[ATS] The Tavern Opens

The renovated Tavern opens, with free drinks all round. :X Some amusing banter in this log.
What can I say about ATS - it's a mud actually worth rping on.

Characters: Nyssius, Celena, Jeremis, Sameron, Vaysh, Althaia, Tytan, Wraevyn

The "Last House Tavern"
Continuing from the west, boards of rich cedar form the smooth floor of
the tavern. The walls have been painted white and set within the boundaries
of mahogany molding. Pillars of granite cobblestones spiral up from each
corner and hold up the framework of cedar beams that form the would-be
ceiling. Past the ceiling the inside of the roof is visible, structured
from boards of wood and set with beams of similar material. Hanging from
the ceiling beams of wood are braziers of metal, set with beeswax candles
that remain constantly lit to offer the room ambient light. No windows are
visible upon the walls. Built into the northern wall is a fireplace, set
upon a stone slab and framed by like rock to form an alcove that houses logs
and fire within. Upon the fire place's mantle are two, crossed war hammers
that are set upon a silver and gold mountain backing.

[Exits: west]
( 8) Discarded, a a heavy mug made from glass is here, its large handle protruding from one side.
A dozen cherry wood tables have been placed here and surrounded by numerous cushioned chairs
Sprawled out before the fireplace, a large throw rug is here, made from a thick and plush white bear's hide.
Finely crafted from mahogany, a bar is here, taking up most of the eastern wall and is set with a marble counter with leather-topped brass stools placed before it.
Weaving between patrons and tables alike, a young buxom dwarven woman is here, serving various orders.
Positioned behind the bar, a portly cerulean-skinned amphorian man is here, tending to patrons.
Nyssius the Cryinale Elf is here.
Celena the Cryinale Elf is resting here.
Guard Tytan the Dwarf is sitting on one of the many leather-topped brass stools at the mahogany bar.
Althaia the Cryinale Elf is sitting on one of the many leather-topped brass stools at the mahogany bar.

[CHAT] You say 'omg'
[CHAT] Althaia says '?'
[CHAT] You say 'You guys got drunk without me!'
[CHAT] Nyssius says 'ROFL'
[CHAT] Althaia says 'Alt doesn't drink! :X'
[CHAT] You say 'We must remedy that. :)'
[CHAT] Althaia says '....*draws weapon :x*'

Noticing Vaysh's entry, Nyssius smiles slightly and inclines his head courteously to the Indago. "Pleasant company, at last," he remarks teasingly.

Tytan nods at Vaysh as he enters the room, "Help yer self ta a beer."

"Pleasant, perhaps, just not to the eye," Althaia adds, glancing over her shoulder and at Vaysh, "Hm, Indago, interesting to see you at a place like this...with people and talking and social interaction, you know" she muses with a mild laugh.

Pausing at the door, his cowl still drawn close about his features, Vaysh affords a slight nod of acknowledgement for Nyssius' remark, a slight smile on his lips. "What, is someone else's so repugnant that you must wait for another...or should I even ask?" He smirks at Althaia, taking a seat at the edge of the bar. "Don't mind if I do," he directs at Tytan.

Tytan drinks beer from a heavy mug made from glass and set with a large handle.

Celena giggles at Althaia's words, glancing at the Indago before trying to stiffle her snickering and failing miserably.

You buy a frosted mug of frothy amber ale for 10 gold and 0 silver.

"Mmm, yes, it seems you can due well with large quantities in your blood, though I hear Indagos aren't too good of drinkers, but...we'll see?" Althaia says, arching a slender eyebrow as she casts a glance at Vaysh.

Tytan says, "I go through the trouble a pourin' some extra pints, an nobody takes em!"

Tytan gets a heavy mug made from glass and set with a large handle.

Tytan drinks beer from a heavy mug made from glass and set with a large handle.

Tytan stifles a loud belch with the back of his right hand.

Celena flashes a small grin at the dwarf. "A shame, to think you might have to drink them all yourself!"

"You shouldn't give such weight to rumours," Vaysh informs Althaia in a lofty manner, lifting the mug to sniff at its contents. "A heady ale tis...locally brewed, I'm guessing?"

The exchange elicits a light snicker from Nyssius, covered with a poor cough and hidden behind his raised, half-empty mug.

Tytan says, "Aye, the ale is, the harder stuff was imported."

Tytan takes a long gulp from the mug, suds dribbling down his beard.

