(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VII

[LogicsFate]

Elise bursts into the tavern mere minutes later carrying a large sack of misc. objects that clang and bump each other HI EVERYONE she nearly bowls Lasair over with a running hug THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU Bounding to her already procured room Elise shouts back BYE EVERYONE I'LL BE BACK AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!

 

[Rystil Arden]

"No problem Elise, these gold coins mean very little to me, and it will be worth it to see your beautiful and colourful new friend!"

 

[ajanders]

"No problem Elise, these gold coins mean very little to me, and it will be worth it to see your beautiful and colourful new friend!"

"Can we return to the "not poison" aspect of poison juice?"
Michael looks around the table.
"If this was poison, I'd be dead! Do I look dead?"
He looks at Vanitri.
"I'm not dead, am I?"

 

[Patlin]

"Hmm." Ironwolf inspects Michael closely. "I suppose I'd have to agree you're not dead. Though one can never be sure.... However, you should be aware that mild poisons are easilly survived. I've heard it said that certain Clerical spells which protect from poison also prevent a man from becoming drunk. How could that be if alchohol was not a poison?"

 

[ajanders]

"Hmm." Ironwolf inspects Michael closely. "I suppose I'd have to agree you're not dead. Though one can never be sure.... However, you should be aware that mild poisons are easilly survived. I've heard it said that certain Clerical spells which protect from poison also prevent a man from becoming drunk. How could that be if alchohol was not a poison?"

"That's the bad stuff!"
Michael nods affirmatively.
"When we ma' mead back at home, we always scrape' out the jugs and boiled tham so they were hijink--hegemon---really clean. An then we put clean fresh fruit an' honey in em. But you go see some a' the neighbors an you don' know what kind of garbage they use."
He shudders.
"Ol' man about fi' miles said he use the same jug for 17 years and just refresh the stuff when it gets low. Now that would be poison."
He grins and raises his mug.
"But this's the good stuff. No poison here. I check..."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Did you check with one of those Detect Poison magics? I'm fairly sure that it would signal the presence of poison in the poison-juice."

 

[ajanders]

"Did you check with one of those Detect Poison magics? I'm fairly sure that it would signal the presence of poison in the poison-juice."

"Dint prepare one s'morning. Dint prepare comprehend lanjes either. 'S okay. No harm done. But tomorrow, preparing comprend lanjes. We talk an I understand words commin' outyer mouth."
Michael looks gloomily at his mug.
"'Snot your fault. 'Smy fault. Jus a kid froma farm tryna do good. Jus shoulda followed Earth an stone, but read the parboil--parbolble--story about the stonecutter's wishes an hadda be clever."
Michael rummages in his pouch and pulls out a finger-sized chunk of red stone.
"San'stone, see?"
He holds it up vaguely in front of Lasair and anyone else interested.
"S'made of little tiny grains of sand. Li'l teenytinyeensyweensy grains of sand."
He holds up his thumb and forefinger, nearly touching them together to illustrate how small.
"Whass one grain of san' do? Not much, thas for sure."
He mimes dropping the invisible grain of sand on the table and flails at it with a finger, demonstrating the puny resistance of a grain of sand--especially an imaginary one.
"But you get a lot of them together and stick'em tight an you get thisstone."
He waves the sandstone around to illustrate his point.
"Bigger. Stronger. Heavier."
He drops the stone on his hand. "Owie... thats on my blisser."
He takes a sip from his mug to dull the pain.
"So I said I'd be the glue sticking together san."
Michael looks at Lasair. It seems rather unfair their should be two of them now. He's getting outnumbered by Lasairs and he doesn't have that many comprehend languages spells.
"An I canneven do that, cos I don know anything about wha you say."
A big tear rolls down one cheek and plops into the mug.
Michael takes a sip.
"Wait minnit. You mi be right. S'stuff tastes salty now. S'strange."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh Michael, don't cry! I am sorry! Have I said something bad? Do I have more zij towards you? How can I repay it?"

 

[ajanders]

"Oh Michael, don't cry! I am sorry! Have I said something bad? Do I have more zij towards you? How can I repay it?"

"See, thiss why I need comprend langes. Whass zij? S'like zvashh?"
Michael focuses his attention a little more carefully, because he needs to pay close attention to this.
He focuses intently on the Lasair on the left, because she's less blurry.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Lasair laughs.*

"No, silly! Zij is just the debt of honour that you incur to someone."