User:SMITHS89

The Trial of Nehor and Ordim In Ta'Illistim

[Ta'Illistim Keep, Antechamber]
Dominating the center of the chamber is a circular white marble fountain. A majestic peacock with a colorful glass fanned-tail stands atop a center stone with water trickling down the sides into a pool surrounding the base. The pale floor is broken by darker stones that create a walkway leading to a wide velvet-draped arch and a large opening. Sunlight shimmers as it passes through a clear crystal dome above. Also here: Cigger, Rasko, Ordim, Kshadhua, Sola, Aleid, Lord Crime, Aagoth, Lord Zolis, Chatelaine Traiva, Socius, Scrivener Khylynnia who is immobilized, Flockmaster Nehor who is immobilized
Obvious exits: south

You give your eyebrow a little workout.

Speaking pointedly to Traiva, Nehor exclaims, "An investigation I cooperated with, fully!"

Zolis grins at Crime.

Speaking quietly to Sola, Aleid asks, "Have you ever been here? I haven't?"

Speaking to Nehor, Traiva says, "May the Mirror be fair."

Chatelaine Traiva just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

[Ta'Illistim Keep, The Argentate]
Rectangular in shape, the chamber's ceiling is a soaring vault of reflective silver-gilt mosaic. Beneath the glassy mirror is an open expanse of polished stone flooring and a half-moon rostrum, the surface raised three stairsteps above the rest of the room. Atop the dais is a large silver chair inlaid with sapphires. Down a step is a solid silver throne. A carved mistwood door, paneled in silver plating, blends into the long wall of the hall, and a wide velvet-draped arch is recessed opposite the platform leading back to the main area of the keep. You also see a guardsman. Also here: Chatelaine Traiva, Lady Sayilla, High Lady Avawren, Nazriel, Tysong, Sothog, Xilona, Mayor Lylia, Lady Orelwen, Mistress Khobra, Askip, Lady Ysaeril, Jossarian, Apsaras, Akenna, Lady Arenglae, Sweetsin, Onaro, Limorten, Develdeg, High Lord Talinvor
Obvious exits: none

Sothog says, "Quite the crowd here."

You run the back of your hand along your neckline and dramatically flip several wisps of hair off of your shoulders.

Limorten surveys the area.

Speaking to Jossarian, Orelwen admits, "I am quite happy to be here, and mostly recovered. A little cough here and there is nothing."

Jossarian nods politely to you.

Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod.

Talinvor grins at you.

Avawren shifts her weight.

Mianne just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Socius just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Yakushi just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Kshadhua just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Avawren bows her head slightly to you as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy. Sothog nods to Socius in greeting.

Khobra nods in greeting at Socius.

Jossarian nods at Orelwen.

Lylia says, "Justice is neither pleasant nor unpleasant. It simply is.I hope to enjoy some of it tonight."

You smile.

Talinvor glances at Khylynnia.

Ordim's group just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Speaking in Elven, you say, "Good evening."

Aagoth just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Sothog glances at Ordim.

Lord Zolis just strode through a wide velvet-draped arch.

(Ordim grunts loudly and deeply, causing the bells on his shirt to jingle discordantly.)

Orelwen smiles at you.

Sweetsin taps Zolis lightly on his shoulder.

Zolis grins crookedly at Lylia.

Lylia smiles at Zolis.

Zolis bows to Lylia.

Speaking warmly to Orelwen, Jossarian says, "That is extremely good news. I am glad you've recovered so well."

Lylia shifts her eyes to Ordim.

You smile at Orelwen.

Zolis grins crookedly at Sweetsin.

Crime quietly says, "Oh god, this place, and and."

Apsaras bites her lip.

Orelwen offers you an airy kiss on each cheek.

Sweetsin stares at Crime.

Limorten glances at Ordim.

Sensou just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Limorten snickers.

An elf in Illistim livery places a horn to his lips and blows three times. Speaking quietly to Sweetsin, Crime exclaims, "You!"

Kshadhua glances between Nehor and Khylynnia.

Aagoth breathes in deeply as he clenches a pipe in his mouth, then exhales slowly, causing some light amorphous clouds of puffy smoke to float up from his mouth.

Sothog blinks.

You kiss Orelwen on the cheek.

Sensou slowly empties his lungs.

Limorten says, "Never seen a Dwarven jester..let alone in the keep."

Limorten snickers.

Speaking shrilly to Talinvor, Khylynnia asks, "Tallyvor! Have you played a trick on me?"

Speaking to Orelwen, you say, "You're looking well."

You see Lady Orelwen Greyvael the Handmaiden to the Argent Mirror.
She appears to be an Illistim Elf.
She is moderately tall and has a balletic figure. She appears to be very young. She has vibrant amaranthine eyes and radiant gardenia-white skin. She has waist-length, thick argent white hair swept into a tightly wound bun at the top of her head. She has a slender face, a petite button nose and a small beauty mark just above her petal-shaped lips.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a braided vaalin geldaralad centered with a single sapphire teardrop, a high-waisted argentine blue gown draping a dip-dyed sapphire chiffon watteau train, a simple white satin reticule, and a pair of sheer ivory silk stockings under some silvery lace-on-silk pinsons with cerulean glimaertone beads along the vamp.

Socius composes himself, keeping a close eye on Nehor and Khylynnia.

Talinvor raises an eyebrow in Khylynnia's direction.

Lylia whispers something to Zolis.

Nehor dryly drawls, "...And I see there is an audience in waiting." Nehor lets his gaze slide over the attending audience, eyes cold and hard. "How long has this betrayal been planned? I thought that the Valley of Gold would prevent such...injustices."

Speaking to Jossarian, Orelwen says, "Indeed! Well enough to dance... and enjoy some cheesecake."

Khobra glances at Khylynnia.

Zolis nods in agreement at Lylia.

Talinvor looks thoughtfully at Khylynnia.

Lylia turns around.

Speaking coldly to Nehor, Socius says, "Quiet."

Lylia raises an eyebrow in Nehor's direction.

Speaking to Khylynnia, Limorten says, "A poor disguise Ordim."

Jossarian begins chuckling at Orelwen!

From through the large ogee arch steps a page, his small body clad in the blue and silver livery of House Illistim. The page pauses a moment before moving forward. Behind him come two members of the Sapphire Guard, who follow him through the room as he walks to the rostrum at its far end. He places the silver-encased book on the seat of the chair and steps back.

Speaking amusedly to Orelwen, Traiva asks, "You have the stomach for cheesecake again?"

Limorten shakes his head at Khylynnia and clucks his tongue.

Lylia says, "Oh, you are here too? I was not here for you."

Avawren offers you a silver-foiled pale parchment envelope. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Lylia chuckles.

Speaking to Orelwen, Jossarian murmurs, "Quite well indeed, then."

Sweetsin glances between Khylynnia and Ordim.

You glance over your shoulder at Akenna.

(Ordim grunts loudly and deeply, causing the bells on his shirt to jingle discordantly.)

You smile.

Ysaeril places her hand on her sapphire ornament.

Speaking seriously to Traiva, Orelwen says, "I always have a stomach for cheesecake."

Speaking shrilly to Limorten, Khylynnia exclaims, "Disguise? What do you mean? Ordims do not need disguises!"

Sensou gazes heavenward.

You nod at Avawren.

You accept Avawren's offer and are now holding a silver-foiled pale parchment envelope.

Traiva smiles at Orelwen.

Traiva calmly flutters her wings at Orelwen to an unheard rhythm.

Mianne just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Speaking to Orelwen, Traiva says, "That is very good to hear."

Talinvor glances at Ordim.

Sweetsin raises an eyebrow.

Jossarian glances appraisingly at Nehor.

Khobra nods slowly at Ordim.

Speaking to Limorten, Sweetsin asks, "Really? This is what we are going with?"

A member of the Sapphire Guard pounds the butt of his halberd against the stone floor -- once, twice, three times. His compatriots snap to attention. The guardsman, his voice deep, announces, "Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden, Seneschal."

Akenna glances between Avawren and yourself.

Speaking to Talinvor, Ordim says, "Its a silver to look, gems to dance."

Sweetsin clears her throat.

(Ordim grunts loudly and deeply, causing the bells on his shirt to jingle discordantly.)

Sweetsin takes a deep breath.

Walking behind the Seneschal, a procession of blue-clad attendants files quietly down the center aisle. In each pair of hands is a quill and at each waist is a scroll-tube. The procession takes up places at either side of the rostrum.

Speaking to Ordim, Talinvor asks, "Do dwarves dance?"

Zolis laces his fingers behind his back and stands at rigid attention.

Speaking to Khylynnia, Sweetsin says, "Its ok Ordim, we are here to help you."

Ordim sighs.

You nod slowly at Avawren.

Ysaeril gazes with awe at a half-moon rostrum.

Mistress Berkana just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Sothog leans leisurely on his mossbark runestaff, a thoughtful expression upon his face.

(Ordim does a half-hearted jig, the bells on his clothing somehow sounding sad as they jingle.)

Berkana kisses Lylia on the cheek.

Zolis nods curtly to Berkana.

Ordim holds his palm out toward Talinvor, looking for a handout.

Speaking to Talinvor, Onaro says, "It's more of a drunken sway and stomp.."

Zolis grins crookedly at Berkana.

Berkana begins chuckling at Zolis!

Speaking to Ordim, Sensou asks, "You're in some trouble eh? What did your box say about that?"

Aeriadrn recites:

   
All are welcome here, but you are expected to show respect and abide by the laws of our court.

Talinvor grins.

Speaking to Sensou, Ordim says, "My box... what? Grunthar doesn't have a box."

Sensou asks, "Did you get 'The Portal' ?"

Berkana smiles at Talinvor.

Ordim touches one finger to his lips.

Traiva turns to face Aeriadrn.

Sensou looks thoughtfully at Ordim.

Talinvor clasps Berkana's hand tenderly.

Berkana kisses Alisaire on the cheek.

Alisaire inclines her head.

Sothog bows to Aeriadrn.

Speaking shrilly to Sweetsin, Khylynnia exclaims, "Oh! Someone who understands my plight!"

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Sweetsin winces.

Speaking coldly to Khylynnia, Socius says, "Quiet, Ordim."

Talinvor leans forward.

Talinvor sniffs.

Speaking encouragingly to Khylynnia, Nehor exclaims, "Be strong, Ordim. They have nothing on us. We have done nothing wrong!"

Again, the member of the Sapphire Guard pounds the butt of his halberd against the stone floor -- rapping three times. His booming voice announces, "The Ladies and Lord Councillors of Thrones."

Talinvor sniffs at Khylynnia.

Nazriel carefully brushes the volcanic ash and soot off himself.

Kshadhua attends to his black hat, making the hat as presentable as possible.

Several women, and one man, process through the Argentate towards the rostrum. Their pace is slow, though dignified, and several are helped along by solicitous pages. One of the women stares straight ahead, her face emotionless.

Ordim perspires delicately.

You nod understandingly at Avawren.

A quiet tapping noise can be heard for a brief moment.

Speaking thoughtfully to Khylynnia, Talinvor says, "Something odd."

Jossarian nods understandingly at Orelwen.

Speaking to Sweetsin, Onaro whispers aloud, "I expected such a dangerous criminal to be.. taller."

Onaro stares at Khylynnia.

Talinvor rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You glance over your shoulder.

Sweetsin looks over at Talinvor and shakes her head.

Sweetsin touches one finger to her lips.

Xilona observes her surroundings with an almost excruciating slowness.

Talinvor peers quizzically at Sweetsin.

Aeriadrn recites:

   
Argent Mirror, Myasara Illistim welcomes all this day and wishes me to remind you that you are in the presence of the ruler of one of the Great Elven Houses.  All here will show behavior and actions becoming of such an event.  All weapons should be stowed at this time and all pets either removed or hidden from view.

Kshadhua nods respectfully at Berkana.

High Lady Rohese's group just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Arenglae giggles at Onaro.

Akenna curtsies.

Sothog put a vultite-shod mossbark runestaff in his serpent skin harness.

Rohese smiles.

Khobra glances at Nehor.

Lylia smiles at Rohese.

(Ordim grunts loudly and deeply, causing the bells on his shirt to jingle discordantly.)

Rohese nods in greeting at Socius.

Aendir nods in greeting.

Traiva flutters her wings at Rohese.

Socius nods to Rohese in greeting.

Lylia nods in greeting at Aendir.

[Ta'Illistim Keep, The Argentate]
Rectangular in shape, the chamber's ceiling is a soaring vault of reflective silver-gilt mosaic. Beneath the glassy mirror is an open expanse of polished stone flooring and a half-moon rostrum, the surface raised three stairsteps above the rest of the room. Atop the dais is a large silver chair inlaid with sapphires. Down a step is a solid silver throne. A carved mistwood door, paneled in silver plating, blends into the long wall of the hall, and a wide velvet-draped arch is recessed opposite the platform leading back to the main area of the keep. You also see a guardsman.
Also here: Aendir, High Lady Rohese, Mistress Berkana, Sensou, Lord Zolis, Aagoth, Sola, Aleid, Lord Crime, Ordim, Kshadhua, Yakushi, Socius, Flockmaster Nehor who is immobilized, Scrivener Khylynnia who is immobilized, Alisaire, Chatelaine Traiva, Lady Sayilla, High Lady Avawren, Nazriel, Tysong, Sothog, Xilona, Mayor Lylia, Lady Orelwen, Mistress Khobra, Askip, Lady Ysaeril, Jossarian, Apsaras, Akenna, Lady Arenglae, Sweetsin, Onaro, Limorten, Develdeg, High Lord Talinvor, Lord Aeriadrn
Obvious exits: none

Berkana grins at Lylia.

Rohese beams happily at Lylia!

Berkana kisses Rohese tenderly on the cheek.

Sensou glances between Ordim and Khylynnia.

Aendir smiles at Lylia.

Ysaeril curtsies politely to Rohese.

Arenglae smiles at Rohese.

Rohese whispers something to Lylia.

Talinvor leans on Ordim, giving him a companionable grin.

Ysaeril whispers something to Rohese.

Speaking to Sensou, Ordim reminds, "It's a silver to look, gems to dance."

Sweetsin smiles at Rohese.

Talinvor coughs.

Rohese smiles.

Lylia inclines her head.

(Ordim grunts loudly and deeply, causing the bells on his shirt to jingle discordantly.)

The sound of metal on bone comes from Yakushi's mouth.

Avawren shifts her weight.

Land Pirate Maylan just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

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

Maylan blinks.

Sothog nods to Maylan in greeting.

A member of the Sapphire Guard pounds the butt of his halberd against the stone floor -- each sharp rap sounding like a crack of thunder. Around the room, several ladies drop into curtsies and men into half bows. The guardsman, his voice deep, announces, "Argent Mirror Myasara Illistim, her Illumination, Head of House Illistim, Monarch of the Illistimi People, Defender of Ta'Illistim and Keeper of Knowledge."

Mianne just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Speaking to Sothog, Maylan exclaims, "Ahoy!"

Myasara passes through the open aisle in the center of the assembled crowd, pausing before the rostrum. She regards the large chair and the book atop it with respect, then takes her own seat on the lower throne.