Wiping a thin film of white froth from his lips, Vaysh nods appreciatively at Tytan, "Not bad at all. And a marked improvement on the ales that were sold here before, I daresay, though I never did frequent the tavern as often as most."

Face slightly flushed from the alcohol, Nyssius leans slightly back agains the bartop, resting his elbows upon its surface and casually crossing his legs at the ankles. "There was nothing to frequent, last time I visited here. A good thing it's changed."

Tytan says to Nyssius, "S'matter lad, yer still nursin yer first drink."

Celena nods, nursing her mug. "Yes, it's a lot more... comfortable, here now, then it was. Although..." She looks over at the dwarf. "You don't serve wine, do you?"

Nyssius blinks once, looking down at his mug, then back at Tytan with an inquisitive gaze. "Er...yes, I like to savor drinks. Low tolerance for it and all that," he answers cautiously.

Vaysh hides a smile, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth to stifle a muffled burp. "Some don't have the dwarvish constitution when it comes to fine drink," he offers discreetly, observing Nyssius' flushed face with interest.

Tytan says to Celena, "Not ta night, I'm afraid. The shipment I got in tonight, was all beer. Although, I should be gettin' Rose wine in on the next order."

Nyssius peers suspiciously at Vaysh after his comment. "Yes, though some don't have elves', either." He shifts a bit, grumbling under his breath, "And I didn't mean that as a good thing."

Celena smiles a big, bright smile. "I will have to come back to try it when it arrives, then." This said, she takes another small sip of her drink.

Tytan leaves east.
The door closes.

Nyssius winces a bit amidst all the mug-shattering, following Tytan's departure with a puzzled glance. "Er...seems our host vanished."

Celena says, "No doubt to find more to drink... I mean, considering dwarvish constitution."

"Mm...there's still a sizable number littering the floor, however," Nyssius says, looking pointedly at the assorted mugs strewn over the ground.

Tytan says, "Sorry about that."

Peering east at the closed door with a nonplussed gaze, Vaysh returns his attention to the interior of the tavern, taking in the fine furnishings and wood paneling in his leisurely appraisal. "You've done a fine job of the renovations," he asides to Tytan, "considering the state of the city."

Tytan slaps the dwarven waitress' bottom on the way by.

Nyssius coughs slightly into his hand.

Celena shifts herself to fix an eye on the fire, quietly listening to the others as she continues draining her mug in dainty sips, taking quite some time to do so.

Tytan says to Vaysh, "Aye, It took almost everythin' I had."

Jeremis enters from the west.

"Understandable...the returns will be better with time when the city's recovered somewhat, I wager." Vaysh rests the now-empty mug on the bartop before him. "Speaking of which..."

Tytan says to Jeremis, "Welcome! Have yerself a beer, on the house ta night."

Tytan motions to the mugs lining the top of the bar, with his large hand.

"It seems like a fitting place for meetings and whatnot now," he adds idly, shifting his curious gaze toward the crossed warhammers on the wall. At Jeremis's entry, Nyssius inclines his head courteously to the newly-arrived human.

Jeremis looks around the new furnishings of the tavern, slowly walking up to the bar, "It looks nice." He raises his hand to the barkeep, ordering a drink. "I think I like these changes."

Vaysh slants a mild smile in Jeremis' direction, half-raising the mug he'd just drained a few moments earlier.

Tytan says to Nyssius, "Maybe I'll put in a function room ta rent out later on."

Jeremis says to Tytan, "Thanks."

Nyssius cants his head slightly to one side, silver hair spilling in bright clumps over his shoulder. "That would certainly be wise. Accommodations of a...private nature seem rather sparse in this city."

Selecting another mug of ale and lifting it in long fingers, Vaysh settles back on his stool with a satisfied sigh, sipping the cold amber liquid with his eyes half-shut. "Privacy of any kind is at a premium in any city such as this one," he chortles half to himself, between sips.

Jeremis slowly makes his way to the fireplace, sipping upon his mug all the while. "Yes, privacy for the common man is quite rare."

Tipping back her head a little, Celena drains her mug, then places the empty container carefully next to herself, staring at it for a moment before gazing once again into the fire.

Tytan wipes stray foamy suds from his beard, nearly having to wring it out with his hands. "Aye, sound like a business enterprise someone could cash in on." He chuckles, "Open a chain a bed an' breakfasts."

Tytan glances up at the ceiling and 'Hmms' to himself.

"Another possible project to give some thought to certainly," Vaysh grins, forgetting to wipe the ale-suds from his lips. "I admit it was surprising to learn, when I first arrived in Ama'rane, that there were no other settlements for leagues..."

