Rise of Rone - 2018-04-01 - Mayor Lylia's Inauguration (log)
Olaesta 1-2, 5118
by Leafiara Autumnwind of the [[::The_TownCrier|TownCrier]]
Summary
- Inside Moot Hall's mayor's office with Mayor Cruxophim present, Mayor Elect Lylia signs legal paperwork and says that her first order of business is to put an end to [[::Trading#Trading_chart|merchants' thieving]].
- Afterward Judge Renpaw arrives to officially announce the transition to Mayor Lylia, mentioning that there is little formality and that up until a few years ago Landing mayors held office until they died. As for now, he points at Lylia and declares the transfer of power done.
- Renpaw also announces that Malluch will be put on trial and that he'll hand select [[::Wehnimer's Landing|Landing]] [[::Citizenship|citizens]] over the coming week for a juror council, with more information in the coming days.
- After Renpaw leaves, former Mayor Crux kinda-sorta upholds the previous Landing tradition by slicing his neck open, killing himself. ...but unlike the mayors before Puptilian, he does come back!
- Mayor Lylia closes out the night with some words about soft power and local merchants, looking toward the future, before many people go to celebrate at the Faendryl Enclave's Alabaster Spire.
Log
Mayor Crux to Mayor Lylia: Signing Over Power
The sound of fireworks explodes in the distance.
[Moot Hall, Mayor's Office]
At the varnished modwir door, a red bear skin rug stretches across the polished hardwood floor. Twin velnalin hide chairs face the Mayor's pine desk, while behind it sits an incurvated bone armchair. A great stag's head and a dark-framed sketch are mounted above a cobblestone fireplace set into the western wall. Refreshments are offered atop an oak bar beside a tall arched window. You also see a droopy-eyed tan bloodhound, a bone-ringed dart board with some stuff on it, a large dog bed, a large detailed map and a basket of sticks.
Also here: Lord Nazarr, Bernadette, Pukk, Xorus, Stonmel, Shinann, Meureii, Lady Lylia, Lady Alasatia, Matriarch Berkana, Mayor Cruxophim
Chaoswynd and your dune spirit followed.
Lylia smiles at you.
Lord Gorku just strode through a varnished modwir door.
You nod in greeting.
Lylia bows to Chaoswynd.
Lylia waves to Gorku.
Gorku waves to Lylia.
Chaoswynd smiles at Lylia.
Lord Evician just came through a varnished modwir door.
Lylia smiles at Meureii.
Lylia idly thumbs the plumulaceous part of her owl quill.
Lylia glances at a varnished modwir door.
Lylia smiles at Pukk.
Lylia smiles at Evician.
Evician smiles at Lylia.
Evician bows to Lylia.
Beatte just came through a varnished modwir door.
Bernadette bows to Lylia.
Cruxophim flashes Lylia a toothy grin.
Nazarr bows to Lylia.
Lylia bows to Nazarr.
Lylia smiles at Bernadette.
(Lylia signs her full name at the bottom of a very formal-looking document in her slanting copperplate hand.)
Bernadette smiles.
Lylia folds her hands.
Cruxophim gives Lylia a strong, encouraging smile.
Goldstr just came through a varnished modwir door.
Goldstr beams happily at Lylia!
Lylia nods at Shinann. [seems to be based on a whispered exchange]
Lylia gives Goldstr a friendly hug.
Speaking warmly to Lylia, Cruxophim states, "Congratulations, Mayor."
Cruxophim gives Lylia a firm handshake.
Meureii applauds Lylia.
Meureii lets out a cheer!
You applaud Lylia.
Berkana curtsies to Lylia.
Cruxophim applauds Lylia warmly.
Meureii gives Lylia a piercing bark of pure joy!
Evician applauds Lylia.
Berkana says, "Madame Mayor."
Nazarr applauds Lylia.
Lylia removes a thin silver mirror bordered with star rubies from in her wrap.
Lylia gazes at her reflection in the silver mirror.
Nazarr turns to Lylia and cheers!
You sincerely say, "You'll do everyone proud."
Goldstr turns to Lylia and cheers!
You nod at Lylia.
Chaoswynd smiles at Lylia.
Speaking amusedly to Lylia, Cruxophim corrects, "Yes, Madame Mayor."
Meureii encouragingly says, "At least a single cheer for the woman."
Meureii glances appraisingly around the room.
Pukk quietly says, "Congrats Ms. Mayor."
Lylia inclines her head.
