East of Market Square
S-+-S | You are east of Market Square. A marvellous fountain has
| | been erected here in the middle of the city of Seringale,
*-+-* * +| ever flowing with clear with clear drinkable water. Unfortunately
| | | || it is ringed by a spiked iron fence. The road is well worn
+ @-+-+| from the traffic constantly passing over it. A path leads
| | | || north and south around the fountain, while the common road
*-+-* * *| continues to the east.
| |
S-+-* |
---------+

[Exits: north east south]
Moerou flies in.

Moerou says 'So...'

You say 'I'll meet you in the tavern. I'm going to go over a missive.'

Moerou says 'Soo hungryyyyy.'

You say 'Hm?'

Moerou faints.

A stack of pancakes suddenly appears.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

A stack of pancakes suddenly appears.

A stack of pancakes suddenly appears.

Moerou sniffs the air and drools all over.

Moerou licks her mouth and smiles.

You smile happily.

Moerou says 'Is that..?'

You chuckle politely.

You say 'Oh yes.'

You say 'Pancakes slathered in syrup.'

Moerou drags her lifeless body over to a pile of heavenly pancakes.

You say 'With Vanisse-shaped, melted spots of butter.'

You say 'On top.'

It starts to rain.

Moerou says 'Uuuugh... must... have...'

Moerou says 'Pan...'

Moerou faints.

You say 'Have them all.'

You peer intently at Moerou.

You say '..?'

You say '..oh, you weren't acting.'

You say '...I'd have caught you otherwise.'

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Cyprian walks over to Moerou's body.

You invert a barrel, spilling water all over the ground.

Moerou suddenly jolts up and tries to grab ALL the pancakes.. to devour them before you can say anything!

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Water and pancakes. Breakfast of Moerou.'

Moerou claws at the pancakes but cannot reach any of it.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You get a stack of pancakes.
You get a stack of pancakes.
You get a stack of pancakes.

Moerou has her hands full.

Moerou has her hands full.

Moerou yells 'PANCAKES!'

You say 'You need to sell your things, first.'

Moerou screams loudly!

Moerou drops a chieftain's sceptre.

You say '..hm. Is this lighter?'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

A fresh garden salad suddenly appears.

Moerou spits in utter disgust!

Moerou says 'Ugh.'

You smirk.

Moerou says 'No vegetables!'

You say 'Reminds me of somebody.'

Moerou yells 'PANCAKES!'

You give a stack of pancakes to Moerou.

Moerou has her hands full.

Moerou has her hands full.

Moerou eats a stack of pancakes.

You give a stack of pancakes to Moerou.

Moerou licks her mouth and smiles.

Moerou has her hands full.

Moerou says 'Mmm!'

You say 'Almost as easy to please.'

Moerou says 'Delicious delicious pancakes.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Cyprian points up.

Moerou says 'Sorry you were saying?'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'I call for them, she makes them and throws them down.'

You say 'That's all I was saying.'

Moerou says 'Vanisse?'

You say 'She bakes.'

You nod.

Moerou says 'Oh my.'

Moerou says 'I should worship her for confectionary.'

Moerou finds herself the most agreeable being alive.

You say 'That salad though...I think...that's just scrap from Lady Vevier's hallowed lawn or something.'

You say '..Rake, toss.'

Moerou says 'Uuurgh.'

Moerou says 'That is why I HATE vegetables.'

You say 'Mystery greens.'

Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.


====<T R A V E L>===


Outside Mocker's Tavern
+-+-+-+-+| Owned by a cooperative consisting of the Heralds and
| || the Bards' Guild, Mocker's Tavern is by far the most
S-+ F| popular place to be when the sun goes down. There is
| | always a small group of people hovering about the entrance
+-@-+-F| like flies on a corpse. The tavern, from the outside,
| | seems dull with no vivid colors or images, just a schedule
S-+-S| of performers hanging close to a small wooden door. Gentle
| | music softly emanates from the semi-opened door long
*-+-*| with mirthful laughter and general happiness. Going east
---------+ leads you back to the Main Street. To the west is the
Mocker's Tavern.

[Exits: east west]
A dwarven city guard of seringale stands watch here.
(White Aura) Istina the usher sits here nursing a bottle of wine.
Moerou flies in.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Wait here while I see to something, can you?'

Moerou sits down and rests.


===<T R A V E L>===


The Infirmary
| This room is quite obviously where the sick and needy
| are brought for the attention of the Healers, since the
| walls are lined with beds and cots and are filled with
| the injured and diseased. Soft cries and moans are sometimes
@-G | punctuated by a shrill shriek of joy, as a patient discovers
| | they have been fully restored, often brought back from
+ | the brink of death by the skilled practitioners that
| | wander the room tending them. The entire infirmary is
+-+-+-+| sheathed in polished white marble, and the normal sickly
---------+ smell and aura that is associated with a place where
the sick are gathered is strangely absent here, and instead is replaced by
a supreme aura of peace and tranquility. The guild hall can be reached to the
east.

[Exits: east]
(Pink Aura) A teary-eyed, scrawny little man wanders around moaning.
A poor sick patient is lying here suffering.
(White Aura) Korvoduin the healer guildmaster is here teaching the young priests.

You tell Moerou 'Change of plans. I'll read it when I get to you.'


=====<T R A V E L>=====


Beside a large bar
S-*-F | You are by the bar of this inn. There is a lengthy polished
| | | oak counter against one side of the room. A rack above it
* *-* | is laden with various pitchers and glasses, and behind the
| | | | bar is a giant keg of some dark ale. A bartender is here
F>@-o | to serve drinks to all patrons of the inn. To the north
| is the entrance to the stage, and to the east you see a
| fancy-looking dining room. There is a bin for returning
| used mugs and glasses to the west. A sign on the wall
| depicts the winning hands of Whirlwind Poker.
---------+

[Exits: north east]
A tankard shaped like a lady beggar displays a bosom slot for tips.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A polished bar is here, with a row of brass taps at one end of it.
Soft velvet cloth has been draped over this mahogany table.
Jaloro the half-elf mans the poker table in colourful clothes.

Moerou tells you 'Read what?'

You tell Moerou 'The scroll you thought was something dirty.'

Moerou flies in.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You tell Moerou 'I was going to read it in the guild...then I ended up dreaming in a nap of sorts.'

Moerou says 'Yes I noticed.'