"Another, please," Jeremis says as he lifts his empty mug slightly into the air. "Best make it two." He turns to the others in the room. "Surely a chain of bed and breakfasts would rake in a small fortune."

Jeremis buys a frosted mug of frothy amber ale.

With a small sigh, Celena levers herself up, standing and stretching a little before retrieving her empty mug.

Celena stands up.

Jeremis sits down at one of the many cherry wood tables.

Celena steps over to the bar, setting her mug down on its surface.

Nyssius 's lips twitch a bit at the blatant sud-wiping, the fingers of one hand rising to self-consciously - if discreetly - feel around his chin. With the appearance of new mugs, he loses some of his apathy, leaning forward to take one with both hands. "My thanks."

You sit on one of the many leather-topped brass stools at the mahogany bar and rest.

Tytan finishes the last few sips in one large gulp, breathing a contented sigh.

Tytan says to Nyssius, "Aye, Drink up! Tonight it's on me."

Nyssius says, "..."

Celena stares at another full mug of beer for moment before shaking her head, saying "I shouldn't."

Tytan says to Celena, "An' why not? "

Tytan gives a heavy mug made from glass and set with a large handle to Celena.

Tytan says, "I'll take any empties ta be washed."

Tytan glances from one person to the next, expecting a pile of empty mugs and glasses. "Anyone?"

Celena turns to the dwarf, her cheeks rosy, staring at him for a moment before speaking. "Two reasons. One, I don't have a good tolerance for drink, and two, drunken mages are not so clever."

Leaving his inhibitions behind, Jeremis takes several rather large gulps from his mug, quickly emptying it before working on the other.

Nyssius coughs slightly, snapping out of his reverie at Tytan's question and handing over a mug.

Tytan grinning, "Oh? But the sober ones are?"

Tytan leaves east.

Celena says, "At least sober mages can try and not burn things down by accident."

"One has to wonder what drunken clerics are capable of, however...," Nyssius slowly says, before shifting a pointed glance at Jeremis.

Jeremis chuckles slightly into his mug. "I have yet to meet a clever drunk." He takes another gulp of his ale, "Though I can't say I would remember, since I'm not exactly 'unwilling' to get drunk myself."

"Generally just rambling away in a manner so slurred that it would be hard to understand him." Jeremis smiles and downs his drink before picking up another.

Celena twirls, her hair flying, and steps back towards the fire, sitting herself down on the rug.

Celena sits on a thick and plush throw rug made from a large white bear's hide and rests.

Tytan says, "I have a few errands ta run. Will yeh all be a'right fer a few minutes?"

Jeremis nods slowly. "Most probably."

Tytan says, "A'right, I'll be right back."

Celena laughs, saying, "I don't know, someone might spill something..."

Opening his mouth to reply, Nyssius stops abruptly, staring at Celena for a moment. As the girl seats herself, he dryly says, "I think someone may have had too much to drink this evening."

Celena shifts on the rug, leaning on an elbow as she looks up at Nyssius, grinning. "I think you're right! You're looking quite red."

Jeremis leans back in his chair, "Nah, no such thing as 'too much to drink'." He leans back further, losing his balance and falls flat on his back. Jeremis flails about for a few seconds before uprighting himself and the chair and sits back down. "See what I mean? I still felt that...must mean I didn't have enough yet!"

Nyssius replies with a dirty look, though he self-consciously lays the back of his hand against his flushed cheek to check. "Yes, but at least I'm not twirling around like some people are," he says petulantly.

Merely observing this exchange over his ale-mug, only the barest twitch or flicker of expression betraying any of his own thoughts, Vaysh takes the opportunity to order a side of chips, popping one into his mouth with relish. He angles an amused look at the cleric. "You really do seem to speak from experience...and if you didn't feel that, I'd hate to think what else you can put yourself through in that state."

"A fall is no way to check for inebriation!" Nyssius says, while gesturing pointedly at the warhammers on the wall.

Celena tilts her head, staring at Nyssius. "If you were twirling around, it would be far more worrisome. At least I'm allowed to twirl." With a wink, she adds "Feminine prerogative."

"How discriminatory. Men should be allowed to twirl," Nyssius states in a matter-of-fact fashion.

Chuckling softly, "Whatever it is I COULD put myself through, a room full of angry women isn't one of them...." Jeremis takes yet another swig from his mug before continuing, "I don't think there's enough drink in the world to go through something like that."

