You stand up.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou shrugs helplessly.

Cyprian turns toward Moerou.

You say 'He'll be alright.'

Moerou says 'He'll be back.. hopefully.'

You agree absolutely.

You say 'We can hope.'

Moerou says 'And after freelancing?'

Moerou peers at you intently.

You say 'It was all fun and games for a while.'

You lean back and streeeeeettch your arms and legs.

You say 'My back needs a sofa..'

You chuckle politely.

Moerou says 'Me too!'

Moerou says 'There's one there...'

You get a large glass beer stein from a polished bar.
You get a large glass beer stein from a polished bar.
You get a large glass beer stein from a polished bar.
You get a large glass beer stein from a polished bar.
You get a large glass beer stein from a polished bar.

Moerou gets a juice box from a polished bar.

Moerou gets a juice box from a polished bar.

Moerou gets a juice box from a polished bar.

Moerou gets a juice box from a polished bar.

The Western Common Room
| You are next to a large fireplace in the common room. This
| is the place where most of the patrons of the inn gather
S-*-F | to rest from their tedious travels. This is also the place
| | | where various artists can perform their trade. You see a
* @-* | few tables around the fireplace and a small open area as
| | | | a stage. You see the common extend to the west and east.
*>*-F | To the south you can just make out the main stage.
|
|
---------+

[Exits: north east south]
Some very comfortable looking sofas have been placed around the room.
A sparkling new bookcase covered in carved portraits rests here containing the Serin Mystiques: Volume 3.
An untidy bookcase with a sign reading 'Serin Mystiques: Volume two' is propped up against a wall.
A neat bookcase with a sign reading 'Serin Mystiques: Volume one' rests against a wall.

Moerou flies in.

Cyprian slouches into a sofa.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You sit on some comfortable looking sofas.

Moerou plops her bottom onto a sofa.

Moerou sits on some comfortable looking sofas.

You say 'I ran into Brumblwitz, first.'

Moerou snuggles up to you.

Moerou says 'Mm-hmm?'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'I thought it'd be fun to spout utter, and total, unfounded rumor about Vikka plotting to undermine the Patron structure of taverns.'
Vikka the serving girl says 'I'm right here!'

You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Vikka the serving girl.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

You say 'He was eager to know more, already flung out a quill and notepad.'

You say 'Hearing a bit about how he was in the company of scientists as a youth, how it was his inspiration to becoming an invoker.'

You say 'Fascinated by ice.'

Moerou snuggles close to you, pushing her pillowy breasts against your arm.

You drink beer from a large glass beer stein.

Cyprian concentrates on an empty beer stein.

Moerou says 'Pardon me.. the mention of ice makes me feel cold.'

You nod.

You say 'He remarked he was often given menial work to do in the labs...strange word, that. But that's what he called them.'

Moerou nods.

You say 'I was disgusted on his behalf.'

You say 'No sooner did I yell a dispproving retort, than did an otherworldly voice echo immediately in response.'

You say '"Why is there garbage in Mocker's Tavern?"'

You say 'I jumped behind this very sofa when I heard it.'

You say 'Brumblwitz was a riot.'

You say 'A very funny gnome, he had a lot to do with the hilarity I find in hinsight of all this.'

You say 'But at the time I was terrified.'

You say 'Knew near nothing about the Heavens, even much less heard any speak that were native to them.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'So you can imagine.'

You say 'I nearly soiled myself.'

You smirk.

You drink beer from a large glass beer stein.

You say 'But it was her.'

Moerou giggles.

Moerou says 'Who?'

Moerou says 'Vanisse?'

You say 'Popping into existence with a charming self-absorbed reassurance that seems to invigorate and relax any she might be around.'

You nod.

You say 'That's right.'

You say 'Vanisse.'

oerou giggles.

You say 'Still freelancing at this point, I really just threw out all the things I could to deflect an ounce of infered potential responsibility for anything.'

You say 'Even just being in a tavern and drinking enough to qualify as a patron.'

Cyprian leaves his attention from an empty beer stein and looks down toward Moerou.

You say '..fall asleep yet?'

Moerou says 'Hmm?'

Cyprian blinks.

You say 'Surprises abound today.'

Moerou scratches your arm lightly with her draconic claws.

Moerou says 'Keep going.'

Moerou smiles happily.

Cyprian hangs his head back against a the sofa.