You snort derisively.

You say 'Like you've never napped.'

Moerou gets a juice box from a polished bar.

You say 'Have a seat, by all means.'

Cyprian gestures toward a bar stool.
Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou sits down at a polished bar.

Moerou smiles happily.

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

A barrel is filled with water.

You drink water from a barrel.

You sit down at a polished bar.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'Why water when you can have juice?'

You say 'You could call it a habit.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'I'm not often in one place for any long period of time...'

Moerou snaps her fingers at you for attention.

You say '..so just drinking what I can create suits a number of ...'

Cyprian mutters lower as he reads.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou gets a juice box from a polished bar.

Cyprian's eye glances toward Moerou instinctively.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Cyprian turns his attention back to the scroll.

Moerou says 'Yes?'

You say 'Nothing. I'm probably misreading body language.'

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

Moerou says 'Mmmm apple juice is like the dew of heaven!'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'What body language did you misread?'

Moerou looks at herself.

Moerou peers at herself, crossing her eyes in the process.

Cyprian rolls up a scroll and puts it back in a leather backpack.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'If you haven't a clue, it wasn't there.'

Moerou says 'You read a lot, don't you?'

You say 'And therefore, a figment.'

Moerou snuggles up to you.

You pat Moerou on her head.

Moerou says 'What were you reading?'

You say 'It had to do with some literary business.'

You say 'Constructive criticisms.'

Moerou snuggles up to you, pressing her soft ample bosom against your hand.

You say 'And other things I ca-'

Moerou says 'Awww.'

Moerou says 'I see!'

Cyprian looks away at a nearby juice box.

Moerou bonks herself and grimaces in pain.

Moerou says 'Huh?'

Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

Moerou says 'What happened?'

Cyprian taps a finger on a polished bar table.

Moerou peers at you intently.

Moerou says 'You alright?'

Moerou says 'You just turned awfully silent.'

Moerou says 'Did the criticism go too far?'

You say '..honestly. Trying to remember what I was about to say.'

Moerou says 'People can say some really nasty things. I've heard them all.'

Moerou finds herself the most agreeable being alive.

Cyprian gets up abruptly, without letting you altogether fall on your face into a bar stool.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'Oh my.'

Moerou says 'Don't move all of a sudden!'

You say 'Tell me...'

Moerou says 'I almost fell on my face!'

You say 'I wouldn't have allowed that.'

You chuckle politely.

You say 'You'd have been alright.'

Moerou says 'Awww you're sweet like this box of juice aren't you?'

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

Moerou looks at you.

You say 'I wouldn't put it that way...'

You say 'I just have some things I used to do regularly.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Like, get out of a tempting situation.'

Moerou says 'Tempting?'

You say 'Without ruining the mood of a given company of tavern goers.'

You raise your eyebrow at Moerou.

You say 'Are you really oblivious..?'

Moerou says 'Like setting everyone on fire when they call you a monster? That is very tempting indeed!'

Moerou says 'Oh no, I know when everyone looks at me like I'm a monster.'

Cyprian tilts his head to the side, thumbing his chin.

Moerou says 'But I try to ignore them.'

You say 'You really were oblivious, then.'

Moerou says 'Even though I'd really love to torch their clothes off.'

Moerou says 'Like I said.. I wasn't!'

Cyprian sits back down on that bar stool.

Moerou stomps the ground hard, jiggling her ample bosom.

You say 'Not so difficult now, knowing better what your mind is on.'

You say 'Which brings me back to asking...'
Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

Moerou says 'It's definitely on FIRE.'

You laugh at her joke.

You say 'How old are you.'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

Moerou looks at herself.

Moerou says 'How old do you think I should be?'

You say 'I think you should be the age you know yourself to be.'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'I wonder how many you've caught with that one.'

You ponder the question.

Moerou winks suggestively at you.

You shake your head.

Moerou says 'Keep guessing then.'

Heh.

Moerou says 'I was born after the war in Solace.'

You say 'I have to say you certainly look like you're five hundred.'

Moerou winks suggestively at you.

Moerou says 'I'll take that as a compliment.'

You say '..you aren't upset...well.'

You say '..we can toss that age-unearthing strategy.'

Moerou says '500 is.. according to draconian age rather young.'

<HERALD> Odile the Crier: 'The winds welcome your return, Grewin the Sage of Arcane Power.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'What is vanisse doing at the temple of darkness?'

Moerou whispers in your ear 'Is she secretly a dark god?'

You mull over the idea at hand, asking for patience.


===<The Lag Monster Strikes>====


Grewin walks in.

Grewin pounces on you and >>> TAGS <<< you! You're IT!

Moerou looks at Grewin.

Grewin walks north.
You say 'Give me a moment. My mind is blurring.'

You say '..not before I could slap him, though.'
Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Grewin..please indulge this one...while I get my mind in order.'

Beside a large bar
S-*-F | You are by the bar of this inn. There is a lengthy polished
| | | oak counter against one side of the room. A rack above it
F *-* | is laden with various pitchers and glasses, and behind the
| | | | bar is a giant keg of some dark ale. A bartender is here
*>@-o | to serve drinks to all patrons of the inn. To the north
| is the entrance to the stage, and to the east you see a
| fancy-looking dining room. There is a bin for returning
| used mugs and glasses to the west. A sign on the wall
| depicts the winning hands of Whirlwind Poker.
---------+

[Exits: north east]
A tankard shaped like a lady beggar displays a bosom slot for tips.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A polished bar is here, with a row of brass taps at one end of it.
Soft velvet cloth has been draped over this mahogany table.
Moerou is sitting at a polished bar sitting cross-legged sipping on a box of apple juice, looking rather seductive.
Jaloro the half-elf mans the poker table in colourful clothes.

<HERALD> (Chronicler) Grewin: 'Vanisse started it.'

You grumble distractedly.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say '..he left.'
Moerou says 'He isn't ere.'

Moerou giggles.

You say 'Sorry about this...'

Moerou stands up.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Cyprian pinches his temples and shuts his eyes.

You say 'Shouldn't be too long..'

Moerou says 'You need to eat something.'

<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Cyprian: 'Grewin, entertain this woman while I straighten out my head.'

Moerou gives you a stack of pancakes.

You eat a stack of pancakes.
You are full.

Moerou says 'Here! Divine Pancakes!'

Moerou comforts you.