Catching the tail-end of the conversation between the two elves, Vaysh sputters a little into his drink, dribbling a few chip-crumbs on the bartop. "You -can- if you want, but why you would want to I can't possibly imagine," he notes to Nyssius, dryly.

Celena grins quite widely, almost laughing. "You should all try it, I think. At least I know I would find it amusing."

"Isn't -one- enough?" Vaysh queries of Jeremis, unable to conceal a half-smile. "Let alone a roomful...."

"Being allowed to certainly isn't the same as wanting to," Nyssius says airily. "It's the principle of the thing."

Nyssius looks uneasily at Celena and says, "Er...no, thank you, love, I'm pretty sure you have the monopoly on twirling tonight."

Jeremis stands up slowly and cautiously, checking his balance. He quickly glances around the room, as if to check if there's anyone watching. "Twirl!", he yells out before spinning is a couple complete circles. "See? Men can twirl too!" Jeremis snickers as he dizzily retakes his seat.

[CHAT] You say '*falls over*'

Nyssius says, "..."

[CHAT] You say '*applauds*'
[CHAT] Nyssius says '(raises a 10!)'

Celena sits up, laughing as she claps for Jeremis. "Very good! What about the rest of you? Or will you need more drinks?"

"Principles tend to be forgotten when one's drunk," Vaysh chuckles. At which, the human before him quite suddenly decides to favour the entire tavern with an impromptu display of talent, and he forgets to comment.

"Yes, more drinks to remove the image of a...rather inebriated and twirling healer," Nyssius answers, staring unabashedly at Jeremis.

"Never had a principal, I went to a monastery, not a school." Jeremis looks at the elf almost quizzically. "err...is it the one with an 'e' or an 'a' at the end that you meant?"

"The one with an 'o,'" Nyssius replies straight-faced, with a decided nod of his head.

Celena leans on her elbow, almost lying on the rug as she looks up at Nyssius once more. "Why would you want to get rid of that image? I thought it was quite dashing!"

Jeremis nods sagely. "Oh."

Jeremis drinks whisky from a stiff drink.

Jeremis shivers a bit after downing the stong drink. "That's good," he coughs.

"Well, your sensibilities for tonight have already been severely compromised, lovely, so you wouldn't blame me if I choose not to share your sentiments, mm?" Nyssius says to Celena with a slight smile.

"Dashing isn't quite the word I would use." Vaysh mutters something beneath his breath about being so fortunate as to not have snorted ale up his nose. "But then my opinions wouldn't amount to much, considering I don't quite share your preferences."

Celena says, "My sensibilites are quite fine, thank you very much."

"I didn't know aesthetics chose genders," Nyssius comments, smiling at you in an amused fashion.

"Dashing?" Jeremis looks about the room. "I don't see anyone running about..." He downs list last shot of whiskey, slamming it down on the table.

Steelfulman enters from the west.
Lorek enters from the west.

Celena turns her head, staring up at the Indago. "You don't? I'll remember that, I will." Glancing at the drunken human, she adds "And he was dashing! In a sort of silly way, anyway."

Lorek nods at Jeremis.

Jeremis looks to the two that have just entered the room. "Have a drink! We're all drunk!" He waves his empty shot glass into the air as if it were a war banner.

"Whatever you say, dear," Nyssius says to Celena with a light smile. At the new arrivals, he inclines his head courteously in greeting while raising his mug of ale invitingly. "Come enjoy yourselves, gentlemen."

"No, but gender does determine much for my tastes in particular," Vaysh answers with a slight quirk of an eyebrow, before sliding his gaze to the newcomers.



Looking over at Nyssius, Celena asks with a grin "Lovely? Dear? If you keep this up, I might start thinking you're infatuated with me. Or is it the drink talking?"

(Jeremis casts spells to buff the newcomers and they leave)

"...Oh, lords, not another one," Nyssius mutters under his breath. Out loud, he quickly says to Celena, "They're just general expressions. Really, I have absolutely no designs on you."

A near-inaudible laugh slips from the Indago's lips as he avails himself of the ale so generously arrayed before them and free for the taking. "I've noticed some are fond of such diminutives and give as little thought as to their use as we would hm...other casual forms of address." Vaysh squints at the pale golden ale in his mug. "Though you more than most, Nyssius..."

Celena laughs softly at Nyssius. "None at all? I suppose that's a good thing, really."

Jeremis chuckles darkly to himself as he sits back down into his chair.

Jeremis ponders thoughtfully for a moment. "You know, I haven't met you before...I don't think." He says to the elven woman.