Sothog grins at Maylan.

With a graceful movement of her hands, Sweetsin lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Myasara.

Talinvor inclines his head.

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

Jossarian bows to Myasara.

Avawren bows her head slightly as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy.

Socius bows respectfully, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

Alisaire inclines her head.

Traiva curtsies gracefully.

Ysaeril bows her head slightly toward Myasara as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before her.

Askip smiles and bows.

Khobra nods respectfully at Myasara.

Zolis tilts his head up.

Myasara walks over to the throne and settles down.

Myasara nods.

Lylia whispers something to Rohese.

(Ordim bows before Myasara, the bells on his clothing jingling on the way down and again on the way up.)

Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy to Myasara. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod in her direction.

Sothog bows to Myasara.

The long, cobalt velvet skirts of Rohese's elegant gown puddle around her feet as she sinks into a curtsy low enough to honor royalty.

Apsaras bows to Myasara.

Mianne curtsies.

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

Akenna bows her head slightly toward Myasara as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before her.

Lylia places a hand over her heart.

Speaking dryly to Myasara, Nehor informs, "I would take the knee, but I seem to be rather tied up at the moment."

With a graceful movement of her hands, Lynaera lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Myasara.

Lylia bows to Myasara.

Murstyr stares at Nehor.

Maylan quietly whines, "Are we allowed to sit down?"

Pushing your narrow spectacles with a single index finger, you slide them back up your nose.

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Nehor.

Develdeg bows to Myasara.

Sensou folds his arms over his chest.

Rohese bites her lip.

Nazriel bows to Myasara.

Speaking to Nehor, Murstyr says, "You shall remind silent until asked to speak."

Aendir chuckles.

Zolis bows to Myasara.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Jossarian glances over his shoulder at Aendir.

You walk toward Aeriadrn.

Speaking quietly to Murstyr, Crime says, "The word is remain, not remind."

Khobra glances between Murstyr and Nehor.

Murstyr just closed a sapphire wool cape.

Ordim fidgets.

Aendir winks at Jossarian.

Murstyr strides over to stand before Myasara.

Arenglae thoughtfully studies Crime, a satisfied expression quickly reaching her face.

Jossarian chuckles to himself.

Crime snaps around suddenly and looks about suspiciously.

Talinvor leans against a carved mistwood door.

You quietly whisper to Aeriadrn, "This is a letter regarding the trial."

Aendir rests a gentle hand on Rohese's arm.

Khobra examines Khylynnia closely, sizing her up and taking note of all the details.

Rohese smiles at Aendir.

Maylan wildly swats at the air around her, nearly knocking herself in the head.

You quietly whisper to Aeriadrn, "It is addressed to the Argent Mirror... it has been given to me by Lady Avawren."

Myasara watches the room, her face calm.

Sothog blinks at Maylan.

Ordim fidgets.

Heavy droplets of sweat drip from Ordim's brow.

Aeriadrn nods to you.

With a serene smile, Sweetsin laces her fingers together in quiet repose.

Xilona sighs.

Socius glances between Nehor and Khylynnia.

Speaking shrilly to Khobra, Khylynnia exclaims, "Oh, so since I am all trundled up everyone wants to get a closer look? I'm an Ordim, and nothing can change that!"

You shift your weight.

Sensou looks rather confused.

Khobra examines Khylynnia closely, sizing her up and taking note of all the details.

Sensou blinks at Ordim.

(Ordim grunts loudly and deeply, causing the bells on his shirt to jingle discordantly.)

Lylia shifts her eyes to Khylynnia.

Arenglae studies Khylynnia, giving her an intense consideration.

Onaro squints at Ordim.

Speaking coldly to Khylynnia, Socius says, "Quiet."

Speaking to Onaro, Ordim says, "It's a silver to look, gems to dance."

Speaking in Elven to Khylynnia, Khobra says, "I've nothing to say, regarding you."

Rohese bites her lip.

Onaro chuckles.

Myasara says, "Now then."

Khobra turns away from Khylynnia, ignoring her.

Ordim touches one finger to his lips.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Myasara.

Jossarian folds his hands behind his back.

Onaro removes an uncut ruby from in his dark black wool greatcoat.

Rohese folds her hands.

Onaro offers Ordim an uncut ruby.

Ordim accepts Onaro's uncut ruby.

Speaking to Ordim, Onaro says, "Dance, dwarf."

Onaro smiles.

Khobra examines Onaro closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.

Onaro folds his arms over his chest.

(Ordim does a half-hearted jig, the bells on his clothing somehow sounding sad as they jingle.)

Myasara says, "Perhaps we are not ready yet."

Arenglae looks about with a puzzled expression on her face.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Myasara.

Kshadhua nods encouragingly at Ordim.

Onaro applauds politely.

Traiva folds her hands.

(Ordim as he finishes his dance, a strange pendant falls off him.)

You offer your pale parchment envelope to Aeriadrn, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Myasara.

Ordim flails his arms about.

Zolis steeples his fingers together, quietly observing his surroundings.

Ordim carefully looks himself over.

Ordim prods himself in the ribs with his thumb.

Ordim nervously giggles.

Myasara says, "Commander, please remove those who cannot be respectful of our court."

Ordim glances nervously at Socius.

Ordim gulps.

Murstyr nods.

Yakushi ponders.

Aendir folds his hands.

Ordim strides a few steps backward.

Ordim walks to stand behind a solid silver throne.

Ordim raises his arms defensively in front of his face and ducks behind them.

Faint ripples in the floor beneath Nazriel become apparent before quickly dissipating. Arenglae stares at Ordim.

Rohese raises an eyebrow in Ordim's direction.

Onaro examines his fingernails.

Lylia turns her head toward Ordim to favor him with a silent, withering gaze.

Myasara says, "Welcome to all who come to the Shining City."

Sothog smiles.

Apsaras smiles.

Maylan wiggles her eyebrows.

Nazriel smiles politely.

Kshadhua nods respectfully at Lylia.

Naamit suddenly fades into view.

Aeriadrn whispers, "Please give me this letter."

Zolis grins crookedly at Naamit.

Berkana kisses Naamit tenderly on the cheek.

Talinvor gives a sidelong glance at Naamit.

Berkana seems a bit less imposing.

Lylia nods respectfully at Kshadhua.

You offer your pale parchment envelope to Aeriadrn, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Speaking quietly to herself, Maylan says, "Sure is purdy here."

Aeriadrn has accepted your offer and is now holding a silver-foiled pale parchment envelope.

Orelwen giggles at Jossarian.

Crime mutters hopeitrains.

You nod.

Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod.

Sensou gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Sothog nods to Naamit in greeting.

Sweetsin glances up.

You fold your hands.

Aleid furrows her brow.

Myasara says, "'We come to you this evening to discuss several issues concerning our city and people."

Akenna lets out a sigh of relief.

Xilona casually observes her surroundings.

Talinvor looks thoughtfully at Yakushi.

Aendir folds his hands behind his back.

Myasara says, "When last we came before you, we honored many who helped us achieve our goal of friendship with the Turamzzyrian Empire. We had two members of our court who could not return in time. We would honor them tonight before dealing with other matters."

Arabesques of obsidian-hued twine deep within the heart of Khobra's black diamond.

Jossarian nods in agreement at Orelwen.

Rohese's peacock blue glimaerstone, which is set against her forehead, dims and then suddenly brightens again as silver sparks swirl within the gem.

Onaro clenches his jaw.

Ysaeril nods understandingly.

Myasara says, "Lady Arenglae Amalathia Illistim."

Mianne frowns.

Mianne reaches over to her head and guides her fuchsia spider to her awaiting hand.

Mianne put a small fuchsia spider in her oilcloth book strap.

Rohese smiles at Arenglae.

Myasara says, "Please step forward."

Alisaire looks thoughtfully at Arenglae.

Aendir gazes proudly at Arenglae.

Arenglae takes a few steps in a small circle.

Grambre just strode through a wide velvet-draped arch.

With an empathetic nod, Rohese discreetly takes Akenna's hand in hers and gives it a momentary squeeze.

Sensou nods to Grambre in greeting.

Felarion just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Myasara says, "Lady Arenglae, you showed much bravery in traveling to Solhaven and Vornavis with our delegation. Through your efforts, we were able to meet with the Emperor at the Valley of Gold. You are a brightness that draws others to you, like a beautiful moth to the light."

Grambre nods at Sensou.

You smile.

Avawren looks at Lynaera and hums.

Avawren frowns.

Blades just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Arenglae blushes sheepishly to herself.

Blades ponders.

Sweetsin smiles at Arenglae.

Berkana smiles at Blades.

Blades mutters peacocks.

A layer of water surrounds Arenglae and ripples with each movement.
You see Lady Arenglae Amalathia Illistim the Aristocrat.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is average height and has a fragile physique. She appears to have come of age. She has subtly tilted, argent-sheened celestial blue eyes and impeccably radiant lotus white skin. She has very long, sapphire-suffused midnight black hair that falls down her back in an austere style, save for two gathered locks pulled forward to drape over each shoulder. She has a gently sloped aquiline nose and subtly strong chin that offsets the smooth soft features gently rounding out her face, and elongated outwardly curved ears. She has a silver-speckled frost blue gloss brushed onto her perfectly manicured fingernails.
She is surrounded by a circle of crystalline ice shards.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a delicate silver halo tiara set with trios of dark blue amber drops, a delicate vaalin chain dangling a faceted blue diamond snowflake, a snow white satin cloak embroidered with a sapphire peacock, a narrow basket of interwoven glowbark, an alabaster plumille gown boasting a high collar of albino peacock plumes, a white vaalin ring etched with a blue-tipped peacock feather, a twisted vaalin signet ring, and some opaque white thigh-high stockings trimmed with silver fox fur under a pair of silvered glass slippers.

Blades glances at Berkana.

Berkana clears her throat.

Blades winks at Berkana.

Sweetsin surreptitiously glances at Blades.

Zolis starts chortling.

Lylia gazes in amusement at Blades.

Myasara says, "For your works as part of our delegation, we wish to award you with an elven jewel that will be displayed in your personal crest. A diamond rimmed in sapphire blue for your diplomatic service to House Illistim."

Rohese's expression towards Blades gives the impression that perhaps a different approach is in order.

Berkana chuckles.

Aendir smiles.

You applaud politely.

Ysaeril applauds politely.

Blades smiles at Lylia.

Jossarian nods approvingly at Arenglae.

Socius applauds politely.

Nazriel applauds.

Rohese applauds politely.

Sweetsin applauds politely.

Maylan applauds loudly.

Grambre applauds.

Lynaera nods approvingly at Arenglae.

Aleid just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Lylia applauds politely.

Tysong glances around, looking a bit less confident.

The tingling sensation and sense of security leaves Tysong.

Traiva applauds Arenglae.

Lylia smiles at Arenglae.

Berkana applauds politely.

Speaking delightedly to Myasara, Arenglae says, "You honor me, Argent Mirror. Thank you."

(Ordim grunts loudly and deeply, causing the bells on his shirt to jingle discordantly.)

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

Sothog applauds.

Alisaire smiles politely.

Talinvor whispers something to Sweetsin.

Lady Elaejia just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Deep in thought, Kshadhua laces his fingers before him.

Myasara says, "We are glad you could be with us tonight."

Rohese smiles at Arenglae.

Jossarian glances over his shoulder at Elaejia.

Arenglae places a hand over her heart.

Sweetsin whispers something to Talinvor.

Myasara says, "Lady Sayilla Javilerre Illistim."

Myasara says, "Please step forward."

Aleid just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Rohese whispers something to Arenglae.

Elaejia grins wryly at Jossarian.

You beam happily at Sayilla!

Sayilla takes a few steps in a small circle.

Rohese smiles at Sayilla.

Sayilla nods.

Sothog peers quizzically at Sayilla.

Jossarian flashes a quick grin at Elaejia.

Ordim just arrived. Wait, wasn't he here already?

Sayilla curtsies to Myasara.

Elaejia smiles warmly at Aendir.

You smile at Arenglae.

Naamit casts an appraising gaze over her surroundings, seemingly taking in every detail.

Avawren nods understandingly.

Lylia nods at Maylan.

Talinvor nods at Sayilla.

Myasara says, "Lady Sayilla, since coming our court, you have shown your loyalty. You have been our voice here at home and in lands far away. You were an important part of the delegation that we sent to Vornavis. You spoke to the Baron and his son on our behalf and helped negotiate our aid to the Empire." Blades nods at Lylia.

Elaejia walks toward Jossarian.

Elaejia folds her hands.

Arenglae whispers something to Rohese.

Myasara says, "For your work on our behalf, we wish to award you with an elven jewel that will be displayed in your personal crest. A diamond rimmed in gold for your leadership in serving House Illistim."

Rohese smiles at Arenglae.

Jossarian whispers something to Elaejia.

Sweetsin applauds Sayilla.

Aendir smiles at Sayilla.

Berkana applauds politely.

Xilona folds her hands.

Jossarian applauds politely.

Grambre applauds politely.

Rohese applauds Sayilla politely.

Sayilla says, "Thank you Argent Mirror. I will always strive to serve you and our House."

Ysaeril applauds politely.

Aendir applauds politely.

You applaud politely.

Lynaera applauds.

Lylia applauds politely.

Sayilla curtsies to Myasara.

Arenglae beams happily at Sayilla!

Maylan laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Traiva applauds Sayilla.

Maylan applauds Sayilla.

Myasara smiles at Sayilla.

Arenglae applauds.

Nazriel applauds.

Sayilla flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

You see Lady Sayilla Javilerre Illistim.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is petite. She appears to be young. She has slightly tilted pale green eyes and fair skin. She has long, glossy copper hair flowing over her slender shoulders. She has an oval face, a classical nose and upswept pointed ears. She is in good shape.
She is wearing a delicate vaalin and sapphire necklace, a pale sapphire blue silk gown with trailing alabaster lace sleeves, a small vaalin signet ring, and a pair of sapphire blue silk slippers.

Myasara says, "Now."

Aendir leans softly against Rohese.

Rohese folds her hands.

Myasara says, "I do have an announcement of sorts."

Elaejia whispers something to Jossarian.

Blades glances at Nehor.

Zolis closes his eyes for a moment.

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Myasara.

Myasara says, "I do not see Master Clunk here this evening."

Lylia looks over at Blades and shakes her head.

Myasara gazes in wonder at her surroundings.

Lylia beckons Ordim closer with a slow curl of her forefinger.

Rohese glances around the room.

Blades looks thoughtfully at Ordim.

Blades nods at Lylia.

Sweetsin gazes in wonder at her surroundings.

Lylia whispers something to Blades.

Blades says, "Noted."

Lylia smiles quietly to herself.

Berkana chuckles to herself.

Avawren whispers, "I apologize for being a bug in your ear again, Lady Silima. But an ... associate of mine followed that noisy dwarf before he arrival in the Keep and believe he is not a dwarf."

You give your eyebrow a little workout.

You casually observe your surroundings.

Myasara says, "Master clunk handed over his chocolates for testing."

Nazriel blinks.

Sensou appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You quietly whisper to Avawren, "Whom?"

