Vanisse pounces on you and sends you sprawling. **OOF**

Cyprian had no chance. Without any resistance, his body hits the ground. *THUD*

Vanisse throws back her head and cackles with insane glee!

Olyn slowly fades into existence.

You say '...'

You say '..you're s-sneaky as ever.'

Olyn peers at you intently.

Cyprian attempts to catch his breath from startle.

Vanisse buffs her nails on her cloak.

Olyn says to Vanisse 'One of yours?'

Vanisse says 'Yes, my most faithful.'

Vanisse must like you a great deal to beam at you so broadly!

Cyprian turns his head profile along the ground, and looks up toward the unfamiliar voice.

Cyprian shifts an arm to the side and pushes against the ground with his hand.

Cyprian follows the shamble upward with a bent knee. He wobbles bit, but his knees aren't that sore.

Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

You peer intently at Vanisse.

Vanisse picks you up off the ground.

Olyn looks at you.

You say 'I only have one pair of knees.'

Vanisse says 'Do toads have knees?'

Vanisse muses to herself.

You cringe in terror.

You say 'Please don't. Twice is enough for now...'

You shake your head.

Vanisse chortles mischieviously.

You chuckle politely.

The lightning has stopped.

You say 'Anyway...'

You peer around yourself intently.

Vanisse says 'Oh, I wanted to ask. What is this predicament Ulsa has gotten herself into?'

You say to Vanisse 'In whose presence do I stand other than that which may be situationally negligi-'

Cyprian pauses the sporty remark.

You frown disapprovingly.

You sigh.

You say 'I wish I knew. All I have to go by are Destrian's former remarks.'

You say 'And what I've heard from Sir Noath.'

Olyn says 'Rumour.'

You say 'It's weighed heavily on my mind.'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You say 'Rumor? Which?'

Olyn says 'All that is not experienced, but rather related, is rumour.'

Vanisse points at herself proudly.

You smile at her.

Vanisse says 'What be these rumors?'

You say to Vanisse 'Part of your double-edged charm, really.'

Vanisse rubs her hands together in greedy anticipation.

Olyn says 'You stand with the Queen of Rumour-mongering'

Vanisse cackles gleefully at Olyn.
Olyn peers intently at Vanisse.

You say to Olyn 'Deliberately.'

Vanisse beams broadly!

Olyn says 'I will not speak to them.'

You say 'You won't speak with whom.'

Vanisse says 'Do you have truths to share?'

Olyn says 'I have no need, as I watched all transpire as it transpired.'

Vanisse says 'Capital!'

You say 'But...'

You say 'No. I shouldn't.'

You say 'If you decline to say more.'

You nod.

You say 'You decline, and that's all there is.'

Vanisse says 'Lord Olyn, would you tell us this story?'

You say 'Respect for a divine's decision.'

Olyn says 'What story is that?'

Vanisse says 'What really happened.'

Olyn says 'The one about Mama Vevier stuck under the couch?'

You smirk at his saying.
Vanisse blinks innocently.

Vanisse says 'She what.'

You say 'Probably hiding from this one.'

You point at Vanisse.

Vanisse sighs.

Olyn says 'She once barred me from the Tavern for breaking her sofa too many times!'

Cyprian blinks.

You say 'By the hells, did you use it as a trapeze...?'

Vanisse says 'You ate too many of her muffins.'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Olyn says 'Herald furniture was not designed for giants in fullplate armor.'

Vanisse snickers softly.

You say 'Maybe we should raise money to accomodate..'

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Vanisse says 'But what happened with Ulsa? I have a, shall we say, vested interest in this one.'

You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Vanisse.

Olyn says 'She attempted to overcome the structure's inadequacies with herself, and became stuck.'

Vanisse blinks innocently.

You say 'What structure's inadequacies?'

Olyn says 'The sofa! Haven't you been listening?'

Olyn says 'That's what's important. Sofas.'

Vanisse says 'Is this some kind of metaphor?'

Cyprian shuts his eyes, exhaling in disbelief he thought there were some headway.

Cyprian opens his eyes.

You say 'What if I designed a sofa for you?'

You open a leather backpack.

You get a quill with a white feather from a leather backpack.

You get a thin journal from a leather backpack.

You wield a quill with a white feather.
A quill with a white feather feels like a part of you!

You open a thin journal.

Olyn says 'I shall have to see the current state of the unworthy apparatus inside the tavern.'

Olyn walks south.