Celena stares up at the human for a moment before responding. "I don't think you have, but I wouldn't trust myself to remember."

Jeremis smiles and introduces himself, "I am Jeremis, priest of Iniquity. And you are...?"

Celena returns the smile, saying "Celena Loveau... uhm, fledgling mage?"

Jeremis nods his head, "Everyone has to start out somewhere. Keep practicing and eventally you can drop that 'fledgling' for 'master'."

Celena mimics the nod, "Oh, that won't be long, I don't think."

Nyssius shrugs lightly, the distracted cast in his eyes lifting as he answers Vaysh, "Such things must be beaten out of me, I'm afraid. Do you mind them?"

"Not at all." Vaysh answers studiously, licking a few crumbs from his fingers. "They may disconcert others, but I've ah...grown used to them, at least from you." He smiles slightly. "Though I'd be worried if say...Althaia started using them indiscriminately..."

"Oh...?" Nyssius asks, a faint glint of mischief in his eyes. "That's a curious bit of information. I was under the impression it would cause more thrill than worry."

"Thrill??" Jeremis perks up at the word. "You have my attention now, sir."

Celena manages to not quite burst out laughing, holding in her giggles.

A soft snort escapes the Indago at that, "Thrill? Her? I'd wonder first if she were in her right mind, or sober..." Vaysh wipes his hands on a napkin. "Does she seem the type to resort to such?"

Chuckling, Nyssius says offhandedly to Jeremis, "Althaia, the elf that was here earlier. I'm not sure if you saw her. She seems to favor Vaysh's company amongst all others."

A broad, impish grin creeps across Jeremis's face as he turns his head to look at the Indago. "You dog, you." He stifles a snicker as he continues, "Perhaps we should encourage her? Moonlight walk on the lake or beach? Candlelight dinner?"

Nyssius snickers behind an upraised hand. "She seems to type to knee someone in the crotch in lieu of a verbal rejection. But then, I don't spend as much time with her as you do."

Mumbling, Vaysh picks up his half-emptied mug. "She prefers anyone else's company over mine, as I'm sure you've noticed," he adds acidly. "Or she's made plain. Either way."

Vaysh opens his mouth, glaring wordlessly at Jeremis before shutting it again.

"Uh huh, sure....that's what they all say." Jeremis chuckles heartily, "We can, of course, change those sentiments."

Celena bursts into laughter, staring at the Indago through her almost watering eyes. She manages to stammer out "You do!" between her fits of laughter.

"It sounds as if an attempt has been made," Nyssius says, nodding agreeably at Jeremis's words. "What softens a woman's heart, do you think?"

Jeremis gets a shining ruby-inlaid silver-linked belt from a black wooden trunk.

"I do NOT need your sympathy or contrived aid, thank you," Vaysh says frigidly, leaning back in his stool and appearing almost to sulk, his ale forgotten.

"Oh, no sympathy, I assure you," Nyssius says with an amused half-smile. "I think anyone who pursues such a woman deserves everything he gets."

Jeremis ponders thoughtfully, "Let me check my bank box." He stands and quickly heads off.

Her laughter dying, Celena turns her gaze to the other elf once more. "Which sort of woman would you pursue, I wonder?"

Vaysh pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Please," he mutters, "Whatever it is you imagine - and I really haven't the slightest idea WHY you would - that's absolutely -not- the case."

Jeremis returns and drops a couple of items on the ground.

Agog, Vaysh can only stare stupidly at the items accumulating on the floor. "And what do you propose I do with these?" he asks Jeremis incredulously, shifting to poke the staff with his foot.

"Well, then, feel free to clarify," Nyssius says, with a teasing grin. He spares the rather expensive items a blatant, curious stare, before responding to Celena. "That's for me to know, lovely. Assuming you were speaking to me, of course."

"You're a mage, aren't you?" Jeremis looks at the Indago. "Detect magic on it."

Tytan says, "The hell a yeh doin' ta meh bar?"

[CHAT] Nyssius says '(litters) XD'

Celena nods slightly at Nyssius, before asking, "You won't tell? Are you worried that if you say anything, I might come after you? That wouldn't be a problem, I imagine."

Jeremis motions for the Indago to pick up the staff, "Give it to your beloved one!" He smiles a bit to himself as he retakes his seat.

Tytan says, "..Right. Don't make a mess. I'm going to bed."

Tytan leaves west.

"Or give them to me, there's no real distinction, is there?" Nyssius says to Vaysh hopefully. To Celena, he answers, "Be more afraid that someone else might come after your pretty face...ah...Celena, was it? I'm afraid I seem to have someone rather possessive hounding me every week."