Pukk ponders.
Shinann smiles at Lylia.
Meureii barks encouragingly.
Lylia put a thin silver mirror bordered with star rubies in her wrap.
Stonmel grunts.
Lylia put an owl feather quill tipped with an enruned silvery mithril nib in her wrap.
Lylia turns around.
Cruxophim wipes some blood off his face with his hand.
Meureii chuckles to himself.
Evician weakly says, "Congratulations Mayor Lylia, I pray Koar will guide you in your leadership of our town."
Cruxophim takes a bite of his black apple.
As Cruxophim consumes his apple, he momentarily pauses, eyes sparking with viciously smug satisfaction. He makes a mess of his meal, splattering thick blood all over his face.
Evician bows to Lylia.
Lylia smiles at the assembled group.
Gorku turns to Lylia and cheers!
Cruxophim takes a bite of his black apple.
As Cruxophim consumes his apple, he momentarily pauses, eyes sparking with viciously smug satisfaction. He makes a mess of his meal, splattering thick blood all over his face.
Cruxophim gobbles down his black apple in one enormous bite.
As Cruxophim consumes his apple, he momentarily pauses, eyes sparking with viciously smug satisfaction. He makes a mess of his meal, splattering thick blood all over his face.
Alasatia whispers something to Lylia.
Cruxophim raises a hand to an oily black sapling and its tiny shadowy tendrils reach back and caress his fingers for a moment.
Bernadette turns to Lylia and cheers!
Cruxophim tosses a silver-tipped black crow quill into one of the mesh veil iron pouches hanging from his black harness.
First Order of Business
Speaking amicably to Lylia, Cruxophim inquires, "Anything planned for the get-go?"
Speaking to Xorus, Lylia murmurs, "We release the vathors in five minutes."
Speaking to Lylia, Goldstr exclaims, "Jess feed Winston better den Crux did!"
Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.
Xorus says, "Finally."
Berkana says, "Let the next year begin splendidly."
Speaking to Cruxophim, Lylia says, "Yes."
Speaking disapprovingly to Goldstr, Cruxophim scolds, "I've fed Winston better than anyone."
Lylia says, "The first order of business is to cease the merchants' thieving."
Goldstr grins at Cruxophim.
Lylia narrows her eyes.
Cruxophim affably notes, "Ah, vathors?!"
Cruxophim twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.
(Lylia raps a fingernail on the desk for emphasis.)
Speaking nonchalantly to Lylia, Cruxophim offers, "I could cut off their hands, if you want."
Pukk quietly says, "Oh, she said merchants thieving."
Pukk nods.
Lylia says, "It is unconscionable how long it has gone on."
Cruxophim adopts an agreeable expression.
Cruxophim slips a hand to his ankle, deftly retrieving a black-veined jawbone dagger fused with sanguine blood marble.
With careful precision, Cruxophim uses his jawbone dagger to slice a long, deep line across his left palm. Blood immediately pools along the surface of the cut.
He wipes the blade clean.
Lylia says, "And it shall end. For me and mine. For the Dhe'nar. For those of krolvin blood."
Lylia surveys the area.
Lylia simply says, "And we shall go from there."
Lylia folds her hands.
Cruxophim nods understandingly at Lylia.
Speaking quietly to Meureii, Pukk asks, "Were they stealing from you?"
Lylia nods at Pukk.
Lylia says, "They were."
Speaking to Pukk, Meureii asks, "Have you seen my accounts?"
Xorus whispers something to Lylia.
Pukk quietly says, "Huh. I am in the wrong business then."
Pukk quietly says, "Or I was."
Speaking quietly to Pukk, Meureii says, "I watch them give five times as much to others for the same things."
Meureii sadly says, "You get used to it."
Pukk quietly says, "I blame the mayor."
Cruxophim chuckles to himself.
Cruxophim looks at Pukk and breaks into a devilish grin.
Speaking to Pukk, Meureii exclaims, "Nae any longer!"
Lylia gazes in amusement at Pukk.
Cruxophim gazes at his reflection in the blackened-steel mirror.
Pukk quietly exclaims, "It's all her fault!"
Lylia says, "Everyone blames the mayor."
Speaking amicably to Lylia, Cruxophim assures, "It's a tradition."
Lylia says, "Oh, no...that is me now."
Placing her hand over her heart, Lylia sighs dramatically.
Lylia laughs!
Lylia hugs Cruxophim, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
Cruxophim laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement from Lylia.