You say 'I'd spend a great deal of time with Brumblwitz.'

You say 'First friend I had following my arrival in Seringale.'

You say 'He had a bit to do with helping me decide what intuitions I felt meant what.'

Moerou stands up.

Moerou drinks water from a tin canteen.

Moerou drinks water from a tin canteen.

Moerou drinks water from a tin canteen.

You say '..goodness, don't choke.'

You say 'I freelanced as a means to try and remember what I used to do.'

You say 'I figured I'd know some things better than others as I advanced in that guild.'

You say 'And from there piece together what trade I was.'

You say 'But absent enough memory, how do you even do that?'

Moerou says 'So.. did you?'

Moerou says 'Oh, you didn't.'

You say 'Without a solid reference of what intuition or deja-vu feels like in memory, you can't even connect those dots.'

You say 'Interactions with Brumblwitz helped me distinguish was was familiar, and what wasn't.'

Moerou leans away from Cyprian to the other side of the sofa and rests her legs - both human and draconic on Cyprian's lap.

Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

You say 'Then I ran into a rather horrid trap.'

Moerou gasps in astonishment.

You say 'Ever met Fat Hilga?'

You peer intently at Moerou.

Moerou says 'EH yes.'

Moerou says 'You actually met her?!'

You say 'Then you certainly know what I'm talking about.'

Cyprian nods rather emphatically.

You say '"Met." More, ran into.'

You shudder at the horror and repress tears.

You shake your head.

You shake your head.

You say 'I REFUSED to kiss that woman.'

Moerou comforts you.

You shake your head.

You shake your head.

You shake your head.

Moerou spits in utter disgust!

Moerou says 'Ugh.'

You say 'There was just absolutely no way in the nine hells I'd even think of my lips pressing onto..'

Cyprian turns green, but it passes.

You say '..anyway.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'After enough of my obstinance..or really I don't know what she had enough of at that point...'

You say '..but whatever it was.'

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

You say 'She offered the pill, in exchange for me singing impromptu.'

Lorne charges in with a flurry of axes and spears, creating a small sandstorm.

Cyprian sits up and leans forward, his face buried comically in his hands.

The Western Common Room
| You are next to a large fireplace in the common room. This
| is the place where most of the patrons of the inn gather
S-*-F | to rest from their tedious travels. This is also the place
| | | where various artists can perform their trade. You see a
* @-* | few tables around the fireplace and a small open area as
| | | | a stage. You see the common extend to the west and east.
*>F-o | To the south you can just make out the main stage.
|
|
---------+

[Exits: north east south]
Some very comfortable looking sofas have been placed around the room.
A sparkling new bookcase covered in carved portraits rests here containing the Serin Mystiques: Volume 3.
An untidy bookcase with a sign reading 'Serin Mystiques: Volume two' is propped up against a wall.
A neat bookcase with a sign reading 'Serin Mystiques: Volume one' rests against a wall.
Lorne the Glowering Tower of Power is here.
Moerou the Student of Air is here.

Lorne looks at you.

You yell 'WHa-!?'

Moerou looks at Lorne.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou gasps in astonishment.

Cyprian nearly hits the roof as he jumps out of a sofa.

You stand up.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Moerou says 'W-when?!'

Lorne looks at Moerou.

You say '..oh.'

This giant has matted, black tangles, falling to rest slightly below a set
of broad shoulders. Hawk-like, maroon-gray eyes crown a face that is
youthful, but missing the right eye. A pierced nose is perched proudly atop
a wide mouth, the lower lip slightly too large. Rising above a scarred neck
is a compassionate countenance. Resting below that is a well-defined
midsection, the muscle lean and long over the bone. Limbs that are willowy
and lean extend from the midsection to the lightly calloused hands, enfolded
with skin that is darkly-stained. His arms fall below his waist with hands
that appear slightly too large.
Lorne is in excellent condition.

Lorne is using:
<REAL BLING>

Moerou peers intently at Lorne.

Cyprian sighs relieved.

Moerou creates the Light of Immortal Favor.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Good morning, Lord Lorne.'

Lorne ruffles Moerou's hair playfully.

Moerou says 'Oh thank you!'

Moerou thanks Lorne heartily.

You say 'It was a lovely duel.'

Moerou bows before Lorne.

Lorne nods at Moerou.

You smile at her.