"She is not...oh, nevermind." Vaysh sifts through his possessions to make room for the items with a resigned expression. "I imagine she'd find some use for it anyway."

You whisper to Nyssius, 'opportunist :P'

Celena blinks, frowning a little. "Why would I worry about someone coming after me? It hardly seems likely, and even then, not necessarily a bad thing."

Jeremis sighs heavily. "Know she's not a mage, you could use them to help YOURSELF hunt and earn enough gold for a nice present for her though. I'm sure it'd mean more that way." The broad grin across Jeremis's face doesn't move a bit as he winks to the Indago. "Don't forget, I'm a priest and can perform the marriage ceremony for you."

Nyssius twitches slightly, though he swiftly manages to school his expression. "Indeed, well said," he replies. "And not as unlikely as you might think. There are people in this world on the prowl, so you'd best be discreet."

Folding himself into one of the more comfortable chairs drawn up to one of the tables, his ale still cradled in one hand, Vaysh very nearly spills it into his lap upon hearing that word on the cleric's lips. "Absolutely not!" he splutters, clutching the mug. "Wedding! Marriage! Preposterous!"

"And why not?" Nyssius is quick to ask, the teasing smile on his lips broadening. "This city is in need of a celebration, and a wedding just might be the right sort to liven things up."

Jeremis falls out of his chair, unable to contain his laughter. "I only jest! Don't take it so hard, now." , he blurts out between laughing and gasping for breath.

Celena glances at Vaysh, snickering at his response before replying to Nyssius, "Perhaps only unlikely for me, then. And I haven't seen anyone at all on the prowl, lately." Motioning to Vaysh, she adds with a grin, "Well, except maybe him, it seems."

"Most certainly not mine," Vaysh very nearly spits back, regaining his composure with some difficulty. He shoots a morose look in Nyssius' direction. "Why don't -you- get married, if you've such a zealous admirer? You needn't expend so much effort then."

"Oh, no, lovely," Nyssius says with a grin. "This is -your- night, and quite a fortunate one to receive such gifts and hear such advice, all in the name of your pursuit of the pretty Althaia."

Jeremis wipes a tear from his eyes as he crawls back into his chair "Wooo!" he sighs loudly.

Wraevyn enters from the west.

Almost visibly shrinking in his chair, Vaysh chooses to nurse his ale rather than retort, though he can be heard to mutter, "And I suppose I should be thankful she isn't here at least."

Jeremis beams at the Disorian as she enters the room, "Hiya, love!" he blurts out. "Take a seat, we're just getting drunk tonight."

Wraevyn smiles at Jeremis.

Nyssius snickers gleefully at Vaysh. Seeing Wraevyn enter, he inclines his head courteously to her while raising his mug invitingly. "Have a drink and join the merriment."

Jeremis raises his hand, signaling for the barmaid. "A few rounds, please."

Celena looks towards Wraevyn, smiling and giving her a polite nod.

Wraevyn smiles at Celena.

Wraevyn says, "Um hon, just a few beers?"

Too engrossed in enjoying his temporary respite to have noticed Wraevyn enter, Vaysh marks the barmaid's flurry of activity and turns to angle a sharp glance in the Disorain's direction, nodding distractedly in greeting.

Jeremis says, "I've been collecting them."

Jeremis smiles into his glass, "Though I have to empty them out first

"So," Vaysh waves a hand at Celena to catch her attention, "Where is it you're from, if I might ask? As Jeremis did say you're a fairly new face in town, and I do believe we've spoken just a few times before..."

Jeremis grins at Wraevyn, explaining, "We're going to try to hook Vaysh up with Althaia...maybe Celena too, since it looks like he's headed that direction."

Wraevyn raise one delicate eyebrow, "The ladies will share?"

Eyes bright, Celena gazes at you with a smile, her lips quirking at Jeremis' comment. "Not from around here, yes. I've come from many places, really. Some of them I can't quite remember."

Jeremis shrugs slightly, "Sure, why not? There's enough Vaysh for two to share."

Wraevyn glances over at Jeremis, "A little thirsty love?"

Casting a dirty look at Jeremis and mouthing a silent, 'no,' Vaysh returns his attention to Celena as he considers her answer. "Strange that you should have few memories of the places you've travelled through...did you encounter some sort of misfortune on the way that you cannot remember?"

Jeremis winks at Wraevyn.

