
Trallihn recites:
"But what kinda dragon is gonna be able to clamber around them caves? I mean dragons is usually mighty big critters, ain' they?"
Trallihn recites:
"Any guesses?"
Trallihn gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
A violent scream emits from Trallihn's tattered filthy towel!
Trallihn nods to a torn and tattered filthy towel covered in questionable stains.
Tabubu cringes.
Dendum asks, "Uh...small dragons?"
Speaking to his tattered filthy towel, Trallihn exclaims, "Thank you!"
Dendum works his fingers under his warg leather hood and scratches his head.
Trallihn points at Dendum.
Trallihn recites:
"A teadragon o'course!"
(Rohese tentatively raises her hand but quickly withdraws it.)
You nod slowly.
Kothos asks, "A tunneling teadragon?"
You giggle softly at Kothos.
Trallihn recites:
"The Erithi lay claim t'bringin'em here... in all likelyhood, the damned things prolly snuck on the ships like rats an' bugs do... an' like rats an' bugs, they tend t'take up an' nest in nooks an' crannies an' the like."
A slight wince crosses Trallihn's face as he gives a light tug of his beard.
Trallihn nods slowly.
Trallihn recites:
"Teadragons come in several different colors... naturally o'course.
Some o'the rarest of'em bein albino an' poly... polychro... rainbow colored.."
You cock your head at Trallihn.
Ordim nods slowly.
Trallihn recites:
"The crested kind are the most commonly seen, but even they can be albino, or the masked'uns... Qakoni... or black as night, wha' the Erithi call a Shidaran... Or my favorite, the lovable summer teadragon!"
Trallihn makes a lazy gesture while moving his hand outwards. Sickly green tendrils of ectoplasm appear at his fingertips, resolving themselves into a pure black shidaran teadragon illusion.
Trallihn rotates an amalgamated scrap metal raxiara fitted with irregular shards of skyglass around his wrist until a crested amber teadragon panel is on top.
Trallihn makes a lazy gesture while moving his hand outwards. Sickly green tendrils of ectoplasm appear at his fingertips, resolving themselves into a dark amber teadragon illusion with a ruffled jade crest.
Trallihn gives his teabowl a little prod with the tip of his finger.
Trallihn plucks a garishly dyed shaved rat from a ramshackle ghostwood teabowl, the creature yawning as he wakes it up.
Kothos chuckles.
Dendum blinks.
Trallihn raises his shaved rat skyward!
Leifa glances at Trallihn and cringes.
Ordim tilts his mask-covered head towards Trallihn, and you see something briefly flutter in the alexandrite-colored goggle lenses.
You wrinkle your nose.
Meril frets.
The angry droning buzz of a fly suddenly erupts from near Trallihn.
Trallihn says, "Lean in and get a good look..."
Tabubu buries her face in her palm, muttering to herself, clearly annoyed.
Trallihn recites:
"The coloration of a summer teadragon appears to be the likely inspiration for what this poor rat has endured. Save for a portion of the tail, likely used to hold the rodent, this rat has been stained a revolting shade of yellow. Only the fur of its scruff has been left untrimmed in a sad pastiche of a teadragon's crest. A crude ink outline of a tiny pair of mismatched wings has been scrawled upon the rodent's shaved back, while faded blue stripes and white splotches are painted on the rat's bare skin."
Ordim leans forward.
You lean back.
You vigorously shake your head.
Dendum works his fingers under his warg leather hood and scratches his head.
Speaking to you, Kothos muses, "It is a...unique creature."
Trallihn recites:
"As you can see... they're about the size o'm'hand... minus the tail o'course! An' they got them tiny lil' wings wha' don' do nothing..."
Trallihn carefully places a garishly dyed shaved rat on his shoulder.
Trallihn thoroughly musses the shaved rat's fur and it squirms out from under his hand, glaring at him as it begins to try to attend to its matted fur with an affronted air.
Speaking softly to Kothos, you whisper aloud, "It's certainly something."
Kothos asks, "...wings?"
Trallihn recites:
"They're voracious in apetite an' eat damn near anything, but they do indeed love their tea!"
Missoni leans forward.
Trallihn pours himself a cup of rancid herbal tea.
Trallihn takes a drink from his herbal tea.
Trallihn recites:
"And that brings us t'what the Erithi call their roar... it's more o'a squeak er a chirp, but callin it a roar is far more fun."