A single onyx coloured horn protrudes from the left side of this winged
humanoid's forehead, piercing through her fringe. Silky red hair that
reaches to her shoulders dance in the wind like a raging wild fire. A pair
of draconic wings, each twice the size of the humanoid when fully spread,
are covered in jet black scales that glisten in the sun light. Her flawless
face is decorated with flaming red eyebrows and lashes, a small sharp nose,
delicate jaws and thin lips but the most striking of all are her crimson
eyes that shine brightly but are cold and expressionless.

Her body is a chimera of human and dragon. The same glistening black scales
from her wings also cover the right side of her neck and spreads down to
cover entirely a thin muscular draconic hand that ends in sharp ivory claws.
Her left hand is entirely human and looks comparatively weaker than her
draconic arm. The upper part of her generously proportioned breasts are
exposed and on her right breast is also a small patch of black scales. Thin
but not skinny, her waist has a slight hourglass shape and her exposed
midriff shows some very subtle abs. On her legs, the dragon blood manifests
itself on the left instead. Glossy black scales cover the lean and muscular
left leg and each toe is armed with a sharp white claw. On her right is a
modestly toned human leg and the nails are painted the same flaming red
colour as the nails of her left hand.
She has just opened up her eyes to the world.
Moerou is in excellent condition.

Moerou is using:
<STUFF>

You clap at Moerou's actions.

Moerou stops using the rainbow staff.
Moerou lights the Light of Immortal Favor.

Moerou smiles happily.

Lorne looks at himself.

You say '..your armors are so massive.'

Moerou looks at Lorne.

You mutter quietly to yourself.
Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

Lorne says with a stentorian prominence 'Yes...Ferwen had big fingers.'

Lorne removes a necklace of Ferwen's fingers from his neck.

Lorne wears a necklace of Ferwen's fingers around his neck.

You whistle appreciatively.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Wrap around my waist five times or more..'

Moerou says 'F-fingers?'

You agree absolutely.

You point at Lorne.

Moerou scratches her head, looking very confused.

You are hungry.

You say 'Lord Lorne is the Warlord's divine patron.'

Lorne booms 'I need another set of fingers though...'

Lorne sits down and thinks deeply.

Lorne looks at you.

Lorne booms 'How big are your fingers?'
Cyprian places his hands behind his back.

Lorne peers at you intently.

You say 'I only have nine left!'

Moerou buries her fingers deep underneath her bottom.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'Fingers? what fingers?'

You say '...much, much too tiny!'

Lorne licks his mouth and smiles.

You say '..but ..otherwise...what would they replace?'

Lorne booms 'I guess a bit small..'

Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with Lorne.

Lorne booms 'This collar has become a bit tight.'

Lorne removes a dragonwing silver-grey collar of seeking from his neck.

Lorne wears a dragonwing silver-grey collar of seeking around his neck.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You say 'You're still growing?!'

Lorne booms 'I don't duel as much as I use to.'

Lorne booms 'Gaining abit extra..."muscle"...around my neck.'

Lorne coughs loudly.

Moerou giggles at Lorne's actions.

Cyprian nods emphatically, finally getting it.

You sigh.

You say '..Can't say I could relate...but...'

You say '..I can imagine..'

You say '..how sad it may get.'

You say '..no longer partaking in the things that used to be so readily around.'

You say 'Or are you really only lamenting the "muscle?"'

You say 'Lop it off and give it to Vanisse.'

You say 'Make it into a sandwich.'

Moerou says 'Wait..'

Moerou says 'That 'delicious' sandwich.'

You say 'She may consider eating it.'

Moerou turns pale as she realises the horror!

You raise your eyebrow at Moerou.

You say to Moerou 'Oh, no. That's a regular sandwich.'

Moerou says 'She.. she gave me a 'delicious' sa-'

Irition tells you 'Did you hear of Pulvix's actions against Grewin?'

Moerou says 'Oh..'

Lorne booms 'A sandwich...yes...'

You tell Irition 'I did.'

Moerou heaves a sigh of relief.

Moerou gets a cream tart.

Moerou eats a cream tart.

Moerou licks her mouth and smiles.

Moerou says 'Mmm.'

Moerou says 'Tarts are not bad either!'

You tell Irition 'Unfortunately, I have to be there at the time of offense.'

You say 'By all means though, Lord Lorne.'

You sit on some comfortable looking sofas.

You say 'Join us.'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

Lorne yells 'Vikka!'