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Myasara says, "We have had his chocolates analyzed, and we have found no trace of poison in them. We do not believe the chocolates harmed anyone, and he is free of suspicion and doubt in this matter."

Lord Legionnaire Commander Jaranzair just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Ysaeril gives a sigh of relief.

You see Ordim the Treasure Hunter.
He appears to be a Dwarf.
He is average height. He appears to be of a tender age. He has sparkling deep heliotrope eyes and ashen skin. He has short, thick chestnut hair. He has a square face, a crooked nose and an owl-shaped mark perched on his wrist. He has a fake-looking white beard.
He has a runic dachre tattoo on his neck. He is in good shape.
He is holding an uncut ruby in his right hand.
He is wearing a floppy bright purple hat dangling oversized brass bells from each point, a tall emerald silk ruff embroidered with slender bronze quills, a sweeping silk cape, a multi-hued patchwork vest fitted with bells at the pointed sleeves and hem, a plum and white jester mask trimmed with brass bells, a soft deep brown suede satchel slung over his shoulder, a pair of shiny blue bracers, a kraken-wrapped blood marble ring, an enameled silver and gold belt, some vibrant bloused linen trousers fashioned of multi-hued diamond patches, and a pair of curl-toed suede shoes fitted with brass bells at the tips.

Sensou nods approvingly.

Rohese nods approvingly.

Socius nods approvingly.

Onaro raises an eyebrow.

Sothog nods.

Sothog rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Apsaras nods.

Alisaire nods once.

Sweetsin nods knowingly.

Crime mutters testonnalfein.

Sothog glances at Jaranzair.

Myasara says, "Lord Aeriadrn."

Zolis chortles softly at some secret joke.

Jossarian nods.

Jaranzair stares at Sothog.

Grambre begins to do his best to bandage his wounded right leg.

Orelwen whispers something to Jossarian.

Sothog bows to Jaranzair.

Jossarian chuckles to himself.

Jossarian nods sympathetically at Orelwen.

Aeriadrn says, "Yes Mirror."

Aeriadrn bows.

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Myasara.

Myasara says, "Excellent."

Avawren whispers, "My associate? Someone loyal to the Nations, and doing good work."

Myasara says, "Now."

Avawren slowly tilts her wrist upwards, flicking her jade lace fan open in a smooth delicate motion while gazing demurely past the thin razored blades branching across the fan.

Rohese whispers something to Aendir.

You quietly whisper to Avawren, "No, the dwarf-- Oh-- I see him."

Myasara says, "Most of you, if not all, have heard of the series of poisonings that have occurred in our city and at the Valley of Gold."

You walk toward Murstyr.

Rohese nods in agreement at Aendir.

Socius tightens his jaw slightly.

Xilona tilts her head toward Myasara, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Sensou grins at Grambre.

Sweetsin takes a moment to observe Socius.

Naamit whispers something to Socius.

Orelwen nods at Jossarian.

Elaejia tilts her head up.

Zolis arches a skeptical eyebrow as he takes in his surroundings.

You quietly whisper to Murstyr, "That dwarf there..."She gestures at Ordim." He is not a dwarf someone followed him..."

Aendir folds his hands.

Myasara says, "Lord Aendir suffered an illness after eating some tainted food this spring. More recently, Lady Silima and Lady Orelwen were afflicted at the Valley of Gold."

Kshadhua furrows his brow.

Rohese rests a gentle hand on Aendir's arm.

You fold your hands.

Aendir gives Rohese a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Lylia sets her mouth in a thin line of disapproval.

Jossarian narrows his eyes.

Jaranzair glances at Lylia.

Ysaeril touches one finger to her lips.

Onaro folds his arms over his chest.

Sothog nods.

Aendir gazes with interest at Ordim.

Myasara says, "We believe there were others also afflicted in these incidents."

(Ordim grunts loudly and deeply, causing the bells on his shirt to jingle discordantly.)

A sliver of obsidian-flecked black diamond, which is set against Khobra's forehead, glitters brightly for a few moments.

You quietly whisper to Murstyr, "He is Ordim. I have it on good authority."

Orelwen takes a moment to observe Ordim.

Myasara says, "Lady Ysaeril and others outside of our city."

Elaejia frowns.

Ysaeril's face turns slightly pale.

Murstyr nods.

Socius glances between Nehor and Khylynnia.

Grambre shifts his weight.

Lylia nods at Myasara.

You see Scrivener Khylynnia SparrHawk the Treasure Hunter.
She appears to be a Halfling.
She is diminutive and has a nicely proportioned frame. She appears to be very young. She has silver-flecked coal black eyes and lily white skin. She has waist length, thick platinum hair pinned back on one side with a softly pleated melon-hued hibiscus. She has a painted tanik mask partially covering her face. She has naturally glossy, raspberry-hued, deeply pouted lips. She has glimmering dark amethyst lacquer brushed onto her softly rounded fingernails. She has a long cut down the center of her right palm, a tattoo of the Arkati L'Naere across her left shoulder, and a soaring hawk tattoo on her neck.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a warm almond muffin in her left hand.
She is wearing a patchwork cloth pouch secured with a muffin-shaped buckle, a polished silver pocket watch with a fine silver chain, a muffin-shaped key strung from a twisted chain, a dark grey cloak, a twisted purple linen turban, an opaque spidersilk backpack, a hooded rune-covered dark grey robe, a coiled mithglin chain armband, a pair of leather pants, and some flat silver-laced sandals.

Myasara says, "After an investigation and correspondence, we have asked one Master

Socius of the Isle of the Four Winds to attend us this evening. He has brought the men who are suspect of these deeds."

Socius bows respectfully, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

Aendir glances between Ordim and Nehor.

Rohese smiles at Socius.

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Jossarian looks thoughtfully at Socius.

Sweetsin glances between Khylynnia and Nehor.

You quietly whisper to Socius, "You have an imposter... that dwarf is the one-- I have it on good authority from someone who followed him."

Myasara says, "But we see some confusion."

Lylia nods at Socius.

Ordim fidgets.

You quietly whisper to Socius, "Your halfling is false."

Onaro raises an eyebrow.

Naamit gives a sidelong glance over her shoulder at Khylynnia.

Sensou begins to do his best to bandage Grambre's wounded right leg.

Orelwen takes a moment to observe Socius.

Socius turns to face Ordim.

Aendir raises an eyebrow.

Ordim blinks at Socius.

Khobra glances between Naamit and Khylynnia.

Ordim's body, including any visible musculature, relaxes significantly. His skin then ripples violently, its appearance shifting, and sharp cracking sounds come from beneath his skin as his body transforms to alter his height and body.
The transformation seems to come to its conclusion as the cracking sounds fade away and Ordim's visible skin firms up around his muscles and facial features. It isn't entirely clear if this is an illusion framing him or his true form.

Sensou nods at Grambre.

Grambre grins at Sensou.

Ordim flails his arms about.

Jossarian blinks at Ordim.

Ordim gulps.

Onaro says, "Well."

You glance sharply at Ordim.

Talinvor smirks.

Sweetsin gasps.

You exclaim, "Get him!"

Jossarian frowns.

Kshadhua gives Ordim a rather puzzled look.

Rohese gasps.

(Ordim waves sheepishly at Socius.)

Apsaras blinks.

Lylia puts her hands on her hips.

Nazriel cocks his head.

Apsaras frowns.

Ordim nervously giggles.

Khobra moves to stand in front of Ordim.

Akenna frowns.

Traiva folds her wings across her back.

Socius growls ferociously!

You walk toward Ordim.

Lady Regwen just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Xilona shakes her head.

Nehor plaintively cries, "Run, friend Ordim! Run! Socius is falsely accusing us all!"

Orelwen stares at Ordim.

Ordim flails his arms about.

Regwen curtsies gracefully.

Avawren fans herself lightly with her jade lace fan, the small bladepoints within glittering like a trail of twinkling stardust over her skin as she takes on a subtly studious expression.

Aendir sneers at Ordim.

Khylynnia shrilly exclaims, "That Ordim is an Imposter!"

Aleid surreptitiously glances at Nehor.

Kshadhua takes a few steps back.

Ordim exclaims, "You'll never mistakenly not catch me again!"

Jossarian glances skeptically at Nehor.

Ordim flails his arms about.

Kshadhua glances suspiciously around the room.

Khobra examines Khylynnia closely, sizing her up and taking note of all the details.

Blades glances at Ordim.

Nazriel stares at Ordim.

Maylan blinks.

Sothog squints at Ordim.

Berkana gazes in amusement at Ordim.

Socius grabs Ordim and holds him fast.

Regwen glances at Ordim.

You see Socius Leiffen.
He appears to be a Human.
He is plain-looking in every regard save his eyes, and has a huge scar running the length of his right cheek and down across the front of his neck. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has piercing light green eyes and deeply tanned skin. He has a bald head. He has an intense face and a narrow nose.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a tall-collared ashen wool longcoat fastened at the shoulder, an aspen green silk shirt faintly patterned with feathers, an obsidian ring inlaid with delicate white ivory runes, a narrow leather pouch, some pressed charcoal grey trousers, and a pair of slim grey boots with a verdant tinge.

Pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, Alisaire shakes her head in disbelief.

Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle.

Naamit shifts her weight.

Sweetsin becomes solid again.

Myasara asks, "We have two of them?"

Zolis chortles softly at some secret joke.

Myasara asks, "Is not one enough?"

Orelwen furrows her brow.

Nehor frightenedly exclaims, "Socius the Butcher wishes all who disagreed with him silenced! So he has set us up!"

Kshadhua chuckles to himself.

You say, "An imposter."

Appearing lost in the commotion around her, Maylan's eyes slowly begin to cross as she stares off into the distance. Abruptly, Maylan shakes her head, and her eyes focus forward.

Speaking politely to Myasara, Socius says, "Your pardon, Mirror. A charade has been perpetrated; it would appear."

Arenglae takes a moment to observe Nehor.

Aendir studies Nehor, giving him an intense consideration.

Speaking to Sweetsin, Onaro whispers aloud, "This was worth the walk."

Xilona squints at Nehor.

Sothog glares at Nehor.

Onaro nods sagely.

Limorten chuckles.

Talinvor helpfully says, "Can execute all three then."

Socius shakes Ordim roughly.

Myasara says, "We can see."

Sothog coughs.

Berkana begins chuckling at Talinvor!

(Sothog composes himself.)

Khobra glances between Socius and Ordim.

Alisaire gazes in amusement at Talinvor.

Myasara glances at Talinvor.

Akenna fidgets.

Aendir's eyes narrow, and his expression darkens as he swiftly averts his gaze downward.

Sweetsin looks over at Talinvor and shakes her head.

Jaranzair agrees with Talinvor.

Yakushi's halfling head shakes back and forth for a short couple of moments.

Myasara says, "Lord Aendir."

Socius glares at Khylynnia.

Speaking softly to Aendir, Rohese remarks, "It seems nothing changes."

Avawren quietly says, "Who in the world is the fake then ..."

Aendir frowns at Rohese.

Regwen ponders.

Avawren frowns.

Aendir tilts his head slightly, turning his attention to Myasara. He regards

Myasara in a measured fashion, collecting his thoughts.

Speaking shrilly to Socius, Khylynnia asks, "Charade? Can you not see that he is not of the truefolk?"

(Akenna groans softly in the back of the room her face in her palm.)

Lady Arenglae just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Onaro says, "Well."

Myasara asks, "Ordim is known to you, is he not?"

Kshadhua loudly comments, "I sure hope the other person isn't someone else in disguise."

Felarion gives a sidelong glance at Akenna.

Kshadhua glances suspiciously at Nehor.

Speaking in Elven, Aendir respectfully says, "Yes, Mirror." He dips into a low bow, his eyes averted downward. "The Halfling Ordim is known to me rather well."

Lady Arenglae just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Arenglae blushes a nice shade of pink.

Regwen glances at Nehor.

Khobra examines Aendir closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.

Xilona casts her eyes upward, begging Imaera for guidance.

Myasara asks, "Can you tell between the two?"

Socius shoves Ordim forward, keeping a firm grip on his wrists.

Sweetsin begins to twitch.

Rohese looks thoughtfully at Ordim.

Ysaeril glances about with a look of concern on her face.

Berkana exclaims, "The muffin test!"

Limorten chuckles to himself.

Talinvor glances between Khylynnia and Ordim.

Speaking in Elven, Aendir cautiously asks, "Which two, precisely, Mirror?"

You see Ordim the Treasure Hunter.
He appears to be a Brughan Halfling.
He is average height. He appears to be of a tender age. He has sparkling deep heliotrope eyes and ashen skin. He has short, thick chestnut hair. He has a square face, a crooked nose and an owl-shaped mark perched on his wrist. He has a fake-looking white beard.
He has a runic dachre tattoo on his neck.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a floppy bright purple hat dangling oversized brass bells from each point, a speckled toad-shaped pendant, a tall emerald silk ruff embroidered with slender bronze quills, a sweeping silk cape, a multi-hued patchwork vest fitted with bells at the pointed sleeves and hem, a plum and white jester mask trimmed with brass bells, a soft deep brown suede satchel slung over his shoulder, a pair of shiny blue bracers, a kraken-wrapped blood marble ring, an enameled silver and gold belt, some vibrant bloused linen trousers fashioned of multi-hued diamond patches, and a pair of curl-toed suede shoes fitted with brass bells at the tips.

Jossarian glances between Khylynnia and Ordim.

You quietly whisper to Avawren, "Thank your associate."

Grambre says, "Which one has a pie in their satchel."

Onaro sniffs at Ordim.

Speaking in Elven, Aendir says, "The one known to myself as Ordim is in plain sight."

Aendir points at Ordim.

Naamit rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Onaro says, "That one still smells like a dwarf.."

Sothog grins at Berkana.

Amalexia suddenly fades into view.

Naamit glances around the room.

Speaking in Elven, Aendir firmly says, "I know no other Ordim."

Avawren whispers, "I will, most certainly."

You smile at Amalexia.

Berkana appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Jossarian nods politely at Amalexia.

Avawren smiles at you.

Lylia nods at Regwen.

Arenglae smiles at Amalexia.

Lylia nods once at Aendir.

Amalexia nods once.

Blades begins chuckling at Berkana!

Myasara says, "And you are sure."

Berkana examines her fingernails.

Orelwen offers Amalexia an airy kiss on each cheek.

You quietly whisper to Avawren, "I am not one to look forward to someone's end... but I very much want to see it now. How dare they try to fool us!"

Sweetsin pouts.

Avawren nods in agreement to you.

Speaking in Elven, Aendir plainly says, "As sure as I know the back of my hand."

Avawren whispers, "I could not agree more."

Aagoth breathes in deeply as he clenches a pipe in his mouth, then exhales slowly, causing some light amorphous clouds of puffy smoke to float up from his mouth.

Amalexia frowns, staring questioningly at Ordim.

Khobra smiles softly.

Khylynnia shrilly exclaims, "Ordims only obfuscate on overbearing oligarchs!"

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

Socius glares at Khylynnia.

Felarion tilts his head slightly, turning his attention to Khylynnia. He regards

Khylynnia in a measured fashion, collecting his thoughts.

