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Memoir #13 - The Lirathan Santa Claus (Serilla) by Rairen
Added on Dec 29, 2009Whatever happened to the gift that Raven promised?
The Bahamet's Maw Tavern - Main Room [ESU]
Half a dozen tables are scattered throughout this diminutive tavern.
Despite the lack of lavish decor, the bar exudes a feeling of being anything but paltry. The walls are coated in a layer of vivid tan paint, and occasionally a framed painting hangs from their glossy surfaces. The floorstones below are simple squares of red sandstone, haphazardly inlayed into the level ground. Just above the elongated bar on the northern wall hangs a luxurious tapestry, the tedious embroidery of a fiery sunburst stitched onto a white background.
The cramped entrance to the east leads out to a road, while the room snakes away to the south. A polished baobab staircase is affixed to one end of the bar to carry patrons to an upper level dormitory.
The gurth-bellied half-giant soldier looms here, gazing intently about.
The earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar is sitting on a long, darkly-stained cynipri bar.
The bristling red-streaked kurtok paces here, growling for no reason.
You lower the hood of a hooded, white-trimmed, red cloak.
Lifting a warm smile, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar looks up at you.
(hemote) The ethereal, fair-haired woman takes in a calming breath.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman looks over to the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar with a smile in greeting as she crosses the tavern.
Beckoning, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Aja, do join me."
With a respectful nod to the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar, you sit on a long, darkly-stained cynipri bar.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, as she sits:
"Of course, Faithful... Lady. I hope the day finds you well?"
You feel your heart racing - and like you need a home closer to the Heart.
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish, nodding deeply:
"It does, indeed. It has been a provident day in His Light."
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish, giving her wide-mouthed purple glass candy dish a pat:
"It seems I've a gift for you that is long overdue, my dear."
At your seat, you say in sirihish, her smile lingering as she looks to the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar:
"... A gift."
You think:
"... Raven?"
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish, settling her wide-mouthed purple glass candy dish onto the table:
"Indeed. Tell me what you know of the one called Raven who you mentioned to me once before."
The earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar gives you her wide-mouthed purple glass candy dish.
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish:
"It is from her."
At your seat, you say in sirihish, reaching for your wide-mouthed purple glass candy dish, a gloved finger tracing over it:
"... I know little, Faithful Lady. She is a slave to the Lord Templar Samos of Allanak, but I do not know her through... that city."
At your seat, you say in sirihish, looking back to the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar with a shake of her head:
"She says she knew of me, when I... served the Tor Warlord, but I do not recall such a woman."
You think:
"How, by all that is good, did she get this to you?"
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish:
"What sort of questions has she asked you? She seems to have takena great liking to you."
(hemote) The ethereal, fair-haired woman's thumb traces over your wide-mouthed purple glass candy dish.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, tone rueful as well as wry:
"I... wish I knew, Faithful Lady. She was lonely and found my mind. Her own is... troubled. Mad, you might say, although I've seen no harm in her."
The earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar chews at her lower lip, studying your face.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, pausing before she gives a slow shake of her head:
"She asks how I am, if I'll tell her a story. She asks advice on getting to know others... and mostly talks on nothing at all."
You think:
"I... don't know. I'm sorry."
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish:
"Do me a great favor, Aja. Find her mind and let her know I've finally gotten your gift to you. And inquire as to why she has kept up with you. I am quite keen to find out."
At your seat, you say in sirihish, with a soft clearing of her throat after she nods:
"Of course, Faithful Lady. I... thought this gift was a figment of her imagination. She said she'd given one to you, was... angry that I hadn't received it. "
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish:
"A slave of Samos the Red sending gifts to a Driamusek family member? It is a bit odd... ah, yes. Funny story, that."
At your seat, you say in sirihish, jaw working to one side:
"Mm. It is how I had the pleasure of an introduction to that man. I do not know... if I'll be able to find the answers you seek, Faithful Lady."
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish:
"Someone thrust that dish into my hands some months ago and said nothing of who it was for. I thought it was some sort of present for me until this woman Raven found my mind."
(hemote) The ethereal, fair-haired woman's brow creases. Deeply.
You think:
"Incredible..."
You feel at a loss.
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish, nodding to you:
"Let me know when you've reached her again. I trust I need not stress the importance of giving nothing about His Ivory away."
At your seat, you say in sirihish, with a quiet inclination of her head:
"Of course, Faithful Lady. I'd dislike being a puppet to a southerner - even an ally."
The ethereal, fair-haired woman adds the last three words with just the barest of pauses.
You think:
"... I'll have to seek her out."
You feel incredulous. And concerned.
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish, nodding her head firmy:
"Quite so, quite so. All the more reason to find out what her motives are. Mere slaves do not usually act in such a matter."
You think:
"If she could reach the Faithful Lady so easily..."
At your seat, you say in sirihish, with a soft murmur:
"She is more than just a slave. He think highly of her, I believe."
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish, with a quiet smile:
"Have we anything else to go over? I am afraid I am needed in the Heart. Ah.. yes."
The earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar's lips curls distastefully.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, returning the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar's smile:
"No, Faithful Lady, I do not think so. I appreciate you taking the time to provide this to me."
At your seat, the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar says in sirihish, chuckling ruefully:
"I am only sorry it took me so long. His Light, Aja."
The earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar stands at a long, darkly-stained cynipri bar.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman dips a slight nod down to your wide-mouthed purple glass candy dish.
In a smooth motion, you stand at a long, darkly-stained cynipri bar.
The bristling, red-streaked kurtok sniffs at you with a single wag of his bushy tail.
With a respectful nod, you say to the earthy, silvery-maned Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"His Light grace you."
l in dish
In a wide-mouthed purple glass candy dish (carried) :
a lavender blossom
a silky blossom
a bright red fruit
a piece of wrapped candy
a spun-sugar spider
a piece of wrapped mint
a dark-red, oval lozenge
a huge crimson blossom
a stuffed ginka fruit
a tiny bark lantern
a piece of honied candy
a few brandy-filled candies
a necklace of glass bells
a gem-adorned chain belt
You feel overwhelmed.
You think:
"... I'll... have to find her."
The Bahamet's Maw Tavern - Main Room [ESU]
Half a dozen tables are scattered throughout this diminutive tavern.
Despite the lack of lavish decor, the bar exudes a feeling of being anything but paltry. The walls are coated in a layer of vivid tan paint, and occasionally a...
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