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Post by Alferizar Si'tyel on Sept 5, 2004 11:44:08 GMT -5
/After coming back to her room from breakfast, she takes out a silver mirror, polishing its surface. She stares at it, concentrating on Armagor as she begins casting the spell to see him.
An hour passes, and the spell catches. Alferizar watches him enter a house, near what looks like an academy of sorts. That shouldn't be too hard to find. She frowns at the conversation between him and the woman who looks to be the housekeeper. Aldena's sick? Shame, she liked the woman, though Aldena seemed a bit distant towards her. She sighs and dismisses the spell as Armagor goes up the stairs, putting the mirror away. She gets her staff, and leaves her room.
Downstairs she settles her bill, having not much intention of coming back to this place. She walks out of Divine Delights./
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Post by Mecrinus on Nov 14, 2004 18:56:29 GMT -5
"Here we are."
He surveys the place from the outside, then leads the way into the building and looks around for a reception desk.
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Post by Athelrush on Nov 14, 2004 19:00:52 GMT -5
*Mecrinus gets approached by dapper man with red hair.*
Sir? How can we help you?
*he looks up at the half-dragon. The kinds they let inside the city these days...Lotharius merely nods at the Elves standing behind Mecrinus.*
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Post by Amar on Nov 14, 2004 19:06:43 GMT -5
Andreth looks around her. Dark wood, little to no light coming in...
[Elven]What do you think?
Gar'diol shrugs, not liking it much either, but he'll make do if need be.
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Post by Mecrinus on Nov 14, 2004 19:38:20 GMT -5
*Mecrinus gets approached by dapper man with red hair.* Sir? How can we help you? *he looks up at the half-dragon. The kinds they let inside the city these days...Lotharius merely nods at the Elves standing behind Mecrinus.* "Good day to you. I wonder if you can help me? These two Elves are visitors from the far distand lands of Nahe'ria where they serve their community in any ways. I was wondering if you have a room they could stay in for the night?"
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Post by Athelrush on Nov 14, 2004 19:50:27 GMT -5
*he looks the Elves over. Serve all they want to over at their own place, but can they pay?*
I will have to check. One moment please.
*Lotharius turns to walk off.*
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Post by Amar on Nov 14, 2004 19:56:54 GMT -5
Andreth walks up to the man, staring at him, rankled at his condescending manner.
Is the best service you have to offer?
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Post by Mecrinus on Nov 14, 2004 19:59:54 GMT -5
Mecrinus looks at the man, wondering if he has cloth in his ears.
He turns his head and checks to see just how busy the place is.
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Post by Athelrush on Nov 14, 2004 20:06:47 GMT -5
*Lotharius blinks, caught off guard by the Elf woman.*
Madam?
*he pulls himself together.*
Madam, we always provide excellent service to our esteemed clientele.
*some of the gentlemen sitting near the foyer turn their heads and watch, mildly interested. It's fairly busy, but none of the other gentlemen seems to be staying here.*
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Post by Amar on Nov 14, 2004 20:20:21 GMT -5
...which we're not part off, you're saying.
She walks back to Gar'diol.
[Elven]Let's go.[/]
Mecrinus, thank you, but this is not the place for us.
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Post by Mecrinus on Nov 14, 2004 20:22:45 GMT -5
"No, I don't think it is.
I suggest you tell your fellow councillors, should they ever have occasion to visit."
He turns and leaves.
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Post by Amar on Nov 14, 2004 20:26:28 GMT -5
I doubt it.
They leave.
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Post by Athelrush on Nov 14, 2004 20:31:26 GMT -5
*he blinks again, then composes himself. Councillors? They didn't look it, though she did act it. He closes the door behind them again, still wondering.*
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Post by Rûn on Jan 5, 2005 18:59:36 GMT -5
*She steps in, hardly dressed for the occasion, but she has the arrogant look on her face of someone who doesn't care a damn tihng what the servants think. She doesn't wait to be served, she flops down at a table and snaps her fingers at Lotharius.*
Roast chicken and a glass of your best poison.
.oO (And don't give me that look. Never sseen a woman before? ... no, didn't think so...)
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Post by Athelrush on Jan 6, 2005 15:36:45 GMT -5
*Lotharius bristles at the woman's impudence, and sends one of his waiters over. He'd like to kick her out, NOW!, but remembers the former maître d' all too well. Something about her sets his senses tingling, and he doesn't want to get near her.
The waiter arrives shortly after, smoothly and silently, setting a plate of roast chicken, done up artfully in neat shapes and vegetables and pineapple-shunks neatly and aesthetically arranged, on the carefully polished table near Rûn's chair, and a glass of rather expensive whiskey to go with it. The drink's strong, and would bring a Dwarf running from halfway across the world. It's quite smooth and rich in taste.*
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