<HERALD> (Chronicler) Grewin: 'Your not tricking me again!'

Moerou will be right back!

Moerou flies north.

<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Cyprian: 'I owe you.'

<HERALD> Vanisse: 'GNOMES'

<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Cyprian: 'I take that back. I owe you nothing. You thought I was tricking you.'

<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Cyprian: 'I owe you Vanisse. You earn what you really don't have to 'earn,' by default and then some.'

<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Cyprian: 'You can still borrow the conch, though.'



===<Lag Monster Stops Striking>===


You stand up.

You say '...there are only a few things I hate more..'

<HERALD> Vanisse: 'POOOOOOOT'

You say '..than showing up any woman. Involved or not.'

<HERALD> (Chronicler) Grewin: 'Hey you are the one that ruined that trust!'

You say '..gives them a bit of leverage I may never hear the end of.'

<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Cyprian: 'I'll hack it out with you later. I have a misstep to correct.'


====<T R A V E L>=====



North Square
B-+-* | You are at the North Square of Seringale. It is peaceful
| | | and quiet here. The square is a large opening space surrounded
S-+ *-o| by grand buildings made by fanciful stonework. You see
| | the Main Street to the north and the south and the North
+-+-@-+-+| Road to the east and the west. A small tuft of grass
| | || pokes up defiantly in the middle of the square. A set
S-+ F +| of dents shaped curiously like one's rear end has been
| || well-worn into the paving stones here.
+-S-+-F +|
---------+

[Exits: north east south west]
A brass finger post stands here.
The Herald Bulletin Board gleams majestically in the middle of the square.
Auhror is resting here.
Moerou the Student of Air is here.

Moerou looks at you.

You wave at Auhror.

Moerou says 'Hey Cyprian!'

You nod at Moerou.

Moerou says 'He has the same wings as I do!'

Moerou points excitedly at Auhror!

You say 'He does.'

You smile happily.

You say 'Are you two getting along well enough, then?'

Moerou says 'But he says he isn't the same as me though, He's a gargoyle.'

You peer intently at Auhror.

You peer intently at Moerou.

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You shake your head.

You say 'He's right. He's not.'

You say 'The wings are similar though.'

You peer intently at Moerou.

Auhror stands up.
Moerou finds herself the most agreeable being alive.

You peer intently at Auhror.

You give a large conch to Grewin.

Auhror looks at you.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou claps at Auhror's performance.

Grewin holds a large conch in his hand.

Grewin blows mightily into a large conch.
POOOOOOOOOT!

You say to Auhror 'How has the watch been?'

Moerou says 'You can make more of yourself?'

North Square
B-+-* | You are at the North Square of Seringale. It is peaceful
| | | and quiet here. The square is a large opening space surrounded
S-+ *-o| by grand buildings made by fanciful stonework. You see
| | the Main Street to the north and the south and the North
+-+-@-+-+| Road to the east and the west. A small tuft of grass
| | || pokes up defiantly in the middle of the square. A set
S-+ F +| of dents shaped curiously like one's rear end has been
| || well-worn into the paving stones here.
+-S-+-F +|
---------+

[Exits: north east south west]
A brass finger post stands here.
The Herald Bulletin Board gleams majestically in the middle of the square.
Auhror is resting here.
Auhror is resting here.
Auhror is resting here.
Auhror is resting here.
(Invis) (White Aura) Grewin the Sage of Arcane Power is here.
Moerou the Student of Air is here.

Grewin blows mightily into a large conch.
POOOOOOOOOT!

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You get a shiny set of brass cymbals from a leather backpack.

You wield a shiny set of brass cymbals.

Grewin stops holding a large conch in his hand.

Grewin wears the platinum spiked shield as a shield.

Cyprian looks at one cymbal...then the other.

Grewin gives you a large conch.

You clash the cymbals together gleefully.

Grewin chuckles politely.

You say '..quitter.'

You peer intently at Grewin.

You clash the cymbals together gleefully.

You say '...lonely cymbals.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Oh well. Timing. Always timing.'

You stop wielding a shiny set of brass cymbals.

Moerou looks at Auhror.

Auhror's skin returns to normal.

Moerou pokes Auhror in the ribs.

Moerou says 'He's really hard.'

You say 'It's daylight.'

Auhror stands up.

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

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

You say 'Gargoyles turn to stone as the sun rises.'

Auhror utters the words, 'ghaiz gtui'.
Auhror's skin turns to stone.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Auhror sits down and rests.

Moerou says 'Oh wow.'

Moerou says 'He really did!'

You snicker softly.

Auhror growls with a stony tone 'I guess some do...'

Auhror stands up.

Moerou says 'He can turn to stone and STILL MOVE.'

Cyprian takes a fold of his robe and wipes the mouthpiece of a large conch.

You say 'Imagine that.'

You say 'Explain THAT one.'

Moerou says 'Cyprian.'

You say 'Have fun doing so.'

You wave.

The Main Street
S-+ | You are on the Main Street of Seringale. It is a very wide
| | street with lots of space to both sides. There are a significant
+-+-+-+-+| number of people rushing from one place to another, minding
| | || their own business. You see the bustling North Square to
S-@ F +| the north, as the Main street continues to the south. A
| || flurry of activity emanates from a tidy little shop to
+-S-+-F +| the west. A small pile of breadcrumbs lies in the center
| | of the street for some mundane reason.
S-+-S |
---------+

[Exits: north south west]
A filthy beggar is here asking for your spare gold.
A filthy beggar is here asking for your spare gold.
Moerou flies in.
A beggar walks south.

Moerou says 'Please wash that conch.'

The Main Street
+-+-+-+-+| You are on the Main Street of Seringale. It is a wide street
| | || with lots of space to both sides. There are tons of people
S-+ F +| rushing from one place to another, minding their own business.
| || You see a shop with a sign of a map to the east and the
+-S-@-F +| Mocker's Tavern to the west. Main Street continues to the
| | north and south.
S-+-S |
| |
*-+-* |
---------+

[Exits: north east south west]
A filthy beggar is here asking for your spare gold.
Moerou flies in.

You tell Moerou 'Absolutely.'

