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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scarogoth" data-source="post: 327766" data-attributes="member: 3507">Wren joins the party...Meanwhile, in the well house, Lisanara appears with another man. Wren is average height for a human with black hair cut short in crew cut style, with a goatee. He is wearing leather armor, and has a short sword on his left hip, and a blade on his right leg.“Mr Wren, please follow me to my home.”Wren turns to Lisanara upon arriving. “Not much for decorating I see!” A small smile crosses the wizard’s face. “I’ve never considered decorating the well house. Interesting,” she says, winking at him. Lisanara and Wren pass through the courtyard and cross to the house, entering through the front door. “Anyone home?” she calls.“Hang on,” says Evaristo to Feledar. “I’m just nipping out for a second. This is turning into a party, and when there’s a party, you gotta have canapes. I’ll go help Veeta. See you in a bit!” and with that, Evaristo dashes out the room to the kitchen. He spots Lisanara and Wren in the hallway and gives a quick wave on his way past to the kitchen.Feledar just turns to look at the doors of the livingroom, expecting someone to enter soon. Lisanara just shakes her head and proceeds into the livingroom, turning and beckoning to Wren to follow. Wren is still watching the small figure zoom by in the passage. “Who, might I ask, was that?”“You’ll find out in a minute,” Lisanare says. “Come and meet my other guest first. Mr Wren, this is Captain Feledar, a cleric of Natirel.”“Please just call me Wren no need to call me by a title.” Wren extends his hand to the large man. “Pleasure to meet you.”“Wren is a man with a good reputation for dungeon crawling and tomb excavation, Feleder,” she says.Feledar has naturally stood up to greet the new arrival. In doing so, he is swift to discover that the little gnome had put some of the ‘strong stuff’ into his drink but fortunately that amount doesn’t really kick too much for him yet. “Pleased to meet you Wren.” Feledar says.“Wren will be our expert on traps... and avoiding them.“Splendid! A man worth his weight in gold in old tombs,” agrees the cleric.“Captain Feledar will be in charge of making sure we survive if we get injured. Amongst other protective magics and a good fighting arm.”Lisanara scoops up Ella and gives her a cuddle.Her lips curl in a wicked smile for a moment. “That little devil,” she says under her breath.Suddenly, the three turn as one as they hear a loud crash from the kitchen, followed by a short squeal from Veeta. Rolling her eyes, Lisanara only shakes her head.“Gnomes...” Feledar mutters into his moustache...“Don’t worry gentlemen, it’s just Evaristo scaring Veeta again.” To Wren, she adds, “Veeta is my assistant.”“I have not worked with them much,” the leather-clad rogue admits, sourly.Next Evaristo’s unmistakable voice pipes up. “UMMMMMM!!! I’m TEEELLLLLiinggg. You’ve broken one of her BESTest plates!!!”“They are... unique,” Lisanara says diplomatically.“You PINCHED me!” Veeta squeals...Then it’s Evaristo’s turn to squeal. “NOoo!!! Not the ROLLing pin... ahhiiii!!!”“So. Would you care to tell something more about yourself Wren?” Feledar asks, attempting to nobly ignore the hubbub from the adjoining room. It is, however, difficult.“Veeta broke a plaaa-ate... Veeta broke a plaaa-ate...” seems to be a refrain that emanates from the kitchen. Soon, the unmistakable sound of a chase is heard.“Not much to tell really I spend most of my time retrieving lost items, and digging around undeground,” Wren confides.Seeing the bottle of white wine set out, Lisanara crosses to the cabinet. Picking it up by the bottle by the neck, Lisanara’s fingers begin tracing some sort of pattern in the air over the bottle and she says, “Cold as a witch’s titty.” Immediately the bottle ices over with a fine coating. As if pulled recently from a very cold box.“What kind of past experience you have for reference then?” Feledar asks Wren, trying not to notice taunting screams of the gnome, and the unusual words of the wizard’s spells.“I could list a dozen or more tombs and crypts if that will make you more comfortable?”“Gentlemen, we will have plenty of time to learn each other strengths and weaknesses before we set out. I do not intend on starting this expedition ‘cold.’” Lisanara swiftly adds, smoothing any ruffled feathers.“Well, naturally, I trust in Lisanara’s choice without hesitation if you don’t want to elaborate more.” Feledar says politely. “I am here to provide help of our church to this expedition. As Lisanara might have told you, our order has hired her to this mission.”“I mean no offense Feledar, I just did not come with a resume” chuckles Wren. “I would be more than happy to go over some of my past experiences with you, when time permits.”Removing several wineglasses from the cabinet Lisanara begins pouring drinks. “Our number isn’t quite complete,” she says. “But it will be a day or so before our final member will be joining us. He’s on a job but should be done soon.”The sounds in the kitchen seemed to have died down somewhat. And now you can hear chopping, and scraping... another squeal from Veeta, however, is rapidly followed by a new sound as little feet come running up the corridor. Evaristo comes belting around the corner with Veeta hot on his heels with a broom.“Hello everybody!” he squeaks as he races past the open door.