Cruxophim gives Lylia a friendly hug.
Speaking to Cruxophim, Lylia says, "I cannot thank you enough for all your advice, your leadership, and your friendship. I am truly grateful."
Judge Renpaw Swears In Mayor Lylia
Evician weakly asks, "Will the judge be swearing you in Lylia or no?"
A town crier announces, "Judge Renpaw will arrive in the Mayor's Office shortly to make a brief announcement!"
Evician weakly says, "Nevermind."
Lylia says, "Ah, I believe that is a yes."
Cruxophim laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Lylia takes an elaborate webwork of fine silver chains off her head.
Lylia tosses back her head and runs her fingers through her hair.
Nakaira just came through a varnished modwir door.
Lylia put an elaborate webwork of fine silver chains in her wrap.
Cruxophim nods to Nakaira in greeting.
Vicimer just came through a varnished modwir door.
Cruxophim gives Nakaira a strong, encouraging smile.
Nakaira nods politely at Cruxophim.
Lylia removes a regal silver headpiece of slender spikes arranged in a spiny halo from in her wrap.
Lylia dons her silver headpiece.
Lylia removes a thin silver mirror bordered with star rubies from in her wrap.
Lylia gazes at her reflection in the silver mirror.
Vicimer asks, "Kinda late for a judge to be working, no?"
Cruxophim gazes in amusement at Lylia.
Lylia nods with satisfaction.
Lylia put a thin silver mirror bordered with star rubies in her wrap.
Lylia clasps Xorus's hand tenderly.
Speaking amicably to Lylia, Cruxophim approves, "Lovely."
Berkana says, "Justice knows no hours."
Vicimer says, "Yeah, but people have hours."
Vicimer asks, "If it's important, shouldn't it be when people are... awake?"
Speaking to Xorus, Lylia says, "And I have said it before, so many times, but you have been my guide in so much. I owe you such a debt, I could hardly repay it in a year. How fortunate for us that we have centuries."
Lylia smiles at Xorus.
Speaking to Vicimer, Shinann asks, "Are you sleep walking?"
Xorus smiles at Lylia.
Vicimer says, "Probably."
Lylia smiles at Vicimer.
Shinann nods once.
Shinann says, "I see."
The Judge that Never Sleeps Renpaw just came through a varnished modwir door.
Neovik's group just came through a varnished modwir door.
Lylia turns to face Renpaw.
Cruxophim turns toward Renpaw and renders a sharp salute with his jawbone dagger.
Speaking respectfully to Renpaw, Cruxophim greets, "Yer Honor."
Marijka just came through a varnished modwir door.
Renpaw says, "Good evening, everyone."
Lylia warmly says, "Judge Renpaw, what a pleasure. Thank you for staying up so late."
Lylia smiles at Marijka.
Renpaw exclaims, "And congratulations, to our new Mayor Lylia!"
Lylia places a hand over her heart.
Cruxophim applauds Lylia warmly.
Lylia inclines her head.
Melikor grins at Lylia.
Adremis just came through a varnished modwir door.
Krampton applauds Lylia.
Lylia smiles at Melikor.
Renpaw says, "We have little formality, in the transition of power."
Lylia bows to Krampton.
Renpaw says, "Wehnimer's Landing, up until a few years ago, never got new mayors until the old one died."
Cruxophim bursts out in loud, raucous laughter at Renpaw.
Speaking amusedly to Renpaw, Cruxophim inquires, "Shall I die, then?"
Cruxophim slips a hand to his ankle, deftly retrieving a black-veined jawbone dagger fused with sanguine blood marble.
Lylia gazes at her reflection in the silver mirror.
Speaking amicably to Lylia, Cruxophim purrs, "Let's make it official, then."
Holding his jawbone dagger in one hand, Cruxophim quickly, firmly pulls the blade across his neck, slicing it open.
He immediately begin to choke on the blood.
Lylia nods at Cruxophim.
Cruxophim manages to stop choking on his own blood.
Elbromo just came through a varnished modwir door.
Cruxophim raspily mutters, "Well, not quite I guess."
Cruxophim scowls.
Lylia gazes at her reflection in the silver mirror.
Cruxophim looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Speaking quietly to Cruxophim, Pukk asks, "You know that by cutting your own throat, this doesn't let you eat bigger foods right?"
Speaking wryly to Pukk, Cruxophim teases, "If my magic were back, it could."