You scan south.
*** Range 1 (south) ***
A human city guard of Seringale stands watch here.

Vanisse buries her face in her palm with a heavy sigh.

Vanisse stands up.

You say 'There must be a way to get information about this matter.'

Vanisse agrees absolutely.

You nod at Vanisse.

The Eastern 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 to
S-*-F | rest from their tedious travels. This is also the place where
| | | various artists can perform their trade. You see a few tables
* F-@ | around the fireplace and a small open area as a stage. You
| | | | see the common extend to the west and east. To the south you
*>*-o | can just make out the main stage.
|
|
---------+

[Exits: south west up]
Some very comfortable looking sofas have been placed around the room.
A makeshift stage has been set up for the performing mice.
Vanisse the Myth Weaver is here.
Olyn the Beardmaster, Lord of Salt and Sea is here.
A small deaf mouse wields Serin's tiniest violin.

Some very comfortable looking sofas have been placed around the room.

Vanisse pokes some comfortable looking sofas.

Vanisse stands on some comfortable looking sofas.

Vanisse jumps up and down.

Vanisse steps off some comfortable looking sofas.

Olyn sits on some comfortable looking sofas.

Vanisse peers around herself intently.

Vanisse sits on a broken sofa.

Vanisse boggles at the concept.

Vanisse says 'OLYN!'

Vanisse stands up.
Olyn says 'Bah'

Cyprian steps back several feet and squares a thumb and forefinger along his frame of perception, toward the sofa.

Olyn says 'Pathetic.'

Vanisse buries her face in her palm with a heavy sigh.

Cyprian squares it toward Olyn.

You nod.

Olyn looks at a broken sofa.

Cyprian scribbles something in a thin journal.

A sofa is here, broken under the weight of a god.

Vanisse looks at a broken sofa.

Cyprian walks around to the side of the sofa, and repeats the evaluation.

Cyprian scribbles something in a thin journal.

Olyn says 'I recall a similar incident with Groq a long time ago.'

Cyprian looks up from a thin journal.

Vanisse flaps at Olyn with her hands.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Vanisse says 'Up up.'

You say 'Groq?'

Olyn says 'Sofa breaking is a major problem for the diminished-impaired.'

Vanisse grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Olyn grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Olyn shifts his weight.

Olyn stands up.

Vanisse gets a broken sofa.

Vanisse looks at a broken sofa.

Cyprian looks nervously between the two divines...and steps decisively an extra foot or two as he makes way to the behind of a sofa.

Cyprian squats to his haunches and looks underneath a broken sofa.

You say '...you sat right through it...'

Vanisse drops a very large sofa.

Vanisse glares at Olyn.

Olyn looks at a very large sofa.

Vanisse says 'That's for your big bum.'

Olyn inspects the structural design.

Olyn says 'I don't know...'

Cyprian stands up, dusting himself off with the hand holding the feathered quill.

Olyn says 'Who engineered this?'

Olyn says 'It doesn't look gnomish.'

Vanisse says 'Some gnome.'

Vanisse says 'I ate him.'

Olyn sits on a very large sofa.

A very large sofa crumbles under the weight.

You chuckle politely.

Vanisse sighs.

You shake your head.

Cyprian scribbles something in a thin journal.

Vanisse says 'Maybe I shouldn't have ate him.'

You stop wielding a quill with a white feather.

Olyn says 'Anyway, you were asking about Groq.'

You nod.

A gnome scientist arrives from a puff of smoke.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You say 'I was. It's an unfamiliar name.'

You say 'Sounded important, so I figured I'd better know more.'

You close a thin journal.

Olyn says 'He's like a far, only in the shape of a giant.'

You put a quill with a white feather in a leather backpack.

You put a thin journal in a leather backpack.

Olyn says 'A fart rather'

You close a leather backpack.

Vanisse falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

You say '...how endearing.'

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Olyn says 'It smells, but you don't often speak of it.'

You say 'Smell it enough times you forget the difference between it and fresh perfume made exclusively from the fat of a great white?'

A gnome scientist examines a broken sofa carefully.

You say 'That sort of effect?'

Olyn says 'Precisely.'

Cyprian bunches his nose briefly.

You say '..so I probably don't want to meet him.'

Vanisse snickers softly.

You say 'But was the relevance of the reference?'

Vikka the serving girl walks west.

You say 'Where this ..unworthy sofa is concerned.'

You say 'That is.'