Onaro nods approvingly at Khylynnia.

Rohese whispers something to Akenna.

Akenna closes her eyes for a moment.

Zolis appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Grambre smirks at Sola.

Speaking to Nehor, Ordim asks, "Socius really is easy to trick, eh?"

Socius blinks at Ordim.

Nazriel cocks his head.

Apsaras glances at Ordim.

Grambre winks at Sola.

Felarion whispers something to Khylynnia.

Speaking to Ordim, Sothog asks, "Hm. Let me think. No?"

Onaro chuckles to himself.

Socius growls low in his chest.

Xilona glares at Ordim.

Speaking to Ordim, Nehor says, "Brother Ordim, he is a Brutal Tyrant but he often gets his facts awry."

Blades raises an eyebrow in Sweetsin's direction.

Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle.

Naamit shifts her weight.

Myasara says, "We will take your knowledge."

Khobra glances between Socius and Ordim.

Myasara nods at Aendir.

Avawren rolls her eyes.

Xilona agrees with Akenna.

Apsaras shakes her head.

Speaking to Khylynnia, Socius says, "I do not know what possessed you to attempt this insanity..."

(Aendir bows in deep respect to Myasara, his eyes still cast downward.)

Onaro says, "Muffins, likely."

Onaro shrugs.

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Speaking in Elven, Aendir says, "I do have more to say on the matter, Mirror, when you deem it appropriate."

Speaking shrilly to Socius, Khylynnia exclaims, "What insanity? I'm an Ordim!"

Speaking to Socius, Ordim exclaims, "She really does think she's an Ordim!"

Socius releases Khylynnia's bonds with a disgusted look on his face, never losing hold of Ordim.

Blades gazes heavenward.

Myasara frowns.

Jossarian chuckles to himself.

Lylia shifts her eyes to Khylynnia.

Talinvor raises an eyebrow in Ordim's direction.

Speaking to Ordim, Onaro says, "Maybe she is. Maybe we're all Ordims."

Onaro gazes heavenward.

Blades mutters rodents.

Arenglae glances between Khylynnia and Ordim.

Khylynnia turns to Onaro and cheers!

Speaking thoughtfully to Ordim, Talinvor asks, "... 'she'?"

You sigh.

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

Felarion studies Onaro, giving him an intense consideration.

Khylynnia's body, including any visible musculature, relaxes significantly. Her skin then ripples violently, its appearance shifting, and sharp cracking sounds come from beneath her skin as her body transforms to alter her height and body.

The transformation seems to come to its conclusion as the cracking sounds fade away and Khylynnia's visible skin firms up around her muscles and facial features. It isn't entirely clear if this is an illusion framing her or her true form.

Avawren smirks at Talinvor.

Khobra examines Khylynnia closely, sizing her up and taking note of all the details.

Talinvor shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

Khobra glances at Naamit.

Lynaera takes a moment to observe Khylynnia.

Apsaras glances at Khylynnia.

Lylia sniffs at Maylan.

Speaking politely to Myasara, Socius says, "Again, my deepest apologies, Mirror. With no explanation given for the actions of the fake Ordim, I present to you Ordim and Nehor, as requested."

Khylynnia shrilly says, "Yes. She! Tallyvor."

Lylia looks over at Maylan and shakes her head.

Socius glances at Khylynnia.

Talinvor squints at Khylynnia.

Crime blinks.

Aendir folds his hands behind his back.

Myasara says, "Master Socius."

Speaking to Myasara, Ordim suggests, "Maybe, did anyone check Nehor?"

Xilona examines Khylynnia closely, sizing her up and taking note of all the details.

Socius bows respectfully before Myasara, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

Speaking quietly to Khylynnia, Talinvor says, "Neh, ti'len."

Ysaeril's gold lightning wyrdling jumps down from her hand.

Rohese looks thoughtfully at Nehor.

Speaking to Ordim, Khobra says, "Never speak to a queen until spoken too."

Regwen glances between Ordim and Nehor.

Nehor haughtily declares, "It is impossible to impersonate one so dashing and grand as I."

Ysaeril glances away.

Ysaeril furrows her brow.

Aleid just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

You turn around to avoid anyone seeing your look of consternation.

Kshadhua remarks, "Well that certainly sounds like Nehor..."

Speaking amusedly to Khylynnia, Talinvor says, "An excellent and amusing ruse, however."

Rohese shakes her head, totally at a loss.

Berkana says, "Pardon me a moment..."

Sweetsin casts her eyes downward while tugging self-consciously at the tip of her ear.

Limorten shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

Jossarian winks at Orelwen.

Speaking to Khylynnia, Myasara asks, "You try and make a mockery of our Court?"

Speaking puzzledly to Socius, Felarion inquires, "How do we know which Ordim might have done the things one Ordim is accused of?"

Sothog glances at Khylynnia.

Speaking slowly to Nehor, Aendir says, "The thick skull could certainly never be replicated."

Speaking to Socius, Ordim whispers aloud, "I think shes talking to you."

Elaejia closes her eyes for a moment.

Onaro points at Felarion.

Mistress Berkana just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Socius glares at Ordim.

Onaro says, "Fair point."

Berkana carefully places a freshly baked vanilla bean muffin on the floor.

Speaking to Felarion, Aendir says, "I imagine we're going to get to that."

Speaking to Khylynnia, Myasara asks, "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Talinvor clasps Berkana's hand tenderly.

Aleid just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Khobra picks up a freshly baked vanilla bean muffin.

Khobra offers Ordim a freshly baked vanilla bean muffin.

Speaking shrilly to Myasara, Khylynnia asks, "No, I do not make a mockery of the court! Has no one ever told you about acting?"

Jossarian takes a slow, deep breath then pinches the bridge of his nose.

Talinvor takes a slow, deep breath then pinches the bridge of his nose.

Felarion glances over at Khylynnia and winces.

Traiva gives a sidelong glance at Khylynnia.

Akenna rolls her eyes.

Rohese shoots Khylynnia the smallest of dismayed glances, conveying her disapproval.

Onaro chuckles to himself.

Jaranzair frowns at Khylynnia.

Arenglae's expression towards Khylynnia gives the impression that perhaps a different approach is in order.

Lylia narrows her eyes.

Amalexia stares at Khylynnia through half-lidded eyes as she slowly lets her chin sink. A moment later, she underscores her silent comment by tilting her head distinctly to one side.

Sweetsin whispers something to Limorten.

Speaking in Aelotian, Traiva quietly murmurs something you don't understand.

Limorten nods in agreement at Sweetsin.

Limorten chuckles to himself.

You sigh.

You fold your hands.

Traiva folds her wings across her back.

Khylynnia glares at Traiva.

Traiva gazes at Khylynnia.

Akenna nods at Apsaras.

Naamit smiles quietly to herself.

Speaking softly in Aelotian to Traiva, Khylynnia says something you don't understand.

Speaking to Khylynnia, Myasara says, "This is not the place for such antics, you disrupt these proceedings. You are now associated with these and we will discuss the outcome."

Speaking to Khobra, Ordim whispers aloud, "Just throw the crumbs into my mouth

• holds his mouth open*."

Speaking quietly to Sweetsin, Talinvor says, "Told you. All three."

Jossarian appears to be struggling to keep a straight face as he glances at Orelwen.

Speaking in Aelotian, Traiva quietly reminds something you don't understand.

Lylia gives a sigh of regret.

(Khobra breaks a portion of her vanilla bean muffin and feeds Ordim.)

Lylia glances at Khylynnia.

Speaking in Aelotian, Traiva quietly says something you don't understand.

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Sweetsin smirks at Talinvor.

Xilona shakes her head, clucking her tongue.

Myasara says, "Ordim, step forward."

Speaking to Talinvor, Sweetsin says, "It isn't over yet."

Khobra takes a few steps back.

Ordim exclaims, "I'm an Ordim!"

Socius shoves Ordim forward, releasing his hands.

Aendir nods slowly at Ordim.

Onaro laughs at Ordim!

Ordim falls over.

Zolis casts a bemused glance at Ordim.

Khobra glances between Socius and Ordim.

Khylynnia whispers something to Lylia.

Aendir says, "You are an Ordim, indeed."

Speaking in Aelotian, Traiva quietly says something you don't understand.

Alisaire casually glances down.

With a heavy sigh, Ordim pushes himself up to a sitting position.

Rohese nods in agreement at Elaejia.

Aendir amusedly says, "As if we had any doubt."

Ordim fidgets.

Traiva nods at Maylan.

Ordim perspires delicately.

Maylan nods at Traiva.

Myasara nods.

Ordim glances nervously around the room.

Crime moves closer to Ordim grinning, his demeanor conspicuously suggestive!

(Traiva blinks quickly a few times, her eyes shining a little more than usual.)

Regwen glances at Crime.

(Khobra grabs Crime's arm and moves him back.)

Speaking softly to Ordim, Berkana says, "Moist muffin must make mouth moan."

Ordim begins to twitch.

Onaro says, "Oh my."

Elaejia surreptitiously glances around the room.

Aeriadrn recites:

   
Ordim, You stand accused of placing poisoned food in Ta'Illistim.  It was on a cart that was intended for the Mirror and her guests and other various charges.

Talinvor glances at Berkana.

Speaking softly in Aelotian to Traiva, Khylynnia says something you don't understand.

Blades glances at Berkana.

Expressions of utter shock, disbelief, and horror cross Ordim's features as he shakes his head repeatedly in denial.

Rohese nods in agreement at Aendir.

Blades coughs.

Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle.

Naamit shifts her weight.

Berkana chuckles to herself.

Aendir studies Ordim, giving him an intense consideration.

Ordim exclaims, "That sounds terrible!"

Ordim frowns.

Ordim trembles.

Khobra agrees with Ordim.

You frown.

Traiva turns away from Khylynnia, ignoring her.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Aeriadrn.

Berkana frowns at Ordim.

Limorten seems to lose some focus as his eyes narrow and shift momentarily to one side.

Limorten loses the flickering milky blue energy surrounding him.

Apsaras slowly empties her lungs.

Speaking softly in Aelotian to Traiva, Khylynnia asks something you don't understand.

Sweetsin whispers something to Limorten.

Orelwen takes a moment to observe Ordim.

Sothog rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Blades says, "Oh now the fun."

Berkana says, "Not Ordim."

Blades nods at Lylia.

Berkana waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.

Khylynnia waves a hand at Traiva, dismissing her indifferently.

Sothog glances at Ordim.

Traiva turns to face Khylynnia.

Aendir nods in agreement at Elaejia.

Myasara says, "If you have evidence you wish to present please whisper to Lord Aeriadrn and you will have a chance to speak."

Rohese whispers something to Aendir.

Sweetsin frets.

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Myasara.

Ordim ponders.

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Ordim.

Speaking to Aeriadrn, Ordim says, "My liar has all my evidence showing that I am in fact An Ordim."

Tysong's group just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Ordim points at Khobra.

A quiet tapping noise can be heard for a brief moment.

Quiet footsteps can be heard for a brief moment.

Ordim nods enthusiastically at Khobra!

Tysong's group just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

A quiet rustling noise can be heard for a brief moment.

Berkana smiles at Tysong.

Akenna glances over her shoulder.

Jossarian glances to his left.

Aeriadrn says, "Master Socius please present your witness."

Talinvor slowly empties his lungs.

Avawren frowns at Akenna.

Speaking quietly in Aelotian to Khylynnia, Traiva hisses something you don't understand.

Apsaras frowns.

Socius nods respectfully.

Ilsola wanders in.

Traiva flutters her wings sharply as she snaps them to her body.

Khobra glances at Ilsola.

Sweetsin's expression is ponderous as she chews on one side of her lip.

Khylynnia whispers something to Lylia.

Rohese smiles at Ilsola.

Aendir studies Ilsola, giving her an intense consideration.

Socius says, "May I present Town Administrator Ilsola."

Ilsola blushes a nice shade of rosy pink.

Xilona glances between Khylynnia and Traiva.

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

Myasara nods.

Avawren smiles at Ilsola.

Khobra moves to stand in front of Ordim.

Rohese nods respectfully at Ilsola.

Ilsola softly says, "I... thank you."

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Ilsola.

Ilsola bows her head slightly as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy.

Apsaras nods to Ilsola in greeting.

Tysong just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Ordim nods enthusiastically at Khobra!

Ordim waves to Ilsola.

Ordim beams!

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Ilsola.

Khobra agrees with Ordim.

Tysong just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Speaking to Khobra, Ordim says, "She's going to talk about the time i protected her in the middle of the night from the demons."

Ilsola hesitantly says, "I... that is... I was... accosted. By a group calling themselves the Flock. And it's my understanding that these two were a part of that."

Ordim nods enthusiastically at Khobra!

Khylynnia whispers something to Lylia.

Myasara nods at Ilsola.

Ilsola glances between Ordim and Nehor.

Ordim blinks.

Speaking to Ordim, Khobra says, "Zzzhhhhh let her zpeak."

Naamit purses her lips, the glaes ring within them appearing a bit more prominent.

Ordim clasps his hand over his mouth.

Aendir folds his hands.

Onaro shifts his weight.

Ilsola haltingly says, "After this... ordeal... I was poisoned. By this one."

Ilsola blushes a nice shade of rosy pink.

Myasara says, "Hold."

Ilsola points at Ordim.

Myasara stands up.

Ordim's jaw drops.

Xilona snarls menacingly!

Akenna frowns.

Ordim furrows his brow.

Elaejia frowns.

Rohese bites her lip.

Myasara says, "Commander, You will not remove anyone being disruptive."

Apsaras bites her lip.

Myasara says, "You WILL."

Aendir nods in agreement.

Crime snickers.

Felarion clears his throat.

Onaro appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Speaking to Ilsola, Ordim offers, "But also kept you safe as he watched over you as you recovered and demons attacked the island!"

Ordim nods enthusiastically at Ilsola!

Myasara says, "We have had enough."

Speaking to Ordim, Khobra says, "Zzhhh.."

Khobra touches one finger to her lips.

Ilsola quails, blushing heavily, and mutters to herself.

Ordim raises his hands in surrender!

Khobra nods at Ordim.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Ilsola.

Khylynnia takes a bite of her almond muffin.

Speaking to Ordim, Aendir says, "Your "Trial" may be over before you know it."

Ilsola haltingly says, "I... that is... that's all I... can say. He poisoned me. In the bar."

Ilsola blushes a nice shade of rosy pink.

Myasara says, "Those who need to speak will have the chance."

Elaejia sniffs.

Aendir folds his hands.

Sweetsin says, "She seems to be having a hard time saying these things."

Avawren nods encouragingly at Ilsola.

Ilsola dips into an awkward curtsy and shuffles back into the crowd, her head ducked.

Ordim frowns.

Myasara walks over to the throne and settles down.

Sweetsin cocks her head.

Speaking to Khobra, Ordim whispers aloud, "I'm being framed!"

Ordim pouts.

Speaking concernedly to Ilsola, Felarion says, "Are you still recovering? You seem to be constantly flushed."

Socius politely says, "I have nothing further that could be construed as direct evidence against this one."

Speaking to Ordim, Khobra says, "Ve knov but muzt allov otherz to zpeak."

