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Hey, guys. I may be a few minutes late tonight - I'll be coming from a problem session that's starting at 5p. I'll do my best to slip out early enough not to be late, and at worst it'll be 10-15 min. See everyone tonight!

Good to see you back! We've pretty much all been around in the intervening weeks, so folks will be around Sunday of course :-) Hope you're feeling better/start feeling better soon.

You didn't miss anything, Sly. Bunch of us were around variously from 5.30 till about 7.30, no sign of Em. Everything ok over there in DMland?

Kirran shrugs innocently and his eyes crinkle at the corners as he gives Fleck a sidelong look. "You tell me your absurdly long name in the middle of a town that's about to be sacked by goblins, and you expect me to remember it a year later? Pfeh!" He grins, tilting his head to one side. "Here...

Kirran pauses for a moment and looks back at Gadreman, his cheeks bright red with the cold and his eyes laughing. "Luck, man, I've been taking care of myself on the streets probably for longer than you've been alive. I'll handle myself." He walks through the darkening streets toward Fleck's...

Kirran nods at Gadreman. "I'll go hijack Fleck. Even if I have to clock him over the head and drag him here unconscious to get him away from his work." He tugs his jacket closer around himself. "Be back sometime."

((OOC: Gah. I'm really sorry it took me forever to get my act together on this one. All I can say is, REU applications and the NSF are punks, and the week got away from me while my back was turned. It should get better from here on out.)) Kirran again seems to be spending a long while lost in...

Kirran has been watching Almedh thoughtfully for most of the conversation, rolling his wooden coin over and over in his fingers. Finally at Fleck's direct address he pauses and looks over at the gnome, his eyes glinting humor. "For the future, try not to get kicked in the face while I'm not...

E, I think you misunderstood Memnus' post - he's out the 8th, not this weekend (unless I'm in a time warp). But yes, I'm sure he'll give me an earful then on what to do with Fleck. :-)

During the exchange between Valdir and the warriors, Kirran has time to quickly and invisibly cross the few feet to the downed wizard; with a quick touch (Cure Minor) he keeps the man from bleeding to death. His voice floating out of empty air, he hisses angrily to the nearby Rolf, "Don't kill...

I'm sorry, I'm a space cadet - it's to the first week in December that my comment applies. I'm good for next week - week after next is the one that's up in the air. I think this is a sign I should go take a nap.

"Let's get going, then. It won't be hard to find somewhere to hide for a moment - docks can be like warrens sometimes." He gives the group a jaunty wave and makes off in the direction of the docks.

So a dwarf and a halfling walk into a bar... The halfling is Kirran, though his uncharacteristically black hair and darkened face make it difficult to tell. He claps the dwarf on the shoulder and nods, and without breaking stride the pair separate. Kirran makes his way across the room to the...

Kirran looks over at Valdir as he picks himself up from the grass and dusts himself off. "Didn't Fleck already say enchantments like that are hard to set, and the man doesn't seem powerful enough to do it himself? It's not my type of work, but I'd agree... I'm not too worried about that ring...

Me, possibly. It depends on whether Maestro gives me the evening off, and unfortunately I don't know much in advance - with only 28 people, days off in concert season depend on who's still got a voice and who's down with the flu.

Kirran shrugs. "Silencing the net's easy enough... easier than aiming at him, really, since he can fight it off and nets have, well, not enough brain to resist a spell. I don't know about entangling him with it; ask Fleck." He looks questioningly at the gnome.

Kirran looks over at Fleck, smoothing the last bits of skin-darkening cream onto the backs of his hands and scrubbing his fingertips clean on his shirt. "Hm? Oh, the holding spell. Always do. As for keeping him quiet," and here he turns to Valdir, "That's not hard to manage either, providing I...

Mostly clean now, Kirran sits back in the tub and rubs the bridge of his nose thoughtfully, his wooden coin out of reach. "A week's likely too generous a time to wait, even if we go to Marzen right away after to see if he's holed up there." He slides deeper into the water, frowning a little...

Kirran disappears behind a privacy screen and hastily strips off sewage-fouled clothing and passes it to a serving girl with an apologetic smile and a coin. He climbs into the tub of steaming water, ducks his head quickly, and comes up coughing. He catches his breath and remarks, "Watching the...

Kirran, left behind to watch the house, waits mostly patiently for the group to return or send word, though he occasionally wishes he knew what was going on. Meanwhile, he occupies himself with his duties and with flirting shamelessly with the cook, only in part because he hopes she knows...