The Winter War (storyline)/2023-01-18 - Icemule Open Council Meeting (log)

The Winter War-2023-01-18-Icemule Open Council Meeting (log)

Log captured in the view of Opalina

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Open Council Meeting

[Clovertooth, Auditorium - 29536] (u4043075)

Raw cedar timbers perfume the air, comprising the walls of the expansive hall. Living evergreen boughs contrast frame the southern entrance, brightly illuminated by faceted glimaerstone orbs set high into the ceiling. The light scatters over a few dozen rows of comfortably padded seats and rugs covering parts of the polished floor. A central aisle delineated by a quartet of braziers leads toward an expansive cedar and pine stage framed by silver-trimmed blue curtains.

Also here: Lord Sorlu, Roelon

Obvious exits: south

Lilanna just arrived.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

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

You select an available padded seat and make your way over to it, quietly taking a spot.

Lilanna says, "Evnin Councilors."

Sorlu smiles at Lilanna.

You quietly say, "Good evening Lilanna."

Roelon deeply says, "Ah good eve."

Sorlu says, speaking politely to Lilanna, "Good evening, Lilanna."

You quietly ask, "How are you?"

Lilanna asks, "Well so far, and ye?"

You quietly say, "Ohh Im tired."

Roelon grins.

Lilanna nods.

You quietly say, "Between hauling food, Hunting Vampires and bandits, and Searching mountains Im drained."

Sorlu shakes his head at you and clucks his tongue.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "You're not old enough to be tired yet."

Sorlu grins at you.

You raise an eyebrow in Sorlu's direction.

Roelon grins at Sorlu.

You examine Sorlu closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.

You see Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein the Town Councillor of Icemule Trace.

He appears to be an Elf.

He is average height. He appears to be extremely young. He has icily translucent, frost blue eyes and fair skin. He has shoulder length, thick battle-tousled sable hair and a wide-brimmed black suede hat stuck with a single raven black feather worn at a rakish angle. He has an angular face, a classical nose and long pointed ears.

He has an onyx-tongued emerald flame tattoo on his finger, inked wispy tendrils of smoky jade curling sensually around both forearms, and a sinuous kelyn snake etched with scales in his left eyebrow.

Elongated tentacles of hazy jade mist writhe across his form, undulating in rhythm to his movements.

He is in good shape.

He is holding a slender Nalfein-styled cane in his right hand.

He is wearing a tailored dark hematite overcoat caught at each sleeve with a jade-sheened dark sanguine bloodjewel, a silk brassard displaying a desiccated black rose choked by a wisp of jade smoke encircling the upper arm, a fitted obsidian waistcoat over a blood red tailored silk shirt, an emerald talisman etched with a wispy smoke-wrapped woman, a circular silver lavaliere inset with a polished emerald, some supple black leather gloves, a jade signet ring engraved with a desiccated rose, a slim black thorn ring, a jade-tipped silver talon ring, a sleek midnight suede rucksack stitched with gleaming silver thread, a thick oiled leather belt with a dark green tentacle-shaped bottle hanging from several small chains on the side, a soft leather coin bag bound with veniom, a glowing specimen jar preserving a tiny dead penguin chick, some crisp coal black linen pants sharply creased down the middle of each leg, and some silver-buckled oiled obsidian leather boots polished to a mirror sheen.

Sorlu cocks his head at you.

Sorlu leans on his cane, taking a momentary rest.

Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.

The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

Tikba just arrived.

You giggle.

Sorlu grins.

You quietly say, "You look younger then me."

Tikba nods in greeting.

Roelon deeply says, "She looks young. But ye never..." stops mid sentance. "Ah mean aye she is young."

You wave.

Tikba selects an available padded seat and makes her way over to it, quietly taking a spot.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "I am young, indeed. And have accomplished much."

You adopt an agreeable expression.

You quietly say, "Sure I'll mention something."

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "Just imagine what I'll accomplish over the next many centuries."

Sorlu grins at you.

Roelon chuckles.

Roelon asks, speaking deeply to Sorlu, "Time holds little meanin' then aye?"

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sorlu nods slowly at Roelon.

Sorlu says, speaking to Roelon, "Patience is key."

Sorlu flashes a wide grin.

Sorlu says, "Sometimes."

Sorlu chuckles.

Roelon grins.

Sorlu chuckles.

Lilanna starts chortling.

Sorlu says, "I don't know that any of our meetings are ever boring by the end."

Sorlu grins.

Roelon deeply says, "One could hope."

Roelon shrugs at Sorlu.

Roelon grins.

Sorlu begins chuckling at Roelon!

You quietly say, "Well I said they could nap that that they will nap."

Sorlu says, "Perhaps in time."

Sorlu nods at Roelon. You hear very soft footsteps.

Dendum asks, "Is council of three now?"

Roelon nods to Dendum in greeting.

Dendum says, "Makes voting easier."

Sorlu grins at Dendum.

Dendum says, "Never a tie."

Dendum selects an available padded seat and makes his way over to it, quietly taking a spot.

You agree with Dendum.

You quietly say, "Works out perfectly."

Lord Randsford just arrived.

Adopting an agreeable expression, Dendum nods.

Roelon nods to Randsford in greeting.

Randsford nods to Roelon in greeting.

Sorlu says, speaking to Dendum, "I am uncertain as to the location of Councillor Gespry..though I have not heard of him giving up his position."

Randsford bows.

Randsford says, "Evening everyone."

Sorlu smiles at Randsford.

Lilanna nods to Randsford in greeting.

Tikba nods to Dendum in greeting.

You say, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "Nor have I perhaps he will cast silent votes."

Dendum smiles and nods at everyone in greeting.

Sorlu says, speaking ominously to you, "He might be watching us, even now...lurking within the shadow."

Sorlu appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Randsford put a ruby-handled wolf-headed spikestar in his warg pelt sheath.

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

Roelon grins.

You quietly say, "Well He is always welcome."

You nod.

Roelon nods to you.

Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.

The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

Lord Thrassus just arrived.

Tikba grins at Thrassus.

A cloud of dense silvery fog suddenly appears. The fog quickly dissipates to reveal Falvicar.

Thrassus nods once.

Falvicar sits down next to you.

Roelon grins at Falvicar.

Bakarus's group just arrived.

A cloud of dense silvery fog suddenly appears. The fog quickly dissipates to reveal Temaari.

Falvicar joins Roelon's group.

Tikba smiles at Bakarus.

Tabubu gazes about with intense interest at her surroundings, her moonlight silver eyes pausing briefly on everything nearby.

Roelon nods to Bakarus in greeting.

Falvicar grins.

Bakarus sits down.

Bakarus smiles.

You quietly say, "Good evening everyone."

Tikba joins Bakarus's group.

Bakarus says, "Eternal Light, all."

Tikba nods to Tabubu in greeting.

Thrassus says, "Just act like I am not here, I'm simply observing."

Randsford nods to Bakarus in greeting.

Tabubu selects an available padded seat and makes her way over to it, quietly taking a spot.

You say, speaking quietly to Bakarus, "Good evening."

Temaari sits down.

Sorlu greets, speaking politely to Bakarus, "Good evening, Bakarus."

Tabubu nods at Tikba.

Bakarus nods in greeting at Randsford.

Falvicar put a fireleaf runestaff in his night-hued silk cape.

Tabubu nods to Dendum in greeting.

Bakarus says, speaking to Sorlu, "Excellent to see you, it has been too long."

Folding her arms against her waist, Tabubu slips her hands into the opposite sleeve of her jacquard robe and maintains a contemplative disposition.

You nod at Falvicar.

Sorlu agrees with Bakarus.

Bakarus asks, speaking to Randsford, "Still keeping the denizens of the Hinter in check?"

Sorlu says, speaking to Bakarus, "I have been held hostage by my work as of late."

Roelon grins.

Sorlu slowly empties his lungs.

Randsford nods slowly at Bakarus.

Randsford says, speaking to Bakarus, "No new sightings."

Bakarus says, speaking to Sorlu, "You take your duties as a councilor most seriously...I thank you for your service."

Sorlu smiles at Bakarus.

Roelon nods slowly.

Sorlu says, speaking to Bakarus, "It is as important mission for me."

Bakarus whispers something to Tikba.

Tikba nods approvingly at Bakarus.

Roelon deeply says, "Serious indeed."

Roelon nods slowly.

Roelon whispers something to Randsford.

Sorlu surreptitiously glances at Roelon.

You quietly say, "As some of you have heard I have opened a goodwill contract with a Retired military Vaalorian. He had invited me and several of the deligates to a dinner and the contract was the result. He has been gracefully providing food to our city. I've since starting taking the supplies to White Haven to have them cook up meals for everyone They will be placed in the Town Center for all."

Sorlu cocks his head at you.

Roelon smiles.

Roelon nods to you.

Wolfloner just arrived.

Roelon nods to Wolfloner in greeting.

Tabubu gives a sidelong glance at Wolfloner.

Wolfloner nods at Roelon.

Tabubu inclines her head.

Dendum nods at Wolfloner.

Wolfloner nods at Tabubu.

Wolfloner nods at Dendum.

Wolfloner darkly says, "Greetings."

Tikba nods to Wolfloner in greeting.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah good eve."

Roelon nods slowly.

Wolfloner bows to Tikba.

Roelon pours himself some steaming whiskey-spiked coffee.

You quietly ask, "This is a private contract. I would like to petition to the rest of the councilers that We open up trade contracts with other cities since Briarmoon has closed us off. I know we've started up with landing. I was approched from someone with Kraken Falls... Sorlu I believe you are reaching out to the Dwarfs?"

Roelon takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Sorlu smiles at you.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "I indeed do have news to discuss regarding that."

Sorlu nods to you.

You quietly say, "Wonderful .."

Sorlu asks, speaking to you, "While I am certainly have my concerns regarding food being delivered by Vaalorians to Icemule at this time, perhaps you could speak on your efforts with Kraken Falls?"

Randsford whispers something to Roelon.

Roelon takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

You quietly say, "With the Firebird back up and running and making rounds it would be a perfect shuttle to transport goods."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to you, "It is wise indeed to seek out other sources of trade."

You say, speaking quietly to Roelon, "That is a valid concern. What to trade, the cost, benefit to us and them."

Sorlu raises an eyebrow.

Roelon deeply says, "Though ah hae concern over Briarmoon. Though we mae find trade, the reasoning behind Briarmoon should be further investigated."

Tikba nods in agreement at Roelon.

You say, speaking quietly to Roelon, "I agree. So far I've not found a merchant willing to discuss Briarmoon and I have not found a way to access the city. It's completely blocked off at this moment."

Roelon nods to you.

Sorlu asks, speaking to you, "Are you able to discuss your work with Kraken's Falls, or is such a thing not yet at that stage?"

You say, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "It is at very early stages. I was suggested just today and My contact is going to talk to His town."

You mutter it.

Sorlu nods to you.

Sorlu asks, speaking to you, "Yardie, perhaps?"

You smile at Sorlu.

Roelon takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Dendum nods once.

Sorlu says, "I have often heard him speaking of that town with great love...so I could only assume."

Sorlu chuckles.

Roelon nods slowly at Sorlu.

You quietly say, "And he had connections here in Icemule."

Dendum says, "Yardie is well connected with the goings on in Kraken and is part of collective that has come together in that island."

You nod slowly.

Sorlu nods at Dendum.

Commodore Jaysehn just arrived.

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

Sorlu whispers to the group, "Might I steal the floor for a moment?"

Roelon nods at Sorlu.

Sorlu smiles.

Wolfloner looks slightly less tense than he did a moment ago.

Sorlu says, "There are also a few topics I wished to bring up tonight..."

You say, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "Yes of couse."

Tabubu gazes about with intense interest at her surroundings, her moonlight silver eyes pausing briefly on everything nearby.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "Though I assure you, I will circle back to the topic of trade."

Lady Aliashyrah just arrived.

Aliashyrah selects an available padded seat and makes her way over to it, quietly taking a spot.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Bakarus.

Sorlu says, "The first thing I wish to mention...There has been some questioning of Icemule's sovereign borders as of late."

Roelon takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Dendum shifts his weight.

Sorlu says, "Let us be clear. Icemule's domain stretches beyond the outside edge of our walls, though some would try to deny us this well established fact."

Sorlu nods once.

Aliashyrah turns an inquisitive ear toward Sorlu.

You mutter notme.

Sorlu says, "And considering Icemule's historical position as the stalwart defender against the evils of the North, I see no reason for us to deny that our northern most borders stretch to encompass the Hinterwilds. Especially when you add in the well established bloodlines connecting the Truefolk of the Hinterwilds with Icemule."

Wolfloner turns an inquisitive ear toward Sorlu.

Jaysehn raises an eyebrow.

Tikba appears to be struggling to keep a straight face.

Randsford squints.

Roelon takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

You take a drink from your white chocolate mocha. A bit of foam clings to your upper lip after you savor the rich mocha flavor.

You have 3 quaffs left.

Sorlu glances between Roelon and yourself.

You quietly say, "Ohh I agree."

You quietly say, "Plus some."

Roelon grins.

Sorlu asks, "Would either of my fellow Councillors disagree with this?"

You quietly say, "Continue."

Sorlu smiles at you.

Roelon nods at Sorlu.

Tabubu gives a sidelong glance at Bakarus.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Tabubu whispers something to Bakarus.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "There is little more I feel need be said. Simply the declaration...in case there remained any mystery surrounding this."

Sorlu says, "At least on this topic."

Roelon asks, speaking deeply to Sorlu, "We would need to confer with the Mayor though nae?"

Tabubu's stomach growls.

Tikba smiles at Bakarus.

Tikba nods fervently at Bakarus!

Bakarus grins at Aliashyrah.

Jaysehn removes a stygian valravn quill from in his dim grey pack.

Jaysehn gently presses down on the binding of his pewter leather tome.

Jaysehn idly scrawls something on a page in his pewter leather tome.

You smile at Sorlu.

Aliashyrah smiles quietly to herself.

Sorlu says, "Though perhaps it might be useful to obtain a map, and to mark it clearly, so that others we share this land with do not forget again."

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Sorlu says, speaking to Roelon, "Yes, I imagine so."

Roelon deeply says, "Though blood links our town to them, the knowledge of such is still fresh."

Sorlu agrees with Roelon.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah very much so want our lands borders defined."

You say, speaking quietly to Roelon, "He would just need to Agree that the line we drew on the paper is correct."

You quietly ask, "Speaking of the Mayor has anyone seen or heard of him?"

Sorlu says, speaking to Roelon, "Indeed. And I believe it important to get out ahead of such things...in case others might try to make a claim on these lands in the near future."

Jaysehn idly scrawls something on a page in his pewter leather tome.

Jaysehn glances up.

Roelon asks, speaking deeply to you, "He is the Mayor of Icemule, but who governs Cold Water?"

Dendum says, "His distant kin."

Roelon deeply says, "We dinnae want to lay claim if they dinnae wish it."

Jaysehn asks, "Ta' Illistim has passage just as swift and easy as Icemule does to the Hinterwilds. Why would it not be theirs?"

Tikba nods at Dendum.

Sorlu says, speaking to Jaysehn, "Because they are not family to them, as Icemule is."

Sorlu nods at Jaysehn.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Jaysehn, "It was founded by furry footed relatives who founded Icemule."

You ponder.

You quietly ask, "Can they access their bank from there?"

Wolfloner nods to you.

Roelon deeply says, "Blood connects the two."

Wolfloner says, speaking darkly to you, "Yes."

Jaysehn asks, "I see. So if a person of the same race were to take territory, others of that same blood can claim ownership?"

Jaysehn nods.

Jaysehn idly scrawls something on a page in his pewter leather tome.

You quietly ask, "Illy can accept their Illy bank funds there?"

Sorlu says, "We do not speak of a person...we speak of a people."

Dendum slowly exhales as his posture slumps.

Jaysehn says, "I'm trying to understand Icemulian land acquistion standards. Don't let me delay your conversation."

Jaysehn smiles.

You say, speaking quietly to Wolfloner, "I am only asking because I didn't know it's more curious."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Jaysehn, "As ah said, it is their own choice if they wish to solidify such ah claim."

Jaysehn asks, speaking to Roelon, "Who will you ask? The five people that live there?"

Wolfloner says, speaking darkly to Sorlu, "I have never accessed the Hinterwilds from the elven nations."

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Dendum.

Sorlu says, "I believe this discussion is one that, as Councillor Roelon pointed out, will need further discussions with the mayor."

Tikba asks, speaking mildly to Jaysehn, "Who else would there be to ask, but the people who live there?"

Sorlu says, "I understand that it can be reached from the Nations...though the distance is even greater than the trip from here."

Roelon nods at Tikba.

Sorlu nods at Wolfloner.

Wolfloner says, speaking darkly to Sorlu, "The bank of Hinterwilds is tied to Icemule Trace."

Jaysehn asks, "I'm not sure. The gigas?"

Tikba gazes in amusement at Jaysehn.

Roelon chuckles.

Jaysehn says, speaking to Sorlu, "It is not longer a trip."

Jaysehn says, "For clarity."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Jaysehn, "Ye are more then welcome to discuss that with them."

Roelon chuckles.

Aliashyrah gazes in amusement at Roelon.

Sorlu says, "I believe that is up for debate, though I have not pulled out a measuring stick myself."

Sorlu chuckles to himself.

Sorlu nods at Jaysehn.

Jaysehn asks, "I would assume then Icemule would take responsibility for the lack of justice there? And deal with the blood curse in the area too?"

Roelon deeply says, "However, ah believe Sorlu wants to fine our borders. Ah agree with that."