Wraevyn smiles as she scoots closer and snuggles up against Jeremis.

Jeremis slides up behind Wraevyn and wraps his arms around her. "So how was your day, love?" He queeries.

"Yes," Celena states, her gaze turning downwards as she directs a frown at the floorboards, "Although possibly not the kind of misfortune you might be thinking of."

Wraevyn ponders a moment, "Oh you know the usual, play, pillage and such."

Wraevyn licks Jeremis's jawline delicately.

Jeremis nods, "So a rather productive one, as usual."

Wraevyn says, "Rather boring, no Tytan to annoy."

Wraevyn smiles at Nyssius.

Jeremis barks out a laugh, "Well, you just missed him! He was buying the drinks earlier!"

Wraevyn smiles at Sameron.

Sameron nods politely to everyone smiling a bit oddly to himself.

Snapping out of his reverie, Nyssius nods, adding a brief, "Yes, kept coming in and out. And said something about blood spattering the walls should any of us drop our drinks upon the carpet."

Spotting Sameron by the doorway, Nyssius inclines his head courteously, gesturing to the full bar. "Have a seat and keep us company, there's plenty of drinks to go around."

Sameron chortles softly to himself. "I suppose the question is if you've all decided to start drinking early or if you're still drinking late hhhmmm?"

Wraevyn grins, "Just got here myself."

Regarding the female Cryinale with an inscrutable gaze, Vaysh leans back in his chair, one hand clasping an armrest. "It's all right if you don't wish to recall ah...such an unpleasant incident," he remarks offhandedly. "Though in recalling that it might be of help in remembering other things you've forgotten." The entrance of Sameron occasions for a quiet greeting from the Indago.

Sameron quietly questions to everyone in general. "So are we celebrating something, or was there just a general concensus that it's time to drink?"

Wraevyn says, "Both?"

Sameron chuckles softly at Wraevyns response. "And what is it we're celebrating?"

"Renovation of this bar, I think?" Nyssius idly says, sparing the ceiling a brief glance. "It does seem vastly-improved."

"The opening...or should I say, re-opening, of this tavern. Apparently Tytan's appropriated it," Vaysh squints at Sameron, gesturing vaguely at the new furnishings. "And made some changes."

Wraevyn winks at Jeremis.

Sameron blinks in surprise. "Indeed? Well that is rather spleandid. Rather a good man that Tytan."

Celena smiles up at Sameron, nodding politely, before answering Vaysh, "It does seem that I'm a litle too familiar with the concept of simply forgetting unpleasant things that have happened. A habit that wreaks havoc with even the more pleasant memories, it seems."

"Still alive and kicking!" Jeremis raises a glass into the air. "That's good enough reason to drink!"

Sameron chortles softly at Jeremis.

"Or marriages. I hear wedding bells in the distance," Nyssius mutters, pointedly not looking at your direction.

Jeremis laughs loudly, howling at Nyssius' words, "Yes, Vaysh, when's the happy day?"

Sameron sits on one of the many leather-topped brass stools at the mahogany bar and rests.

Sameron settles on the stool quirking a brow. "A wedding is it? Well that's wonderful news."

Sameron offers Nyssius a slight smile.

"That it would indeed, as unpleasant circumstances are rarely unaccompanied by aught else." Nyssius' remark elicits a slight smile from Vaysh, more a baring of teeth than genuine, though his tone remains pleasant enough. "Ah, don't mind them. Wishful thinking, more theirs than anyone else's," he answers Sameron.

"Yes, Vaysh and Althaia...perhaps any other young elven women that fall for his charm too." Jeremis casts a glance at the young mage sitting on the bear skin run and grins impishly.

Sameron chortles softly at Vaysh.

Vaysh pointedly refrains from comment, unable to keep from rolling his eyes at the ceiling.

[CHAT] You say '*rolls his eyes to Nyssius*'
[CHAT] Jeremis says 'mwahahhaa'
[CHAT] Nyssius says '(rolls them back) :P'
[CHAT] Jeremis says 'don't forget, I'm the town troublemaker! *cackles gleefully*'
[CHAT] Nyssius says 'oh my XD (feels sorry for Vaysh now)'
[CHAT] Wraevyn says '*smirks*'

Celena glances around the room, a grin forming on her lips as she tries to feign an innocent expression. "You all seem very obsessed with marriage! Is this a male thing?"

Wraevyn smiles as she sips her drink, listening to the friendly bantering.

Nyssius snickers a bit, eyes flashing a brilliant grey as he says, "Denial is an ugly thing, but even moreso in Indagos."