Onaro asks, "That's it?"

Onaro scoffs.

Myasara nods.

Myasara says, "I have a question."

Khobra glances at Socius.

Ordim fidgets.

Khobra glances between Socius and Myasara.

Akenna breathes in slightly.

Myasara asks, "Where did this incident happen?"

Regwen turns an inquisitive ear toward Myasara.

Zolis returns to normal color.

Ordim frowns.

Talinvor ponders.

Socius politely explains, "My apologies, Mirror. This occurred on the Isle of Four Winds, my home."

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Socius.

Ordim squints at Socius.

Myasara asks, "And was this poisoning proved in your courts?"

Tysong's spirits are no longer lifted.

Onaro folds his arms over his chest.

Rohese closes her eyes for a moment.

Akenna frowns.

Ordim grins slowly.

Talinvor ponders.

Socius politely replies, "If it please the Mirror, my Isle is home to a small trading town, and we have not the type of formal justice system in evidence here."

Askip sniffs.

Onaro shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

Speaking to Socius, Ordim says, "Tell her why we don't any more Socius...."

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Socius.

Jaranzair smirks.

Nehor softly murmurs, "Not after you beheaded your court magistrate for making a ruling you didnt like..."

Rohese glances away.

Ordim points at Nehor.

Socius glances at Nehor.

Jossarian raises an eyebrow.

Rohese bites her lip.

Apsaras bites her lip.

Rinori just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Rohese holds back her tears, her eyes glistening with pain.

Jaranzair whispers something to Myasara.

Avawren stares upward.

Xilona bites her lip.

Rohese takes a few steps back.

Elaejia furrows her brow.

Speaking quietly to Nehor, Crime says, "I love a good conspiracy too."

Sothog squints at Nehor.

Naamit chortles softly at some secret joke.

Berkana chuckles to herself.

Aeriadrn asks, "Lord Aendir do you wish to speak?"

Elaejia holds her breath.

Ordim says, "Scary Socious slowly slaughters several sweet sisters, singing soft songs."

Avawren folds her hands.

Ordim twitches, trying to control a vocal outburst, before settling into a disdained grumble while regaining composure.

Aendir slowly says, "As one present ... the man likely beheaded the Judge because the proceedings were a charade. The Judge had been clearly bought off or intimidated into making a ruling which was counter-intuitive." The layer of raw elemental energy surrounding Arenglae dissipates.

Berkana applauds Ordim.

Rohese nods faintly.

Aleid just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Speaking to Aendir, Ordim exclaims, "He killed the judge!"

Ordim folds his arms over his chest in a display of stubborn pride, tilting his chin up slightly in defiance.

Ordim adds, "And left the head in his office for all to see."

Talinvor asks, "Who killed a judge?"

Ordim frowns at Socius.

Nazriel gazes heavenward.

Maylan's jaw drops.

Naamit stiffly interjects, "The magistrate deserved what he got."

Aendir folds his hands behind his back.

Naamit folds her arms over her chest.

Zolis nods faintly at Talinvor.

Talinvor says, "I thought there was no formal justice..."

Speaking in Elven, Akenna agrees, "It is true."

Speaking to Naamit, Khobra counters, "That iz one opinion."

Akenna nods in agreement.

Talinvor looks thoughtfully at Socius.

Myasara asks, "Lord Aendir, do you have anything to say about your poisoning and events that have happened here in our city?"

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Aendir.

Apsaras cocks her head at Aendir.

You fold your hands.

Aendir slowly says, "Much of what I have to say on the matter, and my investigations, took place outside of the city. If the Halfling was my poisoner, and our Mirror's intended poisoner, he did not remain here long."

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

Berkana chuckles.

Talinvor glances at Ordim.

Lylia gazes in amusement at Ordim.

Speaking softly to Ordim, Talinvor says, "Now there's the Ordim I know."

Felarion distractedly inquires, "Has anyone established a motive?"

Berkana agrees with Talinvor.

(Khobra gently touches Ordim.)

Onaro says, "I've yet to see any evidence.."

Ordim folds his arms over his chest in a display of stubborn pride, tilting his chin up slightly in defiance.

Aendir says, "After some investigation, I found him on the Four Winds Isle. I followed the events that transpired there for a bit, and was able to infiltrate the group known as "The Flock"."

Onaro nods once at Felarion.

Zolis nods in agreement at Onaro.

Talinvor whispers something to Felarion.

Zolis whispers something to Onaro.

Sothog blinks at Aendir.

Rohese gazes proudly at Aendir.

Arenglae takes a moment to observe Aendir.

Sothog rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sothog smiles.

Avawren covers her mouth, then gives a small, discreet cough.

Jossarian gazes with interest at Aendir.

Apsaras cocks her head at Aendir.

You give your eyebrow a little workout.

Avawren fans herself lightly with her jade lace fan, the small bladepoints within glittering like a trail of twinkling stardust over her skin as she takes on a subtly studious expression.

Ysaeril glances about with a look of concern on her face. Ordim looks thoughtfully at Aendir.

Onaro whispers something to Zolis.

Onaro winks and flashes a sly grin.

Zolis grins crookedly at Onaro.

Crime whispers something to Onaro.

Aendir says, "Now the symptoms of my poisoning were not fatal. Uncomfortable, at best. Our Mirror might liken them to an adverse reaction to some food we've eaten. Hives, tightening of the throat and the accompanying inability to breathe."

Elaejia folds her hands.

Speaking to Aendir, Ordim offers, "Allergies?"

Onaro whispers something to Crime.

Jaranzair whispers something to Avawren.

Ordim examines Aendir closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.

Elaejia frowns at Ordim.

Onaro nods once at Crime.

Speaking casually to Ordim, Aendir says, "Allergies."

Ordim nods in agreement at Aendir.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Speaking to himself, Ordim says, "Not my fault if your allergic to somethingf."

Ordim frowns.

Speaking to Myasara, Aendir says, "In our time in the Flock, we came to meet a powerful being named Nazhor. What he is, I do not know. I presume some sort of demon."

Khobra smiles at Ordim.

Avawren nods respectfully at Jaranzair.

Khobra touches one finger to her lips.

Khobra smiles at Ordim.

Lylia gazes with interest at Aendir.

Rohese bites her lip.

Zolis turns an inquisitive ear toward Aendir.

Akenna slowly empties her lungs.

Apsaras raises an eyebrow.

Rinori frowns.

A pained expression crosses Socius's face.

Jaranzair whispers something to Avawren.

Sothog nods.

Traiva stares at Ordim.

Xilona fidgets.

Felarion whispers something to Talinvor.

Sensou slowly empties his lungs.

Aendir says, "This demon encouraged many ill-advised things. He arranged and facilitated the attack of the town, and the trickery played on Socius - pretending his father had died to distract him. The Flock all went along with this. I digress a bit to get to my final point and my experience with this, pertaining to Ordim.."

Avawren whispers something to Jaranzair.

The mirror images surrounding Naamit undulate and grow stronger.

Naamit renews her songs.

Socius clenches his jaw.

Apsaras frowns.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Aendir.

Naamit examines her fingernails.

Khobra narrows her eyes.

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Aendir.

Khobra glances at Naamit.

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Socius.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Aendir.

Crime rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Myasara nods.

Aendir says, "When it came time to delegate tasks to each of these members of the "Flock", Nazhor had made a point to compliment Ordim on his skill in the use of poison. Ordim deflected by saying he does not poison; the he only causes "allergic reactions"."

Aendir thoughtfully studies Ordim, a satisfied expression quickly reaching his face.

Jaranzair smiles at Avawren.

Maylan gasps.

Rohese glances at Ordim and slowly exhales.

Socius glares at Ordim.

Speaking curiously to Aendir, Felarion asks, "Do you have known allergies?"

Khobra raises an eyebrow in Ordim's direction.

Onaro folds his arms over his chest.

Pushing his oval eyeglasses with a single index finger, Felarion slides them back up his nose.

Sensou seems a bit less imposing.

Speaking to Socius, Ordim says, "That vein on your head is doing that thing again."

Blades yawns.

Ordim frowns at Socius.

Avawren flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Speaking to Felarion, Aendir says, "None that I am aware of. I have eaten plenty of "dates" before this one caused such an adverse reaction."

Talinvor gives a sidelong glance at Aendir.

Myasara says, "I see."

Aendir firmly says, "I am only grateful that I ate it, instead of our Mirror."

Khobra nods at Ordim.

Rohese smiles at Aendir.

Talinvor smirks.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Aendir.

Sensou folds his arms over his chest.

Myasara says, "Thank you."

Orelwen gives a sidelong glance at Jossarian.

Ordim folds his arms over his chest in a display of stubborn pride, tilting his chin up slightly in defiance.

Speaking slowly to Myasara, Aendir says, "If you have no further questions of me, that is all I have."

Speaking puzzledly to Aendir, Felarion asks, "A raspberry allergy, then?"

Myasara nods.

Jossarian clenches his jaw.

(Aendir bows in deep respect.)

Myasara asks, "At any time did you hear or have reason to believe that Ordim is the one who was setting the poison in our city?"

Rohese looks lost in thought.

Khobra raises an eyebrow.

Xilona tilts her head toward Aendir, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Ordim squints at Aendir.

Naamit surveys the area.

Avawren nods graciously at Jaranzair.

Avawren smiles.

Arenglae studies Felarion, giving him an intense consideration.

Talinvor grins at Felarion.

Yakushi just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Speaking to Myasara, Aendir says, "I have no firm evidence that Ordim is the poisoner. Only second-hand information that he is well renown for perpetrating such acts and has been present or near the scene in each of the three." Felarion flashes a quick grin at Talinvor.

Speaking to Aendir, Ordim confirms, "Hair say."

Onaro says, "Mm."

Socius growls at Ordim.

Ordim nods once.

As if something of a nervous habit, Jossarian cracks the knuckles on each of his fingers on both hands before wiggling his fingers to loosen the joints.

Sensou rolls his eyes.

Sola gives Grambre a firm handshake.

Rohese furrows her brow.

Myasara nods.

Zolis mutters something about scapegoats.

Myasara says, "Thank you."

Aendir nods respectfully.

(Khobra break another portion of her vanilla bean muffin and places it within Ordim's mouth.)

Rohese smiles at Aendir.

Ordim adopts an agreeable expression.

Aeriadrn recites:

   
Lady Lylia, you wish to make a statement?

(Ordim munches happily.)

Khobra grins at Ordim.

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Kshadhua settles his gaze on Lylia, watching her intently.

Ordim glances nervously at Lylia.

Lylia nods.

Aendir gives Rohese a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Ordim narrows his eyes.

Myasara nods.

Elaejia smiles at Aendir.

Socius turns an inquisitive ear toward Lylia.

Lylia bows to Myasara.

Zolis turns an inquisitive ear toward Lylia.

Alisaire casually glances at Lylia.

Aendir gives Elaejia a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Lylia respectfully says, "I thank you for the opportunity to speak, Your Reflection. I believe I can shed light on a pattern of behavior that reveals something of this man's character."

Khylynnia removes a cast iron muffin tin from in her spidersilk backpack.

Lylia turns around.

Rohese whispers something to Aendir.

Regwen turns an inquisitive ear toward Lylia.

Crime quietly says, "I think there is a better chance of Mularos developing empathy than Ordim putting poison in any morsel of food."

Khylynnia removes a warm raspberry muffin from in her muffin tin.

Crime scoffs.

Lylia shifts her eyes to Ordim.

Khylynnia offers Ordim a warm raspberry muffin.

Ordim accepts Khylynnia's raspberry muffin.

Khylynnia grins at Ordim.

Ordim beams happily at Khylynnia!

Khylynnia put a cast iron muffin tin in her spidersilk backpack.

Onaro nods in agreement.

Kshadhua rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Kshadhua bows.

Rohese smiles at Aendir.

Sothog glances at Khylynnia.

Sothog glances at Ordim.

Speaking quietly to Crime, Naamit offers, "He's quite empathetic, in truth."

Sothog rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Naamit grins slowly at Crime.

Lylia says, "On Charlatos the fifteenth, during this year's mayoral campaign and specifically during an event hosted by one of our local organizations, I too was poisoned."

Maylan gasps.

Ordim squints.

Sothog blinks at Lylia.

Ordim takes a bite of his raspberry muffin.

Maylan blurts, "I saw it!"

Maylan enthusiastically nods her agreement, causing her hair to flutter around her face in a raven-sheened halo.

Socius glances between Maylan and Lylia.

Apsaras raises an eyebrow.

Jaranzair shakes his head.

Speaking quietly to Naamit, Crime says, "Perhaps Ordim is guility."

Crime cackles!

Ordim frowns.

Felarion blinks in surprise as though just becoming aware of Maylan's presence.

Naamit looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.

Akenna fidgets.

Aendir gazes with interest at Lylia.

Socius whispers something to Maylan.

Lylia says, "I can cite the time because it was at the Order of the Shadows' blood drive. I can cite the place because many were there. I can even tell all assembled here that the poisoned pie was marshmallow...and that it was handed to me by that man."

Speaking to Lylia, Ordim offers, "You were just nervous about being caught buying all those votes!"

Ordim frowns.

Lylia turns her head toward Ordim to favor him with a silent, withering gaze.

Speaking quietly to Naamit, Crime says, "Mularos may be empathic, but he does not have empathy."

Crime scoffs.

Sensou scoffs.

Speaking to Ordim, Khobra says, "Zzhhhhh."

Lylia coldly says, "I bought nothing. I accepted it in good faith as a show of willingness to dine with even the likes of you."

Khobra touches one finger to her lips.

Blades glances at Ordim.

Naamit whispers something to Crime.

Lylia says, "And you abused my better nature."

Apsaras glances between Lylia and Ordim.

Speaking to Lylia, Ordim asks, "Where did this happen?"

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Lylia.

Traiva glances warily at Ordim.

Myasara blinks.

Speaking quietly to Naamit, Crime asks, "Perhaps a poem to ease the distress in court bardess?"

Lylia says, "The park just southeast of Town Square Central. I was standing near Maylan."

Naamit looks over at Crime and shakes her head.

Ordim begins to twitch.

Ordim glances at Maylan.

Maylan agrees with Lylia.

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

Ordim says, "Certainly couldn't have been in The Pie Shop: pie in the sky..."

Ordim stares at Maylan.

Myasara asks, "And did Ordim say or do anything to indicate he knew this pie was poisoned?"

Ordim folds his arms over his chest in a display of stubborn pride, tilting his chin up slightly in defiance.

Onaro winces.

Lylia replies, "Goblyn did not serve marshmallow pies."

Maylan blinks at Ordim.

Speaking to Lylia, Ordim says, "Yes we did."

Ordim frowns at Lylia.

Ordim shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

Speaking to Myasara, Lylia says, "No, he pressed the pie into my hand and smiled.

I accepted as a gesture of goodwill."

Ordim exclaims, "Doesn't even know the town shops shes mayor of!"

Ordim scowls.

Maylan blurts, "He did! I saw it!"

Maylan thumps her mop-fringed pegleg on the floor in three rapid successions.

Apsaras frowns.

Speaking to Ordim, Lylia asks, "A pity the pie shop is now burned down, is it not?"