Outside Mocker's Tavern
+-+-+-+-+| Owned by a cooperative consisting of the Heralds and
| || the Bards' Guild, Mocker's Tavern is by far the most
S-+ F| popular place to be when the sun goes down. There is
| | always a small group of people hovering about the entrance
+-@-+-F| like flies on a corpse. The tavern, from the outside,
| | seems dull with no vivid colors or images, just a schedule
S-+-S| of performers hanging close to a small wooden door. Gentle
| | music softly emanates from the semi-opened door long
*-+-*| with mirthful laughter and general happiness. Going east
---------+ leads you back to the Main Street. To the west is the
Mocker's Tavern.

[Exits: east west]
An avian city guard of Seringale stands watch here.
(White Aura) Istina the usher sits here nursing a bottle of wine.
Moerou flies in.

Istina the usher sips at his wine.
A Cloakroom
+-+-+| Just inside the entryway of the Mockers Tavern, this
|| room is where all of the tavern visitors hang their cloaks
S-+| and overcoats while enjoying the warmth of the cozy tavern
|| fire. The occasional thieving pickpocket can be seen
@-S-+| shuffling through the pockets of loose coats and cloaks,
|| hoping to find a trinket or two left behind by a forgetful
S-+| patron. The floor is covered with puddles of water from
|| some of the dripping wet cloaks.
*-+|
---------+

[Exits: east down]
Moerou flies in.

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
*>*-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.
Vikka, the serving girl of the tavern, stands waiting for a customer.
A small deaf mouse wields Serin's tiniest violin.
Moerou flies in.

Moerou looks at a small deaf mouse.

You say '..oh. I'm sorry. I took you away from your gazing-stock.'

You roll on the floor, laughing hysterically.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You shake your head.

Moerou says 'Oh no, I don't really enjoy stone watching.'

You say '..I wondered...'

Moerou says 'They are dull and dense.'

You peer intently at Moerou.

You say 'Well, he's not dull. He just has a narrow focus.'

You say 'Curt though, to a fault.'

You say 'In my experience.'

You say 'Then again.'

Beside a large bar
S-*-F | You are by the bar of this inn. There is a lengthy polished
| | | oak counter against one side of the room. A rack above it
* *-* | is laden with various pitchers and glasses, and behind the
| | | | bar is a giant keg of some dark ale. A bartender is here
*>@-F | to serve drinks to all patrons of the inn. To the north
| is the entrance to the stage, and to the east you see a
| fancy-looking dining room. There is a bin for returning
| used mugs and glasses to the west. A sign on the wall
| depicts the winning hands of Whirlwind Poker.
---------+

[Exits: north east]
A tankard shaped like a lady beggar displays a bosom slot for tips.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A polished bar is here, with a row of brass taps at one end of it.
Soft velvet cloth has been draped over this mahogany table.
Vanisse the Myth Weaver is here.
Goddrik the Brute is here.
Jaloro the half-elf mans the poker table in colourful clothes.
Moerou flies in.

Moerou says 'He's not much of a talker either.'

You say 'Anyone compared to me might be called 'curt.''

Moerou says 'Oh hello Goddrik!'

Vanisse snickers softly.

Moerou looks at Goddrik.

Moerou says 'I see you have your things now.'

Goddrik says 'Hello.'

Moerou slaps Goddrik on the back on a job well done.

You nod at Goddrik.

Goddrik says 'Yeah... it was odd.'

Moerou sits down at a polished bar.

Moerou gets a juice box from a polished bar.

You say to Goddrik 'I had worried your mind had slipped for good.'

Moerou gives a juice box to Goddrik.

Moerou says 'You should try this dew of heaven!'

Goddrik says 'I was pretty sure I died, but I woke up in a temple.'

Moerou gets a juice box from a polished bar.

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

Goddrik drinks apple juice from a juice box.

<HERALD> Vanisse gossips: 'Who wants a gnome sandwich?'

Moerou drops a juice box.

<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Cyprian: 'You do.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'Is it any good?'

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

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Vanisse scoffs at the idea being presented.

You buy a greasy gnomeburger.

Goddrik says 'I could use some food.'

Vanisse says 'What a question!'

You give a greasy gnomeburger to Vanisse.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Vanisse gives a greasy gnomeburger to Goddrik.

Moerou says 'Better than those disgusting looking hamburgers I guess?'

You smirk.

Vanisse utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'.
A delicious sandwich suddenly appears.

Goddrik plays a horrible screechy noise on an extraordinarily tiny violin.

Cyprian laughs quietly.

Moerou gets a delicious sandwich.

Vanisse falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

Moerou stands up.

Goddrik chuckles politely.

You sit down at a polished bar.

Goddrik plays a horrible screechy noise on an extraordinarily tiny violin.

Moerou says 'It is made of... food.'

Vanisse agrees absolutely.

Moerou says 'Stop it Goddrik!'

Goddrik says 'I am trying to Practice.'

Goddrik looks angrily.

Vanisse says 'Only Bards can play it with skill.'

Moerou covers her ears and stares daggers at Goddrik

Goddrik says 'I am saddened by that.'

Goddrik plays a horrible screechy noise on an extraordinarily tiny violin.

Moerou growls.

Vikka the serving girl walks east.

Goddrik says 'But not discouraged.'

Vanisse has created a small violin adorned with rubies!

Jaloro checks the wooden bin for used glasses.

Vanisse chortles mischieviously.

Cyprian swivels around and leans backward against a polished bar table.

Vanisse stops holding a large conch in her hand.
Vanisse wields a small violin adorned with rubies.

Vanisse plays a sprightly piece on a small violin adorned with rubies, tapping her foot to the beat.
You feel a bit happier.

Cyprian watches Vanisse perform.

Vanisse prepares to sing 'Intoxify My Mind'.
Vanisse sings 'I love to drink, drink, drink,'
Vanisse sings 'Schnapples and bananas!'
You feel more light-headed.

Vanisse peers around herself intently.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Vanisse bows deeply.

Moerou sits down at a polished bar.

Moerou stands up.

Vanisse gives a large conch to Goddrik.

Vanisse says 'But you can play that easily.'

Vanisse says 'I'll leave you bunch to have some fun, I've a few matters to attend to.'

Vanisse waves happily.
You are sober.

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

Goddrik says 'Alright.'

You say 'She's right.'

You say 'Even I can.'

Goddrik says 'So, how is everyone?'

You say 'Myself. I'm contemplative.'

Moerou plops her bottom on a bar stool and leans back, crossing her legs and sitting seductively.

You say 'Relieved you've returned, though. Mostly.'

Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

You say 'But I was in the middle of asking Moerou about herself.'

Goddrik says 'Where is Moerou, speaking of her?'

You point at Moerou.

You snicker softly.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'He just said you were easy to miss.'

You nudge her.

Goddrik approaches Moerou.

You nudge her.

Goddrik says 'Hey, friend.'

Moerou sighs.

Goddrik chuckles politely.

You say to Moerou 'Kidding.'

Moerou stops following you.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You hold a large conch in your hand.

Moerou doesn't seem to notice a thing as she blissfully sips on apple juice.

You blow mightily into a large conch.
POOOOOOOOOT!

You say 'I guess apple juice is her life, for now.'

Moerou gets a juice box from a polished bar.

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

You say 'Alright then.'

You say 'How about you?'

You say 'Oh, you were given a violin!'

You whistle appreciatively.

You stand up.

You say 'So quiet it's almost as though I said something off.'

You peer intently at Moerou.

You peer intently at Goddrik.

You peer intently at Moerou.

Moerou jolts up from the bar stool all of a sudden, tossing the juice box and all its contents on the floor!

You peer intently at Goddrik.

Moerou drops a juice box.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou flies north.

Moerou flies in.

Cyprian startles.
Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say '..What was that all about?!'

Moerou says 'Oopsie.'

Goddrik has lost his link.
Goddrik has reconnected.

Moerou says 'I forgot.'

You say '..."Oopsie?"'

You say 'What'd you forget?'

You peer around yourself intently.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Cyprian looks at the mess on the floor.

Goddrik says 'So, how long have I been gone?'

Goddrik looks at a large conch.

Vikka the serving girl walks in.

Goddrik stops wielding an extraordinarily tiny violin.
Goddrik holds a large conch in his hand.

Goddrik blows mightily into a large conch.
POOOOOOOOOT!
You say 'Not long at all. You only missed being spilt on my a smidgeon.'

Moerou proceeds to burn off all that mess she made.

You peer intently at Moerou.

Moerou sacrifices a juice box to The Overlord.

Moerou smiles happily.

Moerou says 'There.'

You stop holding a large conch in your hand.

Moerou says 'Fire can take care of everything.'

You put a large conch in a leather backpack.

Goddrik blows mightily into a large conch.
POOOOOOOOOT!

You clap at Goddrik's actions.

You say 'Show us how its done!'

Moerou says 'Have you washed it already?'

You nod.

Goddrik says 'I wish I could learn to play Violin.'

You say 'He has his own, mine was cleaned though.'

You say '..well...'

Moerou says 'No, I saw his conch and remembered not seeing you wash yours.'

Moerou glares icily at you.

You say '..alright.'

You say 'Oh no, I washed mine.'

You peer intently at Goddrik.

You say '.I'm a little rusty..'

Moerou summons forth a small orb of fire over her clawed hands 'Would you like me to clean it with fire instead?'

You say 'But I could show you the basis with which you should play a violin.'

Goddrik says 'So, what is happening currently?'

You say 'Or we could speak about that.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You nod.

You say 'Speaking of!'

Cyprian raises a finger in the air.

You say 'Selling Mystiques for the violin-imparied!'

You say 'Would you like a copy?'

Goddrik says 'How much?'

You say 'That will give you all the information you need to know.'

Goddrik says 'How much is it?'

You say 'One thousand gold. Always in-print. Never out of stock. Compliments of the ether.'
Moerou gets a juice box from a polished bar.

Goddrik says 'I am too poor.'

Goddrik chuckles politely.

You say 'Not to worry!'

You beam delightedly!

Moerou gives you 1000 gold.

You say 'I just happen to know you've a-'

You say '..or this lovely lady can steal my thunder and sponsor a copy for you.'

Goddrik says 'I am a what?'
Moerou says 'I'll pay for your copy Goddrick.'

Goddrik says 'Thank you Moerou.'

Cyprian pats Moerou on the back RATHER hard.

Moerou winks at Goddrik.

Moerou says 'Hey!'

Moerou says 'That hurt!'

Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

Moerou winces in agony.

Moerou says 'What?'

Moerou says 'I'm rich now.'

Moerou struts proudly.

You say 'I won't be but several hundred steps away from getting you a shiny new copy, straight from our press!'

Hope to see you soon!


======<T R A V E L>======

Beside a large bar
S-*-F | You are by the bar of this inn. There is a lengthy polished
| | | oak counter against one side of the room. A rack above it
* *-* | is laden with various pitchers and glasses, and behind the
| | | | bar is a giant keg of some dark ale. A bartender is here
*>@-o | to serve drinks to all patrons of the inn. To the north
| is the entrance to the stage, and to the east you see a
| fancy-looking dining room. There is a bin for returning
| used mugs and glasses to the west. A sign on the wall
| depicts the winning hands of Whirlwind Poker.
---------+

[Exits: north east]
A tankard shaped like a lady beggar displays a bosom slot for tips.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A polished bar is here, with a row of brass taps at one end of it.
Soft velvet cloth has been draped over this mahogany table.
Moerou the Student of Air is here.
Goddrik the Brute is here.
Jaloro the half-elf mans the poker table in colourful clothes.

Moerou thinks out loud 'Well, he did help me earn it all...'

You give The Serin Mystique, Volume 12, Issue 3 to Goddrik.

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

Moerou says 'Oh.'

You put 1000 gold coins into the jar's bosom slot.

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You peer intently at Moerou.

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'Oh..you wanted a copy, too?'

Moerou says 'No.'

You put The Serin Mystique, Volume 12, Issue 3 in a leather backpack.

Moerou says 'I've read it already.'

You say 'Well!'

You sit down at a polished bar.

You say 'I had something witty to say.'

You say '..it left me.'

Moerou peers at you intently.

You drink local specialty from a shot of sticky pickled pixie juice.

Moerou drinks local specialty from a shot of sticky pickled pixie juice.

You put a shot of sticky pickled pixie juice in a wooden bin.

Moerou puts a shot of sticky pickled pixie juice in a wooden bin.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Alright. Old enough to drink. You still haven't said.'

Moerou gets a shot of sticky pickled pixie juice from a polished bar.

You say 'You toe around a lot of specifics.'

Moerou drinks local specialty from a shot of sticky pickled pixie juice.