You say '...wait.'

Moerou shifts away from Cyprian, attempting to make space in between for Lorne.

You say '..Olyn broke this sofa...'

You say 'Lord Olyn broke this sofa before..so...'

You say to Moerou 'Hold onto your side tightly.'

Lorne booms 'He's a bit large isn't he.'

You say to Moerou 'You could fling to the ceiling.'

You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Lorne.

You say 'Sofa enthusiast if I ever saw one.'

You say 'Bath goer, too.'

You mutter something nasty to Moerou.

You stand up.
Moerou peers at you intently.

You say 'Got it!'

You sit on some comfortable looking sofas.

Cyprian is satisfied.

You say 'What about you? You were mortal once, right?'

You say 'Moerou has shown some curiosity about the origins of those in the Heavens.'

Moerou says 'Oh, Lord Lorne's name resonates in Solace as well.'

You say 'Maybe you can shed light on some of the things I couldn't define?'

Lorne nods at you in agreement.

Lorne booms 'Origins eh?'

You say 'Right. How many don't have mortal pasts?'

Lorne sits down and thinks deeply.

Lorne booms 'A few...'

You say 'I thought so. I didn't think Lord Stryth was the only one..'

Lorne booms 'Some appeared from the ethereal plane...somehow.'
Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

Lorne booms 'Eloret is an example...'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Lorne booms 'Esivole I mean.'

Lorne coughs loudly.

You say 'Lord or Lady?'

Moerou says 'The history books in Solace say Eloret was a great Justice Commander.'

Lorne booms 'Lady.'

Cyprian quiets himself, deferring to Moerou's more informed questions.

Lorne booms 'Yes. I said Esivole.'

Moerou says 'Oooh.'

Moerou nods at Lorne.

Lorne coughs loudly.

Lorne yells 'Fist of War, guide my blade for the fallen!'

Lorne sits down and rests.

Lorne booms 'Quite a few had mortal lives once...'

Lorne booms 'And ascended to the Heavens by force or acclimation.'

Moerou sits on some comfortable looking sofas.

You say 'I might be mistaken...but I think Lord Lorne joined us to listen alongside you..?'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

Moerou says 'Let's see.'

You say 'Doesn't seem the type to wander...always having an intent in mind. Never doing something without deliberate reason?'

Moerou says 'You were talking about singing for a pill and Lord Lorne appeared.'

Lorne booms 'Oh I just wanted to see this little draconian. That was all.'

Lorne looks at Moerou.

You nod.

Moerou giggles.

You say 'I thought so. My mistake.'

Moerou stands up.

Moerou curtseys gracefully to Lorne.

Moerou sits on some comfortable looking sofas.

You say to Moerou 'Introduce yourself.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Well.'

You say 'If you want.'

You shrug.

You chuckle politely.

Moerou says 'I'm a half draconian avian...'

Moerou says 'According to Cyprian, mother and father copulated one night and had me.'

Lorne coughs loudly.

Lorne booms 'I see.'

Lorne stands up.

Lorne looks more enlightened.
You say 'Well, she did say one night they slept in a cave and came out..never to see each other again.'
Moerou says 'Mother never mentioned such an act though.'

You say 'Citing herself as the result.'

You say 'Just saying I'm not a pervert...'

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Moerou says 'Funny thing is mother and father never spoke a word to each other so never knew each others' names either.'

Lorne booms 'Mysterious.'

Moerou says 'Lord Lorne I'm sure you lived through the war at Solace.'

Moerou says 'Mother was one of the soldiers fighting the draconians.. and fell in love with an enemy she clashes sword and flames with.'

Lorne nods.

Lorne booms 'All is fair in love and war.'

Moerou says 'I was born shortly after the war ended but stayed in Solace all this time, so I have heard of you during your time as a mortal as well.'

Moerou says 'How great a fighter you were and you being undefeatable.'

Lorne chortles mischieviously.

Moerou sits on some comfortable looking sofas.

Lorne booms 'Unbeatable is a bit of a stretch.'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Moerou says 'Were you ever beaten?'

Moerou gets a blank stare on her face. What could she be wondering about?

Lorne winks suggestively.

Lorne booms 'Why yes.'

Lorne booms 'Five times.'
Moerou gasps in astonishment.

You say '...by whom?'

Lorne booms '...Out of over one hundred duels.'