Socius looks thoughtfully at Maylan.

Jossarian gives a sidelong glance at Orelwen.

Jossarian smiles quietly to himself.

Sensou just nudged Grambre.

Lylia nods appreciatively at Maylan.

Speaking to Lylia, Ordim asks, "Did you have part in it? to cover up your lies?"

Ordim frowns.

Ordim pouts.

Speaking curiously to Lylia, Talinvor says, "Curious indeed."

Sweetsin stares at Lylia.

Sensou removes some ephlox moss from in his leather pack.

Speaking to Khobra, Ordim exclaims, "Why aren't you helping!"

Yakushi sniffles, then sneezes violently, causing a cloud of ash and soot to rise from him as he does!

Ordim flails his arms about.

Zolis glances at Ordim.

Lylia loftily says, "I am not on trial here."

Grambre grins at Sensou.

Arenglae glances between Lylia and Ordim.

Myasara says, "Thank you for your statement."

Speaking to Ordim, Onaro says, "Maybe it was a close friend trying to cover up.."

Lylia places a hand over her heart.

Onaro gives a sidelong glance at Maylan.

Felarion studies Lylia, giving her an intense consideration.

Lylia bows to Myasara.

Grambre praises Sensou.

Aendir nods approvingly at Lylia.

Aeriadrn says, "Mirror."

Lylia replies, "And thank you, and all assembled, for hearing it."

Ordim inwardly sighs.

Aeriadrn offers Myasara a silver-foiled pale parchment envelope.

Myasara accepts Aeriadrn's pale parchment envelope.

Ordim hangs his head.

Myasara opens her envelope, scanning its front for an address.

Grambre offers Sensou some ephlox moss.

Sothog nods at Lylia.

Sensou accepts Grambre's ephlox moss.

Sensou put some ephlox moss in his leather pack.

Speaking to Ordim, Khobra says, "You need to allov all to zpeak, before ve defend properly."

Nazriel nods politely at Lylia.

Myasara removes a pale sheet of vellum from in her pale parchment envelope.

Limorten leans softly against Sweetsin.

Limorten ponders.

Myasara opens her vellum, scanning its contents.

Sweetsin glances at Limorten, her lips curving up in a slow, coy fashion.

Speaking to Ordim, Khobra says, "Thoze accuzing are ztill zpeaking."

Ordim frowns.

Ordim takes a bite of his raspberry muffin.

Speaking to Ordim, Khobra says, "The moment to defend, not yet prezent."

The guard stares at Khobra and shakes his head.

Speaking to Ordim, Khobra says, "And many againzt your gentle naive heart."

Lylia nods at Zolis.

Ordim nods understandingly at Khobra.

Ordim pouts.

Myasara folds shut her vellum.

Myasara put a pale sheet of vellum in her pale parchment envelope.

Akenna fidgets.

Aeriadrn recites:

   
Lady Rohese, would you speak?

Speaking to Ordim, Khobra says, "Innocent until proven guilty. All zecond hand herzay."

Ordim takes a bite of his raspberry muffin.

Rohese smiles.

Rohese nods at Aendir.

Aendir gazes proudly at Rohese.

Socius glances at Rohese.

Ordim beams!

Lylia nods encouragingly at Rohese.

Rohese nods at Aeriadrn.

Rohese walks toward Myasara.

Naamit removes an ebon-handled lavender teacup from in her black leather backpack.

Avawren folds her hands.

Khobra glances at Rohese.

Elaejia smiles at Rohese.

Apsaras cocks her head at Rohese.

Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle.

Naamit shifts her weight.

The long, cobalt velvet skirts of Rohese's elegant gown puddle around her feet as she sinks into a curtsy low enough to honor royalty.

Sothog nods at Rohese.

Alisaire casually glances at Rohese.

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Rohese.

Speaking amusedly to Khobra, Felarion says, "I'm not sure where you think you are, but that's not exactly how things tend to go here."

Speaking in Faendryl, Blades says something you don't understand.

Blades smiles at Khobra.

Speaking respectfully to Myasara, Rohese says, "I wish to speak on a matter that has some bearing on this."

Lylia smiles at Blades.

Myasara nods at Rohese.

Xilona tilts her head toward Rohese, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Aendir folds his hands behind his back.

Rohese embarrassedly says, "It is no secret to some here that I have had dealings with Nehor and the Mist Harbor justice system in the past."

Rohese bites her lip.

Speaking to Felarion, Khobra says, "If you don't knov vhat I am. Bezt to juzt lizten and vatch."

Rohese glances at Nehor.

Khobra smiles at Felarion.

Khobra turns away from Felarion, ignoring him.

Zolis narrows his eyes.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Rohese.

Lylia smiles at Rohese.

Ordim fidgets.

Nehor corrects, "LORD Nehor."

Socius shushes Nehor!

Rohese softly continues, "I received a letter today that ... well, it troubled me."

Sensou chuckles to himself.

The guard looks at both Khobra and Felarion and shakes his head in warning.

Onaro smiles quietly to himself.

Akenna tilts her head down.

Rohese nods appreciatively at Socius.

Khobra nods slowly.

Avawren shifts her weight.

Socius smiles at Rohese.

Talinvor gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Rohese softly says, "I won't divulge the name of the sender or the full nature of the correspondence for fear of reprisals, but it relates to this evening's proceedings."

Xilona touches Akenna.

Felarion smirks.

Ordim takes a bite of his raspberry muffin.

Orelwen gazes in amusement at Jossarian.

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Myasara nods.

Maylan blinks at Rohese.

Rohese softly explains, "The writer bade me speak to you on their behalf to persuade you to not put Nehor and Ordim to death for reasons I won't disclose in open court at this time."

Socius blinks.

Jossarian gives Orelwen a half-hearted grin.

Rohese glances between Nehor and Ordim.

Xilona bites her lip.

Elaejia raises an eyebrow.

Nehor confusedly asks, "Er...it..did?"

Amalexia frowns at Rohese.

Nehor quickly exclaims, "I mean of course it did!"

Sweetsin raises an eyebrow in Rohese's direction.

Ordim adopts an agreeable expression.

Speaking to Nehor, Talinvor adds, "Apparently you are useful to someone with a higher agenda."

Zolis grins crookedly at Nehor.

Jossarian glances appraisingly at Nehor.

Speaking in Elven to Rohese, Amalexia says, "You're kidding me."

Akenna closes her eyes for a moment.

Khobra turns away from Aendir, ignoring him.

Sothog blinks at Rohese.

Speaking softly to Amalexia, Rohese says, "Sadly, I am not."

Naamit examines her fingernails.

Rohese softly says, "Having only reached me this morning, I have had very little time to consider the implications of this request, but it has just occurred to me that I don't need time."

Ordim ponders.

You whisper aloud, "No."

Speaking to Talinvor, Onaro says, "Someone thinks his writing is comedy."

Sothog rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Arenglae furrows her brow.

Speaking to Onaro, Talinvor says, "Flattery, I'm sure."

Ordim shakes his head.

Socius slowly empties his lungs.

Onaro chuckles.

Rohese gazes fondly at Aendir.

Berkana begins chuckling at Talinvor!

Alisaire looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Myasara says, "I will take your words into consideration."

Crime joins Ordim's group.

Rohese softly says, "I know from experience how this man operates. The charade at the beginning of this court session speaks for itself."

Speaking to Socius, Ordim says, "I knew you cared, deep down."

Ordim grins at Socius.

Traiva looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Rohese looks thoughtfully at Nehor.

Grambre grins.

Rohese softly says, "I am fairly sure now that he - Nehor - has had a hand, albeit indirectly, in the motive of the letter I received."

Socius glares at Ordim.

Elaejia takes a moment to observe Aendir.

Sweetsin gives Limorten a lingering kiss.

Nehor offendedly says, "I had no hand in Ordim's actions, nor the other half-things."

Talinvor looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Crime steeples his fingers together as he glances at Rohese.

Rohese shushes Nehor!

Sothog says, "Well, this should be interesting. How wise it is..."

Rohese softly says, "Where he is concerned, I have done what I believed to be the "right thing" in the past and not only made a fool of myself but saw people suffer the consequences of it; I am not going to make that same mistake tonight."

Sothog coughs.

Lylia hides her face in her upturned palm and slowly shakes her head. After a barely audible sigh, she regards Nehor with world-weary gaze.

Rohese glances sternly at Nehor.

Socius nods approvingly at Rohese.

Lylia nods appreciatively at Rohese.

Grambre smiles at Rohese.

Speaking respectfully to Myasara, Rohese says, "I merely wish to bring it to your attention now so that you are in full possession of the facts and I am in no doubt that you will deliver whatever justice you deem worthy, regardless of any plea I may or may not make."

Xilona takes a deep breath.

Arenglae lets out a sigh of relief.

Socius glances at Xilona.

Ysaeril touches one finger to her lips.

Speaking softly to Aendir, Rohese notes, "... the pieces fall where they may."

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

Akenna folds her arms at the waist.

Aendir smiles at Rohese.

Rohese's peacock blue glimaerstone pulses against her forehead, giving off a faint cerulean glow.

Rohese takes a few steps back.

Traiva nods slowly at Rohese.

Xilona clears her throat.

Aendir rests a gentle hand on Rohese's arm.

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

Aendir gives Rohese a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Ordim nods appreciatively at Rohese.

Rohese leans softly against Aendir.

Amalexia glances at Rohese.

Speaking sincerely to Rohese, Ordim says, "Thank you Lady Rohese." Ordim giggles.

Xilona raises her hand.

Lady Amalexia just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Jossarian nods in agreement at Orelwen.

Ordim takes a bite of his raspberry muffin.

Crime gawks at Ordim.

Myasara says, "Thank you."

You clench your jaw.

For the briefest of moments, Arenglae's glance alights on the arch.

Xilona fidgets.

(Aleid breaths in slightly, a look of understanding crossing her face.)

Alisaire surreptitiously glances at a wide velvet-draped arch.

Naamit gives a sidelong glance over her shoulder at Khylynnia.

Askip appears less confident.

Xilona says, "Pardon me."

Naamit smiles quietly to herself.

Socius looks thoughtfully at Xilona.

Aeriadrn says, "A Lady Khobra wishes to speak."

Xilona glances at Akenna.

Crime quietly says, "The not A."

Khylynnia grins at Crime.

Speaking in Elven, Khobra humbly says, "Your Grace. I've only one fact to defend against one here."

Regwen grins at Crime.

Khobra nods respectfully at Myasara.

Xilona nods at Akenna.

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Khobra.

Xilona slowly empties her lungs.

Jossarian raises an eyebrow.

Crime snickers.

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "Despite all spoken the one comment factor which all consumed was cheese. A cart prepared for you and those in your company."

Xilona nods knowingly at Akenna.

Sothog rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sensou groans.

Ordim furrows his brow.

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "This gentle giant hearted soul ... too simple to conspire."

Grambre slowly empties his lungs.

Develdeg sighs.

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "The even in question from the shadows another whispered to him."

Grambre shifts his weight.

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "This one."

Ordim glances nervously around the room.

Khobra points at Ordim.

Ordim points at himself.

Jossarian furrows his brow.

Felarion peers quizzically at Khobra.

Ordim beams!

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "Guitly of many things."

Lylia whispers something to Rohese.

Sensou folds his arms over his chest, his eyes glazing over with boredom.

Rohese smiles at Lylia.

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "But not anything being blamed for this evening."

Rohese whispers something to Lylia.

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "All which become ill have a comment link..."

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "Cheese."

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "Not muffins."

Speaking to Socius, Ordim asks, "Is she helping or hurting my position?"

Ordim frets.

Aendir confusedly says, "Hm."

Rohese whispers something to Lylia.

Xilona nods understandingly at Akenna.

Onaro holds up his hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.

Speaking to Ordim, Aendir says, "I'm not even certain."

Speaking quietly to Ordim, Socius says, "Yes."

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "I can not speak against others.. but I can defend this one."

Crime kneels down and begins to recite prayers.

Ordim sighs.

Ordim hangs his head.

Crime stands up.

Jossarian nods in agreement at Aendir.

Talinvor begins chuckling at Ordim!

Sothog chuckles.

Ordim nods in agreement at Regwen.

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "He is.. just to simple minded to be that smart."

Talinvor shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

Speaking in Elven, Khobra says, "'That was all your Grace."

Apsaras frowns.

Khobra nods respectfully at Myasara.

Arenglae studies Khobra, giving her an intense consideration.

Sensou coughs.

Khobra takes a few steps back.

Myasara nods.

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Khobra.

Speaking to Khobra, Ordim asks, "Thank you?"

Ordim furrows his brow.

Ordim works his fingers under his bright purple hat and scratches his head.

Khobra smiles at Ordim.

Khobra touches one finger to her lips.

Khobra smiles at Ordim.

Aeriadrn says, "For future reference we speak common when in court for our guests to hear."

Khobra nods slowly at Aeriadrn.

Speaking in Elven, Khobra humbly responds, "So noted."

Khobra says, "Vill not repeat that ill."

Grambre grunts.

Sensou stares off into space.

Develdeg sighs.

You turn around to avoid anyone seeing your look of consternation.

Myasara says, "I wish to hear testimony about the poisonings at the Valley of Gold event."

(Khobra break another portion of her vanilla bean muffin and places it within Ordim's mouth.)

Ordim frowns.

Jossarian folds his hands behind his back.

Felarion squints at Khobra.

Orelwen gives a sidelong glance at Jossarian.

Crime quietly exclaims, "Win, lose, or draw, let the heads start rolling!"

Maylan applauds.

The guard gives Crime a look of warning.

Avawren nods faintly.

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

Aeriadrn says, "Please whisper to me if you have evidence that pertains to the Valley of Gold poisonings."

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Talinvor shakes his head.

Onaro yawns.

Nehor calmly inquires, "Shall I be allowed to speak about that in my defense?"

Berkana grins at Blades.

Ordim nods enthusiastically at Aeriadrn!

Berkana reaches into her black leather jacket, producing a shot of Elanthian Comfort from within.

Berkana offers Blades a shot of Elanthian Comfort.

Blades accepts Berkana's Elanthian Comfort.

Blades nods at Berkana.

Aendir casually observes his surroundings.

Ordim nods appreciatively at Khobra.

Khobra nods slowly at Ordim.

Berkana chuckles to herself.

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Limorten surveys the area.

Aeriadrn says, "Lady Orelwen please speak."

Aendir tilts his head slightly, turning his attention to Orelwen. He regards Orelwen in a measured fashion, collecting his thoughts.

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Orelwen.

You smile at Orelwen.

Orelwen strides a few steps forward.

Orelwen clears her throat.

Jossarian gazes admiringly at Orelwen.

Khylynnia whispers something to Ordim.

Crime shakes his head.

Ordim nods in agreement at Khylynnia.

Ordim's stomach growls.

Khylynnia removes a cast iron muffin tin from in her spidersilk backpack.

Khylynnia removes a warm almond muffin from in her muffin tin.

Khylynnia offers Ordim a warm almond muffin.

Ordim accepts Khylynnia's almond muffin.

Ordim beams!