Trallihn pokes at the shaved rat, the high-strung creature snapping at his fingers in agitation.
Ordim adopts an agreeable expression.
Quiet gurgling issues from Trallihn's tattered filthy towel.
Trallihn recites:
"Also, teadragons're known fer their ability t'warm up tea wit' their flame... how'e'er... this teadragon's been under the weather, damp caves an' such... an' as such we won't be able t'have no teadragon warmed tea at this juncture."
Trallihn nods to a torn and tattered filthy towel covered in questionable stains.
Speaking to his tattered filthy towel, Trallihn says, "I was just saying that... poor sick teadragon."
Trallihn reaches out and pats his shaved rat.
Ordim nods understandingly.
Trallihn recites:
"But where do more teadragons come from? Wha' kinda customs do they have when it's... that time o'the year?"
Trallihn winks.
You surreptitiously glance at Trallihn.
Tabubu casually glances at you.
Trallihn recites:
"Being a ranger, I've tracked many a teadragon thru the mines an' had the luck o'witnessin such a thing. An' rather than describe such a special moment... in lurid detail... I figured I'd treat you fine folks to a demonstration!"
You glance at Tabubu before averting your gaze.
Corlyne looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Kothos gives Trallihn a half-hearted grin.
Missoni furrows her brow.
Kialeigh slowly empties her lungs.
You softly sigh, "Oh dear."
With exaggerated slowness you take a deep breath, then pinch the bridge of your nose.
Trallihn recites:
"If I could get a volunteer t'help me fer a moment."
Trallihn points at you!
Kialeigh gulps.
Tabubu's eyes crinkle slightly at the edges.
Corlyne gazes in amusement at you.
Speaking to you, Trallihn exclaims, "You look like a fine volunteer!"
You blink at Trallihn.
You point at yourself.
You vigorously shake your head.
Kothos grins at you.
Trallihn nods to you.
Speaking flusteredly to Trallihn, you say, "Oh no, surely ... someone else."
You wrinkle your nose.
You gaze anxiously at your surroundings.
Speaking to you, Trallihn exclaims, "No, I think you're the perfect volunteer... give'er a hand folks!"
You fretfully ask, "Anyone?"
Trallihn applauds you.
Leifa nods encouragingly to you.
Meril applauds.
You whine at Trallihn.
Ordim applauds politely.
Tabubu applauds you.
You stand back up.
Aurelyn applauds you.
Erienne applauds you.
You squirm uncomfortably in place.
Kothos smiles at you.
Trallihn offers you a coarse burlap sack.
Meril applauds you encouragingly.
Kothos glances around briefly before applauding.
You accept Trallihn's offer and are now holding a coarse burlap sack.
Trallihn praises you.
Missoni smiles at you.
Ordim gazes heavenward.
You glance nervously at the burlap sack in your hand.
You bite your lip.
Kothos winks at you.
You pluck a streaked sewer rat from a coarse burlap sack, the creature yawning as you wake it up.
The sewer rat sniffs you warily, eyeing you suspiciously until it grows more accustomed to your scent and relaxes.
Trallihn recites:
"Here we have a streaked jade teadragon... colored like a piece of brown jade, with streaks of white running thru it's fur... I mean scales..."
Kothos laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Rivienne giggles.
You lean away from a streaked sewer rat.
You wrinkle your nose.
Trallihn recites:
"If you'll place that jade teadragon down there... and I'll place this summer teadragon down o'er here..."
Missoni bites her lip.
Ordim glances down.
Trallihn reaches up and snags a garishly dyed shaved rat, pulling the creature off his shoulder.
Ordim covers his eyes with his hands.
Speaking softly to Trallihn, you fret, "It won't let go of my finger!"
Trallihn sets a garishly dyed shaved rat on the ground and the creature immediately takes a few long moments to exasperatedly groom the offending marks of his fingers off its fur.
A modicum of the scum making up the ritual circle fades away.
The shaved rat edges a bit closer to Meril's foot, looking at her with a hungry twitch of its whiskers.
Tabubu stares upward.
Speaking to you, Trallihn exclaims, "Teadragons like you!"
Kothos glances at a garishly dyed shaved rat.
Quiet mumbling is coming from the direction of Trallihn's tattered filthy towel.
Meril looks with concern at a garishly dyed shaved rat.
Trallihn nods to a torn and tattered filthy towel covered in questionable stains.