Olyn says 'Your main query about sofa integrity and structure.'

A gnome scientist scribbles something on a sheaf of parchment paper.

You bonk yourself, fool that you are.

Olyn says 'I'm offering anecdotal evidence.'

A gnome scientist scratches his head.

You say 'Right...sorry. Vikka's entrance disturbed me enough to forget the sequence of discussion.'
Vikka tells you 'On my way, dear.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Olyn buys a strange, thick cigar.

A gnome scientist shakes his head and scribbles again.

Olyn stops wielding a training staff.
Olyn stops using a small buckler as a shield.
Olyn holds a strange, thick cigar in his hand.

Olyn lights a strange, thick cigar.

Olyn says 'Groq also likes cigars.'

Vikka the serving girl walks west.

The tip of a strange, thick cigar glows a dull red.

You say 'To cover for his smell or..?'

You boggle at the concept.

A gnome scientist mutters something quietly to himself.

Olyn says 'I hadn't thought of that.'

Olyn says 'You might be on to something.'

Vanisse says 'Does it work?'

Olyn extinguishes a strange, thick cigar.

You say 'I only offer an off-hand thought. I didn't taste my feet this time around, though. Which is nice.'

Olyn says 'I don't know, I didn't fart.'

Vanisse lets out a hearty laugh.

You laugh at his joke.

Olyn lights a strange, thick cigar.

You say 'So crass.'

Vanisse says 'Please don't.'

The tip of a strange, thick cigar glows a dull red.

You say 'So, about the sofa. What would you like changed about it? Do you to see a replacement?'

Olyn draws on a strange, thick cigar and exhales a cloud of smoke.
Olyn's pupils dilate and his eyes turn red.

Olyn says 'I'M USED TO it.'

You say 'Wish to, I mean.'

Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

Vanisse says 'If you have any design requests, you can tell this gnome to make it.'
Olyn says 'DOES my voice SOUND WEIRD to YOU?'
The ash falls from the tip of a strange, thick cigar.

Vanisse says 'NOT AT all.'

You shake your head.
Vanisse peers intently at Olyn.

Olyn says 'YOU SOUND LIKE YOU'RE FAR away.'

You yell 'Do I sound any closer, Lord unnamed?'

Olyn says 'BELLS are ringing.'

Olyn says 'WHO died?'

Vanisse lets out a hearty laugh.

You peer intently at a gnome scientist.
A gnome scientist slaps you.

Cyprian rubs his face.

Olyn says 'WAS THERE a gnome UNDER here?'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Olyn peers under the sofa.

You say 'Don't-!'

A gnome scientist shudders at the horror and represses tears.

Cyprian looks over at a gnome scientist, to see if he's under the sofa.

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

Olyn says 'I think SOMETHING WAS wrong with that cigar.'

A gnome scientist huddles against the wall.

Olyn throws his hands into the air awkwardly.

You say '...I think you're right. Your eyes went..'

You say '..red.'

You say 'So!'

A gnome scientist says 'Interesting...'
A gnome scientist scratches his head thoughtfully.

Vanisse says 'Wait wait. I have just the remedy.'

You say 'I heard a rumor about Ulsa and what she was inovlved in.'

Olyn says 'I apologize, but i couldn't FART.'

Olyn's red eyes return to normal.

Cyprian gestures to suggest maybe Vanisse should hold off on the remedy.

Vanisse nods at you in agreement.

You say to Olyn 'Have you heard anything about that?'

Olyn says 'I've heard very little.'

You tell Vanisse '..even in enebriation...'

Olyn says 'It didn't interest me since I saw what happened.'

Vanisse tells you 'It wore off!'

Vanisse says 'But what happened?'

Olyn says 'To the sofa? I think it's plain.'

Vanisse buries her face in her palm with a heavy sigh.

Olyn sighs at the sight of a gnome scientist.
A gnome scientist slaps Olyn.

Olyn grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

You say 'Pardon. Kitten ventriloquists are nearby. We were just talking about how that cigar would stop the gnome scientist from slapping you so.'

Vanisse says 'No, not the sofa, with Ulsa!'

Olyn says 'I don't think Ulsa was on the sofa.'

Cyprian breaks out in an inappropriate chortle.

Vanisse says 'Where was she?'

Olyn says 'In the next room over, taunting Destrian.'

Vanisse says 'Taunting? How so?'