Moerou drops a shot of sticky pickled pixie juice.
A shot of sticky pickled pixie juice shatters into fragments.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Which is fine. There are no rules in a tavern. Within reason.'

Moerou says 'hhuhHh?'

You say '..oh no.'

Moerou stumbles towards Cyprian in a drunken stupor.

Moerou says 'wHhahT dID yOoUh sSzaoy?'

Shattered pieces of a shot of sticky pickled pixie juice crumble into dust.

You say 'I said. How old are you?'

Moerou says 'iI'veh lOosT COUhnnnt! ii szsaiID iI Wass vboornn RighhHt aFtehr the wAr iIn ZszOlahcE ENndEd!'

You say 'Been around a while...'

Moerou collaspes onto the floor... out cold.

You bury your face in your palm with a sigh.

Cyprian kneels in front of Moerou.

Goddrik dances wildly before you!

Goddrik says 'So, how is all?'

Cyprian puts an ear to her chest.

You grumble distractedly.

Cyprian stands up.

Moerou snores loudly.

You say 'She should sleep it off. I'll douse her some other time.'

Goddrik says 'How do I read this?'

Goddrik blows mightily into a large conch.
POOOOOOOOOT!

Moerou snores loudly.

Goddrik stops holding a large conch in his hand.
Goddrik wields an extraordinarily tiny violin.

You say 'Well. First you'll READ the mystique.'

You say 'Those notes in the parentheses are what you look at to read a given title.'

You say 'Plenty of material to get you up-to-speed on what's been going on recently.'

You say 'Alright.'

Moerou sleeptalks in a drunken state 'No.. I'm not a monster... Please don't hurt me...'

You say 'Nap time's over.'

You invert a barrel, spilling water all over the ground.

You say '..unresponsive.'

Goddrik pokes Moerou in the ribs.

You say '..she must've gotten sloshed.'

Moerou sleeptalks in a drunken state 'No.... don't drown me.. please! I'm scared of the water! please!'

You sigh.

You stand up.

Moerou sleeptalks in a drunken state 'Let me go... let me go!'

Cyprian kneels down at Moerou's side.

Cyprian grasps her by the shoulders and attempts to shake her awake.

You say 'Wake up, you're dreaming!'

Moerou is lit ablaze as her agitation rises!

You say 'Whoa...whoa!'

Cyprian jumps up.

Moerou sleeptalks in a drunken state 'LET ME GO!'

You invert a barrel, spilling water all over the ground.

Goddrik says 'How do I sing a Poem?'

Moerou jolts awake as cold water douses out her flames.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'What..?'

Moerou says 'Why am I all wet?'

Moerou sighs.

You say 'You'd need to be bard to 'sing' sing Goddrik...but you can recite anything you want with a yell or exclamation.'

You say 'You wouldn't wake when I shook you, Moerou.'

You say 'You burst in flames, so I doused you.'

You grimace painfully at the thought.

Vikka the serving girl walks north.

Goddrik yells 'Live and Let Luck.'

You say '..what on Serin were you dreaming about?'

Goddrik chuckles politely.

You say to 'Oh, it looks like Goddrik is about to recite something.'

Moerou heats up as steam rises from her wet clothes clinging on tightly to her show her lean and slightly curvy body.

Cyprian blinks and his eyes move unequivocally toward Moerou.

You give an old, dusty druid's robe to Moerou.

You say 'Wear that until you've dried.'

Moerou stops focusing her powers as her clothes dry out.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'Oh thank you.'

You say '..or you can use heat.'

Moerou smiles at you.

Moerou says 'It's done already.'

You nod.

Moerou says 'You were saying?'

Goddrik says 'So, What shall we do, friends?'

You say 'No. More what was -he- saying.'

Moerou says 'Yes Cyprian?'

You say 'Sounded like you were about to sing.'

Moerou says 'I think pancakes sound good.'

Moerou licks her mouth and smiles.

A stack of pancakes suddenly appears.

Moerou gets a stack of pancakes.

Moerou eats a stack of pancakes.

Moerou licks her mouth and smiles.

Goddrik says 'Can we try Canibalism?'

You frown disapprovingly.

Moerou rubs her exposed tummy, satisfied with her meal.

Moerou gasps as she realizes what Goddrik did.

Moerou says 'Hmm..'

Goddrik says 'It twas a joke.'

Goddrik chuckles politely.

You say to Goddrik 'You're free to slay an evil thing and hope you hit it hard enough for brains or limbs to sever.'

Moerou says 'Things do drop body parts when you kill them sometimes.'

You say 'But..I can't call forth flesh and viscera. I'm afriad.'

Goddrik says 'I was only joking friends.'

You chuckle politely.

You say 'Mocker's Tavern material.'

Goddrik says 'I was not serious about canibalism.'

Goddrik chuckles politely.

Moerou says 'Cyprian, next time please don't splash water on me.'

You nod at Moerou.

Moerou says 'I don't.. really like it.'

Moerou says 'I don't fear it, just do not like it.'

Moerou says 'I promise.'

You say 'Promise me you'll respond to shaking last time..and I won't. Don't burst into flames, or I might have to smother you myself, if water is that much an issue.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say to 'Oh, it's no problem.'

Moerou says 'Did I ignite myself again?'

You nod.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'You did.'

You say 'Goddrik saw it.'

You point at Goddrik.

Goddrik says 'I did.'

Moerou says 'Did I, Goddrik?'

Goddrik says 'Well, you did.'

Moerou gasps in astonishment.

You say 'Which causes me a bit of concern.'

Goddrik says 'You kind of went in big red fire thing.'

Moerou says 'Are you... scared?'

Moerou says 'They called me a monster after I burnt down a house in my sleep.'

Moerou says 'Well, they call me monster for anything actually.'

Moerou laughs at herself. Hope you got the joke.

Goddrik says 'Not at all. I rarely fear anything.'

Goddrik chuckles politely.

Moerou says 'Aww.'

Moerou sits down at a polished bar.

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

Goddrik dances wildly before you!

Moerou looks at Goddrik.

You say 'You were born shortly after the Solace war ended.'

You say to 'You don't remember how old you are. Lost count.'

Moerou says 'Yes, and you are dying soon, if you do not drink.'

You are parched.

You say 'Left your family.'

You say 'And here we see you bursting in flames begging to be let go.'

You drink water from a barrel.
Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'Must be THAT dream again.'

You say 'I was thinking.'