An aura of mischief slowly creeps into Cruxophim's mien as his lips form into a crooked smile. The smile continues to spread as it splits from ear-to-ear, rupturing his countenance into the shape of a tooth-filled lacerated grin.
Renpaw lets out a cheer!
Renpaw points at Lylia.
Lylia grins at Renpaw.
Renpaw says, "It is done."
Cruxophim applauds Lylia warmly.
Speaking to Renpaw, Lylia says, "I believe you will find the paperwork in order."
Holding his jawbone dagger in one hand, Cruxophim quickly, firmly pulls the blade across his neck, slicing it open.
He immediately begin to choke on the blood.
Cruxophim manages to stop choking on his own blood.
Renpaw nods.
Lylia brushes her fingers lightly against her silver headpiece.
Renpaw says, "Thank you."
Renpaw says, "I have one last brief announcement."
Small droplets of blood drip down from Cruxophim's leather gorget.
Cruxophim laughs and nods his head, but looks a little confused.
Lylia replies, "And thank you. I look forward to working with you in the coming year."
Cruxophim turns an inquisitive ear toward Renpaw.
Lylia smiles at Adremis.
Malluch's Trial and Jury
Renpaw says, "Malluch Burdos, who had gone by the name Rone, remains in secure custody and under careful protection."
Speaking to Adremis, Lylia says, "Good to see you on your feet."
Lylia nods at Renpaw.
Cruxophim nods slowly at Renpaw.
Alisaire inclines her head.
Renpaw says, "Over the next week, I will be hand selecting a group of Landing citizens, perhaps some standing among you, to sit upon a council to judge him during his trial."
Lylia bows to Alisaire.
Renpaw says, "They shall be responsible for deciding his guilt or innocence, and fate."
Lylia nods approvingly at Renpaw.
Renpaw says, "I will announce my selections in a few days."
Xorus asks, "Might I recommend Madmountan, Rhayveign, Deckits, Marijka, and myself?"
Cruxophim nods understandingly at Renpaw.
Cruxophim begins chuckling at Xorus!
Lord Ferrumus just came through a varnished modwir door.
Kipara just strode through a varnished modwir door.
Speaking to Renpaw, Vicimer says, "Probably a person, too, who wasn't involved in the ... events."
Lylia whispers something to Renpaw.
Lylia flashes a quick grin.
Lylia nods at Kipara.
Renpaw says, "Indeed, I will work to make it as unbiased as possible to best serve true justice."
Speaking firmly to Renpaw, Cruxophim rasps, "Good. May justice finally be served."
Kipara bows to Lylia.
Vicimer wryly asks, "Would this trial also be in the middle of the night?"
Speaking to Vicimer, Lylia says, "Perhaps a bit earlier. We did wake the judge rather late this evening."
Renpaw says, "The world is alive at this time, Mr. Chronomage "day" pass."
Renpaw nods at Vicimer.
Renpaw snickers.
Cruxophim laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.
Vicimer says, "I don't think that's my name..."
Cruxophim flashes Vicimer a toothy grin.
Lylia admits, "Some of us are fond of night."
Cruxophim licks a black-veined jawbone dagger fused with sanguine blood marble in his hand.
Lylia leans softly against Alasatia.
Alisaire says, "For some, it's always night."
Marijka wryly says, "Some of us have no idea how to cope with daylight."
Lylia smiles at Alisaire.
Speaking suddenly to Marijka, you say, "Oh, I hadn't seen you... good evening."
Speaking to you, Marijka explains, "I've been studying how to be sneaky."
You nod approvingly at Marijka.
Cruxophim begins chuckling at Marijka!
Renpaw says, "Take a good long look in a mirror."
Renpaw nods at Vicimer.
Renpaw winks.
Cruxophim kisses Marijka tenderly on the cheek.
Speaking admiringly to Marijka, you say, "A worthy endeavor."
Lylia removes a thin silver mirror bordered with star rubies from in her wrap.
Lylia gazes at her reflection in the silver mirror.
Speaking to Renpaw, Lylia says, "I always do."
Renpaw says, "I shall provide more information on my selection for the juror council in the coming days."
Cruxophim bursts out in loud, raucous laughter at Renpaw.
Lylia says, "Oh, you meant someone else..."
Renpaw says, "Goodnight everyone."
Renpaw bows.
Lylia bows to Renpaw.
Speaking quietly to Vicimer, Izden says, "The judge has the ability to change names."