[50 Human Hea] *<PK> <HERALD> (Novice) [Luck] Cyprian the Holy Patriarch of Healing
[58 Avian SUP] *<HERALD> Vanisse the Myth Weaver
[ Fire ] Holdore Trolsmash the Weaponsmith
[59 Storm CRE] [KNIGHT] Sir Olyn Lotide the Beardmaster, Lord of Salt and Sea
Players found: 4
There are 4 characters on; the most on this past month was 20.

Olyn says 'Come to think of it, none of them were on a sofa.'

Heh.

Vanisse says 'Were there more present?'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Olyn says 'Brumblwitz was there.'

Vanisse nods.

You say 'What interests you, by the way?'

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

Vanisse says 'Who?'

You say 'The Lord Sofa.'

Vanisse chortles mischieviously.

Olyn says 'Me?'

You say '..I don't feel right saying that. Yes, that's right.'

Nod your head off -- they aren't here.

You nod at Olyn.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You say 'Yourself.'

Olyn says 'I like sitting on a hill overlooking the ocean and taking hot baths.'

Vikka the serving girl walks west.

You say 'Is there a sofa on that hill?'

Olyn says 'Not when I last visited.'

You say 'Would you like one there? As well as here?'

Olyn says 'Nah, I don't visit anymore.'

You nod.

Olyn says 'My wives are long dead.'

Cyprian gapes...only briefly.

You say 'Right. Of course, of course.'

Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

You say 'How clumsy of me to not figure.'

You say 'What can I offer in return for information about the situation I keep bothering you about?'

Vanisse says 'A bathtub on a hill?'

Olyn says 'The sofa? It's not a big deal. I only recall two of us breaking the things and I don't sit that often.'

You say 'You don't spare much, do you.'

You chuckle politely.

Vanisse flails her arms in every direction.

Olyn says 'A bathtub on a hill. Interesting.'

Olyn says 'Would gnomes fill it or just wait for rain?'

Vanisse says 'You'd be waiting pretty long for the rain.'

Vanisse says 'Bathtub your size.'

Vanisse says 'We could hire some gnomes.'

You open a leather backpack.

You get a quill with a white feather from a leather backpack.

You get a thin journal from a leather backpack.

You wield a quill with a white feather.
A quill with a white feather feels like a part of you!

You open a thin journal.

Cyprian scribbles over something in a thin journal.

Olyn says 'The bath I use is dilapidated now, although I can still access it in memory.'

A gnome scientist says 'Hrmm...'
A gnome scientist sits down and thinks deeply.
Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Vanisse says 'But we don't really want to know about sofas.'

You smirk at her saying.

Olyn says 'Focused in on bathtubs now, are you?'

Olyn says 'I don't think I've ever broken one of those.'

Vanisse says 'No. About the kerfuffle with Ulsa and Destrian.'

Olyn says 'The bath over the springs in Thalos used to really be something.'

Olyn says 'They weren't anywhere near the baths.'

Olyn says 'They were in the next room over.'

Vanisse says 'I am not interested in the baths.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Olyn buys a mug of ale.

Olyn buys a mug of ale.

Vanisse peers intently at Olyn.

Olyn buys a mug of ale.

Olyn gives a mug of ale to Vanisse.

Olyn gives you a mug of ale.

Olyn says 'my treat.'

Vanisse eats a mug of ale.

Vanisse burps loudly.

Olyn says 'That's not how you do it...'

You drink ale from a mug of ale.
You are sober.

You thank Olyn heartily.

Vanisse blinks innocently.

Olyn says 'We've been over this, Vanisse.'

Olyn drinks ale from a mug of ale.

Vanisse says 'BUT......... cjRuhhNncHy..'

A plume of smoke billows from the nearby nexus.

Vanisse pouts.

Cyprian immediately grips onto the back of a sofa.

Vanisse hiccups.

You peer around yourself intently.

Cyprian lets go.

You say '..no mighty belch.'

Cyprian sighs in relief.

Vanisse snickers softly.

You say 'Let's assume then..'

Olyn says 'If she vomits, be ready to dodge the glass shards.'

Vanisse glares around icily.

You say 'I'll hide behind the scientist here.'

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

Vanisse staggers over to the sofa.

Vanisse sits on a broken sofa.

You say '..or Vikka.'
Vikka tells you 'On my way, dear.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You snicker softly.

Vanisse flops over.

Vanisse says 'hUhRraohH........ Ahle!'

Olyn says 'The last time I saw her like this, I auctioned off her hand in marriage.'