“And stay there,” says Veeta, legs akimbo, broom at the ready, standing like a guardian over the entrance to her domain. But once he realizes Veeta is not coming further than the door of the kitchen, Evaristo smiles wickedly, and turns round and returns to the living room.Passing out glasses of wine, Lisanara say, “We can share later, first a small toast.”Wren takes an offered glass and waits for her toast, as does Feledar.“Hi,” Evaristo says, nonchalantly entering and reaching for a glass of wine. “Canapes are going to take a little longer than expected, but they should be ready soon.”“To success,” Lisanara says, pausing a bit, looking directly at Wren, and adding “in finding the tomb of Kruk-Ma-Kali.”“And for the Banner of Natirel!”“Cheers, me dears,” says the gnome. “Oh yes,” he adds, but very quietly. “Mustn’t forget the flag rag....” He quickly clears his throat, however, and says “Hmm, told you Feledar! This is always SO much nicer when you’ve witch-tittied it, dear...”Wren looks at Lisanara, somewhat shocked, and drinks the wine in a single gulp, an event in itself which makes Evaristo’s face mirror that horror!“That is a 533 Pekalese chardonnay!! Please do NOT drink it like it’s soda! And WHO is your tailor? You MUST give me his address...”Feledar enjoys his wine also with very civilized manner. “I thought so!” He comments to Evaristo. “This particular grape grows in the western parts of Pekal.”Wren looks to the gnome. “My Tailor? Oh you like the armor, actually i found it on one of my earlier jobs.”“...Oh that’s a relief. For one horrible moment I thought you might have PAID for that...” Evaristo sneers.“I would have paid a heavy price for such armour little one.”However, then an expression of concern returns to his features. “Kruk-Ma-Kali. Did I hear you correctly?”“Yes Wren, you did,” Lisanara says. Turning to the others, “I’m afraid I had neglected to tell Wren until now WHERE we were going. I did not feel safe discussing it where we were. But Wren is the best in the business, or so I’ve been told by others.”“I have no problem with the task, I am just somewhat shocked. I am going to enjoy this greatly.” Wren begins to feel the heat, and removes his outer jacket of hsi armor revealing a tank top style shirt, and a bandoller with 3 daggers along each of hsi sides, there is also a dagger in a sheath on his wrist. He sets the jacket on a chair, and looks to Lisanara. “Another glass of wine please.”“Here’s the bottle, pour as much as you like. Oh, and try not to puncture anything when you sit down,” she say with amusement. Wren accepts the bottle and pours himself another glass, and then sets the bottle on the table. Evaristo looks in great concern at the glass in Wren’s hand.“You must excuse Evaristo, he’s a bit... eccentric at times.” Wren give Lisanara a wry smile, and finds a place to sit. Evaristo gives her nothing but a nasty look.Feledar turns toward Lisanara “Could you ask Veeta to bring sevaral empty decanters here?”“Certainly, captain,” she replies, and Lisanara rises gracefully and heads for the kitchen, finding Veeta, who’s presently muttering dire things in relation to gnomes, and one in particular.“You’re not going to be sick, are you?” Evaristo asks with concern, looking at the tall priest and wondering whether he couldn’t cope with the Special Spangly Sparkler as well as the wine...Feledar just chuckles at the gnomes comment.“And what might your specialty be?” Wren says to the gnome!“Me?! Oh, me. I’m just a friend.”“A friend? Does that mean you will not be accompanying us on our journey? Or will you be coming along to provide comedic relief?”“Oh fear not. I’m coming. I’m not going to let Lisanara out of my sight for a second.”Lisanara returns with Veeta and they both carry trays with empty decanters. About 10 in all.“Thank you! That’s splendid!” Feledar says when the decanters arrive. He says a short prayer to his god and soon the decanters start to fill with several different types of wine. Best ones you could ever get in Bet Rogala, only of divine origin.“I hope you don’t plan on us drinking all this tonight!” Lisanara laughs.Evaristo’s eyes widen in amazement as he sees what Feledar is doing.“There you, my gnomish friend. No need to worry if Wren takes a glass of wine down in one sip anymore.” He gives a wink at the gnome.“I’m glad YOU’RE coming,” Evaristo says, forcibly. “Sounds like parties at the archbishop’s must go with one HELL of a swing...”Wren smiles as he realizes what is happening. “Well it appears the cleric has plans on this being a enjoyable evening. And I only drink for toasts, like that, my little friend. Though too many toasts in one evening, however, can be quite hazardous to one’s health!”“Yes, might as well enjoy ourselves now. We have much work to do soon,” says Lisanara.“I think you could bottle some of those up for later usage, Lisanara. Otherwise Evaristo might get a little too happy,” Feledar adds.“Perish the thought,” she says with a wink to the captain.“That, my little fruit bat, is kind of the idea!” says the gnome, dipping a finger in and tasting the vintage. “Oh and that drink you made for me...” Feledar suddenly says. “It was quite good.” He winks again to the gnome. “But don’t try to fool me like that again.”“Yeah!” says Evaristo with vigour, completley missing the wink, “Perhaps we should go into partnership!”“I create the recipes... you create the drinks!!!”Wren gives the gnome an odd look, and continues to drink his wine slowly, whilst Lisanara curls up on one of the chairs with Ella in her lap enjoying some attention from her mistress.“So, who’s missing?” asks Evaristo, sidling off to the biggest chair in the room yet again, and spreading himself out on it.</blockquote>

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