Aliashyrah suggests, speaking playfully to Sorlu, "Add that to next month's agenda."

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Sorlu grins at Aliashyrah.

You quietly say, "So I agree we can add that to a list of things to add to ask the mayor then confermation of Icemule Territory."

Jaysehn ponders.

Jaysehn idly scrawls something on a page in his pewter leather tome.

Sorlu says, speaking to Jaysehn, "We stand against all forms of evil in the North, yes."

Wolfloner turns an inquisitive ear toward Sorlu.

You see Commodore Jaysehn Ranshai the Sentinel of the Ebon Blade.

He appears to be a Human.

He is taller than average. He appears to be young and robust. He has calculating steel grey eyes and flawless olive skin. He has shoulder-shorn, dense tawny hair swept back from cheek-grazing strands into a small, neat ponytail. He has subtly aquiline features accenting a well-defined jawline.

He has some minor cuts and bruises on his right hand.

He is holding an eclipse-branded pewter leather tome in his right hand and a stygian valravn quill in his left hand.

He is wearing a wide-brimmed sleek leather hat adorned with a zaffre-glazed skyglass kraken, an oval white jade locket, a knee-length fuligin overcoat with elesine-cuffed hanging sleeves, an onyx eclipse emblem, a high-collared pewter baldachin tunic with a royal purple geometric design, some silver and black leather gloves, an ornate imflass and jade signet ring inlaid with an ebony crest, a pale ora band cradled in eahnor, a twice-wrapped ebony silk sash clasped with a celadon kelyn crescent, some iron grey suede pants stitched with pewter accents, and some sable selshis hide knee-boots inset with ivory.

Sorlu says, "There is another topic I wished to discuss..."

You smile at Sorlu.

Wolfloner whispers, "I will confirm you inquirey by accessing Hinterwilds from the elven nations."

Bakarus turns an inquisitive ear toward Sorlu.

Sorlu says, "I will only speak briefly on this, as it doesn't deserve the honor of consuming much of our time. Within the last few evenings, word has reached me from quite reliable sources about the threats issued against Icemule's people by a certain Thadston of Wehnimer's Landing."

You quietly whisper to Wolfloner, "Thank you."

Roelon slowly empties his lungs.

Jaysehn glances up.

Jaysehn idly scrawls something on a page in his pewter leather tome.

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Sorlu.

Bakarus nods understandingly.

Wolfloner asks, speaking darkly to Jaysehn, "What are your interests in this matter?"

Thrassus smiles quietly to himself.

Jaysehn says, "I'm a historian."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Sorlu, "Ah heard the whispers indeed."

Jaysehn nods.

Sorlu clarifies, "Let me say this. I fully support the actions taken by so many of our populace as we strive, as always, towards the pursuit of freedom. Not just in Icemule, but wherever that cry is heard. The threats issued by a despot will not change my mind, nor should they change yours."

Aliashyrah whispers aloud, speaking to Roelon, "I believe they were more of a roar."

Sorlu warns, "If I were Thadston, I would be quite mindful of tossing about such threats in the direction of Icemule. If not, once this issue with the Vaalorians is handled... he could easily find himself next on my list."

Tikba amusedly murmurs, "Thadston does not know how to whisper."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Aliashyrah, "That man only has one tone of voice sadly."

Tikba grins at Roelon.

Roelon grins at Tikba.

Roelon nods at Tikba.

Randsford shakes his head.

Aliashyrah grins at Tikba.

Aliashyrah nods at Roelon.

Jaysehn gently closes an eclipse-branded pewter leather tome.

Jaysehn put a stygian valravn quill in his dim grey longcoat.

Sorlu says, "Let word reach him as it reached me."

Sorlu scoffs.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Bakarus.

Sorlu waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "But as I promised, let us circle back to the matter of trade..."

You ask, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "I doubt any of us want to see our neighbor Landing fall in hands of What's his name? Barlan something?"

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

You quietly say, "And that many of our folks feel compelled to help in the battle."

You quietly say, "And We should."

Randsford whispers something to Roelon.

You nod.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "I think the good and free people of the Landing should decide who they best think represents them. And those that don't, they remove."

You quietly say, "But when it comes to takeing a vote in the town that's our folks just simply shouldn't do. They have no real voice."

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "My apologies for moving forward, when you still had something to say."

Bakarus says, "Barlan Kane."

You quietly ask, "Oh I said it right?"

You wipe the sweat from your brow.

Bakarus nods to you.

You quietly say, "Why does that name sound familir."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "I do not believe the plan was to have any from Icemule vote, only to show that those who wish to call for the vote had support not only within the city but in places beyond."

Roelon deeply says, "Now, ah agree with alot of this. However. We hae at our own heels trouble that must be solved."

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "Does Barlan Kane have designs on the Landing? My apologies...I have not heard such a thing."

Jaysehn says, "He is the vampire lord of Moonsedge."

You quietly exclaim, "Ohh wrong name!"

You flail your arms about.

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

Tikba pauses, a thoughtful expression on her face.

You quietly ask, "What is the guys name harrasing landing?"

Tikba offers, "Gnul?"

Commodore Jaysehn just went south.

You quietly say, "I heard it only in passing."

You quietly exclaim, "Yes Gnul!"

You quietly say, "Thank you."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "You may need to be more specific."

Aliashyrah chuckles.

Tikba nods to you.

Sorlu appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Roelon deeply says, "There is also Barnom, but he hae been quiet down there."

Roelon nods to you.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Bakarus.

You quietly say, "I honestly have not been following the battle in the landing with all the issues here in Our on."

Roelon whispers something to Randsford.

You sigh sadly.

Sorlu nods to you.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "It is a far lesser concern to me as well. But I do voice support of those in the Landing who fight for independence."

You agree with Sorlu.

Sorlu brushes his fingers lightly against his thorn ring.

You quietly say, "They are a free people, However if they call for Icemule Aid should help."

You nod at Sorlu.

Wolfloner whispers, "I know if you travel from Icemule Trace to."

Sorlu nods to you.

Roelon nods to you.

Sorlu says, "I do not proclaim the people of the Landing as an enemy. Far from it. In the days ahead, we might find ourselves needing one another more than we imagine."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to you, "Thadston hae ah problem with that...then he kin see me at the Tavern here."

Balling his hand into a tight fist, Roelon raises it defiantly skyward as a frosty, shimmering cloud surrounds his glove, and then quickly fades.

Wolfloner whispers, "If you travel to Hinterwilds from Icemule Trace you have to exit the same way you enter. You cannot exit and goto the Elven nations in that instance."

Sorlu grins at Roelon.

Randsford shakes his head.

Sorlu says, speaking to Roelon, "He did say he'd be willing to come up north. I'd like to see that..."

Sorlu chuckles to himself.

Tikba politely says, "The Landing welcomes any help in defending itself against the latest attacks."

You quietly say, "To be honest I believe Thadston could say that.. But I doubt the Poeple would follow him in battle to our city."

Sorlu smiles at Tikba.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Randsford, "Its the only language that man understands."

Bakarus nods at Tabubu.

Roelon sighs.

Tabubu tilts her head in Bakarus's general direction, the folds of her hood obscuring her expression from view.

Randsford says, "We need not add to hostilities. Thadstone speaks for their town as Talliver speaks for ours. We will answer when called but we should be respectful. We have all been lacking in that area as of late."

Randsford sighs.

Lilanna agrees with Randsford.

Tabubu nods curtly.

Tikba diplomatically says, "Gnul poses a danger not merely to us, but to the reivers, the gnomes, and perhaps all of the free north."

You nod at Randsford.

Wolfloner darkly says, "Thadston is the product of an archaic fuedal system. He has not shaken those chains yet."

Falvicar says, "Thadston was after the organizations that signed a petition over Landing politics is my understanding of it. I don't think he cares if people aid the town when they are under attack."

Dendum adds, ""There are many dangers from the south to a Free North."

You quietly ask, "Who is this Gnul?"

You quietly say, "Pardon my ignorance on him."

Dendum says, "Eh...many think he is Illoke."

Dendum says, "Is large."

Temaari says, "He seems to be from that clan."

Temaari nods at Dendum.

Falvicar nods at Dendum.

Tikba says, "He claims to be the Stone Giant King. He has brought together a great army to attack the Landing."

Tikba nods at Dendum.

Thrassus says, "He is a powerful Illoke shaman that has apparently gained control over many of the monstrous tribes in the region."

Sorlu nods.

Roelon deeply says, "The one threat however...ah nae wish any of ye to forget, is our former clerk, Rammael. Many who ah send fir any leads find little to nothing."

Sorlu nods slowly at Roelon.

You nod at Roelon.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah doubt they would, to be quite honest. However, ah also heard nothing from the ones ah sent to Briarmoon as well."

Aliashyrah looks thoughtfully at Roelon.

You sigh.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Aliashyrah asks, speaking to Roelon, "Were they turned away at the gate or just not given any answers?"

Sorlu asks, speaking to Roelon, "Then perhaps he has truly left this region?"

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Roelon, "Those are two very different things."

Falvicar whispers, "It's okay Darling. All things in time. Rammael will get what's coming to him."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Aliashyrah, "Paid more then ah gave them, slackers...or worse."

You smile at Falvicar.

Bakarus says, speaking to Sorlu, "I believe it to be the case."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Sorlu, "All signs would suggest that he has moved on to toy with someone else."

Bakarus agrees with Aliashyrah.

Aliashyrah asks, speaking to Roelon, "Then you have not seen or heard from anyone you sent to Briarmoon?"

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Sorlu, "Ah hunter never strays far from the prey..."

Aliashyrah raises an eyebrow in Roelon's direction.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Roelon, "This is true, but they may choose to hunt different prey."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Aliashyrah, "The appointed date fir their report hae come and gone."

Sorlu removes a sheet of creamy vellum from in his dark hematite overcoat.

Sorlu says, speaking to Roelon, "Then we will continue to keep our eyes and ears open."

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Roelon nods slowly at Sorlu.

You adopt an agreeable expression.

Sorlu whispers to the group, "Shall I bring up the trade topic again now?"

You quietly whisper to Sorlu, "If you are ready."

Sorlu whispers to the group, "That will be the last thing I wish to address."

Tabubu nods understandingly at Bakarus.

Sorlu nods.

You chuckle.

You quietly whisper to Sorlu, "Fair enough."

Roelon whispers to the group, "Ah am nae against it. Ah spoke mah piece fir now."

Bakarus nods respectfully.

Bakarus stands up.

Tikba nods respectfully at Bakarus.

Bakarus says, "Eternal Light, all."

Sorlu whispers to the group, "Of course I meant that I wish to address from my own list of subjects. Of course if either of you two have anything more to add, so be it."

Roelon nods at Bakarus.

Bakarus just went south.

Tabubu quietly says, "Kris Har'esh."

Sorlu says, "As many of you know, several weeks ago I reached out to the dwarves of Zul Logoth, Clan Grevnek, inquiring about trade opportunities after the Vaalorians ended our longstanding partnership with Briarmoon Cove."

Sorlu says, "In response, the wise Clan Leader Rodverg sent a representative to Icemule by the name of Sendi. Many of you might might have seen her around town during the night our delegation left for Ta'Vaalor."

Tabubu seems slightly different.

Sorlu says, "After our initial conversation where Sendi was shown a sample of the trade goods Icemule can offer, she returned to Zul Logoth. To be honest, I wasn't certain where we stood. Her parting words of 'but don't hold your breath' did not inspire much confidence."

Sorlu chuckles to himself.

Tikba gazes with interest at Sorlu.

Roelon nods slowly.

You furrow up your face and wince.

Sorlu says, "However, just this past evening I received word from Sendi that Clan Leader Rodverg had become quite fond of the tobacco we could supply, and would indeed like to begin further trade talks."

Sorlu grins slowly.

Aliashyrah nods approvingly.

Sorlu says, "Originally my concern was the loss of food imports, and Sendi confirmed they could offer meats, grains, and salt in return. However, with her most recent contact she has advised that they do have some other options available as well, mentioning both coal and ores as an example."

You quietly exclaim, "Ohh way to build the suspense!"

You quietly say, "Nice."

Sorlu winks at you.

Sorlu says, "As this is a door that is now opening for Icemule, I believe a larger discussion on this needs to be had amongst the Council and Mayor Dabbings. And I, for one, would be curious as to any thoughtful suggestions the good people of Icemule might offer as well."

You quietly say, "That could be most beneficial. the coal and ore especially."

Sorlu nods in agreement to you.

Sorlu says, "I shared that thought."

Sorlu corrects, "Share."

Roelon deeply says, "Aye, our little town is growing, with our half-krolvin friends havin' moved in."

Wolfloner whispers, "Will let you know what I find otu."

You quietly whisper to Wolfloner, "I look forward to your report."

Wolfloner darkly says, "I must take my leave. Grand evening all."

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

Wolfloner just went south.

Temaari stands up.

Temaari just went south.

Falvicar frowns.

Sorlu says, speaking to Roelon, "As much as the food could be beneficial to the town, I imagine there are many ways we might find to use the additional ores to better build defenses."

You quietly say, "The trade talks with Kraken Falls has just begun so I look forward to presenting to the group what comes of that."

Roelon nods slowly.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "Perhaps we can schedule a meeting with Mayor Dabbings, at a time he is available, so that we could discuss these things with him in greater detail."

You say, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "I agree a meeting with the Mayor is due."

Falvicar asks, "So.. when -exactly- will he be available.. since nobody has seens him for almost what.. two weeks now?"

Sorlu says, "And with that, that is all I have to currently report for this month."

Sorlu nods.

Sorlu says, speaking to Falvicar, "We will have to find out from him."

Sorlu chuckles to himself.

Roelon grins at Falvicar.

Falvicar asks, speaking to Sorlu, "And how will we do that if we don't even know where he is?"

You quietly say, "Well Normally we leave word with his Secretary."

Aliashyrah offers, "I believe his secretary is in contact with him."

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

Falvicar says, speaking to you, "That is obviously not working."

Falvicar nods to you.

Falvicar whispers, "With all due respect my Love."

You quietly say, "The Secretary can only take notes .."

Falvicar nods.

You quietly say, "She does not control the Mayor anymore than we do."

You give Falvicar a gentle pat.

Sorlu appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Aliashyrah politely interjects, "I have a matter that I wish to bring before the Council."

Roelon nods at Aliashyrah.

Sorlu raises an eyebrow in Aliashyrah's direction.

Aliashyrah stands up.

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

Tabubu tilts her head back.

You smile at Aliashyrah.

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

You quietly say, "Please Aliashyrah your voice is always welcome here."

Falvicar says, "So.. a missing mayor with nobody knowing where he is.. so he may very well be kidnapped for all we know."

Falvicar shrugs.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Falvicar, "He was..seeen, if only briefly.."

Sorlu looks over at Falvicar and shakes his head.

Roelon glances at Randsford.

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

You mutter not-dead.

Falvicar glances at Roelon.

Randsford shrugs at Roelon.

You mutter good.

You smile at Aliashyrah.

Aliashyrah begins, "Thank you for allowing me to speak. The matter I wish to discuss is one of a rather delicate nature but equally important."

Falvicar says, "Then when? Two weeks is a long time to not be seen."

Falvicar nods at Roelon.

Aliashyrah ponders.

Aliashyrah says, "I will wait."

Aliashyrah sits down.

You say, speaking quietly to Falvicar, "One moment please Dear Aliashyra is trying to speak .."

Tikba turns to face Aliashyrah.

You turn to face Aliashyrah.

Falvicar says, "With all due respect, I was talking first before her."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "He was speaking first."

Falvicar shrugs.

Tabubu stares upward.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "I can wait."

Aliashyrah folds her hands in her lap.

Tabubu turns an inquisitive ear toward Aliashyrah.

You quietly say, "Well then you have the Floor Falvicar continue."

Time drags on by... Roundtime: 2 sec.

Falvicar says, "I was hoping Roelon would share when he was last seen then since I believe we thought it would be two weeks as of today that nobody has seen Mayor Dabbings. If I am wrong then I apolagize."

Dendum grabs a carved gnomish pipe from a warg fur-lined pocket with wyrwood toggles inside of his buckskin jacket.

Dendum clenches his pipe between his teeth and lets it rest there.

Dendum puffs heartily as he lights his pipe, some light smoke rising up in a cloud about him before dispersing into the air.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Falvicar, "He was seen, or someone like his appearence, in Cold Water. When the odd sounds were heard."

Roelon deeply says, "Ah mahself did nae see him. Nae."

Randsford nods at Roelon.

Randsford says, speaking to Falvicar, "A glimpse of someone that resembled but it was only a moment."

Falvicar asks, "When?"

You ask, speaking quietly to Randsford, "Was that on the day the trees were exploding?"

Randsford nods to you.

Sorlu says, "It is not uncommon for Mayor Dabbings to be unseen for periods of time. He keeps himself quite busy."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Falvicar, "It is concerning indeed, if this is what ye wish to express. However, we also dinnae keep our mayor manacled to his desk,"

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You quietly ask, "Has he been since since that day?"

Roelon deeply says, "In this sense, Wehnimers Mayor has something in common with our own."

Roelon grins.

Randsford looks over at you and shakes his head.

Sorlu grins at Roelon.

Randsford says, "Not by me at least."

You quietly say, "So he has been missing for 12 days."

You nod.

Commodore Jaysehn just arrived.

Aliashyrah says, "Missing is a strong word."

You quietly say, "We are concerned."

Roelon nods at Aliashyrah.