Cyprian squints his eyes, trying to fathom.

You attempt to nod at yourself and get dizzy instead.

Moerou thinks hard.

You say 'Makes much more sense.'

Lorne booms 'My first loss was a bit of a surprise to me.'

Lorne booms 'A drow bard...quite the sneaky one she was.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You gape in ABSOLUTE DISBELIEF.

Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

Lorne booms 'I underestimated her stature and was taught a lesson I didn't soon forget.'

Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with Lorne.

You say 'What was it?'

You sigh.

You say 'Nevermind. Not to underestimate.'

Cyprian nods sagely.
Moerou says 'That's a lesson I'll burn into my memories forever.'

Lorne booms 'Don't underestimate...little people.'

You remove a white king's spangenhelm from your head.
It's Jingle Bell Time!

Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with Lorne.

Lorne booms 'I've also lost three times to three different monks.'

You say 'Over my head. That was my fault.'

Moerou glances above Cyprian's head to see what is over his head.

Lorne booms 'One very honorable. One a tricksters. One a traitor.'

You frown disapprovingly.

Lorne booms 'And I've also lost to Voglin. He was the Legion Forsaken.'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

Lorne booms 'I almost consider it a draw...'

Lorne coughs loudly.

Moerou giggles.

Lorne booms 'He was stunned close to death after our duel.'

Lorne booms 'It was a good one.'

You smile happily.

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

Lorne yells out his warcry.
Lorne yells 'Fist of War, guide my blade for the fallen!'

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

Lorne sits down and rests.

Moerou drops a juice box.

Moerou sacrifices a juice box to The Overlord.

Moerou says 'Want some juice? This is really good!'

Moerou gives a juice box to Lorne.

Lorne drinks apple juice from a juice box.

Lorne eats a juice box.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou gapes in ABSOLUTE DISBELIEF.

Moerou says 'That's edible?'

Lorne shrugs helplessly.

You chuckle politely.

Lorne says with a stentorian prominence 'I don't know.'

Lorne booms 'But I ate it.'

Moerou says 'I should have known!'

Lorne booms 'I couldn't get the last bit of juice out.'

You laugh at his joke.

Moerou claps at Lorne's performance.

Moerou says 'So that's how you get ALL the juice!'

Lorne booms 'I have some matters to attend to.'

Moerou says 'Aww.'

Lorne booms 'Another time.'

Moerou waves at Lorne cheerfully.

Lorne ruffles Moerou's hair playfully.

Lorne stands up.

Moerou stands up.

Moerou bows before Lorne.

Lorne ruffles your hair playfully.

Lorne nods.

Lorne unleashes a sudden windmill cleave, creating a small tornado and disappears.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'Quite the exit huh?'

You say '..and off he goes.'

You say 'They all seem to have their own unique trademark of departure.'

Moerou adjusts her hair that's been messed up by the tornado.

You say '..and arrival.'

Moerou says 'Yes, and Lord Lorne's is a little.. windy.'

Moerou says 'Your hair.'

Moerou laughs at your joke.

Moerou sits on some comfortable looking sofas.

Cyprian runs a palm up over his face moving black hair out of it.

Moerou leans back on the other side of the sofa, resting her legs on your lap.

Moerou says 'So what happened after you got the pill?'

Moerou says 'I'd have suspected she would try to poison me to death with a poison pill!'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'I swallowed, convinced of a shoo-in victory over the deal we made.'

Moerou says 'But I might be desperate enough to eat it immediately, just to get away.'

Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

You say 'I was.'

You say 'Swallow I did...after overcoming a bit of surprise.'

You say 'The performance was horrible.'

You bury your face in your palm with a sigh.

Moerou giggles.

You say 'Thought she was an idiot.'

You say 'Later realizing after some recollective introspection.'

You say 'I was the one who lost.'

Moerou says 'Why is that?'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You smirk.

You scoff at the idea, how absurd!

You say 'If you were there to hear it, you'd have understood completely why.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Ask a bard with no memory to sing.'

Moerou giggles.

You say 'Watch as he struggles to pull out the known words of easy rhyme out of his repetoire.'

Moerou says 'But.. how exactly did you lose?'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Never sang well to begin with...'

Moerou says 'You gave a weak performance.. and still got a way out.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'I lost because I was given a pill out of pity. Not because I'd satisfied any deal.'

The Light of Immortal Favor flickers.