Naamit casts an appraising gaze over her surroundings, seemingly taking in every detail.

Orelwen graciously begins, "My Lords and Ladies, and... others."

Khylynnia whispers something to Ordim.

Aeriadrn nods.

Regwen appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Ordim looks over at Khylynnia and shakes his head.

Ordim giggles.

Khylynnia whispers something to Ordim.

Maylan wiggles her eyebrows.

Khylynnia nods at Ordim.

Ordim hums happily to himself as he rummages through his possessions. His tune takes a sudden upbeat turn when he finds a handful of crumbs which he promptly pops into his mouth.

Khylynnia put a cast iron muffin tin in her spidersilk backpack.

Orelwen explains, "For those who had attended the festivities at the Valley of Gold, you will know I had quite a bit of fun attending all manner of events and discourse."

Speaking to Berkana, Blades asks, "Prisoners get muffings?"

Speaking to Blades, Ordim corrects, "I'm an Ordim."

Regwen nods in agreement at Orelwen.

Blades kneels down.

Berkana clears her throat.

Felarion raises an eyebrow in Arenglae's direction.

Orelwen says, "This, of course, included the ball that was held to celebrate the treaty signing."

Sensou's eyes glaze over as he stares, unfocused, into the distance.

Blades looks thoughtfully at Ordim.

Lady Arenglae just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Blades smiles at Ordim.

Elaejia clasps her hand over her mouth.

Talinvor grabs a coil of thick rope from a small pocket inside of his silver-buckled longcoat.

Lady in Waiting Lynaera just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Talinvor glances between Ordim and a coil of thick rope.

Xilona leans against a wide velvet-draped arch.

Orelwen continues, "As many know... I enjoy quite a few things... sweets, cheesecake included, and dancing."

Orelwen murmurs, "Well, especially cheesecake."

Ordim takes a bite of his almond muffin.

Ordim grumbles.

Grambre nods.

Speaking to himself, Ordim says, "Certainly was nothing to eat but cheese there."

Ordim frowns.

Avawren smiles at Orelwen.

Blades stands up.

Orelwen quickly adds, "Needless to say, shortly after I had a few... slices, I felt the need to dance the night away."

Jossarian nods emphatically at Elaejia!

Khobra mutters cheeze.

Elaejia closes her eyes for a moment.

Khobra smiles at Ordim.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Orelwen.

Sothog peers quizzically at Orelwen.

Elaejia grits her teeth.

Speaking to Khobra, Grambre says, "Thanks for muttering in common."

Orelwen lightly says, "So dance I did... first with Lord Jossarian... and... despite many warnings of his predation, one Nehor."

Grambre grins.

Nehor annoyedly corrects, "LORD Nehor! Or Flockmaster, if you must!"

Talinvor offers Socius a coil of thick rope.

Ordim glances between Orelwen and Nehor.

Blades glances at Nehor.

Socius glances at Nehor.

Apsaras frowns at Nehor.

Ordim takes a bite of his almond muffin.

Akenna sighs.

Speaking quietly to Socius, Talinvor says, "One of your prisoners is unrestrained."

Sothog glares at Nehor.

Ordim shushes Talinvor!

Aendir nods at Elaejia.

Aeriadrn nods at Lynaera.

Speaking to Nehor, Orelwen chirps, "Nehor was quite light on his feet, despite being so low to the ground... and I found myself swept away a marvelous symphony of sound."

Speaking quietly to Talinvor, Socius says, "I trust to the Mirror's security. If they make a run for it, I will hunt them down."

Avawren covers her mouth, then gives a small, discreet cough.

Crime cackles!

Blades asks, "Flock of what? roltons?"

Blades peers quizzically at Berkana.

Traiva glances at Socius.

Blades glances at Nehor.

Blades shrugs.

Ordim ponders.

Naamit stifles a yawn.

Speaking encouragingly to Ordim, Talinvor says, "I do want to witness that. A true halfling hunt."

Sensou agrees with Naamit.

Talinvor grins slowly.

Ordim waves a hand at Talinvor, dismissing him indifferently.

Orelwen continues, "However... shortly thereafter, whilst dancing with a rather... rotund fellow, I found myself taken ill, unable to catch my breath, my head swimming and causing quite a bit of vertigo."

Ordim touches one finger to his lips.

Jossarian nods approvingly at Elaejia.

Elaejia slowly empties her lungs.

Lylia nods sympathetically at Orelwen.

Rohese whispers something to Ysaeril.

Traiva nods slowly at Orelwen.

Tysong just arrived. Wait, wasn't he here already?

Jossarian gazes at Orelwen.

A pained expression crosses Jossarian's face.

Myasara nods.

Aleid just arrived. Wait, wasn't she here already?

Ordim takes a bite of his almond muffin.

Talinvor tucks a coil of thick rope into a small pocket inside of his silver- buckled longcoat.

Orelwen dramatically says, "I fell to the floor, my throat closing, my voice all but a rasp, the coughs staining the dance floor with spit and blood." Orelwen places a hand over her heart.

Ordim whispers something to Talinvor.

Grambre cringes.

Speaking to Orelwen, Aendir says, "A similar fit to mine, if I may interject."

Ordim takes a bite of his almond muffin.

Sothog rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sothog nods.

Myasara nods.

Talinvor whispers something to Ordim.

Ordim blinks.

Ordim giggles to himself.

Orelwen plainly says, "Whilst I do not know who would have caused such a woeful act against me... and I continue to pray they did not taint the cheesecake... I cannot say whether or not it was the one known as Nehor... or not... but... he was within proximity to allow it to happen."

Zolis rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Khylynnia whispers something to Ordim.

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

Zolis cocks his head.

Orelwen says, "That is all."

Myasara nods.

Speaking sincerely to Orelwen, Nehor soothes, "And I am very sorry that such a thing occured, but you must know I was innocent of any such poisoning. Why would I poison? If I do something, as ALL here can attest, it is *never* in secret. Nor would I wish harm on such a lovely lady as yourself!"

Ordim's cheeks take on a slightly flushed tone.

Orelwen takes a few steps back.

Develdeg applauds Orelwen.

Jossarian nods approvingly at Orelwen.

Jossarian whispers something to Orelwen.

Myasara asks, "Lady Silima do you have anything to say about the circumstances around your affliction?"

Ordim looks thoughtfully at you.

You incline your head.

Socius turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

Rohese whispers something to Aendir.

Ordim takes a bite of his almond muffin.

Nehor sets about preparing himself to be as presentable as possible.

Nehor dusts himself off.

You answer, "Yes Argent Mirror."

Khylynnia whispers something to Talinvor.

Myasara nods.

You say, "Shortly after Nehor finished dancing with Lady Orelwen, I was next... We danced up until Lady Orelwen fell with affliction onto the floor... I rushed to her side... shortly after, I too felt similar affects."

Develdeg waves to Ordim.

Nehor suggests, "Perhaps due to rushing to her side, and catching the affliction from her as a result?"

Nehor raises an eyebrow.

Speaking to Ordim, Develdeg says, "Best of luck, big fella."

Regwen ponders.

You say, "It was only with the help of Lady Avawren that I recovered.... but I did come into contact with Nehor."

Speaking to Nehor, you snap, "I am not done!"

Rohese nods at Aendir.

Speaking in Elven to Nehor, Lylia says, "...allergies again? How curious."

Ordim says, "Nasty Naamit nearly never neglects needing naughty noodles near nimble nitwits."

Ordim twitches, trying to control a vocal outburst, before settling into a disdained grumble while regaining composure.

You clear your throat.

Kshadhua just arrived.

Nehor folds his hands behind his back.

Naamit cocks her head at Ordim.

Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle.

Naamit shifts her weight.

Avawren flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Khobra just arrived.

Ordim stares at Naamit.

Blades glances at Ordim.

Speaking to Myasara, you say, "Lady Avawren can attest to the affects of the poison as well, as she took them on to cure me."

Khobra moves to stand in front of Ordim.

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Rinori looks thoughtfully at Avawren.

You glance at Nehor.

Elaejia gives a sidelong glance at Jossarian.

Avawren nods graciously.

Nehor raises an eyebrow in your direction.

Socius eyes Ordim coldly, his gaze intense.

Speaking to Myasara, you say, "That is all Argent Mirror."

Ordim flutters his eyelashes at Socius.

Rohese smiles at you.

Myasara nods.

Jossarian nods in agreement at Elaejia.

Myasara asks, "Lady Ysaeril, will you tell us of the circumstances around your incident?"

Elaejia tilts her head up.

Elaejia gazes with interest at Ysaeril.

Rohese nods encouragingly at Ysaeril.

Ysaeril touches one finger to her lips.

Nehor turns an inquisitive ear toward Ysaeril.

Jossarian looks thoughtfully at Ysaeril.

Ysaeril blushes a light pink hue to the tips of her ears.

Tysong just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Apsaras cocks her head at Ysaeril.

Talinvor gives a sidelong glance at Naamit.

Akenna breathes very slowly and looks much calmer.

Ordim pouts.

Ysaeril awkwardly murmurs, "Mine was not nearly as disastrous and several others lent their aid immediately, I can only assume the quick reaction of those around me was my saving grace. But, this thing did happen after I smelled a dark flower on the ground outside the ceremonial dias."

Ordim glances at Naamit.

Ordim scowls.

Felarion gazes with interest at Ysaeril.

Ordim folds his arms over his chest in a display of stubborn pride, tilting his chin up slightly in defiance.

Avawren frowns at you.

Arenglae glances between Nehor and Ordim.

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Ysaeril.

Traiva slowly empties her lungs.

Speaking curiously to Ysaeril, Felarion asks, "A dark flower that you aren't familiar with?"

Myasara asks, "A flower?"

Elaejia bites her lip.

Jossarian gives a sidelong glance at Elaejia.

Ysaeril says, "The illness came on swift and fast, but I felt okay about fifteen minutes in, and quite a bit better about an hour after, and by then Ladies Silima and Orelwen were afflicted."

Ordim carefully looks himself over.

Aendir folds his hands.

Ysaeril says, "I do not know if it was related, there were so many things, so many people around."

Limorten shifts his weight.

Nehor nods once at Ysaeril.

Ysaeril says, "But several told me to drop the flower, thus I did."

Aeriadrn says, "Mirror? I believe Lady Lynaera has some evidence to do with the flower."

Myasara nods.

Elaejia offers, "I have in my possession a sample of the flower, found at the Valley."

Myasara says, "Thank you Lady Ysaeril."

Ordim sighs longinly.

Nehor glances at Lynaera.

Aeriadrn says, "We have two flowers then."

Aendir cocks his head at Elaejia.

(Ysaeril curtsies meekly and steps back to her place.)

Nehor whispers something to Lynaera.

Lynaera nods approvingly at Elaejia.

Jossarian shifts his weight.

Lynaera glances at Nehor.

Elaejia smiles at Lynaera.

Nehor folds his hands behind his back.

Myasara says, "Please look at the flowers."

Aeriadrn nods.

Elaejia offers Aeriadrn a sunbleached terracotta urn.

Blades grins at Lylia.

Aeriadrn accepts Elaejia's terracotta urn.

Lynaera respectfully says, "Argent Mirror, this bloom was found on Nehor's very person during the dance."

Lynaera offers Aeriadrn a plainly wrapped package.

Socius peers quizzically at Lynaera. Aendir thoughtfully studies Nehor, a satisfied expression quickly reaching his face.

Lylia gazes in amusement at Blades.

Maylan gasps.

Blades begins chuckling at Lylia! Akenna breathes very slowly and looks much calmer.

Lynaera says, "It is within that package. I do not know if touching it will cause harm."

Crime glances around the room.

Crime glances at Maylan.

Socius raises an eyebrow.

Naamit just kicked Ordim!

Ordim grunts.

Rohese bites her lip.

Ordim clutches at his leg, almost falling.

Elaejia clarifies, "The other I removed from a banquet table, using my handkerchief."

Naamit removes a fresh deep heliotrope eye from in her black leather bag.

Ordim declares, "Abuse!"

Aeriadrn accepts Lynaera's plainly wrapped package.

Ordim pouts.

Nehor observes, "I picked it up after observing the lady who spoke earlier...ingesting it. I did not want others to fall ill to a similar mistake."

Naamit points her deep heliotrope eye at Ordim.

Lynaera nods respectfully at Aeriadrn.

Nehor admits, "I am still...baffled...why she would eat a strange flower."

Nehor looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.

Speaking to Naamit, Ordim exclaims, "She stole my eye!"

Khobra raises an eyebrow in Ordim's direction.

Apsaras frowns.

Ordim clasps his hand over his mouth.

Naamit put a fresh deep heliotrope eye in her black leather bag.

Jossarian glances dubiously around the room.

Lylia inclines her head.

You pause to consider recent events, and your place in them.

Lynaera carefully adds, "Nehor fully cooperated in our searching of his person."

Aeriadrn nods at Myasara.

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Nehor agrees with Lynaera.

Sothog squints at Ordim.

Sothog glances at Nehor.

Socius clenches his teeth.

Lynaera nods politely.

Myasara says, "Nehor, you are accused of bringing these poisoned flowers to the event that caused Lady Silima and Lady Ysaeril to become ill, and possible lady Orelwen."

Ordim shakes his head.

Rohese inclines her head.

Ordim offers, "Naamit brought them!"

Ordim folds his arms over his chest in a display of stubborn pride, tilting his chin up slightly in defiance.

Naamit cocks her head at Ordim.

Khobra agrees with Ordim.

Rohese raises an eyebrow.

Rohese surreptitiously glances at Naamit.

Khobra folds her arms over her chest.

Avawren glances at Ordim.

Akenna furrows her brow.

Ordim scowls.

Avawren frowns.

Khobra leans to her right slightly.

Kshadhua glances between Ordim and Naamit.

Rohese glances away.

Onaro chuckles to himself.

Nehor calmly declares, "I am innocent of any poisonings. To what end? What reason have I to poison two women whom my only acquaintence was at a dance?!"

Speaking disbelievingly to Ordim, Naamit says, "I wasn't even at the Valley of Gold until Restday, I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about."

Arenglae studies Nehor, giving him an intense consideration.

Ordim fidgets.

Nehor suspiciously suggests, "However, there were many there who wished me ill who would have been well served by poisoning those I had contact with, in an effort to frame me..."

Nehor glances at Avawren.

Talinvor simply says, "Testing."

Nehor narrows his eyes.

Speaking politely to Naamit, Khobra counters, "Seen at the Valley of Gold, at least."

Speaking to Socius, Ordim whispers aloud, "How'd she knowshow to "find" Nezhor to "kill" him?"

Speaking to Khobra, Naamit says, "Shut up, wretch."

Akenna says, "She wasn't there, then... I remember seeing her the morning after, she gave me tea! She's no poisoner."

Naamit indicates an ebon-handled lavender teacup as a possible option.

Grambre gulps.

Speaking to Naamit, Khobra says, "Rezpect.. countine it in court, if you can."

Crime hisses.

Akenna frowns.

Myasara says, "Enough."

Socius turns an inquisitive ear toward Myasara.

Apsaras bites her lip.

Myasara says, "This evening we have heard all you have said."