Falvicar whispers, "I won't be mentioning the mayor's tardyness if this isn't the case. I didn't mean to upset you."

Randsford nods in agreement at Aliashyrah.

Lord Thrassus just went south.

You quietly say, "But we don't have reason to believe foul play just yet."

Aliashyrah says, "There have been stretches of time where he has had matters to attend and traveled."

Falvicar whispers, "I still haven't heard from Mohrgan yet of my proposed letter."

Tikba politely inquires, "He left no explanation of his business with his secretary?"

Sorlu says, "We don't even know that he is 'missing'...true, he did not inform us as to where he was going, but that doesn't mean he is missing."

You quietly whisper to Falvicar, "Im sorry to hear that. Hey may be very busy."

Roelon deeply says, "He is ah capable fighter, despite his previous injuries."

Aliashyrah nods in agreement at Sorlu.

Dendum says, "He has visited distant kin in the north before and her here."

Dendum says, "Was wondering if they would become mates."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Tikba, "She keeps his matters rather private."

Tikba gazes in amusement at Dendum.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Tikba, "Which is understandable."

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

Falvicar whispers, "I'm not worried so much of Mohrgan. I just dont want to bring Dabbings to Redding if this isn't newsworthy and just being lightly taken."

Falvicar shrugs.

You agree with Aliashyrah.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Aliashyrah.

You ask, speaking quietly to Falvicar, "Do you have anything more to add?"

Falvicar shakes his head.

Aliashyrah says, "A secretary that divulges information too generously may not be the best choice for a mayor."

Aliashyrah suggests, "But perhaps we can confirm with her that she has had some communication from him at least."

Aliashyrah says, "We do not need to know the nature of the communication."

Dendum nods.

Aliashyrah mildly mentions, "I find the missing councillor equally concerning, in truth."

Lilanna adopts an agreeable expression.

Tabubu quietly asks, "Would not the secretary who gives him the messages know if he is missing?"

Aliashyrah asks, "Are your numbers dwindled to three now?"

Sorlu says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "We are uncertain as to the fate of Councillor Gespry at this time."

Aliashyrah nods gravely.

Falvicar whispers, "I would like to share the letter to Lord Redding in my letter to him but only with your permission.. or can just ask him if he wishes to know more of it and why the concern to meet you and i and we share it to him if you are willing.. and if he does show up."

Falvicar nods at Roelon.

Dendum muses, ""Perhaps he is looking for mayor."

Aliashyrah begins chuckling at Dendum!

Everything around you seems to distort for a moment.

You quietly say, "However Gespry is not missing just busy."

Aliashyrah says, "Has anyone inquired with the abbess to see if she has heard or seen the Mayor? It is my understanding that for some time he would regularly visit her and consult with her on matters."

You quietly say, "I have spoken to him even last night."

Sorlu smiles at you.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "That is good to hear."

Aliashyrah adds, "And I believe the portal to the Hinterwilds is located within the abbey as well? Though on that I am unsure as I have not seen nor used it."

You quietly say, "Meaning spoken to Gespry.. not the mayor."

Sorlu nods to you.

Sorlu says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "I have not."

Sorlu says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "But you are correcting in your understanding."

You say, speaking quietly to Aliashyrah, "Ohh that would be an interesting person to ask. I have no ttalked with her either."

Sorlu says, "Correct, rather."

Aliashyrah says, "It is quite likely, especially if whatever keeps him away relates to his trips to the Hinterwilds, that she would be one that has seen him."

You quietly ask, "Isn't Reiphe also supposed to be at the Abby under their care?"

You ponder.

You quietly say, "I've not seen or heard about how he is doing either."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to you, "Last ah heard, his mind is still in pieces."

You nod slowly.

You quietly say, "Aliashyrah did you wish to share your concern? or did you already and I miss it."

Sorlu says, "We will continue to send prayers his way."

Sorlu smiles.

Aliashyrah ponders.

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

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "I have not shared what I had thought to, but perhaps now is not the correct time."

You sigh.

You nod understandingly.

Tikba glances inquiringly at Aliashyrah.

Aliashyrah says, "With the matter of the questions regarding the location and possible safety of the mayor..."

Aliashyrah shrugs.

Jehance just arrived.

Jehance just went south.

Dendum nods once.

Dendum stands up.

Commodore Jaysehn just went south.

Dendum exclaims, "Good Meeting!"

Sorlu asks, "Then are there any other questions before we end the meeting?"

Aliashyrah grins at Dendum.

You smile at Dendum.

Roelon grins at Dendum.

Tabubu shifts her weight.

Tabubu stands up.

Commodore Jaysehn's group just arrived. You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

Your plumille houppelande bends inward for a brief moment.

Hadya nods gratefully at Jaysehn.

Sorlu smiles at Hadya.

Tabubu inclines her head.

Tabubu quietly says, "Kris Har'esh."

Tabubu just went south.

Hadya inclines her head.

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

Hadya quietly says, "Kris Har'esh."

Falvicar nods once at Hadya.

Tikba stands up.

Tikba smiles at Hadya.

Hadya nods respectfully at Falvicar.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Dendum stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Tikba nods respectfully at Hadya.

Hadya nods respectfully at Tikba.

Dendum turns his shoulders to the left in a long, slow stretch.

Dendum nods once.

You hear very soft footsteps.

Aliashyrah asks, speaking to Sorlu, "Did I miss much before my arrival?"

Nalver just arrived.

Sorlu looks thoughtfully at Aliashyrah.

Nalver grins at Roelon.

Nalver says, "Aha."

Roelon grins.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Sorlu, "I believe you were just beggining to speak on borders."

Sorlu says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "Councillor Opalina discussed her deals with Ta'Vaalor."

Nalver chuckles.

Aliashyrah nods slightly.

Tikba just went south.

Falvicar whispers, "That's not quite accurate.. if he's talking of our Good Will Agreement. It's from house to house and private. not directly with Vaalor."

Sorlu says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "And that she recently began to speak with someone who has connections with Kraken Falls. She has hope that this will lead to prosperity for us as well."

Roelon nods at Nalver.

You adopt an agreeable expression.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Aliashyrah says, "Increased trade is a positive thing."

Roelon nods at Aliashyrah.

Nalver asks, "Is this a forum where people are free to speak or ask questions?"

Aliashyrah says, "I had hoped to continue discussions with the Landing to expand possible trade with them, but the current atmosphere is perhaps the wrong time and place."

Sorlu nods at Nalver.

Roelon nods at Aliashyrah.

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

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Aliashyrah, "It was mentioned, aye."

Falvicar whispers, "I'm guessing he's not talking of our Good Will contract then."

You say, speaking quietly to Aliashyrah, "I think we have a trade agreement with landing established."

Roelon deeply asks, "And ah speak of mah continued efforts to hunt Rammael. And our need to enter Briarmoon and figure out who drank the rancid ale?"

Falvicar ponders.

You ask, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "I think I heard that anyway?"

You chuckle at Roelon.

Hadya quietly says, "Perhaps you'd be better off dealing with the merchant of that town, Amos. He's the one with the trade ties if that's what you are wanting."

Nalver says, "Forgive me if this was already discussed. I am just curious why we need more trade? Are we trying to expand and become wealthier? It seems like that would cause more issues down the line if we became a larger player in regional trade and politics."

You quietly say, "I know Amos he's quite lovely."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Hadya, "I have spoken with an associate of his, one of their sitting Councilors."

You take a drink from your white chocolate mocha. A bit of foam clings to your upper lip after you savor the rich mocha flavor.

You have 2 quaffs left.

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

You take a bite of your pulled rolton tart.

You have 2 bites left.

A holy aura radiates from your plumille houppelande.

Roelon deeply says, "Amos ...he is an interestin' one that is."

Falvicar whispers, "Amos and I don't get along too well so you know."

Falvicar nods to you.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Hadya, "Kayse. She asked that I consider sitting on a board of trade, one that will be neutral of town politics and hope to encourage open and free trade between different regions."

Hadya quietly says, "Sorry. It was merely a suggestion."

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "There have been arrangements. I think what Aliashyrah speaks of is.."

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

Hadya looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.

You quietly whisper to Falvicar, "There are alot of folks you don't get along with that I do dear."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Hadya, "It is ah wise suggestion."

Falvicar whispers, "I was just saying.. don't need to worry of me wanting to be a delegate there if dealing with Amos."

Jaysehn says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "She has asked others as well, yes."

Falvicar grins at you.

Jaysehn says, "The idea has merit."

Aliashyrah nods in agreement at Jaysehn.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Jaysehn, "Yes, she mentioned a few names to me when we spoke. It is my hope this idea will come to fruition."

You say, speaking quietly to Aliashyrah, "That could be a really good thing. Perhaps folks from different towns on one board."

Aliashyrah says, "However, the recent unhappiness between Icemule and the Landing does perhaps muddy the waters a bit."

Hadya quietly says, "You wouldn't be dealing with the government directly. Trade is often a better route... a way paved with silvers offers less resistence."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "That is the idea, yes."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Jaysehn says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "All the more reason for a framework that supercede and move around the political posturing."

Falvicar whispers, "But i do get along with Thadston. At least we respect each other."

Sorlu says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "I still encourage you to take her up on that offer. It would be good to have someone of Icemule able to keep a close eye on things there."

You quietly whisper to Falvicar, "That is good."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Sorlu, "I have already agreed to be part of such a board, if it is able to be established."

Sorlu nods.

Roelon nods at Aliashyrah.

You say, speaking quietly to Aliashyrah, "It wouldn't hurt."

Aliashyrah smiles.

Aliashyrah nods slightly.

Aliashyrah says, "Indeed."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Nalver, "Though I am not a councilor, I believe that expanding trade is sought in the hopes of creating stronger bonds with surrounding areas and avoiding issues like we faced when we lost our trade with Briarmoon Cove."

Sorlu adopts an agreeable expression.

Nalver says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "I would like to frame that point from a different perspective."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Aliashyrah, "Ah agree. With such, if one is suddenly taken away, ah town would nae suffer great loss because of it."

You agree with Roelon.

Nalver asks, "What if we lost the trade with Briarmoon Cove because something happened to and them?"

Nalver says, "Not because someone wanted to cut us out."

Nalver says, "Happened to them, even."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Nalver, "This is also ah concern."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Nalver, "That is possible, but it does not change the ultimate effects of the loss of trade."

Nalver asks, "And what is the ultimate effect? Are we not thriving to the point where others are seeking refuge here?"

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Nalver, "Mah sources hae nae reported back from there. If they indeed went there."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Nalver, "Expanding trade is a step towards making Icemule stronger and more resilient to changes, both political, trade, possible unseen forces."

You hear very soft footsteps.

You take a drink from your white chocolate mocha. Sweet chocolate and bitter coffee mingle deliciously. You have one quaff left.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Nalver, "If something has happened to Briarmoon and when all is settled they wish to reopen trade, that would be a boon, not a detriment to Icemule."

You take a drink from your white chocolate mocha.

That was the last of it!

Nalver says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "I don't doubt that. It just seems like we are trying to solve a problem when we don't even know what the true issue is."

You take a bite of your pulled rolton tart.

You have one bite left.

You take a bite of your pulled rolton tart. The varied textures of crunchy bacon and soft cheese play off one another and turn each bite into something more than its simple ingredients.

That was the last of it!

Nalver says, "And jumping to conclusions about who is to blame for what."

Hadya says, speaking quietly to Jaysehn, "That is true, yes."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Nalver, "I believe we are doing both. Efforts are still being made to contact Briarmoon Cove, but that does not supplement our supplies in the meantime."

Hadya says, speaking quietly to Jaysehn, "I thought she was."

Nalver asks, "Are we actually low on supplies?"

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Nalver, "The reports we have received would suggest so, yes. Though Hazelnut perhaps exagerated, there is still a need to replace the lost trade."

Jaysehn looks over at Hadya and shakes his head.

Jaysehn says, "No, I don't believe so."

Nalver asks, "Wasn't the trade from Briarmoon more in the form of non-necessary things. Fashion items and luxuries?"

Jaysehn says, "Hazelnut seemed to exaggerate a great deal from time to time."

Dendum says, speaking to Nalver, ""Was told grain."

Jaysehn says, "Even sometimes making claims that seemed of wholecloth."

Jaysehn says, "I hope he is well."

You say, speaking quietly to Nalver, "No specialty pies."

Hadya quietly says, "Perhaps that one is just overdramatic."

Aliashyrah says, speaking casually to Jaysehn, "It is the nature of bards to embellish."

Jaysehn says, "Possible."

Nalver says, "It would seem more concerning that we lost the farm land in the Crawling Shores over anything else."

Jaysehn says, "Dangerous to do so in affairs of state."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Nalver, "That is another concern, as well as the farmland that was tainted by Zeban the lich."

You agree with Aliashyrah.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Nalver, "Even more reason that these new trade agreements are being sought and put in place at a crucial time."

With a slight roll of his shoulder, Randsford slides a white eonake knight's aegis bound by shimmering silver and imbedded with emeralds that form the symbol of the goddess Oleani free and grips it tightly in one hand. A spray of silvery white motes skitters over the surface of the aegis before fizzling out with a fading howl.

Hadya says, speaking quietly to Jaysehn, "Yes, it is the nature of those in politics to remain or appear forthright."

Aliashyrah grins at Hadya.

Roelon grins.

Jaysehn smirks at Hadya.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Hadya, "The opperative word being appear."

Nalver says, "Please do not take what I am saying to diminish our efforts to gain new trade. It just seems like having recently seen a lich, well two actually, from the council of ten in new forms and a Claw of Andelas that used our town for expriments to be something that would be more pressing."

Nalver says, "Especially when there are signs to point that the same things could be happening in Briarmoon."

Falvicar ponders.

Aliashyrah asks, speaking to Roelon, "Perhaps you may wish to share your efforts again?"

A holy aura radiates from your plumille houppelande.

Nalver asks, "Has anyone ever brought up that Moonsedge traded with Briarmoon?"

Jaysehn says, speaking to Nalver, "I share your concern on the more local issues surrounding Icemule. Rather than the far flung squabbles with distant and barely interested elves, I would also like to see a wider effort to reclaim the Crawling shore."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Nalver, "Trade is just one of the matters that has been discussed this evening."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Nalver, "The Claw has nae been forgotten. Ah pay good coin and parted with amazin' kilts in order to find his whereabouts."

Hadya quietly asks, "Kilts?"

Roelon nods at Jaysehn.

Sorlu says, speaking to Nalver, "Councillor Roelon did touch on that earlier in this meeting."

Falvicar nods encouragingly at Nalver.

Roelon nods at Hadya.

Hadya quietly says, "I did not realize kilts were currency, good to know."

Nalver says, "There are some things in Moonsedge that show that they traded with Moonsedge and the Human Empire."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Hadya, "In truth, the most precious thing to Councillor Roelon are his kilts."

Nalver says, "Within the last 15 years with the humans."

Jaysehn nods at Nalver.

Jaysehn says, "There is a fortified castle of vampire and their horrors not far from town. I agree, this should be an immediate concern."

Aliashyrah clarifies, speaking to Hadya, "As far as currency is concerned."

Hadya inquires, speaking quietly to Roelon, "Kilts or the tartan?"

Roelon grins slowly.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Hadya, "That might require another meetin' to discuss."

Roelon wiggles his eyebrows.

Nalver asks, "Can I speak briefly about that and how they may tie together?"

Aliashyrah laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Roelon.

(Hadya chuckles quietly.)

Roelon nods slowly.

Mayor Arrives

Talliver just arrived.

Roelon blinks.

Jaysehn glances at Talliver.

You bow to Talliver.

Jaysehn says, "Well...he's no longer missing."

Roelon deeply says, "Ma..Mayor.."

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

You see Talliver Dabbings.

He appears to be a Paradis Halfling.

He is tallish and has a fighter's build. He appears to be in the flower of life. He has stern glacial blue eyes and weathered skin. He has short-cropped, greying curly brown hair worn in a military cut. He has a hard face, a sharp nose and a wiry arms that are corded with muscle. He has more than a few scars.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing an old silver locket, a heavy fur coat, a high-necked pale blue doublet with carved ivory mule buttons, a light grey cotton shirt, a forged silver signet ring, a curved hoarbeam scabbard set with a shining blue sapphire fang, some dark grey combed wool trousers, and a pair of polished black leather boots.

Nalver says, "Barlan Kane commented about how his child perished, from a state of undead, before they found the secrets of the blood in the half-krolvin strigoi. I think he said that it was Zeban or Rammael that was the one that found it."

Jaysehn gives a quick nod and tips his hat to Talliver.

Talliver says, "Good evening."

Dendum says, "Well there is lost mayor."

Lilanna nods to Talliver in greeting.

Randsford nods to Talliver in greeting.

Aliashyrah stands up.

You quietly say, "Good evening Mayor Talliver."

Sorlu smiles at Talliver.

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

Jaysehn says, speaking to Nalver, "Zeban."

Jaysehn nods at Nalver.

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

Aliashyrah says, "That settles one matter."

Nalver says, "Then shortly after, we find Rammael has left town and a weird door we cannot go through. Then we find another door in Moonsedge that we cannot go through."

Aliashyrah grins.

Hadya nods respectfully at Talliver.

Aliashyrah selects an available padded seat and makes her way over to it, quietly taking a spot.

Tikba just arrived.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Talliver, "It is quite good to see ye in the flesh."

Nalver asks, "If one was experimenting with the unliving and met resistance, would they not go somewhere and want the eyes turned away from them? Somewhere smaller?"

Roelon surveys the area.

Sorlu grins at Roelon.

Talliver nods at Roelon.