Shrugging lightly, Nyssius says to Vaysh in reply, "It is rare these days that one hears of courtship rituals, much less the pursuit of love and happiness."

Sameron chuckles at Jeremis.

Sameron sniffs a bit at the beer before taking a small sip. "hhhmmm. Not too terrible really."

"So true, so true." Jeremis mutters into his glass. He takes a quick drink and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Thankfully, I already have a beloved and don't have to worry about any of the craziness of finding someone." He leans over and gives Wraevyn a kiss on top of her head.

Celena looks up at Nyssius, frowning a little. "Rare? That's a shame! Romance is such a lovely thing, really."

Withstanding the ribbing with less than good grace, Vaysh sighs through his nose. "I would think that's taking a rather narrow view of things, considering how many would blame their marriages for all the grief they could have been spared." He slants another look at Nyssius. "It's all very idealised really!"

Sparing the rather happy couple a slight smile, Nyssius shifts his gaze to Celena and says, "Indeed it is. You speak as one who has much experience in it, perhaps...?" At Vaysh's statement, he smirks, and adds a succinct, "One might view your aversion to the concept as badly as our obsession with it."

"Without any grief or drama, our lives would be quite boring. Just take a look at me, my life is quite exciting what with spirits and pirates and such." Jeremis gives a curt nod to emphasize his point.

"What's more, who really has the time for it? I mean it all seems rather a hassle." Sameron quietly observes, sipping once more from his beer.

Celena turns her stare from Nyssius to Vaysh, stating, "Oh, I don't know about that. I would say some of the best romance is far from ideal, at least, when you're looking at it from the outside."

"Oh, I'm assuming time will appear with the batting of thick eyelashes and the soft insisting voice leaving rouge-painted lips," Nyssius answers Sameron teasingly before taking a deep draught from his mug.

"We should find out where Koghirym is hiding, he's a good matchmaker." Jeremis looks down at the beautiful Disorian at his feet. "A good one indeed. Perhaps he can find you that 'special someone'."

"There are those whose best is brought forth by adversity," Vaysh remarks smoothly, one corner of his mouth lifting. "And I'll stand by that and say nothing more on the subject."

Sameron chuckles at you.

Wraevyn says, "More like he's persistent hon."

Jeremis winks at Wraevyn. "Same thing."

Wraevyn sighs sadly, "I miss him."

"It'll be to my utmost delight when the day comes for you to eat your words, Indago," Nyssius teasingly says, while raising his mug in mock-toast.

Jeremis says, "I'll drink to that!"

"And let that day be long in coming." Vaysh snorts softly, if not quite without humour. "If it ever does."

Sameron blanches a rather pasty white shade. "Oh my."

Wraevyn blinks at Jeremis.

Celena flicks her gaze over Nyssius and Sameron, stating "I'm sure you'll both find nice girls to settle down with, some day!"

Wraevyn says, "Nice?"

Nyssius snickers, standing from his stool as he finishes the last of his beer. "Yes, if it ever does," he concedes with a grin. At Celena's words, he coughs a little, murmuring a brief, "Er, yes...girls...," before addressing the others, he says, "It has been quite a pleasure, but I'm afraid I must continue with my studies. Fair travels to you all."

You whisper to Nyssius, '*hmms and puts Loki in a dress*'
You whisper to Nyssius, 'well whaddya know she's right!'
Nyssius whispers to you, 'OMG SPANK XD'
You whisper to Nyssius, 'so included in my log XD'

"I honestly don't see where I'll find the time for romance truth be told. I've far too much to do really. Establishing a church is likely to take all my energy for quite some time to come." Sameron observed rather matter-of-factly.

After inclining his head courteously to everyone, Nyssius lifts his hand in a slight wave and strolls past the exit

"Don't let one of them catch you too soon..." smirks Vaysh as Nyssius departs, adopting an innocuous expression.

Sparing the rather happy couple a slight smile, Nyssius shifts his gaze to Celena and says, "Indeed it is. You speak as one who has much experience in it, perhaps...?" At Vaysh's statement, he smirks, and adds a succinct, "One might view your aversion to the concept as badly as our obsession with it."

Celena turns her stare from Nyssius to Vaysh, stating, "Oh, I don't know about that. I would say some of the best romance is far from ideal, at least, when you're looking at it from the outside."

"There are those whose best is brought forth by adversity," Vaysh remarks smoothly, one corner of his mouth lifting. "And I'll stand by that and say nothing more on the subject."