Nehor nods.

Sothog turns an inquisitive ear toward Myasara.

Ordim nods approvingly.

Ordim folds his arms over his chest in a display of stubborn pride, tilting his chin up slightly in defiance.

Khobra stares at Naamit with an unreadable look of utter blankness.

Crime steeples his fingers together, quietly observing his surroundings.

Khobra is no longer moving so silently.

Myasara says, "We have heard a lot of things."

(Khobra breaks a final portion of her vanilla bean muffin to share with Ordim.)

Khobra takes a bite of her vanilla bean muffin.

(Naamit gives Lylia a sly wink and a nod.)

Nehor glances between Naamit and Lylia.

Lylia smiles quietly to herself.

Myasara says, "We were here tonight because we were informed there was evidence that Ordim and Nehor were guilty of having done these deeds."

Crime gasps.

Ordim fidgets.

Onaro inclines his head.

Sensou folds his arms over his chest.

Socius squints at Ordim.

Kshadhua settles his gaze on Myasara, watching her intently.

Myasara says, ""in the case of Ordim poisoning our food in the city."

Ordim blinks.

Speaking to Myasara, Socius interjects, "If I may?"

Heavy droplets of sweat drip from Ordim's brow.

Regwen turns an inquisitive ear toward Myasara.

Lylia nods.

Socius strides over to Ordim.

Elaejia frowns.

Ordim gazes with awe at Socius.

Myasara asks, "You may what?"

Orelwen looks thoughtfully at Socius.

Speaking coldly to Ordim, Socius asks, "What's that in your ring?"

Nehor glares at Socius.

Maylan raises an eyebrow.

Ordim ponders.

Rohese bites her lip.

Speaking to Socius, Ordim exclaims, "It's my gem from Reim!"

Ordim beams!

Apsaras raises an eyebrow.

Onaro cocks his head.

You breathe in slightly.

Speaking loudly to Myasara, Socius states, "Ordim's ring contains a poison."

Maylan gasps.

Ordim's jaw drops.

Sothog squints at Ordim.

Jossarian raises an eyebrow.

Ordim blinks at his blood marble band.

Grambre shifts his weight.

Khobra glances at Ordim.

Aleid just came through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Rohese nods once.

Zolis nods faintly.

Myasara asks, "You have brought poison to our city?"

Aleid takes a moment to observe Ordim.

Ordim upends a kraken-wrapped blood marble ring and taps it sharply, the fine violet powder inside falling out and dispersing into the air.

Speaking to Socius, Khobra says, "As my longcoat contains weapons."

Ordim carefully twists a kraken-wrapped blood marble ring off his finger.

Ordim offers Socius a kraken-wrapped blood marble ring.

Nehor just closed a pristine white ash instrument case framed by gently yellowed ivory inlay.

Onaro appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Socius accepts Ordim's blood marble ring.

Nehor just closed a hand-tailored spidersilk cloak clasped with a thunderhead opal solitaire.

Aleid coughs.

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Socius.

Crime quietly says, "I have a cursed weapon."

Crime nods.

Myasara says, "Ordim step forward."

Sothog glances around, looking a bit less confident.

Speaking to Socius, Ordim asks, "Turning to robbery now too?"

Ordim frowns.

Ordim stands up.

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

Ordim walks toward Myasara.

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

Nehor frowns.

Khobra folds her hands behind her back.

Myasara says, "We believe there is much evidence that you have done crimes in other cities."

Blades smirks as a haughty expression flits across his face.

Alisaire nods slightly at Zolis.

Ordim's jaw drops.

Onaro says, "Evidence."

Onaro snorts!

Sensou agrees with Onaro.

Limorten chuckles.

Regwen blinks.

Zolis nods faintly.

Khobra says, "Hersay."

Myasara says, "And we believe you to be someone who enjoys poisoning others."

Nehor adopts an agreeable expression.

Expressions of utter shock, disbelief, and horror cross Ordim's features as he shakes his head repeatedly in denial.

Crime scoffs.

Myasara says, "We have no evidence that you have poisoned anyone in our city."

Naamit whispers something to Zolis.

Ordim nods approvingly.

Rohese rests a gentle hand on Aendir's arm.

Rohese sighs.

A pained expression crosses Socius's face.

Aendir gives Rohese a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Speaking to Myasara, Ordim says, "I'm sorry about Mr Aendir's sickness."

Ordim frowns.

Myasara says, "We will not punish you for crimes committed outside of our realm."

Xilona shifts her weight.

Aendir smiles at Ordim.

Nehor nods once at Ordim.

Rohese closes her eyes for a moment.

Myasara says, "We do believe you are a menace to society."

Elaejia glances away.

Aendir whispers something to Ordim.

Blades glances at Lylia.

Xilona nods at Akenna.

Arenglae furrows her brow.

Ordim blinks.

You clench your jaw.

Socius blinks.

Traiva quietly murmurs, "Apologies, but excuse me."

Myasara says, "And the poison you brought here tonight proves such."

Khobra sighs.

Traiva sinks into a deep curtsy.

Lylia whispers something to Blades.

Jossarian nods in agreement.

Chatelaine Traiva just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Ordim carefully looks himself over.

Crime mutters halflingmenace.

Khobra glances at Ordim.

Crime starts chortling.

Lylia smiles faintly, although the expression doesn't touch her eyes.

Socius nods slowly.

Blades nods at Lylia.

Talinvor nods in agreement.

Myasara says, "You are not someone we wish to have inside our realm."

Ordim furrows his brow.

Ordim shushes Talinvor!

Khobra closes her eyes for a moment.

Ordim narrows his eyes.

Speaking quietly to Ordim, Crime says, "HMH."

Sothog rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Myasara says, "You will be banished from our city until such a time as your character is clear of incidents such as these."

Ordim's jaw drops.

Jossarian nods with satisfaction.

Socius ponders.

Maylan applauds loudly.

Ordim ponders.

Nehor slowly empties his lungs.

Aendir nods approvingly.

Rohese nods approvingly.

Zolis grins wickedly.

Deep in thought, Kshadhua laces his fingers before him.

Elaejia nods slightly.

You let out a sigh of relief.

Speaking to Socius, Ordim says, "Guess I'll be spending a bunch of time with you , pal."

Naamit looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.

Ordim beams happily at Socius!

Naamit removes an ebon-handled lavender teacup from in her black leather bag.

Ordim holds his palm out toward Socius, looking for a handout.

Socius glares at Ordim.

Crime cackles!

Nehor glances between Ordim and Socius.

Myasara says, "As for the case against Nehor."

Nehor smirks.

Elaejia smiles at Aendir.

Sensou snorts!

Nehor strides a few steps forward.

Nehor strikes a heroic pose.

Rohese shakes her head, totally at a loss.

Khobra narrows her eyes.

Kshadhua glances between Myasara and Nehor.

Aendir gives Elaejia a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Felarion studies Myasara, giving her an intense consideration.

Grambre grins.

Speaking softly to herself, Rohese says, "Still no humility."

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Arenglae settles her gaze on Nehor, watching him intently.

Aendir nods slowly at Rohese.

Myasara says, "While we suspect that you are in unsavory character, our personal feelings do not dictate the law."

Speaking to Rohese, Aendir says, "It may well be the end of him."

Berkana reaches into her black leather jacket, producing a snifter of amber-hued brandy from within.

Berkana sniffs at her amber-hued brandy.

A sliver of shadowy wraithaline on Aleid's forehead flares into shadowy grey flames, causing the air around Aleid to waver.

Berkana offers Blades a snifter of amber-hued brandy.

Socius slowly empties his lungs.

Speaking helpfully to Socius, Talinvor says, "There's still the rope..."

Myasara says, "There is not enough evidence to prove that your flower was used by you with the intention to poison my ladies."

Speaking smoothly to Myasara, Nehor says, "Surely you are a wise and benevolent ruler. Rumors of your just demeanor have not been overblown."

Berkana smiles at Blades.

Nehor beams!

Khobra folds her arms over her chest.

Khobra leans back.

Nehor glances between Socius and Avawren.

Socius blinks.

Jossarian gives a sidelong glance at Nehor.

Lylia laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Naamit winks at Berkana.

Myasara says, "Do I believe you are guilty of something, yes."

Berkana begins chuckling at Naamit!

Speaking interestedly to Myasara, Felarion asks, "Am I understanding correctly in that you are banishing Ordim because he has poison on his person?"

Aleid frowns.

A pained expression crosses Socius's face.

Zolis nods.

Ordim carefully looks himself over.

Sensou adopts an agreeable expression.

Nehor smiles toothily as he runs a hand through his slick backed hair, flashing the Headman Socius a sultry wink.

Nehor nods once at Sensou.

Myasara says, "But."

Socius glares at Nehor.

Myasara says, "You both are being given back into the custody of Master Socius."

Socius flashes a wide grin.

Nehor gulps.

Rohese smiles.

Nehor's face turns slightly pale.

Lylia smiles at Socius.

Khobra moves to stand behind Ordim.

Talinvor grabs a coil of thick rope from a small pocket inside of his silver- buckled longcoat.

Talinvor shows Socius his thick rope.

Ordim grins at Socius.

Maylan applauds.

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Speaking to Socius, Lylia murmurs, "You and I should talk sometime."

Nehor stammers, "Wait. What? No! That man is a Butcher!"

Kshadhua shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

Socius nods slowly.

Berkana chuckles.

Talinvor curiously asks, "Reconsidering?"

Speaking to Socius, Ordim exclaims, "Make sure you bring back the right one!"

Myasara says, "Master Socius."

Ordim nervously giggles.

Socius turns an inquisitive ear toward Myasara.

Raising his hands before him, Nehor quickly backpedals away from Socius.

Khobra glances at Socius.

Sothog grins.

Naamit chortles softly at some secret joke.

Apsaras slowly empties her lungs.

Myasara says, "You indicated you had these two men in custody and there was evidence that they committed these crimes."

Khobra squints at Socius.

Socius raises an eyebrow.

Onaro grins slowly.

Ysaeril glances about with a look of concern on her face.

Zolis arches a skeptical eyebrow as he takes in his surroundings.

Myasara says, "I have found no evidnce."

Ordim shakes his head at Socius and clucks his tongue.

Sensou agrees with Myasara.

Ordim says, "Wasting the nice court's time."

Ordim frowns at Socius.

Myasara says, "And my court has been mocked."

Khobra grins.

Ordim nods in agreement.

Sensou winces.

Myasara says, "I am displeased with your actions and promises."

Nehor frightenedly says, "You can't! This man will do us ill! You cannot believe him, nor listen to his spurious allegations! You must set us free...do not give us back to that one. I beg of you."

Nehor kneels down.

Nehor begs.

Socius trembles, his jaw clenched tight.

Talinvor grins slowly.

Onaro breaks into spontaneous applause!

Felarion glances over at Nehor and winces.

Aleid tilts her head down.

Aleid blinks.

Zolis grins crookedly.

Arenglae glances between Myasara and Socius.

Elaejia frowns at Nehor.

Ordim shakes his head.

Talinvor tucks a coil of thick rope into a small pocket inside of his silver- buckled longcoat.

Ordim folds his arms over his chest in a display of stubborn pride, tilting his chin up slightly in defiance.

Crime quietly exclaims, "House Arrest!"

Speaking quietly to Myasara, Socius says, "Mirror... your facts are somewhat out of order. Your handmaidens approached me, intimating they were acting on your wishes."

Myasara says, "These men are your responsibility and if their crimes were done in your city, then have such a show there."

Khobra raises an eyebrow in Socius's direction.

Nehor whimpers.

Nehor cowers away from Socius.

Speaking to Socius, Ordim says, "Run out of judges to kill."

Ordim frowns.

Speaking excitedly to Socius, Maylan exclaims, "Oh yes, let us have a show!"

Maylan applauds.

Aleid blinks.

Speaking to Myasara, Socius continues, "I would suggest that you get your own house in order before casting false aspersions onto mine."

Berkana gives Talinvor a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Speaking to Ordim, Khobra says, "Ztop."

Mistress Berkana just went through a wide velvet-draped arch.

Lylia nods in agreement at Blades.

Nehor stands up.

Rohese bites her lip.

Aleid stares at Socius.

Rohese glances between Socius and Myasara.

Avawren closes her eyes for a moment.

Socius shudders.

Maylan gasps.

Apsaras bites her lip.

Nehor quickly accuses, "See how he insults you, in your own house!"

Ordim grins slowly.

Xilona bites her lip.

Nehor points at Socius.

Jossarian glances between Socius and Myasara.

(Khobra stuffs Ordim's mouth with her vanilla bean muffin.)

Jossarian covers his mouth, then gives a small, discreet cough.

Ordim coughs.

Naamit appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Khobra takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

Kshadhua agrees with Nehor.

Naamit appears to lose some internal strength.

Naamit becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.

Lylia smoothly says, "Excellent. I have business with Judge Renpaw now, it seems."

(Naamit thoroughly restrains bursting out with laughter.)

Aendir nods at Lylia.

Speaking coldly to Myasara, Socius says, "I am unsure of the cause of the odor in here, but something is offensive. I will take mine and depart, before things that cannot be unsaid are uttered."

Speaking to Lylia, Aendir says, "Thank you for your testimony."

Regwen ponders.

Nazriel shakes his head.

Ordim shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

Lylia places a hand over her heart.

Onaro sniffs at Ordim.

Lylia bows to Aendir.

Aendir's bow is graceful, if perfunctory. He follows the bow with a brief nod of his head.

Talinvor quietly says, "Socius does not rule this court..."

Speaking to Socius, Ordim reminds, "That vein..."

Akenna confusedly says, "This makes no sense."

Ordim frets.

Onaro shrugs.

Socius bows stiffly, his expression stony.

Kshadhua bows.

Khobra glances at Socius.

Kshadhua nods respectfully at Lylia.

Kshadhua just left.

Speaking to herself, Maylan says, "That fella is maaaaad."

Ordim waves.

Apsaras slowly empties her lungs.

Myasara says, "Take these men back to your island. My ladies were to discuss their bring brought here if there was proof, there is none. Take them away and put your island in order."

Khobra agrees with Maylan.

Grambre nods at Maylan.

Zolis grins crookedly at Maylan.

Socius wanders off.

Ordim nervously giggles.

Khobra glances out.

Nehor nods once at Myasara.

Talinvor glances out.

Crime joins Ordim's group.

Ordim shrugs at Nehor.

Rohese closes her eyes for a moment.

Nazriel scratches his head.

Xilona sighs.

Nehor hastily says, "I think I shall beat a retreat. Thank you for your just ruling. I must...be gone now."

Sensou just nudged Ordim.

Nehor joins Naamit's group.

Speaking to Ordim, Lylia says, "I shall see you soon, I am certain."

Sothog says, "Hrm."

Ordim nods slowly at Lylia.

Lylia shifts her eyes to Nehor.

Nehor gulps.

Talinvor glances between Nehor and Naamit.

Speaking to Nehor, Lylia says, "And I want my play."

Naamit firmly says, "I'll bring them back where they belong."

Khobra glances between Naamit and Nehor.

Speaking curiously to Nehor, Talinvor asks, "Your patron?"