Roelon grins.

Talliver says, "It's good to see everyone."

Nalver nods at Talliver.

Roelon nods once.

Nalver says, "To make the point here..."

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "We were just finishing updating the locals on current events."

You hear someone muttering that Mayor Dabbings has been sighted around Clovertooth Hall.

As Dendum pushes his shimmering trinket, a shimmer of light briefly overtakes his form.

Talliver leans against an expansive cedar and pine stage.

Nalver says, "I believe that Rammael moved on to somewhere else, possibly Briarmoon."

Talliver says, "I believe I owe people some updates as well."

Roelon nods at Nalver.

Talliver quickly says, "But please, continue."

Aliashyrah nods encouragingly at Talliver.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Nalver, "Also ah suggestion ah passed through."

Roelon nods slowly.

High Lord Grutak just arrived.

Nalver says, "And I believe that we could get some answers from these doors. They might just be portals between places or even portals to other planes."

Sir Geijon just arrived.

Roelon nods at Grutak.

Nalver says, "But..."

Geijon gibbers incoherently.

You say, speaking quietly to Nalver, "I agre that could be a possiblity."

Sorlu nods to Grutak in greeting.

Jaysehn says, "Nalver is just speaking some good, plain wisdom about the problems of undead in and around Icemule. Its a growing problem."

Dendum remarks, speaking to Talliver, ""Eh could have showed up an hour earlier and stopped debate about where is the mayor."

Roelon grins at Dendum.

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

Aliashyrah begins chuckling at Dendum!

Tikba gazes in amusement at Dendum.

Sorlu grins at Dendum.

Geijon put a gleaming rune-scribed maul in his threaded war harness.

Nalver says, "There is one person who may have been in Moonsedge and is now living and not there. Who just happens to use a door to magically transport herself..."

Nalver stares at Talliver.

Nalver says, speaking to Talliver, "The woman Kolita I spoke about."

Jaysehn says, "Moonsedge. The Crawling Shore....and, if the Council is to be believed, Icemule now claims the land...and the troubles...of the Hinterwild as well."

Dendum adds, speaking to Talliver, ""However is good to see the Dabbings well."

Nalver shrugs.

Talliver looks thoughtfully at Nalver.

Woulfgar just strode in.

Perigourd just arrived.

Geijon selects an available padded seat and makes his way over to it, quietly taking a spot.

Perigourd turns toward Talliver and renders a sharp hand salute.

Geijon waves to Perigourd.

Nalver says, "In a place of non-answers, it seems like something that could be a place to start."

Perigourd turns toward Geijon and renders a sharp hand salute.

The lust for blood fades from Perigourd's eyes.

Tikba nods to Perigourd in greeting.

Talliver says, speaking to Jaysehn, "We have no such claim."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Jaysehn, "The scars left by Zeban are many."

Geijon smiles.

Geijon nods.

Perigourd bows to Tikba.

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

Jaysehn says, speaking to Talliver, "Your Council seems to differ, sir."

Perigourd cocks his head at Geijon.

Nalver asks, "Also, how do they have ki-lin meat in Moonsedge if they were not pulling things from another plane?"

Leeandra just arrived.

Commodore Blighe's group just arrived.

Sorlu corrects, speaking to Jaysehn, "The Council did state that such a thing would need to be discussed with the Mayor."

You say, speaking quietly to Jaysehn, "Well not quite worded like that. But yes We wanted to ask if Icemule territory extended that far."

Nalver asks, "Could that explain how Zeban came back in his new form?"

Roelon grins at Nalver.

Jaysehn nods.

Geijon grins at Perigourd.

Talliver says, speaking to Jaysehn, "Let's let them speak for themselves."

Perigourd nods at Geijon.

Jaysehn nods.

Woulfgar quietly says, "When did lean li;"

Roelon nods at Talliver.

Jaysehn says, "I may have....misunderstood."

Nalver says, "Lots of speculation, but there is one lead."

Randsford nods in agreement at Talliver.

Talliver scans the room. He looks weary.

Woulfgar mutters under his breath.

Lilanna grins at Woulfgar.

Roelon pours himself some steaming whiskey-spiked coffee.

Perigourd nods at Geijon.

Roelon deeply says, "Looks like ye need this."

Hadya quietly asks, "I mean no disrespect, but... why would you want control over a cursed place?"

Roelon offers Talliver some steaming whiskey-spiked coffee.

Geijon points at Hadya.

Leeandra just went south.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Hadya, "I believe it is only a matter of wishing to better define the borders of Icemule, not so much wishing to control the Hinterwilds."

Roelon asks, speaking deeply to Sorlu, "Ye spoke of definin' our borders aye?"

Woulfgar leans on Lilanna, giving her a companionable grin.

You remove a glass of champagne cocktail from in your white bearskin coat.

Sorlu looks thoughtfully at Talliver.

Grutak takes a moment to observe Talliver.

Roelon nods once.

Hadya quietly says, "I'm genuinely curious to hear what the council has to say."

You lift your champagne cocktail to your nose and sniff, detecting notes of strawberry and citrus in the champagne.

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Hadya smiles at Aliashyrah.

Talliver rummages around in his pockets.

You take a drink from your champagne cocktail.

You have 23 quaffs left.

Talliver accepts Roelon's whiskey-spiked coffee.

Lilanna turns toward Grutak and renders a sharp hand salute.

Sorlu says, speaking to Roelon, "Indeed. I feel it is an important thing at this point."

Perigourd cocks his head at Jaysehn.

Grutak nods at Lilanna.

Jaysehn whispers something to Perigourd.

Talliver folds his arms, grasping his shoulders.

Your plumille houppelande bends inward for a brief moment.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Aliashyrah, "Why Icemule is the entire north here."

Geijon begins chuckling at Talliver!

Roelon glances at Talliver.

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

Dendum informs, speaking to Hadya, ""Ahh...council had meeting that was ending just before arrived."

Aliashyrah says, speaking demurely to Hadya, "Of course. My apologies."

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You see Lady Aliashyrah Ilthaerhys.

She appears to be an Illistim Elf.

She is average height. She appears to be youthful. She has wide-set jade green eyes and alabaster skin. She has waist length, glossy auburn hair tousled into a textured bun that is barely restrained by a simply woven circlet of wilt-edged sanguineous roses and star-shaped moonlight white flowers. She has a delicate face, a classical nose and a generous mouth. She has a pair of eahnor chevrons adorned with some raven's feathers dangling from her ears.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a jade-leafed silver-cast tuberose pendant on a thin chain, a backless obsidian satin robe split along each side to reveal jade silk lining, a black leather satchel clasped with an onyx eye, some thick double leather, a front-laced obsidian leather corset with sheer side paneling accentuating the curve of the hips, a faceted black thorn ring, a bug-eyed shrunken goblin head strung from a fraying length of knotted hemp, some black leather pants, and a pair of hellebore black rose-pressed leather high-heeled boots.

You see Hadya Kha'Taymullah the High Priestess of Luukos.

She appears to be a Human of the Tehir tribes.

She is short and has a thin petite frame. She appears to be youthful. She has viridian-hearted dark amber eyes and smooth, pale copper skin. She has very long, sable hair adorned in a sextet of long copper hairpins that taper to sharp points arranged in a piercing arc through an elaborately braided chignon. She has a slender face, the bone-structure of which further accents her delicate features. She has a jagged, scale-indented scar across her neck. Her waist is narrow.

She has a tattoo of arabesque malachite tracery gracing her left temple, a thin column of serpentine malachite tracery tattooed on her chin, a wavy ophidian mark, matching tattoos of sinuous malachite script winding around her forearms, a seven-headed malachite sidewinder tattoo on her wrist, and an intricate tattooed malachite pattern that covers the back of her hands.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing an asp-framed dark emerald pendant, a sleeveless dark umber wool overrobe framed in bronze-threaded serpentine accents over a robe of dusky green pashmina with suede latticing from shoulders to wrists, a bronze-framed bone reliquary, a solid silver tisrin inlaid with dark bone shards, a copper-banded acacia signet ring, and some bronzed umber yierka hide shoes laced with green satin cord.

Geijon scrubs his hand through his long golden brown hair in frustration.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You take a drink from your champagne cocktail. The sweet velvet-like texture of the champagne mingle with the effervescent notes of strawberry and citrus across your palate. Garnished with sliced strawberries, the medley of flavors in the champagne drink combine to create a complex sip.

You have 22 quaffs left.

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "Considering the blood ties between the far north and Icemule, we see no reason to not include that region, one that we often protect, as part of our greater municipality."

Talliver says, "Begging the Council's pardon, but I doubt we could enforce such a claim."

Woulfgar agrees with Sorlu.

Oddly enough, Perigourd seems somewhat less buoyant.

Sorlu cocks his head at Talliver.

Randsford nods at Talliver.

Roelon nods slowly.

Woulfgar peers quizzically at Talliver.

Jaysehn folds his hands behind his back.

Geijon agrees with Talliver.

Talliver says, speaking to Sorlu, "However, Cold River is countless miles away and a mere leap through a portal, depending on the route you take."

You quietly ask, "What of Pinefar? is that Part of Icemule Territory?"

Geijon says, "Koar may claim it."

Geijon nods slowly.

Queatus just arrived.

Roelon grins at Geijon.

Tikba nods to Queatus in greeting.

Nalver says, speaking defeatedly to Roelon, "And maybe the door in Moonsedge is not keeping us out, but keeping something in."

Perigourd asks, speaking to Sorlu, "Icemule has stationed guards in Cold River?"

Roelon deeply says, "Koar may claim many things."

Nalver shrugs.

Queatus waves to Tikba.

Perigourd raises an eyebrow in Sorlu's direction.

A faint silvery glow fades from around Nalver.

Talliver says, speaking to you, "Pinefar unquestionably has ties to Icemule Trace."

Sorlu says, speaking to Perigourd, "We have heroic sorts constantly battling the evils up there."

Nalver says, speaking to Roelon, "No one seems to care and I sound like a Zeliate."

Sorlu nods at Perigourd.

Nalver asks, "Zelite?"

Perigourd says, speaking to Sorlu, "Indeed, but they are not all Icemulian."

Nalver ponders.

Woulfgar quietly asks, "The question I have, is that after all this time, and how long we in Icemule have been here and ties with everything northward, why now do we have to define our borders?"

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Nalver, "It is better to be one and know many things."

Woulfgar glances at Talliver.

Roelon nods at Nalver.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Woulfgar, "The simple answer, because they have been called into question."

Tikba says, speaking amusedly to Nalver, "Zelian."

Geijon whispers something to Perigourd.

Sorlu says, speaking to Perigourd, "I assume you are correct, but know not where you'd heading with this."

Woulfgar quietly asks, "By whom?"

Sorlu says, speaking to Perigourd, "You asked if we guard that region, and indeed we have."

Jaysehn grins at Hadya.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Talliver, "Ah believe the concern stems from where the Vaalorians go to unload suppllies up the mountain."

Perigourd chuckles.

Talliver slowly empties his lungs.

Jaysehn whispers something to Nalver.

Randsford nods in agreement at Roelon.

Roelon deeply says, "Or rather what appears to be."

Randsford asks, speaking to Talliver, "Was that encampment set with your authority?"

Perigourd says, speaking to Sorlu, "Your inference seemed to indicate that the town itself was responsible for guarding Cold River, as compared to indpenedent adventurers from all walks of Elanith."

Randsford raises an eyebrow in Talliver's direction.

Grutak asks, speaking to Talliver, "Is it your intention to surrender the Hinterwilds?"

Talliver shifts his weight off of the front of the stage and begins pacing back and forth.

Nalver squints at Jaysehn.

Perigourd says, "And as such was part of the reason it ought to be considered the territory of Icemule."

A pale white aura dances across your plumille houppelande.

You begin to watch Talliver intently out of the corner of your eyes, while trying not to be too obvious about it.

Roelon shifts his weight.

Roelon surveys the area.

Woulfgar quietly says, "Again I ask, by whom, who is questioning, and for what prestense/."

Perigourd says, "But perhaps I misunderstood."

Perigourd smiles.

Jaysehn says, speaking to Perigourd, "I did point out that Illistim has equal access to the Hinterwilds."

You hear very soft footsteps.

Jaysehn shrugs.

Sorlu says, speaking to Perigourd, "We do provide a great deal of support. I don't believe that a few travellers who pass through that area discount our work." Opalina smiles as she crosses her legs in her chair watching the Mayor pace

Roelon furrows his brow.

Randsford says, speaking to Grutak, "If we are to be a Free North then Tribia and other inhabitents of the Hinterwilds should state if they wish to join Icemule."

You take a drink from your champagne cocktail.

You have 21 quaffs left.

Missoni flounces in amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.

Jaysehn asks, "Unless the goal is to antagonize yet another city of the East?"

Sorlu says, "And of course, there is the matter of the blood ties between the two regions."

Aliashyrah grins at Hadya.

Roelon whispers, "Ah am concerned. He is alive, aye. But ...."

Tikba nods at Randsford.

Perigourd nods in agreement at Randsford.

Hadya inclines her head.

Tikba mildly murmurs, "Surely Cold River is claimed first by the people of Cold River."

You quietly whisper to Roelon, "He does seem a little ansy ya?"

Grutak asks, speaking to Talliver, "You lead here. Not the Vaalorians, not the Illistani, not the Empire. YOU. Do you surrender?"

Sorlu says, speaking to Jaysehn, "Who would this claim antagonize? I'm a bit confused."

Jaysehn nods in agreement at Tikba.

Roelon nods to you.

Talliver says, "It's been my experience that those who have been through battle--real, bloody battle, with death and smoke and screams--are the least likely to call for more of it."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Woulfgar, "I believe the matter of the borders of Icemule first was raised during a court session in Vornavis."

Perigourd says, speaking to Talliver, "Very true."

Talliver says, "Still, I think it's time for plain speech."

Roelon nods at Talliver.

Jaysehn turns an inquisitive ear toward Talliver.

Sorlu nods at Talliver.

Geijon says, "A lot of all people were invested when Cold River, which it became was troubled by a lich of the Council of Ten, Voln for instance and rumors of V'Tulls survival, near all who fought against the dark alliance in th' First and Second Griffin Sword War."

Sorlu says, "Of course."

You bite your lip.

Missoni folds her hands.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Talliver, "I have been, and will do again."

Geijon says, "Well...Zerroth, V'Tull's Champion."

Roelon deeply says, "War is nae the bulls eye we aim fir. At least fir mahself in this regards."

Sorlu agrees with Roelon.

Sorlu says, speaking to Roelon, "It is to escape one."

Talliver says, speaking to Sorlu, "Icemule Trace isn't starving. Ta'Vaalor's response to your colossal faux pas was expectedly petty, a reminder of our measure against their might."

Geijon closes his eyes for a moment.

Nalver attempts to hum a merry little tune.

Talliver says, "And even if we'd been singularly reliant upon food from Briarmoon to survive, Wehnimer's Landing has come through."

Sorlu folds his arms over his chest.

Roelon nods slowly.

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Talliver.

Geijon nods at Talliver.

Talliver stops pacing, his boots making a loud clack on the floor.

You whisper, "Ooo see landing trade was established I thought I heard that somewhere." to your group.

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "But now, we have new opportunities..."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Talliver, "Something ah wish is still maintained..."

Roelon nods to you.

You adopt an agreeable expression.

Talliver says, "However, it's clear to me that we've moved further down a road of troubles. It doesn't much matter where that road began, but where it ends."

Roelon slowly empties his lungs.

Aliashyrah turns an inquisitive ear toward Talliver.

Talliver says, "Ta'Vaalor must exit our territory."

Queatus grins.

Roelon pulls the folds of his black woolen kilt more tightly around his waist.

Randsford nods in agreement at Talliver.

You give your eyebrow a little workout.

Woulfgar agrees with Talliver.

Jaysehn raises an eyebrow.

Randsford glances east.

Sorlu smiles.

Jaysehn asks, "Are they....in...your territory?"

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

Roelon nods slowly at Randsford.

Talliver points eastward, as if he can see the fortress in the mountains.

Dendum nods grimly.

Talliver says, "That isn't something we can stop."

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Talliver.

Sorlu leans leisurely on his Nalfein-styled cane, a thoughtful expression upon his face.

Roelon nods at Talliver.

Talliver says, "However, airships flying over our town? It's pettiness and it should be called out for what it is."

Geijon nods at Perigourd.

Everything around you seems to distort for a moment.

Queatus adopts an agreeable expression.

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "You may believe it can not be stopped, but do you not find it alarming that the Vaalorians, after all this time, only now state they need to take up such close residence? Surely this 'air base' was never needed in the past for their flights to be successful."

You quietly ask, "What do you suggest Mayor?"

Woulfgar agrees with Sorlu.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Sorlu, "It carries Cargo now, which it seems they unload up there."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Perigourd cocks his head at Roelon.

Talliver says, "I believe I must write to King Qalinor and inform him of our stance."

Geijon leans back.

Woulfgar quietly asks, "Wonder how welcoming they would be if we went and built a fortress near Ta'Vaalor?"

Queatus nods at Dendum.

Dendum says, speaking to Talliver, "'Communication across the mountain seems to be being stopped."

Grutak asks, "Which is what exactly?"

Nalver says, speaking to Talliver, "I believe he is holding court soon."

Perigourd adjusts his golvern plate-and-mail, improving its ability to support the weight of his gear.

Missoni ponders.

Woulfgar quietly says, "The answer has been painstakingly clear by how they are not very welcoming."

Geijon asks, speaking to Woulfgar, "I say this with less humor than it appears, but would they serve tarts?"