You turn away from a streaked sewer rat in disgust.
You set the sewer rat on the ground and the creature immediately takes a few long moments to exasperatedly groom the offending marks of your fingers off its fur.
A streaked sewer rat hisses and approaches a garishly dyed shaved rat carefully from the side, searching for an opening to strike at.
A garishly dyed shaved rat hisses and approaches a streaked sewer rat carefully from the side, searching for an opening to strike at.
You shudder.
Trallihn recites:
"So... it starts with the Dance of the Dragons... the rats..."
A streaked sewer rat bares sharp yellow teeth as it darts around a garishly dyed shaved rat, nipping savagely at ears and hindquarters. The shaved rat stumbles trying to back away, taking the full brunt of the attack!
You dust off your hands.
Trallihn recites:
"Ahem... the teadragons... they size one another up, as one does when choosing a mate..."
A garishly dyed shaved rat hisses and approaches a streaked sewer rat carefully from the side, searching for an opening to strike at.
You stride a few steps backward.
A streaked sewer rat snarls menacingly and charges a garishly dyed shaved rat, darting in and striking at its unprotected flank! With a burst of speed, the shaved rat manages to scamper away, but new smudges of blood in its fur indicate only partial success.
A garishly dyed shaved rat snarls menacingly and charges a streaked sewer rat, darting in and striking at its unprotected flank! With a burst of speed, the sewer rat manages to scamper away, but new smudges of blood in its fur indicate only partial success.
Kothos glances between a garishly dyed shaved rat and a streaked sewer rat.
Trallihn recites:
"They do... ahh... get a little excited as they dance with one another.
A streaked sewer rat snarls menacingly and charges a garishly dyed shaved rat, darting in and striking at its unprotected flank! The shaved rat struggles and finally manages to scamper away, blood oozing from its new wounds.
A garishly dyed shaved rat bristles and postures before taking a few quick swipes at a streaked sewer rat with its claws. With uncanny speed, the sewer rat jumps and rolls quickly out and away from the danger.
A streaked sewer rat snarls menacingly and charges a garishly dyed shaved rat, darting in and striking at its unprotected flank! With a burst of speed, the shaved rat manages to scamper away, but new smudges of blood in its fur indicate only partial success.
A garishly dyed shaved rat squeaks with alarm and retreats, painfully climbing up Trallihn and disappearing into a crude rolton hide satchel.
Trallihn reaches out to grab the sewer rat and it bites him sharply on the hand before scurrying out of reach.
Kothos says, "Oh, my..."
You glance over at Trallihn and wince.
Trallihn offers you a round orase jewelry box inlaid with malachite.
You accept Trallihn's offer and are now holding a round orase jewelry box inlaid with malachite.
Trallihn recites:
"Now before we all get too much of a show... as I'm sure there're children about... If my lovely volunteer could place that there teadragon within this here box and then pass it back, we can move on to a question er two... and the teadragons can have their fun without too many oglers."
You warily pick up the sewer rat by the base of its tail, the creature squirming angrily.
You shudder.
You stuff the sewer rat into a round orase jewelry box inlaid with malachite.
You offer your orase jewelry box to Trallihn.
A streaked sewer rat clambers out from your orase jewelry box and climbs its way back up to your shoulder, looking quite pleased with itself.
Trallihn has accepted your offer and is now holding a round orase jewelry box inlaid with malachite.
Dendum scratches at his beard.
You glance over your shoulder.
Kothos laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Trallihn carefully places a limp mangy sewer rat upon the velvety brown lining inside his orase jewelry box.
You squeal.
Placing his hand on the top of his box, Trallihn lightly presses the lid down and fiddles with the chalcedony heart on its lid for a moment.
Trallihn carefully places his orase jewelry box on the floor alongside him.
You softly squeal, "Get it off!"
Speaking to you, Kothos says, "He likes you."
The rats let out squeals of delight.
You reach up and snag a streaked sewer rat, pulling the creature off your shoulder.
Tabubu clasps her hand over her mouth.
Leifa gazes in amusement at her surroundings.
Trallihn recites:
"Judging by the sounds coming outta this here box... I'd wager there should be a fresh crop'o'adoptable baby teadragons soon!"
Speaking to you, Kothos says, "Smart rat. I mean. Teadragon."
Riend glances with dismay at you.
Missoni looks at you with concern.
Kothos nods slowly at Trallihn.
Trallihn asks, "So... who has questions?"