>look
[Moot Hall, Mayor's Office]
At the varnished modwir door, a red bear skin rug stretches across the polished hardwood floor. Twin velnalin hide chairs face the Mayor's pine desk, while behind it sits an incurvated bone armchair. A great stag's head and a dark-framed sketch are mounted above a cobblestone fireplace set into the western wall. Refreshments are offered atop an oak bar beside a tall arched window. You also see a bone-ringed dart board with some stuff on it, a large dog bed, a large detailed map and a basket of sticks.
Also here: Kipara, Lord Ferrumus, Alisaire, Elbromo, Adremis, Lady Florania, Marijka, Krampton, Pinchot, Repaire, Cabal, Neovik, The Judge that Never Sleeps Renpaw, Izden, Melikor, Chronomage Day Pass Vicimer, Nakaira, Goldstr, Lord Evician, Lord Gorku, Chaoswynd, Lord Nazarr, Bernadette, Pukk, Xorus, Stonmel, Shinann, Meureii, Mayor Lylia, Lady Alasatia, Matriarch Berkana, Cruxophim
Lylia says, "Rest well. And thank you."
Cruxophim gives Alisaire a strong, encouraging smile.
The Judge that Never Sleeps Renpaw just went through a varnished modwir door.
Lylia put a thin silver mirror bordered with star rubies in her wrap.
A Different Kind of Transfer
Cruxophim laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Cruxophim kisses Lylia tenderly on the cheek.
Cruxophim kisses Lylia tenderly on the cheek.
Lylia gives Cruxophim a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Cruxophim smiles at Lylia.
Lylia gives Cruxophim a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Speaking nonchalantly to Lylia, Cruxophim notes, "Oh, one more thing."
Holding his jawbone dagger in one hand, Cruxophim quickly, firmly pulls the blade across his neck, slicing it open.
Cruxophim drops dead at your feet!
The ghostly voice of Cruxophim firmly states, "There. Now it's official. The old Mayor died, sorta, long live the new Mayor!!"
The ghostly laughter of Cruxophim echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine.
Xorus says, "The Mayor is dead. Long live the Mayor."
Cruxophim's body decays into compost.
Speaking quietly to himself, Izden says, "The mayor is dead, long live the mayor."
Lylia announces, "The Mayor of Wehnimer's Landing is dead! Long live the mayor!"
Wolfloner just came through a varnished modwir door.
Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.
Alisaire echoes, "The Mayor is dead. Long live the Mayor!"
Lylia pours herself some sparkling golden plum wine.
Speaking in Faendryl, Lylia sincerely says something you don't understand.
Cruxophim just came through a varnished modwir door.
Lylia places a hand over her heart.
Lylia grins at Cruxophim.
Izden quietly says, "He's got style, that's for sure."
Speaking quietly to Lylia, Izden says, "Luck."
Speaking bemusedly to Lylia, Cruxophim admits, "...although, I suppose that was always technically true. The old Mayor was already dead, halfway."
Cruxophim grins wryly at Lylia.
Lylia bows to Izden.
Cruxophim gives Lylia a friendly hug.
Lylia chuckles.
Lylia hugs Cruxophim, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
Cruxophim leans against the desk, taking a momentary rest.
Mayor Lylia: Looking to the Future
Lylia says, "If I may say a few words."
Deep in thought, Lylia laces her fingers before her.
Cruxophim cocks his head at Wolfloner.
Speaking quietly to Lylia, Izden says, "3? Go."
Cruxophim laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Cruxophim turns an inquisitive ear toward Lylia.
Lylia says, "Throughout my campaign, I promised 'soft power' as a means of securing our town's safety. It has already begun, with a cautious detente with Queen Daukhera Darkflorr in the north and the capture of 'Rone' alive in our own town."
Lylia surveys the area.
Cruxophim gives Lylia a strong, encouraging smile.
Lylia says, "No more will anyone, particularly the Faendryl, be robbed by our own mercantile class."
Lylia narrows her eyes.
Cruxophim flashes Lylia a toothy grin.
Stonmel says, "Good to see you primarily concerned with things to your personal benefit."
Lylia says, "But I cannot make promises without also giving thanks."
Cruxophim chuckles.
Speaking to Stonmel, Vicimer asks, "Isn't it to everyone's benefit not to get robbed?"
Lylia says, "I know many of you here voted for me. I know some did not. I know that one was my well-regarded rival."
Lylia smiles at you.
You nod at Lylia.