Perigourd nods at Roelon.

Talliver says, "I'm not a seneschal with silken words and slicing wit."

Roelon grins.

Queatus grins.

You quietly say, "There is a court session tomorrow. It's closed to all but citizens."

Tikba reticently smooths and straightens out the organza fabric of her surplice.

Woulfgar grins at Geijon.

Geijon asks, "What are th' values of Icemule?"

Talliver says, "I'm a soldier and I believe Qalinor is as well."

Roelon nods at Talliver.

Falvicar rubs his eyes.

Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.

Perigourd says, speaking to Talliver, "One to another then."

You quietly say, "'that is true."

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "And what is your position that you will deliver to the King."

Tikba politely suggests, "King Qalinor is a soldier, to be sure. High Chamberlain Retassal may be something else."

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Geijon, "A freedom that welcomes the misplaced and misunderstood, for the most part, as long as they be peaceful."

Roelon agrees with Tikba.

Queatus agrees with Tikba.

Queatus mutters under his breath.

Hadya summons a torrent of spiritual mana and releases upon herself a flurry of abjurations.

Talliver says, "If two soldiers cannot have plain words, then Vaalor honor is not worth its legend. I believe them to be an honorable people: I will let them prove it. No more tricks of the tongue or underhanded innuendos."

Aliashyrah nods at Talliver.

Randsford nods slowly.

Falvicar nods at Talliver.

Jaysehn says, "King Qalinor is a temperate and wise sovereign. I suspect he will appreciate direct talk."

Roelon deeply says, "We need to end this dance, ah agree."

Grutak asks, speaking to Talliver, "Do you intend to tell your people what those plain words are first?"

You hear very soft footsteps.

Woulfgar agrees with Talliver.

You hear very soft footsteps.

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Jaysehn.

Tikba shrugs her shoulders slightly, lifting her wings slightly.

Woulfgar nods at Roelon.

Talliver says, speaking to Grutak, "My message will be sent with the consent of the Council. This is too important for me to lead by decree."

Nalver ponders.

Geijon agrees with Woulfgar.

Falvicar whispers, "Wonders I if indeed he did write the letter then. but good to at least see him."

Strong winds can be heard coming from outside.

Talliver says, "I expect and request that the commonfolk of Icemule Trace be heard on this matter, as well."

Talliver nods.

Sorlu nods.

Sorlu says, "Of course."

Tikba whispers something to Missoni.

Roelon nods once.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Talliver, "Well said."

Talliver says, speaking to Sorlu, "Unilateral action got us into this. A communal response will lead us out."

Missoni whispers something to Tikba.

Roelon glances at Sorlu.

Sorlu smiles at Talliver.

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "I agree. Together we stand, divided we fall...as they say."

Tikba nods at Missoni.

Talliver takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

You hear very soft footsteps.

Perigourd begins chuckling at Geijon!

Geijon chuckles.

Queatus says, "Democracy, you say? Interesting."

Defender of Mist Harbor Teaberry just arrived.

Queatus nods.

Crossing her legs at the ankles, Teaberry slowly lowers herself to the floor and sits tailor fashion.

Aliashyrah says, speaking respectfully to Talliver, "In that vein, I have something I wish to discuss once you are done, if permitted, Mayor."

Roelon hugs Teaberry, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "Until you take a stance, tensions and continued interjections by forgien powers will continue in our town."

Tikba gazes in amusement at Queatus.

Sorlu adds, "Indeed it is tragic that the decision forced on one so many years ago has brought about such conflict."

Missoni smiles at Teaberry.

Sorlu slowly empties his lungs.

Queatus grins at Tikba.

Talliver says, speaking sharply to Grutak, "I don't like how you work."

Randsford says, speaking to Grutak, "I believe he did just take a stand. It is now up to the rest of us to come together."

Talliver says, "I think you're bloodthirsty and short-sighted, Grutak."

Geijon whispers something to Perigourd.

Jaysehn nods in agreement.

Queatus grins.

Falvicar nods in agreement at Talliver.

Geijon chuckles.

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "Never said I wasn't."

Roelon slowly empties his lungs.

Sorlu glances between Talliver and Grutak.

Talliver says, speaking to Grutak, "However, I can't fault your desire to keep Icemule Trace clear of unwanted interventions. And these interventions have become unwanted."

Grutak nods at Talliver.

Sorlu adopts an agreeable expression.

Grutak says, "That's all I ask."

Jaysehn says, "You asked for murder."

Woulfgar adopts an agreeable expression.

Jaysehn nods at Grutak.

Jaysehn says, "At least own it."

Hadya gives a short little hum of surprise.

Sorlu says, "Grutak has, more than many, shown his willingness to stand up and fight for Icemule."

The dim aura fades from around Dendum.

Dendum begins to breathe less deeply.

The dully illuminated mantle protecting Dendum begins to falter, then completely fades away.

Sorlu nods at Grutak.

Geijon agrees with Perigourd.

Roelon folds his arms over his chest.

Sorlu says, speaking to Grutak, "We applaud your efforts, Commander."

The dim aura fades from around Randsford.

Randsford begins to breathe less deeply.

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "I never, ever, deny what I claim I do."

Missoni sets her mouth in a thin line of disapproval.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Sorlu, "This much is true."

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "I stand up for my actions."

Talliver firmly says, "The Vaalor will withdraw from our airspace."

Sorlu nods at Talliver.

Roelon deeply asks, "Much like Sablo, nae?"

You say, speaking quietly to Talliver, "I think it would be good for you to speak with the King. There is much red tape that you will need to fight through to see him."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Randsford asks, speaking to Talliver, "And if they were to refuse?"

Tikba grins at Roelon.

Grutak says, speaking to Randsford, "Not the time."

Teaberry nods to you.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Randsford, "This is the question.."

Roelon shifts his weight.

Falvicar leans over and whispers, "Hmm wonder if him and the King would dance."

Aliashyrah agrees with Roelon.

Falvicar grins at you.

Perigourd nods at Geijon.

You roll your eyes at Falvicar.

Aliashyrah says, "One step at a time."

Geijon cocks his head.

You quietly whisper to Falvicar, "Your so silly."

You tickle Falvicar in his sensitive spot, causing him to giggle.

Jaysehn says, speaking to Roelon, "He tried to hire ships to engage in piracy, plunder and the killing of innocents so that he could send back a shipment of well intended supplies. I hope your reputation holds and you do not applaud this."

Falvicar blushes a crimson shade at you, clearing his throat with embarrassment!

Geijon says, speaking to Grutak, "I wonder what Valicar would think of this, and you."

Geijon ponders.

Talliver says, speaking to Randsford, "That is not an option Icemule Trace will accept."

Dendum nods grimly.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Jaysehn, "Ah dinnae condone those actions,"

Randsford nods understandingly at Talliver.

Queatus says, "Really? That doesn't sound like something Grutak would do."

Jaysehn says, "Then be wary of condoning the man behind it."

Woulfgar quietly asks, "Yeah. speaking of, what happened to Valicar?"

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "I do have some positive news to report to you as well."

Tikba politely suggests, "You will want to ensure your visit is announced in advance. I understand the previous delegation's announcement was lost in the mail."

Hadya quietly reasons, "If you come to the Vaalor respectfully and firmly, I am certain they will be reasonable."

A holy aura radiates from your plumille houppelande.

Geijon smiles at Missoni.

Grutak says, "It's close. Just like any devil it's got shading of the truth."

You whisper, "Well what could go wrong.." to your group.

Teaberry says, "We're a town. A tiny town. And they're a country. A very big one. They're doing us a courtesy by just treating us as political equals."

Perigourd appears less confident.

Queatus nods at Hadya.

Geijon grins at Missoni.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Tikba, "I believe the previous delegation's announcement was sent by the Mayor himself."

Aliashyrah chuckles.

Missoni flashes a quick grin.

Nalver says, speaking to Teaberry, "We are a nation ourself."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Talliver, "If it comes to such, so be it. But ye said it before as Teaberry also states."

Falvicar nods.

Tikba says, speaking mildly to Aliashyrah, "As I said, you will want to ensure it arrives."

Talliver says, "I've read Hazelnut's reports of the diplomatic trip."

Sorlu says, speaking to Teaberry, "I don't like to hear that. We have a right to exist...we should not speaking words of appreciation because another has chosen to not yet invade us."

Jaysehn glances at Talliver.

Missoni looks thoughtfully at Talliver.

Geijon grins at Missoni.

Roelon nods slowly.

Tikba says, speaking mildly to Aliashyrah, "The mail can be so treacherous. Some letters never arrive, while some arrive too readily."

Aliashyrah says, speaking teasingly to Tikba, "Perhaps if we can find Rammael we can inquire after whom he used to send the correspondence as his arrived post haste."

Sorlu agrees with Nalver.

Tikba grins wryly at Aliashyrah.

Tikba nods in agreement at Aliashyrah.

Woulfgar agrees with Nalver.

Roelon nods at Tikba.

Hadya quietly reminds, "The Vaalor, all of them are required to serve a century in the military. I think you should definitely consider the route of the diplomat."

Talliver says, "I know that our diplomats were mocked for asserting Icemule Trace's sovereignty."

Aliashyrah nods slowly at Talliver.

Sorlu frowns.

Teaberry nods at Talliver.

Talliver says, "And, truth be told, we are just a small town on our own."

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Geijon.

Grutak agrees with Talliver.

Roelon nods at Talliver.

Falvicar nods reassuringly at Talliver.

Teaberry nods at Talliver.

Talliver asks, "But if we serve no nation, then are we not ourselves sovereign?"

Perigourd says, speaking to Talliver, "I think having handled the Council of Ten, and the V'reen, it's earned a degree of it's own right to sovreign territory."

Grutak agrees with Talliver.

Queatus agrees with Talliver.

You quietly say, "Sadly I don't think you will get audiance with the king Sir."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Roelon nods once.

Adopting an agreeable expression, Dendum nods at Talliver.

Randsford nods in agreement at Talliver.

Geijon smiles at Missoni.

Roelon deeply says, "That we are."

Nalver says, speaking to Perigourd, "You change your tone quite quick."

Geijon peers quizzically at you.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Hadya, "You laud them, yet demean us, and obviosuly have little knowledge of all we have stood against over the years, long beofre the Elven nations were re-discovered."

Perigourd asks, speaking to Nalver, "In that I wish Icemule safe?"

Perigourd raises an eyebrow in Nalver's direction.

Jaysehn raises an eyebrow in Woulfgar's direction.

Jaysehn glances at Hadya.

You quietly say, "But who knows .... Not me Those Vaalorians are pretty strict on their access to him."

Hadya asks, speaking quietly to Woulfgar, "How is it I demean you?"

Geijon closes his eyes for a moment.

Tikba says, speaking lightly to Woulfgar, "I do not believe the elves had forgotten their location."

Sorlu says, speaking to Perigourd, "We choose free will over safety."

Sorlu nods at Perigourd.

Sorlu adds, "Most of us, at least."

Teaberry says, "We're not equipped for war, though, even if we are a sovereign town."

You exclaim, speaking quietly to Geijon, "Don't get me wrong I think it's a great idea for them to speak!"

Nalver says, speaking to Perigourd, "In that you were just days ago arguing that Ta'Vaalor could build where they weant because we have no claim."

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Hadya, "By yer tone, of laud to Vaalor, and that we should cower in diplomacy, that goes both ways."

Missoni gets a blank look on her face.

Jaysehn rubs his steel grey eyes.

Missoni flounces south amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.

Hadya says, speaking quietly to Woulfgar, "I do not, I have no love for the Vaalor, but I know what they are about."

Geijon says, speaking to you, "Qalinor would give Mayor Talliver an audience."

You see Sir Geijon Khyree the Destroyer.

He appears to be a Giantman of the T'Kirem Clan.

He is very tall. He appears to be advanced in years. He has keen glacial blue eyes and tanned skin. He has long, wind-tousled golden brown hair tousled into a textured bun that is barely restrained by a simply woven circlet of gold-green auroral emeralds and holly. He has an angular face, a straight nose and a small goatee.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing some smoothly articulated mithril field plate reinforced with rolaren, a winterweight cable-knit gilded sienna wool scarf, a rune-carved minotaur horn cylinder, a long black wool surcoat cinched with braided cording, some mithril-traced thick ora arm greaves detailed with argent rampant gryphons, some etched rolaren leg greaves clasped with mithril buckles, a fang-inset greathelm painted with a red-eyed bear visage, an imflass threaded war harness slung over his shoulder, a claw-clasped black cloak, a shaggy dark grey wolf fur satchel, a blackened steel signal horn strung on a black suede cord, a laje-bound deringo badge, a heroic knight clasp, a fine sterling silver earcuff, a faceted ruby studded ora neckchain, a layered oval electrum necklace, a ghastly yew seed pendant suspended by a length of sinew, a gold-linked livery collar with a firestone inset winged phoenix emblem, a square-cut peridot pin, a chiseled star sapphire pin, a gold and star emerald stickpin, a maul-etched golden stickpin, a capacious black canvas backpack, an opal studded gold armband, a resplendent pearl ring inset with a square black and white shield, an onyx and ruby wedding band, a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, a rune-etched dark mithril belt, some supple black leather boots with a reinforced metal shin clasped with mother-of-pearl shields, and a pair of golden spurs.

Perigourd says, speaking to Nalver, "I did not say Ta'Vaalor can build where they want. I believe I asked if there was a survey of where Icemule's territorial borders are."

Perigourd smiles at Nalver.

Geijon says, "King Qalinor."

Hadya asks, speaking quietly to Woulfgar, "I studied history, did you?"

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Hadya, "Then speak with a spine please."

Perigourd says, speaking to Sorlu, "If Icemule chooses to resist in battle, that's their right."

Hadya says, speaking quietly to Woulfgar, "I can speak with my Master's voice if you like."

Sorlu nods at Perigourd.

Roelon nods at Perigourd.

Hadya quietly says, "Ask Grutak how it bites."

Geijon stands up.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Hadya, "I have been history, long beofre you."

Tikba gazes in amusement at Hadya.

Geijon sighs.

Missoni flounces in amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.

Jaysehn says, speaking to Woulfgar, "You are insulting the wrong woman. I'd be cautious."

You say, speaking quietly to Geijon, "I would hope so."

Falvicar glances at Hadya.

Aliashyrah clears her throat.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Jaysehn, "I am surprised by you as well."

Geijon asks, speaking to Woulfgar, "Hadya is one of Luukos most trusted. She helped raise Morvule from th' Maw of Luukos. Are you certain?"

Roelon furrows his brow.

Jaysehn shrugs at Woulfgar.

Woulfgar quietly says, "I pseak the pure unadulaterated truth, and will die by it."

The Queen of the North Uncontested

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Talliver, "It seems that once again the many voices of those you lead speak with passion. However, there is something I wish to bring up. I had thought to say it earlier but there were concerns over your safety and some thought you missing. If you would permit, I would share my thoughts since what I have to say concerns you as well."

Nalver says, speaking to Perigourd, "That is fair. I stand corrected."

Jaysehn says, speaking to Woulfgar, "I wasn't sure that I was a formed opinion in your mind to be surprised about."

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Geijon, "I know who she is, and if she speaks with Luukos, then she should knpw whjp i am, he does."

Roelon shifts his weight.

Perigourd nods respectfully at Nalver.

Geijon says, "Mm."

Tikba glances inquiringly at Aliashyrah.

Geijon says, speaking to Talliver, "I appreciate your voice tonight."

Aliashyrah thoughtfully studies Talliver, a satisfied expression quickly reaching her face.

Talliver nods.

Talliver says, "I appreciate you all."

Perigourd cocks his head at Roelon.

Talliver says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "Of course."

Roelon shakes his head.

Perigourd scratches at his beard.

Perigourd furrows his brow.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Talliver, "Thanks."

Aliashyrah says, "As I stated before your arrival, Mayor, the matter I bring up is rather delicate in nature but bears discussing."

Perigourd nods at Roelon.

Sorlu cocks his head at Aliashyrah.

Aliashyrah says, speaking carefully to Talliver, "The matter with Ta'Vaalor may prove to be the least of Icemule's concerns. There have been some rather disturbing actions taken by some during this time of turmoil."

Dendum folds his arms over his chest, drumming his fingers on his buckskin jacket.

Aliashyrah mentions, "It is not unusual for certain types of individuals to take advantage of unrest, but I had truly hoped better from the leadership of Icemule."

Aliashyrah takes a deep breath.

Aliashyrah slowly empties her lungs.

Nalver agrees with Aliashyrah.

Tikba gazes with interest at Aliashyrah.

Jaysehn raises an eyebrow in Aliashyrah's direction.

Missoni nods thoughtfully at Jaysehn.

Sorlu peers quizzically at Aliashyrah.

Geijon nods at Perigourd.

Roelon raises an eyebrow.

Aliashyrah says, "My concerns relate to Councilwoman Opalina, and I would ask that you allow me to state my concerns in full before passing judgement."

Perigourd grunts.

Aliashyrah begins, "As I am certain I am not the only one to have noticed, the Councilwoman's behavior has become increasingly erratic over the past months. This is easily dismissed or attributed to her endearing but eccentric personality."

A pale white aura dances across your plumille houppelande.

Woulfgar glances at you.

Geijon selects an available padded seat and makes his way over to it, quietly taking a spot.

Missoni narrows her eyes.

Aliashyrah smiles.

Sorlu glances between Aliashyrah and yourself.

Falvicar nods understandingly at Hadya.

Talliver says, speaking sharply to Aliashyrah, "I don't think this is an appropriate venue."