As you move to hand off the rat, it balks, digging its claws into your hand.
You tuck your sewer rat into its snug burlap sack and it curls up to go to sleep.
You offer your burlap sack to Trallihn.
Trallihn has accepted your offer and is now holding a coarse burlap sack.
Trallihn raises his burlap sack skyward!
Kothos reaches over and gently rests his hand on your arm.
Raising your hands before you, you quickly backpedal away from Trallihn.
Speaking to Trallihn, Traiva says, "I have a question..."
Trallihn spins around to face Traiva.
Speaking quietly to you, Kothos soothes, "There we are, all done."
You sit down next to Kothos.
You bury your face in your hands.
Dendum glances at your leg suspiciously, and before you can react, he plucks off a tiny, stray twig and flicks it into the distance.
Traiva asks, "Is there a specific location within the tunnels that is best for being able to watch these, erm, teadragons?"
You quietly whisper to Kothos, "I will need to bathe for a week now!"
Traiva says, "I have been there a bit more lately, but have yet to see them."
Traiva furrows her brow.
Speaking to Traiva, Trallihn says, "Anywhere ya spot a nest... usually ol' newspaper an' dwarf beards..."
Trallihn nods at Traiva.
Quiet gurgling issues from Trallihn's tattered filthy towel.
Ordim nods understandingly.
Trallihn jams his pinky finger into his ear and digs deep, his eyes rolling with satisifaction.
You fret.
Traiva quietly murmurs, "I would rather not linger around the trash piles.."
Speaking to Traiva, Trallihn says, "Nests."
Ordim raises his hand.
Speaking fretfully to Kothos, you whisper aloud, "I can still feel it on me."
Trallihn turns to face Ordim.
Trallihn points at Ordim.
You glance over your shoulder.
You shudder.
Traiva tinkers with your appearance.
Speaking to Ordim, Trallihn exclaims, "An Ordim has a question I see!"
Speaking to Trallihn, Ordim inquires, "Can you talk about the difference of diet in the teadragons in the wild compared to captivity?"
Ordim squints at Trallihn.
Speaking quietly to you, Kothos says, "They obviously meant you no harm. Now, the library floor on the other hand..."
Speaking firmly to Kothos, you say, "I will have it thoroughly cleaned."
Speaking to Ordim, Trallihn says, "Depends on who capitvates'em... I mean mine eat bugs no matter which way they go... But most pet teadragons live a life o'luxury an' eat cakes an fine teas... in the wild, they gotta make their own tea."
Speaking offhandedly to Ordim, Trallihn says, "An' teadragon made wild teas..."
Ordim furrows his brow.
Trallihn shudders.
Dendum nods to you.
Ordim grumbles, "Make their own tea? barbaric."
Trallihn offers Ordim a cup of rancid herbal tea.
You bite your lip.
Ordim accepts Trallihn's herbal tea.
Missoni wrinkles her nose.
Speaking to Ordim, Trallihn says, "Try a sip."
Speaking earnestly to you, Kothos promises, "You still smell of jasmine and jessamine, my dear. Not...uh...dander."
Missoni shifts her weight.
Kothos winks at you.
You let out a sigh of relief.
Speaking to his herbal tea, Ordim says, "Mmmm thats pretty good."
Corlyne slowly comments, "That is pungent."
Ordim offers Trallihn a cup of rancid herbal tea.
Trallihn accepts Ordim's herbal tea.
You softly blurt, "What is that awful smell!"
You glance around the room.
Riend adopts an agreeable expression.
Trallihn rubs his unrecognizable clump, causing it to release eye-watering waves of rotten garbage, wet rolton, and cheap cigars vying for olfactory space into the air.
You wrinkle your nose.
Traiva removes an amaranth ramie linen handkerchief edged in frothy vanilla lace from in her back-slit cloak.
Trallihn shows you a foul unrecognizable clump, which he is wearing. Eww...
Tabubu flutters her open silk fan lightly in front of her, her features hidden behind the arabesques on the shadowy su'chao silk.
Traiva raises her ramie linen handkerchief to her nose and inhales deeply.
You cover your nose tightly. Phew!
Speaking to you, Trallihn exclaims, "A teadragon egg!"
You nod faintly at Trallihn.
Giogionni snickers.
Kothos laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Trallihn shows Giogionni his unrecognizable clump.
Speaking dubiously to Trallihn, you say, "I see."