Speaking wryly to Vicimer, Cruxophim explains, "He's just like that."
Cruxophim flashes Stonmel a toothy grin.
Lylia says, "I want to thank my voters. To promise those who did not vote for me that I am their mayor too. And to you..."
Lylia turns to face you.
Cruxophim removes a handful of blood-soaked popcorn from in his small eldritch coffin.
You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.
Speaking to you, Lylia says, "You said to prove you wrong, and I shall."
Cruxophim licks his blood-soaked popcorn.
You nod at Lylia.
Cruxophim licks his blood-soaked popcorn.
You lightly say, "I certainly hope so."
Cruxophim takes a bite of his blood-soaked popcorn.
Lylia raises her golden plum wine in a toast!
Lylia smiles over her wineglass before taking a sip.
Lylia takes a drink from her golden plum wine.
Momentarily revealing the small dark ankle sheath hidden at his ankle, Cruxophim deftly sheathes his jawbone dagger, concealing both it and the sheath once more.
Cruxophim pours himself a flute of cherry-apple blood wine.
Speaking to Cruxophim, Berkana says, "I do not believe that is on the menu at the Enclave."
Cruxophim raises his blood wine in a toast!
Lylia briskly asks, "Now! There was something about a party?"
Speaking to Lylia, you add, "And if anyone can, I'm certain it's you."
Lylia bows to you.
Goldstr takes a drink from his fiery gold ale.
Goldstr's eyes glaze over slightly and his face pales.
Goldstr is stunned!
You curtsy to Lylia.
Speaking amicably in Elven to Berkana, Cruxophim laments, "Pity."
You raise your cold water in a toast!
Lylia says, "I have worn this gown for at least three hours now. Surely it is time for a change."
Cruxophim flashes Berkana a toothy grin.
Cruxophim nods absently at Wolfloner.
Lylia smirks as a haughty expression flits across her face.
Lylia takes a drink from her golden plum wine.
Cruxophim raises his blood wine in a toast!
Cruxophim laughs!
Cruxophim takes a drink from his blood wine.
Cruxophim takes a drink from his blood wine.
Lylia takes a drink from her golden plum wine.
Speaking quietly to Lylia, Pukk says, "I don't know, you have cobwebs on part of your attire...you might have been wearing much longer than 3 hours."
Cruxophim shakes his head at Pukk and clucks his tongue.
Lylia gazes in amusement at Pukk.
Cruxophim takes a drink from his blood wine.
Cruxophim cocks his head at Nakaira.
Speaking to Alasatia, Lylia asks, "May I trust you and Berkana to lead people to the Spire?"
Alasatia nods at Lylia.
Berkana says, "Pardon me while I go prepare for welcoming..."
Berkana nods at Lylia.
Alasatia says, "Of course."
Cruxophim nods absently at Nakaira.
Alasatia says, "Please join me, if you wish to celebrate with us at the spire."
Berkana says, "All those who wish to travel to the Spire join me."
Alasatia says, "Or.. her."
Cruxophim joins Berkana's group.
Cruxophim snuggles up to Berkana.
Lylia says, "I shall see you there."
Cruxophim wiggles his eyebrows at Berkana.
Elbromo turns toward Lylia and renders a sharp hand salute.
Lylia gives Elbromo a friendly hug.
Lylia smiles.
Shinann says, "Unfortunately, I wil not be able to make it."
Shinann bows.
Lylia bows to Shinann.
Alisaire says, "Enjoy the well deserved celebrations."
Lylia smiles at Alisaire.
Cruxophim glances at Shinann and clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.
Mayor Lylia just went through a varnished modwir door.
Shinann says, "Congratulations."
Shinann smiles.
Shinann just went through a varnished modwir door.
Cruxophim raspily muses, "Must be a sigh of relief now for her, eh?"
An aura of mischief slowly creeps into Cruxophim's mien as his lips form into a crooked smile. The smile continues to spread as it splits from ear-to-ear, rupturing his countenance into the shape of a tooth-filled lacerated grin.
Alasatia says, "Have a nice evening, those who stay."
Alasatia kisses Cruxophim on the cheek.
Berkana asks, "Everyone ready?"
Speaking to Cruxophim, Meureii asks, "Her meaning you?"
Cruxophim gives Alasatia a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Lady Alasatia's group just went through a varnished modwir door.
Cruxophim amusedly explains, "Shinann. And Stormy."
Cruxophim contorts his face in an ugly grin.