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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 1090323" data-attributes="member: 1255">~ AerandirPiper stared up at him with a perplexed with silver-tinted irises.&nbsp; &quot;Friends?&nbsp; They are no friends of mine.&nbsp; Arrogant con men and snivelling sycophants, is what they are.&nbsp; But I did not come to discuss the human nobility.&quot;&nbsp; She paused, her fine features sharpened in a moment of disgust.&nbsp; But the moment passes, and she continues on.&nbsp; &quot;No, I wished to ask you a favour.&nbsp; As you are likely aware, Tamriel of Silverwood is producing a new play, here in Arcosia.&nbsp; I have been given the honour of creating a musical piece for it myself.&nbsp; Now, the problem: the brutes here who call themselves the social elite do not recognize his brilliance!&nbsp; There has been little to no financial backing and none of the theatres will book to one they consider an unknown.&nbsp; An unknown!&nbsp; From the person who wrote Wizard and Stone!&nbsp; They are mad!&quot;&nbsp; The elven lass began to pace before her colleague, her tiny hands wrapped about the back of her neck as she continued.&quot;Now, I've managed to find a venue.&nbsp; The problem: it is a delapidated ruin of a building in the middle of Cockscombe.&nbsp; I have a week to clean it out and turn it into the envy of the musical world.&nbsp; And so you see, that is my problem in its entirety.&nbsp; Being an elf and a musician, I turn to you first.&nbsp; Will you help?&quot;~Miriah&quot;It can be anything you desire,&quot; Ain assures Miriah, quickly taking his seat.&nbsp; &quot;I must admit I have been trying to work up the nerve to meet with you for a while now... you have always seemed quite so guarded and secretive.&quot;&nbsp; He turned to look at Hob and beckoned the old barkeep over, favouring him with a disarming smile.&nbsp; &quot;Ho, good man.&nbsp; I will have your finest bottle of wine and two glasses.&quot;&nbsp; As Hob went off to comply, he returned his attention to Miriah, his gaze wistful.&nbsp; &quot;As for my magical endeavours - quite uninteresting, really.&nbsp; My knowledge of the craft isn't quite so studied as yours - mine is more intuitive.&nbsp; Which is why, I suppose, that I can never quite wrap my head around all the arcane minutia we're taught.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 1090323, member: 1255"] [b][i]~ Aerandir[/i][/b] Piper stared up at him with a perplexed with silver-tinted irises. "Friends? They are no friends of mine. Arrogant con men and snivelling sycophants, is what they are. But I did not come to discuss the human nobility." She paused, her fine features sharpened in a moment of disgust. But the moment passes, and she continues on. "No, I wished to ask you a favour. As you are likely aware, Tamriel of Silverwood is producing a new play, here in Arcosia. I have been given the honour of creating a musical piece for it myself. Now, the problem: the brutes here who call themselves the social elite do not recognize his brilliance! There has been little to no financial backing and none of the theatres will book to one they consider an unknown. An unknown! From the person who wrote [i]Wizard and Stone[/i]! They are mad!" The elven lass began to pace before her colleague, her tiny hands wrapped about the back of her neck as she continued. "Now, I've managed to find a venue. The problem: it is a delapidated ruin of a building in the middle of Cockscombe. I have a week to clean it out and turn it into the envy of the musical world. And so you see, that is my problem in its entirety. Being an elf and a musician, I turn to you first. Will you help?" [b][i]~Miriah[/i][/b] "It can be anything you desire," Ain assures Miriah, quickly taking his seat. "I must admit I have been trying to work up the nerve to meet with you for a while now... you have always seemed quite so guarded and secretive." He turned to look at Hob and beckoned the old barkeep over, favouring him with a disarming smile. "Ho, good man. I will have your finest bottle of wine and two glasses." As Hob went off to comply, he returned his attention to Miriah, his gaze wistful. "As for my magical endeavours - quite uninteresting, really. My knowledge of the craft isn't quite so studied as yours - mine is more intuitive. Which is why, I suppose, that I can never quite wrap my head around all the arcane minutia we're taught." [/QUOTE]

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