Roelon leans back.

Aliashyrah concernedly says, "However, the most recent development crosses beyond eccentricity to something potentially much more worrisome."

Dendum turns his wrist upward, arranging the cuff on his buckskin jacket to have more flair.

Nalver removes a thin slice of a brain lobe from in his white knapsack.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Talliver, "I would respectfully disagree, Mayor. he has taken to proclaiming herself royalty. Always with a smile, but insistent when challenged. Then most recently, she said in the presence of several, some who are here tonight, that she is the queen of not just Icemule but the entire North."

Nalver licks his a brain lobe.

Talliver chuckles.

Roelon furrows his brow.

Jaysehn blinks.

Aliashyrah asks, speaking to Talliver, "There is no question that the Councilwoman cares for Icemule, as has been demonstrated by her work with the food given so generously by those from Ta'Vaalor. But does this then give her the right to attempt to claim that she is queen of Icemule and the north?"

Woulfgar laughs!

You smile quietly to yourself.

Roelon grins.

Roelon glances at you.

The dully illuminated mantle protecting Aliashyrah begins to falter, then completely fades away.

Aliashyrah begins to breathe less deeply.

The dim aura fades from around Aliashyrah.

The powerful look leaves Aliashyrah.

Talliver says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "You are embarrassing yourself."

Cocking your head to one side in curiosity, you blink several times in bewilderment, your jaw dropping open slightly. Crackling misty green energy sparks over the steel crown on your head as a low squawk fills the air, forked branches of light arc between the tips of each of the icicle-shaped crystal spikes set along the upper edge of it.

Jaysehn glances down.

Jaysehn smirks.

Sorlu raises an eyebrow.

Perigourd folds his hands behind his back.

Talliver says, "A jest is a jest."

Geijon smiles at Missoni.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Talliver, "Then you would encourage such a thing? She has declare it and when given the chance to say it is a jest, not done so."

Sorlu peers quizzically at Talliver.

Sorlu looks thoughtfully at you.

Geijon smiles.

Sorlu asks, speaking to you, "What say you?"

Woulfgar works his fingers under his green leather cap and scratches his head.

You quietly say, "I am what I am."

Sorlu raises an eyebrow.

Tikba casts a bemused glance around the room.

Missoni agrees with Geijon.

Teaberry asks, "Wasn't she elected Frost Queen of Icemule last Eonatos? And doesn't the title last for a year?"

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Teaberry, "A new queen was chosen."

Jaysehn says, "I mean...she probably has a better chance than Icemule does of wresting control of the Hinterwilds from the gigas, the death angels, the cannibal halflings and the wyrms."

Roelon grins.

Jaysehn shrugs.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Teaberry, "Which would sugget that title has dimished."

Falvicar gazes in amusement at Aliashyrah.

Teaberry chuckles.

Teaberry nods at Aliashyrah.

Talliver says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "This is ridiculous and I will not entertain it further."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Talliver, "As you wish."

Falvicar smirks.

Talliver says, "I do."

Sorlu glances suspiciously between Talliver and yourself.

Grutak asks, speaking to Talliver, "I understood you to say you were open to plain speech?"

Roelon works his fingers under his sliver of grey shadowglass and scratches his head.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Jaysehn, "Wonder how they came to be."

Randsford says, speaking to Talliver, "What of Thadston? Assume you heard his speech."

Falvicar leans over and whispers, "Do my eyes and ears decieve me or did that really just happen?"

Teaberry whispers, "Oh, here we go again..."

Jaysehn says, speaking to Woulfgar, "Oh...that's easy. Ask Bakarus."

Queatus frowns.

Grutak says, speaking to Randsford, "He has."

Talliver says, speaking to Grutak, "I am being plain. Petty squabbling over a silly festival title isn't worth our time."

Geijon says, "I guess I was mistaken sitting."

Geijon stands up.

Roelon frowns.

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "She's not referring to a festival title. At least not in the conversation I had with her."

Perigourd lifts up the edge of his suede hood, glancing around the area with umber eyes.

Sorlu asks, speaking to you, "You do not believe yourself to be queen over Icemule though, correct?"

Geijon begins chuckling at Randsford!

You say, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "We can discuss that later."

You wink at Sorlu.

Falvicar whispers, "Either way... always have been and always will be my Queen, my Lady, my Wife, My Lifemate."

Sorlu looks thoughtfully at you.

Aliashyrah sighs.

Roelon glances between Sorlu and yourself.

Aliashyrah shakes her head, totally at a loss.

Woulfgar chuckles.

Sorlu says, "...I see."

Nalver asks, speaking to Talliver, "What about someone sneaking around Moonsedge dressed in official garb?"

Geijon bows.

Sir Geijon just went south.

Nalver asks, "Is that worth our time?"

A holy aura radiates from your plumille houppelande.

You say, speaking quietly to Nalver, "That was Rammael."

Nalver grins.

Nalver asks, speaking to you, "And what of him now?"

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

You say, speaking quietly to Nalver, "He had left Icemule."

You shrug at Nalver.

Hadya simply says, "Good evening."

Falvicar nods respectfully at Hadya.

Roelon nods.

Hadya bows respectfully, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

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

Talliver nods at Hadya.

Hadya stalks south, framed by a shifting, sourceless chrysochlorous glow.

Woulfgar quietly says, "You are wrong."

Jaysehn glances south.

Jaysehn seems slightly different.

Jaysehn seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.

Perigourd asks, speaking to Talliver, "Has Reiphe gotten any better?"

You exclaim, speaking quietly to Perigourd, "Thank you!"

Talliver says, speaking to Perigourd, "He is improving steadily, although I've not had much time to visit him lately."

Grutak takes a moment to observe Talliver.

Falvicar ponders.

Missoni nods thoughtfully.

Nalver says, "I would think that if an avatar of Andelas figured out some Ur-Daemon knowledge and is out strolling the world, that would be worth our time to investigate and potentially warn the world."

Nalver shrugs.

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Nalver.

Dendum reminds, speaking to Nalver, ""We have told the nations and word has traveled to the human empire as well."

Talliver nods at Nalver.

Talliver says, "I think we're ill-equipped to hunt for Rammael, but if he turns up here, we'll do what we can to contain him."

Talliver takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Falvicar grins at Roelon.

Roelon grins at Falvicar.

Perigourd ponders.

Roelon nods at Falvicar.

Falvicar nods at Roelon.

Talliver says, "With all of the new guards that we've hired, they've begun regular patrols of the surrounding area."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Talliver, "Perhaps, Mayor. But ah will just the same keep one eye open for that one."

Missoni nods approvingly.

Strong winds can be heard coming from outside.

Nalver says, speaking to Talliver, "And of Kolita..."

Tikba reticently smooths and straightens out the organza fabric of her surplice.

Talliver nods at Nalver.

Talliver says, speaking to Nalver, "The name sounds familiar, but I cannot say that it has any import to me."

Dendum says, "The Nalver speaks truth though a cat stalking is most dangerous type of big cat."

Falvicar nods at Dendum.

A faint white aura flickers around you.

Nalver says, speaking to Talliver, "I would think that someone who is painted in Moonsedge and now walks the world would be of interest, in at least to close that lead."

Nalver shrugs.

Talliver nods at Nalver.

Talliver says, "I don't disagree."

Nalver says, "But maybe I live in a fantasy world where I feel that we are all involved in the beginning of something much bigger than just Andelas and Amasalen."

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Nalver.

Aliashyrah gazes with interest at Nalver.

Teaberry asks, "Like what, Nalver?"

Nalver frowns.

Randsford says, "There are now two visions of a coming war."

Randsford nods at Nalver.

Nalver says, "I do not know how to answer that question shortly or concisely."

Roelon nods slowly at Randsford.

Nalver says, "Except to say that there seems to indicate that there have been at least two of the Lornon Arkati attempting to figure out knowledge of perfect undead in the recent years."

Nalver says, "Ivas first with the tablets."

Jaysehn glances at Nalver.

Nalver says, "Now Rammael with whatever is in Moonsedge."

You say, speaking quietly to Nalver, "They are called Vampires."

Talliver says, speaking to Nalver, "I hope you're wrong, but it's like seeing a hand in the shadows."

Talliver says, "It's likely attached to something."

Roelon nods at Talliver.

Nalver says, speaking to you, "They are called guards."

Teaberry nods at Talliver.

Nalver says, "And they seem to have failed to guard something."

Roelon deeply says, "Something we mae nae wish to see...however.."

You quietly say, "They are mindless creatures that deserve to die."

You wave your hand in a dismissive gesture.

Talliver asks, "What of this trade matter with Zul Logoth?"

Aliashyrah gazes with interest at Sorlu.

Sorlu raises an eyebrow.

Talliver says, "Our renewed overland routes with Wehnimer's are keeping prices low in an otherwise difficult winter."

Jaysehn nods at Perigourd.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Sorlu, "Ye seem to be doin' great work with the one from Zul Logoth indeed."

You agree with Roelon.

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "Previously, when it was believed we might run into food shortages, I reached out to Zul Logoth...and in response, they sent a represenative, Sendi."

Aliashyrah agrees with Roelon.

Grutak says, "Good folk the dwarves. Very reliable."

Talliver says, speaking to Sorlu, "I wouldn't say we're out of the winter yet."

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "She has expressed an interest in a commodity we can easily export..."

Sorlu nods in agreement.

Sorlu says, "Quite true."

Grutak says, "Excellent ale."

You quietly say, "Kraken Falls has a representitive Yardie that asking about Trade with Icemule as well."

Talliver says, "There's only so much elk, rolton, and stringy venison one can take."

Perigourd asks, speaking to Sorlu, "Which commodity?"

Roelon chuckles.

Tikba grins at Talliver.

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "Yesterday, I heard from her again, after speaking with the Clan Leader of Zul Logoth."

Dendum blinks at Talliver.

Sorlu says, speaking to Perigourd, "Tobacco."

Dendum says, speaking to Talliver, "Nothing wrong with elk."

Tikba says, speaking amusedly to Talliver, "I fear the Landing does not produce much food other than rolton, unless you would prefer fish."

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "It seems their Clan Leader has taken quite a liking to the tobacco we are able to obtain...and wishes to trade for it."

Strong winds can be heard coming from outside.

Grutak says, speaking to Sorlu, "Ale... get the ale."

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "He has offered the meats, grain, and salt that was mentioned during our first meeting...but has also extended his offer to include other things, such as coal and ore."

Woulfgar smirks.

Talliver grins at Dendum.

Talliver nods at Tikba.

Tikba nods thoughtfully at Dendum.

Tikba grins at Dendum.

Talliver says, speaking to Sorlu, "Hopefully we can keep up with demand. Our tobacco production has suffered some with the troubles in the Strath."

Woulfgar laughs at Lilanna!

Sorlu nods.

The light blue glow leaves Lilanna.

The deep blue glow leaves Lilanna.

Nalver asks, "What if we could trade these things without land, air, or sea routes?"

Sorlu says, "We will have time to rebuild the production infrastructure. They are request small amounts for now, with orders to double monthly as time goes by."

Sorlu shows Talliver his creamy vellum.

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

A pale white aura dances across your plumille houppelande.

Roelon nods slowly.

Sorlu says, speaking to Talliver, "This would be there current proposal, although details will still need ironing out."

Aliashyrah smiles at Sorlu.

Sorlu shows Roelon his creamy vellum.

Sorlu shows you a sheet of creamy vellum. In the Common language, it reads:

Proposal For Trade With Zul Logoth|Icemule will supply the dwarves of Zul Logoth with 10lbs of each variety of four tobacco in exchange for a selection of meat, salt, and grains.|Transport shall be handled by Zul Logoth and established on a monthly basis.|After the first month, Zul Logth may request a doubling of the tobacco order with two weeks notice to Icemule. This shall be the pattern monthly until such a time as an adequate supply is established.

Roelon nods slowly.

Jaysehn rubs his steel grey eyes.

Commodore Jaysehn just went south.

Roelon rummages through a roughly knit woolen kilt threaded with rhimar studs.

Sorlu says, "And that is where we are at."

Sorlu nods once.

You beam happily at Sorlu! Nalver asks, "What about the missing Redbiar?"

You quietly exclaim, "Nice Work!"

Nalver says, "Redbriar."

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "Things will start off slow, but if successful...we can expect perhaps additional trade opportunities."

Talliver nods at Sorlu.

Sorlu nods to you.

Talliver asks, speaking to Nalver, "Zeban?"

Nalver nods at Talliver.

Roelon deeply says, "Turned to ash as far as we know and hope....."

Nalver says, "I thought Sorlu was saying that he was done with discussing things for the meeting. I did not mean to interupt."

Sorlu says, speaking to Nalver, "Unless others had comments, I have said my piece."

Sorlu smiles at Nalver.

Aliashyrah says, "I'm curious if Icemule will be pursuing this new venture or not."

Aliashyrah says, "It seems a good opportunity."

Grutak says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "It's surprising how friendly the dwarves are."

Talliver says, "When last we saw him, Zeban was being torn apart by disir."

Perigourd nods in agreement.

Tikba looks thoughtfully at Talliver.

Sorlu says, speaking to Grutak, "They are good folk."

Grutak says, "The only time I offended a dwarf was by telling him his ale tasted flat."

Sorlu nods at Grutak.

Dendum nods eagerly.

Aliashyrah begins chuckling at Grutak!

Dendum says, "Lots of parts."

Roelon grins at Grutak.

You take a drink from your champagne cocktail. The sweet velvet-like texture of the champagne mingle with the effervescent notes of strawberry and citrus across your palate. The slight taste afforded by sliced strawberries enhances the champagne cocktail.

You have 20 quaffs left.

Wolfloner just arrived.

Roelon whispers, "Alot o' parts..but is he truely gone? One of mah fears."

Wolfloner whispers, "The bank is Icemule Trace. If you withdraw enough for a note it is a Icemule Trace note."

You quietly whisper to Roelon, "Mine too."

Roelon surveys the area.

You agree with Wolfloner.

You quietly whisper to Wolfloner, "Talliver said Hinterwilds is not Icemule Territory."

Tikba gazes in amusement at Grutak.

Nalver ponders.

Grutak winks at Tikba.

What were you referring to?

You quietly whisper to Wolfloner, "But it is part of the north."

Wolfloner whispers, "It still should be be free and in the interest of the free north it remain so."

Wolfloner nods to you.

You nod at Wolfloner.

Talliver ponders.

Nalver drops a thin slice of a brain lobe.

Sorlu glances at a thin slice of a brain lobe.

Roelon glances at his black woolen kilt.

You quietly whisper to Wolfloner, "Thank you for your research."

Tikba glances dubiously at a thin slice of a brain lobe.

Woulfgar glances at a thin slice of a brain lobe.

Queatus nods to Wolfloner in greeting.

Roelon pulls the folds of his black woolen kilt more tightly around his waist.

Woulfgar glances at Nalver.

Nalver shrugs.

Missoni folds her hands.

Nalver picks up a thin slice of a brain lobe.

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

You squirm.

Roelon grins.

Talliver says, "Well."

You take a drink from your champagne cocktail. The sweet velvet-like texture of the champagne mingle with the effervescent notes of strawberry and citrus across your palate. Garnished with sliced strawberries, the medley of flavors in the champagne drink combine to create a complex sip.

You have 19 quaffs left.

Nalver begins chuckling at Talliver!

Woulfgar asks, speaking quietly to Nalver, "Don't ya need that?"

Roelon nods slowly.

Sorlu put a sheet of creamy vellum in his dark hematite overcoat.

Falvicar ponders.

Woulfgar chuckles to himself.

Talliver says, "This is a grim lot."

Talliver takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Roelon chuckles.

Perigourd chuckles.

Wolfloner nods at Talliver.

Tikba gazes in amusement at Talliver.

Talliver says, "I know these are trying times. We will come through them, and stronger than before."

Missoni nods encouragingly.

Sorlu smiles.

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "I begin to doubt that."

Queatus nods.

Nalver says, speaking to Talliver, "I'm extremely tired from reading through more books and tomes in the last week then maybe the last 100 years combined."

Falvicar nods slowly at Talliver.

Nalver says, "And I feel more confused, not less."

Roelon deeply says, "Icemule endures, like the glacier itself."

Woulfgar raises an eyebrow in Grutak's direction.

Roelon grins at Nalver.

Tikba gazes in amusement at Dendum.

Woulfgar rubs Nalver gently.

You whisper, "Are we going to ask him about the exploding trees?" to your group.

Perigourd leans softly against Missoni.

Nalver says, "I do have an observation that doesn't involve doors, the Book of Tormtor, or Luukosian sylvans holding the keys to the astral planes."

Missoni rests a gentle hand on Perigourd's arm.

You whisper, "Do are there too many folks here for that conversation?" to your group.

Roelon whispers, "Ah asked if we could speak to him soon, he said is fine."

Wolfloner glances at his black silk cloak as if it really needs a hug.

Wolfloner gathers the folds of his black silk cloak in his hands and draws it close to him.

Sorlu whispers to the group, "That is your decision to make, Councillor."

Talliver begins chuckling at Nalver!

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Nalver, "Wonder if one can surf those planes."

Roelon grins.

You whisper, "Bah if it was mine I'd have asked it already." to your group.

Lilanna rubs her eyes.

You whisper, "Im scared too." to your group.

Woulfgar leans on Lilanna, giving her a companionable grin.

Nalver asks, "In the recent weeks as our small community, nation?"

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Nalver, "Now ye know the path of madness ah am still walkin'. Though ye went well beyond what ah could do."