Vanisse says 'ii tHhiNnk ii AhtE iIT lahhteR...'
Olyn says 'You should've seen the bids!'

Vanisse says 'taZSsTehd ghrehahT..'

You say 'Who won it?'

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

Olyn says 'Vanisse did. She spent a million gold to marry herself.'

Olyn says 'Lucky girl.'

Vanisse beams at herself, obviously pleased.

You say 'No wonder. I can't imagine anyone else so justified in narcissism.'

You say 'I approve.'

Vanisse says 'Hah!'

Olyn says 'Rimath wanted to retire on the commission, but I didn't allow it.'

Vanisse says 'slAve DriveR...'

Olyn says 'I never received an invitation to the ceremony, by the way.'

Vanisse says 'OoHh iIT was A pRivaote awfFfaaiIr.........'

Olyn says 'You'd think I would, after I practically arranged the entire thing.'

Vanisse says 'fFawMiiLy onlY... BeiInnngh ahhnnn aorPhhahhnNn ThaT mEhant juhhsst mE...'

Vanisse coughs loudly.

You say 'Well that's one strike against the child rumor.'

Vanisse says 'iI HhaovEhNT'

Vanisse says 'ghOT ao vbaBy of THhEh ghNnOMmMiissh PeRszsUhasSsiiOonn'

Vanisse hiccups.

You chuckle politely.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You say 'I hear you, Vanisse. I hear you.'

Cyprian nods sagely.

You say 'Lord Sofa. What are you correctly referred as?'

Vikka the serving girl walks west.

Vanisse says 'Ii LIKe lord ssaoffahh'

You smile at her.

The Eastern 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 to
S-*-F | rest from their tedious travels. This is also the place where
| | | various artists can perform their trade. You see a few tables
* F-@ | around the fireplace and a small open area as a stage. You
| | | | see the common extend to the west and east. To the south you
*>*-o | can just make out the main stage.
|
|
---------+

[Exits: south west up]
A sofa is here, broken under the weight of a god.
A makeshift stage has been set up for the performing mice.
A gnome scientist is here.
Vanisse is sitting on a broken sofa.
Olyn is sitting on a broken sofa.
A small deaf mouse wields Serin's tiniest violin.

Vanisse hugs a broken sofa.

You let out a hearty laugh.

You roll on the floor, laughing hysterically.

You say 'The only appropriate suitor that would've had a chance..'

Vanisse pats a broken sofa reassuringly.

You say '..too inanimate to bid!'

You let out a hearty laugh.

You say 'Free dowry!'

Cyprian scribbles several things in a thin journal.

You say 'I guess it'll have to be Lord Tub.'

Olyn says 'I wonder if I have any grandchildren still running around...'

Vanisse says 'tuhB? tuhb TuhHb...'

Vanisse pokes Olyn in the ribs.

You smirk at her saying.

Olyn says 'say What? You found one?'

Vanisse agrees absolutely.

Vanisse points excitedly at Olyn!

Olyn says 'Where?'

You say '....'

Vanisse points excitedly at Olyn!

Vanisse hiccups.

Vanisse goes to sleep on a broken sofa.

Olyn says 'I'm not my own grandchild, Vanisse. You're drunk.'

Vanisse snores loudly.

You say 'I so adore her. One of a kind.'

You say 'Never seen her like.'

Cyprian returns his attention to Olyn.

You say 'Can we assume the whole situation were to at some point, threaten the future promise of luxurious bathing?'

Olyn says 'She can drink a man under the table, but every time she eats the mug...'

Vanisse snores loudly.

You bury your face in your palm with a sigh.

You say 'She eats..everything..'

Olyn says 'Eating a gnome usually sobers her up.'

A gnome scientist cringes in terror!

Olyn says 'I'm not sure if my grandkids take many baths.'

Olyn says 'Or if any are running around.'

Olyn says 'My boy had a few.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Cyprian scribbles further in a thin journal.

You say 'Did he have a name?'

You say 'That you care to share?'

Vanisse squirms in her sleep and flops over, dribbling slightly on the cushions.

Olyn says 'Well, we sent it away.'

Olyn says 'Those were dark times.'

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

You say 'Not worth remembering, I see.'

Olyn says 'Found his way back, of course.'

Olyn says 'He didn't know me until almost the end.'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You say 'Wayward son?'

You say 'Or...too many children forward grandchildren to keep track of..'

Olyn says 'Oh he was whatever the opposite of wayward is.'