Moerou cackles gleefully at you. Better keep your distance from her.

You say 'I felt lucky.'

You say 'I don't know how many can say they've escaped -that- without...'

You shudder at the horror and repress tears.

Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

Moerou says 'I've heard tales on the streets too.'

You say 'Tales?'

You say 'About what?'

You say 'Oh.'

Moerou says 'Fat Hilda.'

You nod.

Moerou winks suggestively at you.

You say 'The experience was enough to push me away from continuing as a bard.'

You say 'And I'd remembered there was no point in revisiting the past in that manner.'

You say 'There was nothing left for me back there.'

You say 'Nothing.'

You say 'And then there was the matter of the obnoxiously funny wisp.'

You say 'Something pulled me to want to reflect that mirth off myself to others.'

Moerou kicks the air slightly, bouncing her feet off your lap as she hums a tune 'Lalala~ lala~ lalala~'

Cyprian stares at you.

You say '..that was random.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'Oh come on.'

Heh.

You say 'Oh, what.'

Moerou says 'Keep going!'

You say 'Did you think I was put out by that?'

Cyprian gestures dismissively.

You say 'Fine-fine.'

Moerou says 'Wait. You weren't smited for calling her obnox-'

You shake your head.

Moerou covers her mouth in horror as she recalls memories of being a toad.

You say 'No. There's only one thing she'd smite me for..and after the second time..I figured out what it was.'

You say 'Well..let me correct that.'

You say 'One thing I've done that she has smited me for, that I figured out what it was the second time.'

You say 'I really don't know what she will or won't smite me for.'

You say 'What I give her is honesty.'

You say 'I believe it's because she knows when I am, and when I am not embellishing with comical tones.'

You say 'I would never call her fat for example.'

You say 'And mean it.'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'I would never call her loud, and infer it were a bad thing...or that it wasn't an endearment.'

You say 'Quite far from fat, actually.'
Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You are thirsty.

Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

You say '..it's just funny how feminine she is about it.'

Moerou says 'Quite the smart person you are!'

Moerou pats you on your head.

You say '..that's the irony. In the manner I'm intellectual, it makes me an idiot in my own right.'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'Still piecing that one together.'

You say 'But anyway...'

You say 'So I became a cleric, then a patron.'

Moerou gently pokes you in the ribs with her human feet.

Moerou giggles.

You say 'Before I knew it I wa-'

You drink beer from a large glass beer stein.

Moerou says 'Before you knew it?'

Cyprian stares intently into an empty beer stein.

Moerou peers around herself intently.
Cyprian squares a leg across his other knee.

Cyprian clears his throat.

Moerou says 'Hey! Don't adjust my leg rest!'

You say 'I was frequenting her shrine like it was-'

You sigh.

You say 'So demanding.'

Cyprian unsquares his leg.

Moerou smiles at you.

You say '..like it was my only home.'

You say 'Searching for the secrets within.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Blessing those that I didn't abhor in her name.'

You say 'Advancing, mainly at this point in time..'

You say 'Soon I'd put in an application to be a Herald.'

Moerou looks at you.

You say 'After remembering that they both thought I'd be an asset.'

You say 'And not a liability.'

Moerou says 'That you'll sell lots of books?'

Moerou giggles.

You say 'Mystiques. I'm not at the level of authoring my own books.'

Moerou says 'I jest.'

Moerou winks suggestively at you.

You chuckle politely.

You say 'Over my head once more.'

Moerou peers at you intently.

Cyprian flicks a bell on a cheese wheel.

You say 'I botched the first application.'

You laugh at yourself. I would, too.

Moerou stands up.

You lean back and streeeeeettch your arms and legs.

Moerou says 'I am afraid I must leave for now... my mother beckons.'

Goddrik walks in.
You say 'Oh, of course.'

Goddrik walks east.

You say 'I needed a stretch, really.'

You stand up.

Moerou says 'I hope you will continue your tale another time!'

You say 'I may.'

You say 'Luck smile on you.'

Moerou says 'How about a hug?'

Moerou hugs you.

You hug her.

Moerou giggles.

You wave.
Moerou waves at you cheerfully.

Moerou says 'See you soon cyprian!'

You say 'Perhaps.'

Moerou flies east.
The room becomes dimmer.

You say '....definitely not a shy one after a while.'

You say 'Pretty sure it's nothing deep.'

You say 'I have a scroll to ink.'