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

Sorlu whispers to the group, "I assume when the mayor wishes for us to know, he will tell us."

Nalver says, "As we have engaged more int he world..."

Nalver nods.

Woulfgar gives Lilanna a friendly hug.

Tikba politely says, "Good luck with your letter, friends."

Lilanna gives Woulfgar a friendly hug.

Falvicar ponders.

Your plumille houppelande bends inward for a brief moment.

Lilanna says, "Gnight all."

Tikba mildly says, "Delivery by hand might be wise."

Talliver nods at Lilanna.

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

Nalver says, "We were met with a disdain to indifference."

Woulfgar waves to Lilanna.

Nalver sighs.

Randsford waves to Lilanna.

Aliashyrah smiles at Tikba.

Opalina is really a queen in her own mind!

Lilanna just went south.

Tikba just went south.

Nalver says, "In short, from the outside, it looks like our officals and organizations are all operating and doing their own thing instead of presenting a unified message."

You blink at Nalver.

Dendum starts chortling.

Woulfgar adopts an agreeable expression.

Nalver says, "And it seems that that makes it so that others take us less seriously."

Nalver says, "So I hope that that can be remedied, moving forward."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Nalver, "Yir councilors are individuals mah friend, nae Kiramon."

Roelon grins.

Grutak says, speaking to Nalver, "The Mayor had an opportunity to resolve that tonight. I'm not sure we are supposed to present a unified front."

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Nalver, "But, when the real needs arises, we have as in times past rose up a mighty unified front."

Talliver says, speaking to Nalver, "The Council is not mine to command."

Nalver says, speaking to Talliver, "It was not a request for a command."

Wolfloner nods at Dendum.

Talliver says, speaking to Randsford, "As for your question, yes. I was visiting the Hinterwilds."

Randsford nods at Talliver.

Aliashyrah asks, speaking confusedly to Talliver, "I thought the council ultimately answers to you, do they not?"

Randsford says, speaking to Talliver, "So I did see you there the night of the odd disturbance."

Nalver says, "More just an open statement that seems to have gone unspoken. And in part because of your absence and lack of guidance."

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Talliver, "The council should reflect the desires of the people."

Perigourd says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "To the townsfolk, I'd expect."

Nalver nods at Talliver.

Dendum offers, ""Freedom is perhaps more messy and not as unified as a the iron hand of an empire."

Talliver says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "It's a symbiotic relationship. The Council can remove me with a unanimous vote."

Falvicar asks, "Don't reckon anybody knows anything else of the exploding trees other than what we saw in the Landing and Hinterwilds?"

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Perigourd, "Yes, in a greater sense."

Grutak glances at Sorlu.

Roelon grins at Falvicar.

Aliashyrah nods understandingly at Talliver.

Woulfgar agrees with Perigourd.

Wolfloner whispers, "Fair travels this evening."

Sorlu picks idly at a slender Nalfein-styled cane.

Nalver says, speaking to Talliver, "Speaking of your absence..."

Talliver says, speaking quietly to Falvicar, "Exploding trees? Sounds troublesome."

You stand back up.

Nalver glances at Roelon.

Falvicar nods at Talliver.

You bow to Wolfloner.

Wolfloner bows to you.

Blade Yardie just arrived.

You quietly whisper to Wolfloner, "Peace to you." Roelon says, speaking deeply to Talliver, "Ah weird occurance that happens up there it seems."

Yardie pants.

Queatus waves to Yardie.

Draelor nods in greeting at Yardie.

You beam happily at Yardie!

You wave to Yardie.

Yardie waves to you.

Perigourd takes a moment to observe Talliver.

Woulfgar quietly says, "And should Talliver as the mayor, be the head of what the people desire.."

Wolfloner whispers, "Hopefully."

Falvicar says, speaking to Talliver, "No explanation for it.. I saw it happen at the Landing and we saw it again at the Hinterwilds. It was... odd."

Yardie gives Queatus a firm handshake.

Wolfloner waves.

Talliver nods slowly at Falvicar. You wave to Wolfloner.

Wolfloner darkly says, "Grand evening everyone."

Wolfloner just went south.

Gutstorm fades in from invisibilty.

Gutstorm pushes on Dendum without much success.

Yardie glances south.

Yardie asks, "Mentor is leaving?"

Missoni casually observes her surroundings.

Gutstrorm’s Private Request

Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "When meetin over, Talliver got moment fer favor?"

Draelor says, speaking to Yardie, "Left it would seem."

Gutstorm glances at Talliver and raises his hand.

Roelon grins.

Yardie nods at Draelor.

Nalver offers Gutstorm a thin slice of a brain lobe.

Talliver says, "This is no official meeting now. Just time for talk."

Falvicar says, "I presume I wasn't dreaming since Roelon saw it too."

Talliver nods at Gutstorm.

Gutstorm accepts Nalver's a brain lobe.

Teaberry nods at Talliver.

Falvicar grins at Roelon.

Roelon nods at Falvicar.

You select an available padded seat and make your way over to it, quietly taking a spot.

Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Kin ye grand pardon? Me do shumtin foolish ferra girl."

Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Now me gotda warrant."

Falvicar seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.

An ethereal golden collection bowl drifts out of Falvicar, then vanishes.

Falvicar seems slightly different.

The air about Falvicar shimmers momentarily before the evanescent shield surrounding him collapses.

A subtle light fades from Falvicar's eyes.

A white glow rushes away from Falvicar.

Gutstorm grunts bashfully, averting his eyes.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Falvicar, "Aye, it was nae dreamwalkin'."

Aliashyrah gazes in amusement at Gutstorm.

Dendum begins chortling at Gutstorm.

Falvicar nods at Roelon.

Woulfgar begins chuckling at Grutak!

Nalver says, speaking to Gutstorm, "I've been wanting to test something with someone in jail...."

Missoni asks, speaking cheerfully to Talliver, "How fares your cousin in Cold River?"

Perigourd cocks his head at Talliver.

Aliashyrah flashes a quick grin at Nalver.

Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Me to fragile fer jail!"

Nalver says, speaking to Gutstorm, "Remember how I sent you that letter? I want to try sending someone a lockpick while they are in jail."

You take a drink from your champagne cocktail. The bubbly champagne has a faint almond-like body, the sweetened notes blending with citrus and strawberry to glide across your senses. Strawberry puree and lemon juice mingle to complement the champagne perfectly.

You have 18 quaffs left.

Roelon asks, speaking deeply to Gutstorm, "Could depend. Which girl was it?"

Roelon grins at Gutstorm.

Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Loralaii."

Gutstorm whistles tunelessly to himself.

Roelon grins at Gutstorm.

Talliver says, speaking to Missoni, "Well."

Perigourd nods thoughtfully.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Gutstorm, "Yir on yir own."

Roelon begins chuckling at Gutstorm!

Gutstorm takes a bite of his a brain lobe.

 CS: +300 - TD: +300 + CvA: +2 + d100: +84 - +20 == +66
 Warded off!

Gutstorm fidgets. Missoni says, speaking to Talliver, "I am glad to hear that."

Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Dish brain ish ripe."

Woulfgar blinks at Gutstorm.

Nalver says, speaking to Talliver, "I asked Brashton a question about cannons on his airship and he said that you were inquiring about the same thing."

Talliver says, speaking to Gutstorm, "I'm afraid that the deputy is a bit zealous."

Gutstorm rubs his glass amulet.

Gutstorm suddenly disappears.

Roelon smirks.

Talliver asks, speaking vaguely to Nalver, "Is that so?"

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Welp me will jush hafta to lay low fer shick muntsg or sho."

Nalver says, speaking to Talliver, "I'm just curious if that request and the exploding trees have anything to do with your newfound confidence that Ta'Vaalor will leave our territory."

Nalver says, "Inquest? My words seem to be jumbling together."

Roelon grins at Nalver.

Talliver says, speaking plainly to Nalver, "I can say with confidence that I haven't detonated any trees, Nalver."

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "You are all over the map here. I honestly can't tell what you are doing. You want to lead, but when asked... you are vague and don't push anything. It's frustrating."

Woulfgar begins chuckling at Talliver!

Yardie glances at Grutak.

Falvicar whispers, "Didn't mean to upset you if I did."

Talliver asks, speaking to Grutak, "What have I failed to push?"

Roelon raises an eyebrow.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Grutak, "It's poltics Grutak, of course you find it hard to follow."

Falvicar whispers something to Roelon.

You quietly whisper to Falvicar, "What makes you think Im upset?"

Falvicar snickers at Roelon.

Yardie asks, "Wait...I missed something?"

Aliashyrah laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Woulfgar.

Falvicar whispers, "You're just very quiet."

Dendum blinks at Yardie.

Dendum nods at Yardie.

You quietly whisper to Falvicar, "Im listening?"

Nalver ponders.

Roelon grins slowly.

Dendum says, speaking to Yardie, "'entire meeting."

Falvicar whispers, "Okay."

Aliashyrah nods in agreement at Dendum.

Yardie says, speaking to Dendum, "I was fishing out East."

Woulfgar grins at Yardie.

Roelon nods to Yardie in greeting.

Yardie and Roelon shake hands.

Sorlu begins chuckling at Dendum!

Nalver asks, speaking to Talliver, "How well do you know this new sylvan initiate that walks around town?"

You quietly whisper to Falvicar, "Im getting tired honey it's been a long day."

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "A real concern is brought to you about a council member. You laugh it off. A councern shared by many. The Vaalorians run rampant over our town and have more influence over happenings than council members."

Nalver asks, "Mailen?"

Yardie asks, speaking to Grutak, "Rampant?"

Falvicar whispers, "Aye. dont like it ending on politics."

Dendum taps Yardie lightly on his shoulder.

Dendum points up.

Yardie blinks at Dendum.

Dendum says, "Did say over."

Yardie glances up.

Yardie says, speaking to Dendum, "It's a roof."

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to you, "Glad I am not the only one perplexing folks."

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "I'm just curious if you want us to give up."

Talliver says, speaking to Grutak, "There is no real concern of Opalina crowning herself queen of this territory."

Draelor blinks at Yardie.

Falvicar whispers, "I just want to hold you in my arms one more time today before you fall asleep."

Falvicar whispers, "But no here."

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

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "Unless that's what the Vaalorians are promising her."

Yardie raises an eyebrow in Grutak's direction.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Ye needa King Opalina?"

Perigourd chuckles.

Grutak says, "And that's what she alluded to in a conversation in Town Central."

Dendum whispers, "You are promised to be queen?"

Falvicar says, "As her husband, I'm her King."

You quietly say, "I have one."

Falvicar sticks out his tongue.

Talliver begins to giggle at Grutak, then bursts out in a silly laugh.

Queatus raises an eyebrow.

Yardie asks, speaking curiously to you, "Pets and now subjects?"

Woulfgar laughs!

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Grutak, "Do ye wish ah banishment of all Vaalorians from entering the town? Otherwise, in the town itself, they dinnae run rampant."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Pipe down Falvicar, me no axe ye."

Grutak says, "But if you laugh it off... then what's the point in bringing any concern to you."

Talliver holds up his hand, trying to restrain his laughter.

You wink at Yardie.

Roelon deeply says, "The air, aye, they mock us. Cannae doubt that."

Yardie glances at Draelor.

Falvicar says, "And Yardie the pet Jester."

Falvicar snickers.

Roelon grins at Falvicar.

Yardie blinks at Falvicar.

Draelor shrugs at Yardie.

Perigourd shakes his head.

Yardie says, speaking to Falvicar, "Oh dear."

Yardie snickers.

Perigourd chuckles to himself.

(Teaberry rubs her temples.)

Talliver clears his throat and tries to sound serious. "Grutak, if this is really a matter of importance to you, I don't know what more there is to say."

Talliver asks, "You are alleging that Ta'Vaalor has selected one of our Councillors to become a queen?"

Roelon grins slowly.

Yardie asks, speaking to Draelor, "So....they will do what with the Vaalorians? Push for renegotiations and peace, yes?"

Falvicar leans over and whispers, "I know what to say... "off with his head!"."

Falvicar grins at you.

Roelon glances at you.

Falvicar snickers to himself.

Grutak says, "I just want to know I'm fighting for someone that believes in us and is willing to fight for us."

You cough.

You cough.

Perigourd says, speaking to Grutak, "The Mayor has already fought much for his people."

You bury your face in your hands.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Him 'me believe in yoo grutak."

Falvicar looks at you and hums.

Perigourd says, speaking to Grutak, "Against the advice of others on several occasions."

Talliver glances at Grutak and slowly exhales.

Randsford nods at Perigourd.

Falvicar whispers, "Okay.. I'll try to stop being silly."

Draelor says, speaking to Yardie, "One would hope there's peace, yes."

Woulfgar agrees with Draelor.

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "I'm a warrior. I dont' do fancy couched words. I speak my peace. Openly and fairly. People don't like it. I get it."

Yardie says, speaking to Draelor, "Renegotiate. It would be difficult but....my concern is...well....antagonizing."

Yardie says, speaking to Draelor, "I get it. The Empire's move has left many concerned."

Yardie exclaims, "Gah!!"

Yardie searches around for a moment.

Draelor shakes his head.

Yardie exclaims, "Who tickled me?!"

Dendum asks, speaking to Draelor, ""Have seen these smoke and fire and screams talked about...always better for peace...but not at cost of freedom yes?"

Talliver says, speaking to Grutak, "You claim that, but you are alleging the most ridiculous conspiracy possible."

Draelor agrees with Dendum.

Draelor says, speaking to Dendum, "Freedom first, yes."

Teaberry asks, "WHAT smoke and fire and screams?"

The air stirs around you for a moment.

You hear someone screaming!

Yardie searches around for a moment.

Aliashyrah winces.

Aliashyrah covers her ears.

Yardie asks, "Who's doing that?"

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "Heck, we just said we can't fight the vaalorians then held a discussion on how best to resolve an issue with Arkatai..."

Randsford gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Deep blue motes swirl away from Randsford and fade.

Grutak says, "That'... THAT is confusion."

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

Yardie asks, speaking to Grutak, "You really want to wage war with them?"

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Yardie, "Probably Gut."

Grutak says, "If we can't handle the vaalorians we'll never handle the Arkatai."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Yardie, "My guess is the drunkard."

You shrug at Yardie.

Missoni asks, speaking to Teaberry, "Some heard high-pitched screams and explosions in the Hinterwilds, perhaps a week ago. I believe that is what is referred to?"

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

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures.

Gutstorm is discovered by Falvicar!

Missoni bites her lip.

Randsford says, speaking to Grutak, "An audience will be had, how they are handled remains to be seen."

Falvicar winks at you with a suggestive glint in his eyes.

Randsford nods encouragingly at Grutak.

Gutstorm gives Falvicar a playful bite.

Roelon grins.

You applaud Falvicar.

Talliver says, speaking to Grutak, "You seem to have a very short memory." Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "I believe in you."

Falvicar grins at Gutstorm.

Roelon nods at Randsford.

Dendum says, speaking to Teaberry, ""The mayor spoke of horror of war."

Gutstorm slurs, speaking drunkenly to Falvicar, "Me layin low!"

Falvicar says, "I had to show her how it was done."

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "I just want to know you believe in yourself."

Falvicar chuckles to himself.

Dendum says, speaking to Teaberry, ""Wise words and true."

Aliashyrah teases, speaking to Falvicar, "Are you trying to get the man arrested?"

You say, speaking quietly to Gutstorm, "Im still new to magic."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Falvicar, "He is wanted, after all."

You praise Falvicar.

Yardie says, speaking to you, "Look. I will help with supplies for those in need, just like I will help those in need in the landing. I've convened with the Fall. The people there want....isolation....considering the craziness on Elanthia. So whatever help provided will be directly from what I can muster."

Teaberry says, speaking to Missoni, "Oh. An area where I've never been. All right."

Missoni says, "Ah, perhaps it was just general smoke and fire."

Talliver says, speaking to Grutak, "I was plainspoken. Ta'Vaalor will stop sending ships over our heads. I will not accept an alternative."

You nod at Yardie.

Missoni shifts her weight.

You feel at full magical power again.

Falvicar asks, speaking amusedly to Aliashyrah, "So.. you would have wanted criminals not get arrestred by the deputy?"

Woulfgar grins.

Randsford nods at Talliver.

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "Yet you allow the Fortification with not so much as whimper."

Gutstorm grunts at Aliashyrah and nods.

Falvicar leans over and whispers, "See what I did there? now she on defensive."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Falvicar, "If he is wanted for an act of love, I would have to say that my faith would lean towards sheltering him."

Falvicar grins at you.

Aliashyrah winks at Falvicar.

Randsford says, speaking to Grutak, "Diplomacy first, let the two leaders speak then let us so what happens."

Yardie says, speaking to you, "Considering how the world is working right now, the Freemen of the Fall prefer not to arouse the attentions of other groups."

Roelon agrees with Randsford.

Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "It would take me two years to empty out me jailbox Falvicar, gittin reshted notta option."

Randsford says, speaking to Grutak, "As a soldier, let the two soldiers have their word."

Falvicar grins at Aliashyrah.

Roelon deeply says, "If this ends with ah few coarse words...so much better."

Woulfgar smiles at Aliashyrah.

You notice Gutstorm slip into a hiding place.

Falvicar asks, "Prithee what was the crime exactly?"

You say, speaking quietly to Yardie, "I understand, I am sad to hear that .. We will work something out."

Yardie points at Gutstorm, ruining his hiding place.

You nod at Yardie.

Roelon deeply says, "Then damage to our town, friends and allies."

Aliashyrah shoots Yardie the smallest of dismayed glances, conveying her disapproval.

