I buy patronage, speak up in gossip, and this is the result. Makes me laugh in retrospect, though at the time it's like being under fire during a speech you did not plan on making. Enjoy, and feel free to join in on the fun. All you need is 10,000 coins and a Herald or
another Patron to nominate you, and you can have patronage and access to this kind of fun!

Beljia gossips: 'I almost forgot about being able to gossip!'
Beljia gossips: 'Hard to do that with so few, though.'
an Immortal gossips: 'So what gossip do you have to share?'
Vanisse gossips: 'Yes, tell us some news.'
Beljia gossips: 'What kind of news? Not seen much.'
an Immortal gossips: 'Bad gossip, try again.'
Beljia gossips: 'There is a new squire I hear.'
Beljia gossips: 'Krandos I believe his name is.'
Beljia gossips: 'Don't know much about him yet, but that is something new.'
an Immortal gossips: 'Yaaawn.'
Vanisse gossips: 'We need something juicier.'
Berndamir gossips: 'I hear Valox has a special bond with his ranger creatures.'
Beljia gossips: 'Right.'
Beljia gossips: 'Scandals or whatever.'
Vanisse gossips: '"Special"?'
Berndamir gossips: 'Why else do you think his bear will jump in front of him?'
an Immortal gossips: 'Ha!'
an Immortal gossips: 'Alright. Beljia, your turn.'
Beljia gossips: 'Give me a second here.'
Vanisse gossips: 'One.'
Beljia gossips: 'Trying to get my mind to wrap around some stuff.'
Vanisse gossips: 'Zero.'
Beljia gossips: 'Okay, I lose.'
Vanisse gossips: 'Hehe.'
Berndamir gossips: 'You skipped one half and one quarter Vanisse.'
an Immortal gossips: 'What's the loser's price?'
Beljia gossips: 'Expulsion?'
Vanisse gossips: 'Hmmmm.'
an Immortal gossips: 'Hmm.'
an Immortal gossips: 'Kitten eye cookies.'
Vanisse gossips: 'Beljia eye cookies.'
an Immortal gossips: 'Yes.'


emote clutches at her eyes.
Beljia clutches at her eyes.

The air shimmers suddenly as Vanisse manifests before you.

Vanisse looks around and whistles innocently.

l vanisse
An average-sized, somewhat elderly looking woman stands here, clad in
white linen. The bared skin of her arms, legs and face are traced with
tiny, fine ink patterns etched in midnight blue, describing scenes of nature
and galaxies intertwined in a complex, dazzling pattern. Ebony black hair
cascades in waves about her shoulders, intermingled with crimson flames that
burn without any sensation of heat. Her piercing emerald green eyes watch
you carefully.
Vanisse is in excellent condition.

Vanisse is using:
a Magic Mushroom
a simple white linen robe
(Glowing) a figure of speech
a small breeze
the soul of music
a crescent-silver moon

Vanisse gets you into a headlock.

emote doesn't resist.
Beljia doesn't resist.

Vanisse measures the size of your eyes.

Vanisse looks at you.

Vanisse says 'Blue eyed cookies.'

Vanisse mulls over the idea at hand. Please be patient.

Vanisse says 'With...'
Vanisse says 'Pink sprinkles!'

The world bends and quivers as Vanisse vanishes with a quiet >POP!<


***LATER***

Vanisse tells you 'Are you going to eat it?'

You eat a Beljia eye cookie.
You are full.

Berndamir says 'I think I have something of yours.'

Berndamir gives you a Beljia eye cookie.

You tell Vanisse 'Just did.'

Berndamir nods.
You nod.

You tell Vanisse 'Can't eat the other one yet.'
Vanisse tells you 'Haha. I think maybe you need an eye patch after that.'
You tell Vanisse 'Could be.'

Vanisse looks at you.

You tell Vanisse 'Even with that embarrassment and losing my eyes... I'm happy I joined the tavern.'
Vanisse tells you 'Aww.'
You tell Vanisse 'What next?'

The air shimmers suddenly as Vanisse manifests before you.

Vanisse gives you a Beljia eye cookie.
Vanisse gives you a Beljia eye cookie.

Vanisse says 'More eyes!'

You smile happily.

Berndamir gossips: 'Here's another one. I hear Vendert is so angry because he was bullied as a child.'

Vanisse blinks innocently.

Beljia gossips: 'Oh, that gives me something to try.'
Vanisse gossips: 'Bullying children?'
Beljia gossips: 'Ceridwel dies so much because he dances with the devil.'

Vanisse falls down laughing.

Beljia gossips: 'But doesn't show it to us.'
Vanisse gossips: 'He probably doesn't display it because he doesn't dance very well...'
Beljia gossips: 'Yeah, this is true.'
Vanisse gossips: 'But I hear the devil is not too picky about the kind of dancing as long as someone does it.'
Beljia gossips: 'You got that right!"