Trallihn shows Ordim his unrecognizable clump.
The angry droning buzz of a fly suddenly erupts from near Trallihn.
Ordim nods slowly.
Trallihn flails his arms about.
You diplomatically ask, "Could someone possibly open a few windows?"
You gaze thoughtfully at an elliptical window.
Kialeigh says, "I don't wanna see what that hatches into."
Kothos laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Trallihn says, "Seems the rest o'y'all is speechless... I was too the first time I seen the dance o'the teadragons."
Traiva calmly flutters her wings to an unheard rhythm.
Dendum says, "Err..."
Dendum closes his eyes for a moment.
Speaking awkwardly to Trallihn, you murmur, "It was ... quite something."
Dendum raises his hand.
You bite your lip.
Trallihn nods at Dendum.
Traiva nods slowly to you.
Dendum asks, "The big lizards are good to eat...are the small...dragons?"
Speaking to you, Kothos says, "And you got to see a scene of it play out on your shoulder."
Kothos reaches over and gently rests his hand on your arm.
You whine at Kothos.
Speaking disgustedly to Kothos, you say, "Don't remind me."
You dust off your pewter velvet robe.
Speaking to Dendum, Trallihn says, "They are! I mean folks don' like it... but there's more teadragons where those came from."
Trallihn nods at Dendum.
Speaking quietly to you, Traiva whispers aloud, "I have an excellent laundress if you need extra help."
Speaking apologetically to Trallihn, Leifa explains, "I usually leave those things to Goddess Imaera."
Speaking quietly to you, Kothos reminds, "It is but a memory now."
An erithi walks out of the meeting hall, doubled over in barely suppressed laughter.
Dendum remarks, "Probably need...at least three for good meal?"
Leifa adds, "But it was definitely a unique demonstration."
Speaking appreciatively to Traiva, you mouth, "Thank you."
Dendum asks, "Maybe four for a dwarf?"
Erienne agrees with Leifa.
Trallihn nods at Dendum.
You glance at a wide archway.
Dendum nods in agreement.
Dendum says, "Just so...many thanks."
Speaking to Dendum, Trallihn says, "They fit on sticks like sausages."
Traiva blinks.
Traiva fully extends her wings and stands perfectly still, eyeing Trallihn cautiously.
Dendum nods at Trallihn.
You blink at Trallihn.
Missoni nods appreciatively at Kothos.
Trallihn says, "Ooops... looks like a few more eggs on the floor there."
Tabubu leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.
Trallihn removes a gnarled blue-black widowwood broomstick from in his tattered filthy towel.
Trallihn uses his widowwood broomstick to sweep up a bit of debris on the floor.
Trallihn makes a tidy little pile of dust and dirt with his widowwood broomstick.
Speaking to Trallihn, Traiva admonishes, "We better not have been eating teadragon sausages last month..."
Trallihn searches the floor intently and scoops a bit of dirt into his hand. He rubs his hand vigorously across his carapace armor.
Riend wrinkles her nose.
Speaking to Traiva, Trallihn says, "No, teadragon sausages is next month."
Speaking to herself, Kialeigh says, "At least he properly disposes of the "eggs" and doesn't eat them... yet."
Ordim nods slowly.
Speaking quietly to Missoni, Kothos says, "Far more pungent than a few rat hairs...I mean, scales."
Traiva slowly empties her lungs.
Speaking to Kothos, Missoni whispers aloud, "I hope it does not attract the...teadragons."
Trallihn wipes his hands on his grimy patchwork trousers, adding to their layer of dust and grime.
Leifa clasps her hand over her mouth.
Kothos laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement from Missoni.
Kothos glances between Missoni and yourself.
Speaking to Kialeigh, Trallihn says, "They gotta grow a bit fer ya eat'em as eggs."
Kialeigh nods at Trallihn.
Trallihn shows Missoni his unrecognizable clump.
Trallihn shows Kothos his unrecognizable clump.
Tabubu wrinkles her nose.
Missoni winces.
Trallihn shows Traiva his unrecognizable clump.
Trallihn asks, "Everyone get a good look at the teadragon egg?"
You shift your weight.
Trallihn shows Rivienne his unrecognizable clump.
Trallihn shows Riend his unrecognizable clump.
Rivienne leans back.
Trallihn shows Meril his unrecognizable clump.
Dendum whispers, "Err..."
A violent scream emits from Trallihn's tattered filthy towel!
