Another day in the Tavern

[Faeryl]

"Names are nothign more than games,
Titles that give some the Fame.
Necessary they are,
for raising the communication bar.
I am a Drow, an outcast.
Faeryl Zolond is my name,
and magical arts are ever my game and pain.

She glances over to Khair and back to Gene

"This creature, whom is she,
She is wild like a Banshee.
Ne'er have I seen one like her,
A creature of creativity and lyrics;
A free spirit for the kicks."

 

[Gene_Kynes]

He watches Faeryl, his spark of interest becoming a small flame.
"A pleasure meeting you, Miss Zolond. I'm called Gene...and...she..."
He grins over to Khaira.
"...She's Miss Khaira, Bardess Extraordinare, and one of the best Harpists you'll meet below the sixth step of Celestia...I know her from a School where I both teach and learn."

 

[Khaira]

A Shocked Bard!

Khaira jumps a full foot in her chair, scattering the musical pages, as well as maps, all over the floor aroudn her, as if a small whirlwind had erupted around her.
"What?! No, I'm not ready for performance! I didn't do it, either whate'er it is! Don't blame me!"


Turnign around finally she sees Gene sitting with the Drowish female.

"Oh, hey Gene, it's you...didn't think I'd see you here...who's that with you? I heard my name and your introduction- Harpist extraordinairre? I wouldn't go that far. *she chuckles* I'm merely a humble musician making my way through life with my music.
Join ye two for a drink? I'd love to!"

With that, she makes her way over to their table - after gathering up all of her papers, that is.

 

[Gene_Kynes]

He grins, moving to assist her with the papers swiftly.
"We're roughly the same age that appearence dictates, I'd guess the same experience, and yet your crafting of sound pleases the ear more than mine can. I believe I'm entitled to a bit of psuedo-jealous praise, right?"

Pulling out a seat for her, he lingers near his seat, not sitting down yet.
"This is Miss Faeryl Zolond. Oh, and what would you two like to drink?"

 

[Khaira]

She chuckles "Very well then. Wine for me; whatever are ye doing here anyway? And you, Lady Drow, what is with the rhyming?"

 

[Faeryl]

The Rhyming Drow

"Rhyming is not a choice by me,
But a must my them.
A spell woven, but never broken,
TO save me from those who would seek my token.
A trollslayer for me this night,
TO weave my sorrows in liquor tight."

 

[Gene_Kynes]

Gene shrugs, leaning back.

"I've...become a teacher at the school. Tiring thing...I'm wondering if it's safe to teach the students the arts of rogues. I mean...if we get another Garroter, ugh. "

He then slips out of his chair, murming to the Bargolem, and carrying the two glasses of wine and mug of trollslayer to the table after dropping coin in the Golem's contructed hand.

Slipping the mug to Faeryl, a glass to Khaira and taking a glass of the dark fluid for himself, he reseats himself.

"Why I'm here exactly is...I'm unsure if we're allowed to drink on the school grounds...an' there was a student or a teacher at every corner...so...I took a lil'break."

 

[kulideb]

oops!

Some times it was nice to be away from the safe enviroment of school, she had heard others came to the tarvan, while all at the school were free agents, she didnt like the thought of letting the Archmage down, and some times its nice for an elf maiden to let her hair down.. well sort of hers was cut short .. She had just returened to her table when she spoted a couple of the teachers, she sunk back it the shadows hoping they would move so she could sneak out!

 

[WizO_Siani]

*paces quietly in through the eastern doors, crossing the room and stopping before a brazier in a back corner. Adding frankincense to the coals, she genuflects and murmurs "Fortitude within, Valor without". She stands silently with head bowed for a moment before pulling her cappa clausa more closely about herself and starting on an inventory, giving an amiable nod to those in the common room.*

 

[Khaira]

Relaxing with a drink

((This is all provided she can still see kulideb. If not, disregard this section.)) Khaira glances around the tavern, eyeing the lack of patrons. Idly, she looks at kulideb, and back to Gene.
"Much of anything these days can be dangerous to teach any and all, Gene. Even my music can be used to seduce one and do all sorts of dangerous things. By the way, I think we've got an admirer."
This last thing she says very softly, to Gene alone, before she turns to loook at Faeryl. "You are safe enough here, are you know? I'm sure you could stop rhyming - you are sure it is not a thing that works by will alone? For, you know, a curse only works if you believe in them. Is it one of the items you keep? I am sure one of the clerics - or even the grand Lady Hoot - could think of ways to take away your curse."