You say 'That is..in front of the grandchildren in priority.'

You say 'Insipidly obedient.'

Olyn says 'I was surprised it took him so long to put it all together.'

You say 'A tub?'

The town clock tolls once as the day begins.

Olyn says 'His heritage. I'm not sure if they had a tub or not.'

Olyn says 'I'd wager they did.'

You say 'You really do have an interest in furniture and latrines.'

You say 'No matter what I say, it veers some way or another back to either.'

You say 'Which I certainly don't mind, really.'

You say 'I'd sooner you talk about what you want.'

You say 'Which...'

You sigh.

Olyn says 'Did you know he was a Justice?'

You say 'Your son?'

Olyn nods.

You shake your head.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You say 'I haven't even heard a name yet. Were you proud of his work?'

Olyn says 'He was too strict with his children, though.'

Olyn says 'I definitely met one of them.'

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

Cyprian scribbles, turns a page and resumes scribbling.

Olyn says 'She was wild and brash.'

You say 'Tomboy, then?'

Olyn says 'She was good with a bow.'

Olyn says 'She had a pet...what was it...'

Cyprian chortles to himself, nodding sagely.

Olyn says 'She loved that bird.'

You say 'A parrot?'

Olyn says 'I don't recall which kind. I'm not as passionate about fowl play as this one.'

Olyn peers intently at Vanisse.

You roll on the floor, laughing hysterically.

You say 'Great pun!'

Olyn says 'It wasn't a parrot. It was big.'

You say 'Roc?'

Olyn says 'Maybe'

You say 'Don't think she'd settle for anything smaller for a meal, among the living, anyway.'

You peer intently at Vanisse.

Vanisse snores loudly.

Vanisse snuffles and wakes up with a start.

Vanisse wakes and stands up.

Olyn says 'Maybe a gnomeburger.'

Vanisse peers around herself intently.

You say 'Might I ask your name so I know whom i-'
Olyn says 'Vikka!'

Vanisse says 'ooOoH! whheRE?'

You point at no one in particular.

You point at no one in particular.

Vanisse stares at the sky.

You point at a gnome scientist.

Vanisse pounces on a gnome scientist and sends him sprawling.
A gnome scientist says '...Right.'

A gnome scientist says 'No!!'

A gnome scientist walks south.

Vanisse yells 'diINnnEr!'
Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Vanisse flies south.

A Beer Garden
S-*-F | You step outside the Mocker's Tavern into a beer garden, filled
| | | with tables for its patrons to sit down on and chug back their
* *-F | drinks. A well-groomed carpet of grass blankets the ground
| | | | beneath your feet, and a six feet high wooden fence protects
* *-@ | the garden from the nosy intrusions of passersby on Main Street.
| There is a rather large white canopy sitting over your head,
| protecting the garden from the rain. Doors back into the tavern
| are to the north and west. To the east you spy a small window
| in the fence, just about big enough to wriggle through.
---------+

[Exits: north west window]
Vanisse the Myth Weaver is here.
A gnome scientist is here.


Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Vanisse's punch *** DEMOLISHES *** a gnome scientist!
A gnome scientist is DEAD!!
A gnome scientist's hand is ripped from his arm.

Vanisse gets the corpse of a gnome scientist.

Cyprian swipes the sofa plans that fell from a gnome scientists hands.

Vanisse eats the corpse of a gnome scientist.

Vanisse gets the hand of a gnome scientist.

Vanisse eats the hand of a gnome scientist.

Vanisse says 'NnoOoMmM nNnomm nomm...'

Cyprian manages only to recover the tear of the plans bare corner.

Vanisse says 'Yum.'

Cyprian drops the single shred.

Vanisse beams at herself, obviously pleased.

You sigh.

The sun slowly disappears in the west.

Vanisse says 'Oh! What did I miss?'

Vanisse says 'That ale was strong...'

You say 'It wasn't much a bartering tool anyway...'

You say 'Oh, you missed quite a bit.'

Vanisse says 'I did?!'

You say 'He was complimenting you all the while.'

Vanisse grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Cyprian nods sagely.

Vanisse says 'The one and only time...'

You say 'But guess what?'

Vanisse says 'He spiked my mug of ale.'

You say 'Remember how you mourned the loss to become drunk?'

Vanisse agrees absolutely.

You say 'He also did you THAT favor.'

You smile at her.

Vanisse says 'Apparently.'

Vanisse chortles mischieviously.

Vanisse rubs her forehead.