Moerou pouts.

You say 'You are a mystery.'

You sit down at a polished bar.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'That much is certain.'

You say 'I'm sure Goddrik agrees.'

Moerou says 'That's a mystery?'

Moerou says 'Let me tell you what is a mystery.'

You nod at Moerou.

You say 'Please do.'

Moerou says 'Mother said she had never spoken to father.'

Moerou says 'All they had was one night together and she had me after a couple of months.'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

Moerou says 'What they did is the real mystery.'

Cyprian rests an elbow on a polished bar table, and rests a chin in its palm.

Moerou finds herself the most agreeable being alive.

You say 'Actually it isn't.'

Moerou gasps in astonishment.

You say 'It's sadly not unheard of.'

Moerou says 'You know what happened?!'

Moerou says 'How'd you know?'

You say 'I do. The question is...are you old enough to understand it.'

Moerou says 'Mother said no one knew.'

Goddrik says 'So, Everyone.. Where is the Alcohol?'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say to Goddrik 'Right here, good sir.'


====<Pull a bunch of draughts>=======


Moerou says 'Uugh.'

You say to Moerou 'So. Are you?'

Moerou says 'That juice.. is no juice at all.'


====<Dispense a bunch of apple juice>====


Moerou says 'Old enough to understand what?'

You say 'Where you came from. To start vaguely.'

Moerou says 'What do people do in one night to have a baby in a few months?'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'Solace.'

You say 'Alright.'

You say 'What put you in Solace.'

Moerou crosses her legs as she leans back and sits seductively.

Cyprian stares at a glass of pixie pickle juice.

Moerou says 'My birth. Mother was a a soldier in the war against the draconians.'

You say 'Not what I was getting at...but please continue.'

Moerou says 'I've never seen father.. but mother always blushed and gushed whenever he is mentioned.'

Cyprian nods sagely.

Cyprian taps a glass of pickled pixie juice softly on a polished bar table.

Moerou says 'She says "he is the most handsome being I've ever laid eyes upon!" all the time.'

Moerou says 'They met on the battlefield, clashing swords and flames.'

Cyprian purses his lips knowingly, tapping a glass of pickled pixie juice on a polished bar table again.

Moerou says 'And according to her, their hearts were set ablaze by the sight of each other as they fought.'

Cyprian continue to listen as he enslaves his eyes on a glass of pickled pixie juice.

Moerou says 'Each time they clashed, the fighting got more half-hearted.'

Moerou says 'Until one day they decided to elope to a cave where they spent one night.'

Moerou says 'Mother never told me what they did though.'

You say 'Well, that's where you came from. What they did in the cave.'

Moerou says 'And to make matters worse, she said they never spoke a word to each other either!'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say '..well, some are talkers. Some aren't.'

You shrug.

You say 'Or did you mean after that?'

Moerou says 'Well, when the sun came up again.'

You say 'Answers my question.'

You nod.

You say 'What happened after the sun came up?'

Moerou says 'They kissed and left each other, never looking back because they might get each other killed for falling in love with their enemies.'

Moerou says 'Everyone else says mother was raped though.'

You say 'Of course they would.'

You say 'It's easier to deal with something not commonly accepted in the open.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'If you say it's the fault of the hated party.'

You say 'Lies are convenient like that.'

Moerou says 'Mother could have just told them the truth.. but NO!'

Moerou says 'She insists I not say a word.'

Cyprian still stares intently into a glass of pickled pixie juice.

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

Goddrik stands there awkwardly.

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

Moerou peers intently at Goddrik.

You say to Goddrik 'Don't feel awkward. Silence speaks volumes.'

You say to Goddrik 'And you learn so, so much more.'

Moerou says 'Goddrik, you speak freely.'

Moerou smiles at Goddrik.

Goddrik smiles happily.

You say to Goddrik 'This is a tavern. What you do may not necessarily stay in it, but you can do it.'

You say '..within reason.'

You say 'Moerou, your father and mother copulated.'

Moerou says 'Oh!'

Moerou says 'So that's what they did!'

You nod.

Moerou bonks herself and grimaces in pain.

Moerou says 'How could I not have guessed?'

You say 'Believe me.'

You say 'I have.'

You say 'NO.'

Moerou says 'Wait, were you there?'

You say 'Idea.'

Moerou says 'How did you.. know?'

You say 'It's a familiar scenario..give or take some details..you hear a lot of things and say even more as a bard.'

Moerou says 'Mother said there was no one else there.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'Hear enough you can piece common situations together.'

You say 'From stories you weren't even around to wathc.'

Moerou says 'This kind of things happen often?'

Moerou blinks slowly...

You say 'I can't say it happens often. But a scroll in the ether reports that Vanisse was an orphan as a mortal.'

You say 'So it's probably -just- common enough.'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

Moerou says 'Vanisse was a mortal?'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say '..and I've heard plenty of the like in the days I performed.'

You nod.

You say 'She was.'

Goddrik sits down on the ground.

Moerou says 'I had always thought immortals were born.'

Moerou says 'Goddrik you can sit at the bar.'

Moerou giggles.

Goddrik says 'Aren't Immortals created?'

You say 'Stryth is one of the few that weren't born mortal...if not the only one.'

Moerou says 'I had thought so too, Goddrik.'

You say 'Some of the rest that still remain over Serin have their roots in mortality.'

You say 'Or did. At one time.'

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

Moerou says 'So you can become an immortal too?'

Cyprian breaks careful attention from a glass of pickled pixie juice and flies off a bar stool..ROARING with laughter.

You roll on the floor, laughing hysterically.

You roll on the floor, laughing hysterically.

Moerou snickers to Goddrik 'I can't imagine him being godly and all.'

Moerou snickers with Goddrik about their shared secret.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'Have you lost your mind?'

Cyprian finally ends his last roll around the floor, face-up.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Cyprian's chest heaves heavily, chuckles taper from his lips.

Moerou comforts you.

Moerou says 'You... '

Moerou blinks slowly...

Cyprian runs a hand up over his forehead moving black hair out of his face.

The town clock tolls once as the day begins.

You say '..whoooooooo.'

You chuckle politely.

Moerou says 'Is that why they say you are weird?'

Moerou scratches her head, looking very confused.

You say '..you tell me what's weird.'

You say 'Suggesting I ascend...'

Goddrik says 'What?'