Dendum whispers, "Do not think those are lizards."
Trallihn shows a torn and tattered filthy towel covered in questionable stains his unrecognizable clump.
Missoni weakly says, "Yes, a good look."
Trallihn shows Corlyne his unrecognizable clump.
You quietly whisper to Dendum, "Me either and I'm afraid to look."
You surreptitiously glance at Trallihn.
Speaking to you, Trallihn exclaims, "A second look? Sure!"
Speaking quietly to you, Tabubu says, "Remember."
Trallihn shows you a foul unrecognizable clump, which he is wearing. Eww...
You vigorously shake your head at Trallihn.
Pushing your hand out in front of you, your elegant fingers splayed, you fend off Trallihn with a shake of your head.
Dendum applauds Trallihn wildly!
Speaking carefully to Trallihn, Corlyne says, "That is... something."
You nod slowly at Tabubu.
Trallihn asks, "Everyone learn somethin t'day?"
Speaking despondently to Tabubu, you sigh, "I know."
Kialeigh adopts an agreeable expression.
Kialeigh says, "Just reaffirmed what I already knew."
Kialeigh says, "Yer a special guy."
You grumpily murmur, "Yes, think twice before asking Trallihn to speak."
You make an audible huffing noise as you pout.
Trallihn grins at you.
You wrinkle your nose.
Ordim applauds politely.
Leifa agrees with Kialeigh.
You stand back up.
You walk behind a small podium.
You lean away from Trallihn.
Speaking to you, Trallihn exclaims, "That was the EXACT lesson I was teachin!"
You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement from Trallihn.
Speaking to you, Dendum says, "Can probably do a um...fire spell thing would clean the floor quickly..."
You softly ask, "Any more questions from the audience?"
Speaking quietly to Ordim, Tabubu says, "This is not my favorite Ordim for the record."
Speaking to Ordim, Dendum asks, "You know how to summon big ball of fire to clean floor?"
Ordim looks over at Dendum and shakes his head.
Dendum glances down.
Dendum says, "Hrmm."
You carefully note, "A ... fascinating lecture and ... excellent discussion today. Thank you, as always."
Tabubu applauds Trallihn.
Speaking to Ordim, Dendum asks, "What about rain...could summon rain in here to clean floor?"
Leifa applauds.
Rivienne smiles.
Rivienne applauds Trallihn.
Trallihn exclaims, "Oh yes... one last illusion!"
You appreciatively conclude, "I am sure you will all join me in showing your appreciation for our speaker."
You applaud Trallihn.
Trallihn rotates an amalgamated scrap metal raxiara fitted with irregular shards of skyglass around his wrist until a pile of empty teabowls panel is on top.
Speaking to Dendum, Ordim offers, "I have some strange liquids I could pour."
Trallihn makes a lazy gesture and an illusionary bonfire springs to life. The polychromatic flames lick at the air, dancing, shifting, and teasing at imagery. In an instant, the heatless flames flare up and vanish, leaving a cavorting group of multicolored teadragons illusion where they once flickered.
You purse your mouth, pondering a cavorting group of multicolored teadragons illusion. Even without a mirror, you know your face reflects your roiling thoughts.
[APPLAUSE]
Speaking softly to Trallihn, you exclaim, "They're ... cavorting!"
Speaking to you, Kothos says, "That's a word for it."
Speaking to you, Trallihn exclaims, "It's what they do after the canoodling!"
You place one hand up to your forehead, partially covering your face, and just shake your head in disbelief.
Trallihn just nudged you.
Corlyne laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Riend gazes in amusement at a cavorting group of multicolored teadragons illusion.
Quiet mumbling is coming from the direction of Trallihn's tattered filthy towel.
Trallihn nods to a torn and tattered filthy towel covered in questionable stains.
Speaking to you, Dendum says, "Much respectful lecturing...many thanks."
You nod faintly at Dendum.
Speaking to Trallihn, Leifa concludes, "Always an eye opener."
You softly say, "Thank you all so much for coming and I hope to see you all at Lady Sabretache's lecture at the Faendryl Enclave symposium shortly."
You weakly say, "But first, I think I will need a lie down."
Missoni nods appreciatively to you.
Speaking to you, Trallihn says, "I'm happy t'lecture any time."
Trallihn knowingly grunts.
Speaking awkwardly to Trallihn, you say, "Um, thank you."
[Departures]