Vanisse says 'Some things about getting drunk I forgot.'

You say '..other than, he continued to rattle on about children and tubs and those children.'

Vanisse says 'Tubs with children?'

Vanisse flies north.
The room becomes dimmer.

You light the Light of Immortal Favor.

You nod.

The Eastern 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 to
S-*-F | 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. To the south you
*>*-F | can just make out the main stage.
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[Exits: south west up]
A sofa is here, broken under the weight of a god.
A makeshift stage has been set up for the performing mice.
Vanisse the Myth Weaver is here.
Olyn is sitting on a broken sofa.
A small deaf mouse wields Serin's tiniest violin.

Olyn says to noone in particular 'And that's exactly how it happened with Ulsa.'

Vanisse screams loudly!

Olyn says 'The end.'

Cyprian's jaw would hit the floor if it could.

Vanisse says 'Tell it again!'

Vanisse begs Olyn for a dime or two - or twenty!

You say 'I'd laugh so hard if I were uninvolved...'

Vanisse groans loudly.

Olyn says 'Oh you're dating someone?'

Cyprian blinks.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

You say 'No.'

You say 'Sorry to disappoint for now.'
Olyn says 'Be wary. They may try to control you.'

You say 'One already does.'

You snicker at your own evil thoughts.

Vanisse peers intently at Olyn.

Olyn says 'It's best to laugh when you want to laugh.'

Cyprian bobs a thumb toward the variably wisped one.

Vanisse says 'Cyprian wears a cheese on command.'

Vanisse says 'Can your knights do that?'

Vanisse throws back her head and cackles with insane glee!

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

You say 'It's good to hide behind journals if you're a pixie, when you're unsure where your dignity is gone, too.'

Olyn says 'I don't take pleasure in demeaning my Knights.'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Vanisse says 'Psshhh, dignity.'

Olyn says 'Now a good bath...'

Olyn says 'That is where it's at.'

You laugh at his joke.

Olyn says 'Would you two like a bath?'

You peer around yourself intently.

Vanisse says 'Are you asking for a threesome?'

Vanisse peers intently at Olyn.

Olyn says 'If that's what it's called these days.'

Vanisse boggles her eyes at you.

You say 'I stand by the Lady's decision. I'm not walking into that one.'

Cyprian scribbles decisively.

Vanisse says 'You're not going to give us that story without a bath aren't you.'
Olyn says 'Suit yourselves.'

Vikka the serving girl walks west.

Olyn says 'A story without a bath...'

Olyn says 'I'm sure I have one or two.'

Vanisse says 'Noooo'

Vanisse buries her face in her palm with a heavy sigh.

You say '..that almost doesn't work. The only alternative is a story in bed.'

You say '..I think the bath is ultimately, though certainly the safer bet.'

Vanisse flubbers uselessly.

You say 'I believe she means to say that she's willing for us to share a bath with you in return for information about that which you have made clear you have no interest in.'

You say 'Ulsa's predicament.'

Olyn says 'I already told that story.'

Cyprian drops his face into a thin journal.
Vanisse says 'Not when we were there to hear it!'

Olyn says 'Off taking baths without me!'

Olyn says 'Bah!'

Vanisse says 'I wasn't taking a bath. I was eating a gnomeburger.'

Cyprian lifts his head fromt the thin journal.

Cyprian resumes scribbling.

Cyprian turns a page.

Olyn has created a vanilla milkshake!

Olyn has created a vanilla milkshake!

Olyn has created a vanilla milkshake!

Olyn gives a vanilla milkshake to Vanisse.

Olyn gives you a vanilla milkshake.

Vanisse peers intently at Olyn.

Vanisse sniffs around a vanilla milkshake curiously.

You say 'It'd be so much more evenly-leveled if I were given it to know which Lord thi-'

Rimath the trader auctions 'Talryn has auctioned a silver wide brimmed bodyarmor for 30 minutes, minimum bid 10000 coins.'

Rimath the trader auctions 'Talryn has auctioned a signet ring of Sarich for 30 minutes, minimum bid 3000 coins.'

Cyprian lifts a vanilla milkshake to the light in the room.

Vanisse says 'Am I going to get "drunk" again if I eat this?'

Olyn says 'Back to sofas again?'

Olyn says to Vanisse 'I think he's obsessed.'

Vanisse boggles at the concept.

You peer around yourself intently.

Vanisse says 'I've completely lost the plot.'