You say '..or the fact I laughed my heart into cruel labor because you asked it.'

Cyprian sits up leading with his foerarms.

Moerou says 'Well, who knew Vanisse would become an immortal back then?'

Moerou bonks you on the head for being so foolish.

You say 'Oh, just speak with her and you can tell.'

You say 'Stand in her presence and it's obvious.'

You say 'Me? I've got palaver.'

You snicker softly.

Moerou says 'That's because she has already become one.'

Moerou glares icily at you.

Cyprian shifts weight onto a knee with another foot into the floor and stands up with a push from his hand.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say '..of course. But if you can reverse-construct her majesty with imagination...'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You say '..it's very easy to see it was her Fate from birth, I'd assume.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say '..but that's my opinion, still.'

Cyprian sits back on a barstool.

Moerou says 'What about you?'

You smile at her.

You say 'That was the best laugh I've ever had.'

Moerou says 'You said you used to be a bard?'

You say 'Me?'

Goddrik stands awkwardly.

Moerou peers intently at Goddrik.

You say 'Yes, that's right.'

Cyprian nods toward Goddrik, assuring he's not out-of-place.

You say 'I used to be a bard.'

Moerou comforts Goddrik.

You say to Goddrik 'Feel free to have a drink.'

You say to Goddrik 'You don't need permission.'

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

Moerou gets a large glass beer stein from a polished bar.

You give a large glass beer stein to Goddrik.

Moerou gives a large glass beer stein to Goddrik.

Cyprian gestures to a vacant bar stool.

You say to Goddrik 'Sit if you'd like.'

Moerou pats on the chair next to her as she switches her legs to cross the other way.

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

You say to 'So what do you mean, what about me?'

You say 'Just because I used to be a bard? And she happened to be?'

Moerou says 'Why did you become a cleric?'

You say 'The Heavens would be tossing Mystiques from on high like rain if bardic exploits were a measure.'

Moerou says 'Vanisse's cleric.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Goddrik hums a tune.

You say 'I became a cleric because I wanted to guide people. I wanted to turn them inside-out and show them who they really are.'

You say 'Not sing them to themselves. Or out of themselves.'

Moerou adjusts her bum slightly.

You say 'It worked for a while, but some things happened...'

Cyprian narrows his eyes thoughtfully.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'Turn people inside-out?!'

Moerou gasps in astonishment.

You say '..unfortunate things. And I found myself in the Mystic Forest, missing a good bit of memor-'

Goddrik chuckles politely.

Cyprian rolls his eyes quietly.

You bonk Moerou on the head for being such a moron.

You scared Moerou! Now she is cowering in a corner, afraid for her life.

You say 'Not literally.'

Moerou says 'Oh.'

Moerou says 'Please continue.'

You say 'You didn't interrupt anything. You're just so literal, it takes me by surprise.'

You say 'You're fine.'

Moerou says 'No, it was all about the context.'

Moerou finds herself the most agreeable being alive.

Moerou says 'Definitely the context.'

You say 'Well to explain, typically bards sing to free people from themselves if but for a few euphoric moments.'

You say 'So that's the context.'

You say 'Or they play the fool intentionally, incite laughter, merry..and the like.'

Moerou says 'Oh, I think I can put together a picture from your disgust with the dark path and your past conviction to converting them.'

Moerou nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

You say '..sparing details I really haven't shared with anyone yet...'

Moerou peers at you intently.

You say '..I found myself in the Mystic Forest, and a grumpy old ranger gnome pointed me to Seringale and stormed off.'

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You say 'I missed a bit of memory, so I freelanced a bit.'

You say 'Converting whom?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Moerou says 'Oh forget what I said.'

Moerou smiles nervously.

You say 'Oh. Nevermind. I undertand now.'

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

You say 'No, you're right. But converting the dark isn't my focus.'

Moerou drinks apple juice from a juice box.

You say 'If I see potential for it...I'll help, but I don't lose sleep planning how to do it.'

You say 'Poor Goddrik.'

Beside a large bar
S-*-F | You are by the bar of this inn. There is a lengthy polished
| | | oak counter against one side of the room. A rack above it
* F-* | is laden with various pitchers and glasses, and behind the
| | | | bar is a giant keg of some dark ale. A bartender is here
*>@-o | to serve drinks to all patrons of the inn. To the north
| is the entrance to the stage, and to the east you see a
| fancy-looking dining room. There is a bin for returning
| used mugs and glasses to the west. A sign on the wall
| depicts the winning hands of Whirlwind Poker.
---------+

[Exits: north east]
A tankard shaped like a lady beggar displays a bosom slot for tips.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A large glass beer stein is on a polished bar.
A large glass beer stein is on a polished bar.
A large glass beer stein is on a polished bar.
A large glass beer stein is on a polished bar.
A large glass beer stein is on a polished bar.
A large glass beer stein is on a polished bar.
A shot of sticky pickled pixie juice is on a polished bar.
A shot of sticky pickled pixie juice is on a polished bar.
A shot of sticky pickled pixie juice is on a polished bar.
A shot of sticky pickled pixie juice is on a polished bar.
A shot of sticky pickled pixie juice is on a polished bar.
A shot of sticky pickled pixie juice is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A juice box is on a polished bar.
A polished bar is here, with a row of brass taps at one end of it.
Soft velvet cloth has been draped over this mahogany table.
Moerou is sitting at a polished bar sitting seductively on a bar stool cross-legged, while sipping on apple juice.
Goddrik the Brute is here.
Jaloro the half-elf mans the poker table in colourful clothes.

Moerou switches her right leg over her left.

You say to Goddrik 'You must be bored to tears...'

You let out a hearty laugh.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

You give a shot of sticky pickled pixie juice to Goddrik.

Moerou says 'He seems rather.. vacant.'

You say 'Can you blame him.'

Moerou waves a hand casually in front of Goddrik's face.

You say 'I've been talking.'

Moerou sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'Few don't gloss over when that happens.'

Moerou says 'He hasn't drank his beer yet either.'

You smirk.

Moerou says 'If I were bored I'd have finished all the juice on the bar now.'

Goddrik disappears into the void.

Moerou peers around herself intently.

Moerou says 'He..'

Moerou says 'He disappeared.'

Moerou says 'Goddrik?'

You say 'The Void is an interesting phenomenon, too.'

Moerou yells 'GODDRIK?!'