Randsford says, speaking to Grutak, "Vaalor's honor will be questioned, if that does not convince them to at least engage us on even ground then that will be the beginning of something else for them."

Gutstorm sits down.

Falvicar asks, "If you dont mind me asking. Maybe you could request an appeal or a real jury?"

Yardie says, speaking to you, "Til then, I'll work in the way I do best."

Yardie blinks at Aliashyrah.

Dendum removes an opaque glass amulet from his neck.

Dendum offers Gutstorm an opaque glass amulet.

Gutstorm accepts Dendum's glass amulet.

Gutstorm lets out a cheer!

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Yardie, "He is hiding because he did something foolish in the name of love. Let him hide in peace."

Talliver says, speaking to Grutak, "The fort they've occupied isn't in our territory. It's up in the Dragonspine in unclaimed land."

You hug Yardie.

Gutstorm hangs an opaque glass amulet around his neck.

Gutstorm rubs his glass amulet.

Gutstorm suddenly disappears.

Roelon nods at Talliver.

Perigourd nods.

Falvicar's concentration shifts and becomes more focused as he slightly tilts an ear in a particular direction.

Grutak asks, "The Oblin Pass is unclaimed Land?"

Falvicar asks, "Guts?"

Falvicar gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Grutak peers quizzically at Talliver.

Falvicar's concentration shifts and becomes more focused as he slightly tilts an ear in a particular direction.

Nalver says, speaking to Talliver, "What do you think about the possibility that the Ta'Vaalor has been in that fort for quite a bit of time?'."

Talliver says, speaking to Grutak, "It's not in the Olbin Pass."

Yardie says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "Professionally speaking, those that hide can get the drop on individuals, especially in trying times like this."

Grutak says, "If we can hear them from Oblin Pass it's close enough."

Nalver says, "Like before all this stuff started."

Yardie concedes, speaking to Aliashyrah, "But I understand."

Talliver says, speaking to Nalver, "I doubt it."

Nalver says, "The longsword we found was quite corroded."

Roelon deeply says, "Ah don' think they had ah need to dock their ships. Until now."

Perigourd asks, speaking to Yardie, "If one is nothing but honest, can one have the drop gotten on them?"

Perigourd raises an eyebrow in Yardie's direction.

Roelon deeply says, "Speakin' of."

Roelon removes a hawk-pommeled vaalorn longsword pocked with corrosion along its blade from in his leather travel pack.

Sorlu casually glances around the room.

Roelon offers Talliver a hawk-pommeled vaalorn longsword pocked with corrosion along its blade.

Roelon deeply says, "This is what was found."

Roelon shrugs.

Perigourd nods at Missoni.

Talliver accepts Roelon's vaalorn longsword.

Yardie says, speaking to Perigourd, "Well, one can be a little slow or late....but I like to minimize that probablity to zero."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Perigourd, "Honesty does not spare someone from having their throat slit from behind."

Talliver hefts the longsword a few times, getting a feel for it.

Nalver asks, speaking to Roelon, "Wasn't that found at the site of that whole ordeal of the tablets of life and death?"

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Talliver, "Ah did think to mahself they would take better care of their weaponry."

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "You also seem to support rumors and false accusations without actually talking to me about what I've done and what I've said. I have never lied. Not to anyone. Not ever. Not starting now. You wantt he truth, you ask me. I'll tell you the truth about what I've said and done."

Nalver asks, "Where Vadfal created a portal or something?"

Talliver says, speaking to his vaalorn longsword, "'The corrosion's mostly on the surface. It hasn't undermined the integrity of the weapon."

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Nalver, "It was found near where the Ravager was ended at."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Talliver...you push da pointy end into da utter feller."

Falvicar ponders.

Talliver says, "This looks like it's just been through snow and a good battering from the elements."

Talliver offers Roelon a hawk-pommeled vaalorn longsword pocked with corrosion along its blade.

Roelon nods at Talliver.

Raising his arms slightly, Perigourd arches his back and gently lets his head rock back.

Roelon accepts Talliver's vaalorn longsword.

Falvicar nods once.

Roelon put a hawk-pommeled vaalorn longsword pocked with corrosion along its blade in his leather travel pack.

Grutak says, "Obviously my voice here does not matter. I think there's a number of voices here that no longer matter."

Perigourd leans softly against Missoni.

Missoni nods firmly at Perigourd.

Nalver says, speaking to Talliver, "Hazelnut was claiming that there had been troops on the ground for sometime."

Nalver says, "Vaalorian troops."

Falvicar gazes in amusement at Grutak.

You have an eerie feeling that you are being watched.

Talliver says, speaking quietly to Grutak, "When you're using it all the time, it starts to fade into the background."

Dendum summons a torrent of spiritual mana and releases upon himself a flurry of abjurations.

Aliashyrah reminds, speaking to Nalver, "Hazelnut also claimed that citizens were starving but the Mayor says otherwise."

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

Talliver says, "I've not accused you of lies."

Woulfgar searches around for a moment.

Roelon narrows his eyes.

Sorlu idly scratches himself on the neck.

Falvicar nods.

Woulfgar gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Woulfgar gestures.

A sudden burst of bright light emanates from Woulfgar's hand!

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Grutak says, speaking to Falvicar, "There's nothing funny here tonight. Just a lot of sadness and loss. Alot of empty promises and disillusionment."

Dendum remarks, ""The grutak does seem to speak truth as he sees it and does not conceal with words."

Grutak says, speaking to Talliver, "You did, when you agreed with the things you've heard."

Falvicar says, speaking to Grutak, "There was earlier... but all the same, yes there was sadness and some loss but there were other things too even if you don't hear them with thy ears."

Roelon grins.

Grutak says, "Good luck."

Grutak says, "Enjoy yourselves. It's going to be a painful winter."

High Lord Grutak just went south.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Nuttin fire no fix."

Missoni gazes south in amusement.

Dendum says, "Also seems to not conceal words with thought sometimes...."

Dendum shrugs.

Sorlu glances south.

Talliver gets a blank look on his face.

You say, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "Good thing we have coal in trade. that'll help."

Falvicar peers quizzically at Talliver.

Woulfgar quietly says, "I have a tendency to that."

Talliver shakes his head.

Roelon frowns.

Woulfgar smirks.

Randsford looks over at Roelon and shakes his head.

Dendum nods at Queatus.

Sorlu says, speaking to you, "If that is how it is agreed upon, in theory, yes."

Queatus waves.

Sorlu nods to you.

Queatus nods.

You say, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "Baby steps."

Queatus just went south.

Sorlu adopts an agreeable expression.

You say, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "Worse comes to worse we got forests."

Talliver leans against an expansive cedar and pine stage.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Talliver me got great shnogan next time ye run fer mayerd. "A Lil Dabbinsh will do ye" it catchy no?"

Randsford says, speaking to Talliver, "Do not fret Mayor. All will be as it should be. Stay strong like we all know you will."

Woulfgar gawks at you.

Falvicar removes the pipe from his mouth and brushes it off slightly.

Randsford nods encouragingly at Talliver.

Sorlu asks, speaking to you, "To sleep in?"

Woulfgar frets.

Sorlu chuckles.

Falvicar asks, "May I?"

You peer quizzically at Woulfgar.

Falvicar peers quizzically at Talliver.

Talliver says, "I'm unsure if I will run for reelection."

Falvicar glances at a lacquered bamboo pipe carved with a twining dragon in his hand.

Woulfgar quietly says, "The trees are my friends."

Roelon frowns at Talliver.

Randsford blinks.

Talliver nods at Falvicar.

Dendum frowns at Talliver.

You ask, speaking quietly to Woulfgar, "You never light a fight?"

Falvicar nods respectfully at Talliver.

Aliashyrah teases, speaking playfully to Talliver, "How could you not wish to continue to lead such a vibrant community?"

You quietly exclaim, "I mean Fire!"

Yardie asks, speaking to Talliver, "So.....who else is a candidate?"

Sorlu grins at Aliashyrah.

Yardie glances at Sorlu.

Falvicar puffs rapidly on his bamboo pipe, some light wisps of fragrant blueberry-scented smoke dancing about him.

Perigourd looks thoughtfully at Talliver.

Woulfgar ponders.

Sorlu raises an eyebrow in Yardie's direction.

Yardie says, speaking to Sorlu, "A thought."

A thin trail of pale blue smoke rises into the air and slowly disappears.

Falvicar whispers, "I am not the blueberry."

You say, speaking quietly to Woulfgar, "You can use the dead wood on the floor."

Dendum says, speaking to Talliver, ""There is no wiser leader in the west than the Dabbings.....is not a good time to step away from this...."

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to you, "Not from a living tree."

Sorlu cocks his head at Yardie.

Sorlu nods slowly.

You ponder the meaning of Falvicar's existence.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Talliver, "It is true, Mayor. Yehae seen much, been through much, serving our home."

Woulfgar agrees with you.

You say, speaking quietly to Woulfgar, "Lots of dead trees."

Yardie asks, speaking to Sorlu, "Mayoral position catch your fancy?"

Randsford's aura of lambent white-gold light motes dissipates slowly, winking out of existence.

Woulfgar quietly says, "That is agreeable."

Roelon deeply says, "But all the more reason to continue."

Falvicar brings the bamboo pipe to his lips and inhales deeply of its blueberry-scent, then abruptly exhales some light streams of smoke from his nose.

Roelon nods at Talliver.

Missoni furrows her brow.

Sorlu says, speaking to Yardie, "I have my current role to worry about. It consumes all my thought."

Sorlu smiles at Yardie.

Talliver says, "I little like that Grutak is upset, but I cannot think of a solution that satisfies him and also serves Icemule Trace's best interests."

Falvicar blushes a crimson shade at you, clearing his throat with embarrassment!

Yardie says, speaking curiously to Sorlu, "Understood, but the question stands."

Several small clouds of smoke rise into the air as if playing tag before drifting away.

You nod understandingly.

Woulfgar sticks his tongue out at Falvicar, and lets out with a loud, "Thbtbtbtbt" from his lips!

Roelon tilts his head down.

The powerful look leaves Randsford.

Falvicar gazes in amusement at Woulfgar.

Dendum says, "Grutak will be happier when sky is clear."

Falvicar puffs rapidly on his bamboo pipe, some light wisps of fragrant blueberry-scented smoke dancing about him.

Dendum nods once.

Randsford nods at Dendum.

Roelon deeply says, "Such is nae an easy answer..."

Sorlu says, speaking diplomatically to Yardie, "I serve the people of Icemule, and would answer their summons."

Roelon nods at Dendum.

Falvicar leans over and whispers, "Yes Dear."

Falvicar nods.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Dendum, "The sooner we are rid of this Vaalorian issue..."

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Falvicar, "Now ya teasin me, but tabacco is from weeds."

Missoni glances skeptically around the room.

A thin trail of pale blue smoke rises into the air and slowly disappears.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Roelon deeply says, "Grutak's worries will fade. Or lessen at the least."

Falvicar grins at Woulfgar.

Dendum nods at Roelon.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "Muster the rats."

You say, speaking quietly to Roelon, "I hope soo."

A faint white aura flickers around you.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Talliver, "Ah am sure he means well fir the town.."

Randsford says, speaking to Talliver, "I hope you reconsider between now and when we do have to worry about yet another election. The town will be at a loss especially if all these visions of a coming war are true."

Randsford nods slowly at Talliver.

Roelon agrees with Randsford.

Falvicar says, speaking to Roelon, "I hope so."

A huge cloud of smoke moves past you then rises abruptly into the air and floats away like a large, fragrant balloon.

Teaberry agrees with Randsford.

Dendum blinks.

Roelon appears to lose some internal strength.

The powerful look leaves Roelon.

Perigourd nods at Randsford.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "War not problem, pickin winning shide prollem."

Talliver says, "I will always stand with Icemule Trace, whether I'm doing what seems to be half the town's paperwork or not."

Woulfgar smirks.

Falvicar nods.

Roelon chuckles.

The very powerful look leaves Roelon.

The white light leaves Roelon.

The dull golden nimbus fades from around Roelon.

Falvicar jokingly says, "There's one solution..."

Falvicar puffs rapidly on his bamboo pipe, some light wisps of fragrant blueberry-scented smoke dancing about him.

Missoni murmurs, "It always seems proper that a Dabbings should lead Icemule."

You smile at Talliver.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Talliver, "Spoken like a true Dabbing."

Small clouds of smoke drift past you as if playing a game of tag.

Woulfgar smirks at Falvicar.

Falvicar peers quizzically at Woulfgar.

Woulfgar quietly says, "Not sure if it is you or Gut."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "It not me."

Strong winds can be heard coming from outside.

Delicate rings of smoke rise into the air above you, seeming to link together to form a chain before drifting off into the distance.

(Woulfgar points to the smoke.)

Falvicar jokingly says, "That noise is the wind.. not me."

Dendum nods at Woulfgar.

Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out two rings of smoke before him briefly.

Dendum gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Dendum gestures.

A sudden burst of bright light emanates from Dendum's hand!

Yardie glances at Dendum.

Falvicar grins at Dendum.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Smokin stunt yoo growf."

Talliver says, speaking to Missoni, "Whatever accusations have been levied tonight, I beg to differ."

Woulfgar grins at Dendum.

Missoni cocks her head at Talliver.

Dendum says, "Hrmm do not know where the smoke is from..."

Yardie says, speaking to Dendum, "I'm going to help how I can, but it would be wise that both sides cease antagonizing."

Talliver says, "Icemule Trace is not meant for blood lineages. That's the stuff of kings and queens."

Randsford nods in agreement at Talliver.

Adopting an agreeable expression, Dendum nods at Talliver.

Falvicar says, "Good thing Grutak didn't hear that."

Falvicar snickers.

Roelon grins at Falvicar.

Randsford says, "We are not trying to kick out one King to create another."

Missoni says, speaking to Talliver, "It is not a blood lineage if the people vote upon it."

Draelor says, speaking to Yardie, "We've enough to worry about with that elsewhere anyways."

Missoni adds, "Which they have."

Talliver chuckles.

Roelon grins at Randsford.

You agree with Missoni.

Yardie says, speaking to Draelor, "That's the issue. The matters blend."

Falvicar looks at you and hums.

Woulfgar says, speaking quietly to Falvicar, "He has talented people in his ranks, just take em time to swing him right."

A holy aura radiates from your plumille houppelande.

Woulfgar peers quizzically at Roelon.

Perigourd nods at Missoni.

Roelon raises an eyebrow.

You take a deep breath, and look around with renewed vigor. It is good to be alive, and an adventurer in this land.

Falvicar puffs rapidly on his bamboo pipe, some light wisps of fragrant blueberry-scented smoke dancing about him.

Missoni agrees with Perigourd.

Roelon glances between Sorlu and yourself.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Falvicar shakes his bamboo pipe a bit, and the glowing embers within quickly fade and go out.

Falvicar exhales on his pipe.

Falvicar put a lacquered bamboo pipe carved with a twining dragon in his night-hued silk cape.

Perigourd pours himself a leaf-etched glass of deep amber Wildwood whiskey.

Perigourd takes a drink from his amber Wildwood whiskey.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "If ye touch dat kilt, me will never fergib ye."

You say, speaking quietly to Roelon, "What."

Falvicar removes a lacquered square basket from in his night-hued silk cape.

Falvicar pours himself an ice-filled glass of scotch.

Talliver says, "I may not always be able to share in full what's on my mind."

You whisper, "Did I miss something?" to your group.

Falvicar nods understandingly at Talliver.

Nalver glances at Talliver.

Falvicar asks, speaking to Talliver, "Scotch?"

Missoni looks thoughtfully at Talliver.

Roelon whispers, "Askin' to speak to him in privite regardin' what we recieved."

Draelor nods.

Roelon nods slowly.

Draelor just went south.

You quietly whisper to Roelon, "Yes please." Talliver says, "The people will just have to judge whether I've made good decisions or not."

Talliver nods.

Falvicar nods in agreement.

Roelon whispers, "Tomorrow, if we kin. That is alright?"

Woulfgar agrees with Talliver.

Teaberry says, "No one could ask more than that."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "People are kinda dumb."

Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.

Falvicar offers Talliver an ice-filled glass of scotch.

Woulfgar laughs!

You quietly whisper to Roelon, "Tomorrow is fine."

Sorlu grins.

Roelon nods to you.

A young page in the colors of the penitentiary runs in and whispers something to Talliver before sprinting off.

Randsford says, "History will judge that. Icemule will stand or fall as the last free beacon from these competing empires."

Randsford nods at Talliver.

Aliashyrah says, "Well, this has been another interesting evening of discussion."

Aliashyrah stands up.

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

Perigourd gazes west.

Aliashyrah says, "I wish you all well."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly slurs, "Dat me queue to go."

Falvicar nods slowly at Aliashyrah.

Talliver says, speaking quietly to Falvicar, "I... am afraid that scotch will have to wait."

Woulfgar nods at Aliashyrah.

Missoni nods politely at Aliashyrah.

Roelon grins.

Falvicar nods understandingly at Talliver.

Yardie asks, speaking to Talliver, "Is all well?"

Talliver shakily says, "Do pardon me."

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

Randsford raises an eyebrow.

Teaberry asks, "What's wrong?"

Falvicar says, "Another time then."

Missoni looks at Talliver with concern.

Talliver says, speaking to Yardie, "That remains to be seen."

Talliver just went south.

Talliver appears to have given you the slip!

Perigourd frowns.

Aliashyrah says, "He won't tell us, of course."

Aliashyrah waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.

Yardie asks, "Need company to follow?"

Yardie sighs.

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