Vanisse throws her hands in the air defeatedly.

Olyn shifts his weight in an attempt to even out the broken sofa.

You say 'Actually, I think the milkshake is your answer.'

Vanisse sighs.

Vanisse eats a vanilla milkshake.

Olyn eats a vanilla milkshake.

Vanisse waits for enlightenment to strike.

You say 'Wishful thinking.'

Vanisse snaps her fingers.

You say to Vanisse 'This one is slippery.'

Vanisse nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

You say 'Just like the sea, I'd say.'

Vanisse says 'And his beard.'

You say 'Cresting at whim. Offering water, yet promising salt to defeat the purpose of consumption.'

You say 'Just in the manner we just missed the information we'd nearly give anything for.'

You say 'WAIT!'

Vanisse says 'Nearly.'

You say 'A beard...salty..'

You say '..Seasoned with vague stories.'

You say 'Lord Olyn, then?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Olyn says 'What?'

Olyn says 'Sorry I was lost in memories.'

You say 'You were just telling use how you wanted another cigar.'

A vanilla milkshake decomposes.

You say 'Memories can take over like that..'

You say 'NO! The milkshake!'

Olyn says 'That last one was a little off.'

Olyn says 'Not a bad milkshake.'

Olyn says 'I'm surprised Griff hasn't realized I know how to dip into his stash.'

Olyn says 'Do you want another?'

You say 'I'm surprised how you so deftly avoid the initial matter at hand...'

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Olyn has created a vanilla milkshake!

Olyn has created a vanilla milkshake!

Olyn has created a vanilla milkshake!

Vanisse says '"Stash"?'

You say 'Yes, please. I'll take one.'

Vanisse says 'What is in this...'

Vanisse peers intently at Olyn.

Olyn says 'His milkshake stash.'

Olyn gives you a vanilla milkshake.

You eat a vanilla milkshake.

Olyn gives a vanilla milkshake to Vanisse.

Vanisse says 'Mm.'

Olyn eats a vanilla milkshake.

Vanisse fake eats a vanilla milkshake.

You say 'You're a difficult one to barter with....'
Vanisse puts a vanilla milkshake in a sling pouch.

Cyprian whistles innocently.

The town clock tolls once as the day begins.

You say 'Goodness, Vanisse did you even taste that?'

You peer intently at Vanisse.

Vanisse says 'It was delicious.'

Vanisse peers at you intently.

A dwarven city guard yells 'Justice will come to you, Guruush!!'

Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

Talryn flies in.

Talryn looks at you.

Majestic golden feathered wings spread out from a slender man's shoulder
blades. Their wingspan is roughly ten feet, nearly double his height.
Every so often a discharge of electricity darts along a wing ending in a
sizzling puff of smoke at the end of it's course. While he is slender in
build it would seem he is no stranger to combat, many jagged scars cover his
body and his graceful hands are callused and worn. The sun beaten skin of
his face is tanned a rich bronze, nearly matching the silky sun streaked
dirty blonde hair that spills to his shoulders. A series of lightning bolts
are intricately etched into the skin of both his forearms in a vibrant
golden yellow that seems to glow like real lightning.
He has led a sheltered life.
Talryn looks pretty hurt.

Talryn is using:
<STUFF>

Talryn smiles happily.

Talryn stops wielding the staff of storms.

Talryn gives you the staff of storms.

Talryn flies up.

Vanisse peers around herself intently.

You say '..out before I could say anything..'

You scan up.

Vanisse says 'Tada! a stick!'

Olyn says 'Is that mine?'

You say 'Kind of like someone else's influential leads.'

You say to Olyn 'Is what yours?'

Olyn says 'Nevermind. I thought it was mine.'

You say '...'

You say 'I'm as lost as Vanisse about now..'

Vanisse says to you 'He's the God of Storms.'

Olyn says 'No matter, I can bring a mighty storm without it.'

Olyn says 'Watch this...'

You say 'Without WHAT?!'

Cyprian watches intently.

Olyn starts waving his hands around, as clouds begin to gather inside the tavern.

Vanisse says 'No! The upholstery!!'

Vanisse runs around taking down the curtains.

Olyn peers intently at Vanisse.

Vanisse says 'Vikka!'

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Olyn says 'You're no fun.'

You peer around yourself intently.

Vikka the serving girl walks south.

Olyn dismisses the clouds with a gesture.

Vanisse glares at Olyn.

Vanisse says 'Take the storm outside!'