You travel a very short distance inn. This inn, located conveniently at the crossroads of three cultures and three distinct geographic regions, demonstrates this diversity in its interior decor and structure; the fundamental shape of room is hexagonal - betraying traditional elven formality in favour of the space efficiency that characterises human design. The elven formality, however, is invoked with an extravagant stairway, two exquisite mosaics dominating the walls, and a beautifully-designed marble floor. Completing the room is furniture- ornamented chairs and tables. Two signs are mounted behind an elongated bar counter. There are some candles. Four of the six candles are lit. There is one obvious exit: out. A copper coin. Delmon sitting on a table, Isha'el sitting on a table, Mahrkusha, Ulfmoor sitting on a chair, Ziminiar and a light-haired willowy female half-elf sitting on a table.

Ulfmoor tells you in Common: Hey there! Heard the latest rumour?

Ziminiar rubs the stump of his cut-off hand.

Mahrkusha hisses at you.

You hum the melody of 'Four seasons'.

Isha'el looks at the 2. sign.

You sing a false tone. But you keep singing.

You stop singing 'Four seasons'.

The audience throws pieces of food at you.

Isha'el looks at you.

Hmmmmm.

Isha'el goes hmmmm.

Delmon looks at you.

Isha'el sings in Quenya: you...

Delmon stand up from the first table.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf looks at the second sign.

Light-haired willowy female half-elf sitting on a table. She has emerald eyes. She has normal long brown hair. She is short and skinny for a half-elf. She looks beautiful. She is in good shape. She is extremely alert. She is wearing a large leather backpack, a pair of soft fleece boots, a pair of thick leather trousers, a plain ring, a studded leather cap and a thick leather shirt.

Isha'el asks you in Quenya: tell me Human, do you understand my tongue?

The light-haired willowy female half-elf sings in Common: Elven milk would be fine

Isha'el nods thoughtfully to the light-haired willowy female half-elf.

You tell Isha'el in Quenya: Yes, I do.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf looks at you.

Delmon peers slighly at you.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: Then sit and join us... if you would sit with me that is.

Delmon sits down on the first table.

Isha'el gets a gold coin and three silver coins from his trousers.

Isha'el buys a goblet of Elven Milk.

You ask Isha'el in Quenya: What is the occassion?

Isha'el gives a goblet of Elven Milk to a light-haired willowy female half-elf.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf smiles at Isha'el.

Delmon looks at the sign 2.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf thanks Isha'el.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: You have been invited, need you a special occasion to accept?

Isha'el nods slightly to the light-haired willowy female half-elf.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf looks at the drink.

You emote: Vargrahim scratches his chin.

Delmon looks at you.

You utter in Quenya: I don't drink..

Hmmmmm.

Delmon frowns.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf whispers something to Delmon.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: Fair enough, I never offered to buy you one.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf blushes.

Isha'el smiles amusedly at you.

Delmon laughs.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: I would have you sit, I would speak with you.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: You neednt accept if you do not wish it.

Delmon tells you in Common: Sit with us elves... and halfelf!

Isha'el nods solemnly to you.

Delmon grins at the light-haired willowy female half-elf.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf grins.

Light-haired willowy female half-elf sitting on a table. She has emerald eyes. She has normal long brown hair. She is short and skinny for a half-elf. She looks beautiful. She is in good shape. She is extremely alert. She is wearing a large leather backpack, a pair of soft fleece boots, a pair of thick leather trousers, a plain ring, a studded leather cap and a thick leather shirt.

Hmmmmm.

Delmon asks you in Common: Are you so proud?

Isha'el motions for Delmon not to be abrasive.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf looks at you.

Delmon is a black-eyed young male elf. He has black eyes. He has short black hair. He is of normal height and lean for an elf. He looks handsome. He is in good shape. He is extremely alert. He is wearing a black leather robe, a left warglove, a pair of black leather boots, a right leather gauntlet and a wide leather belt (with one sheath attached to it).

You ask Delmon in Quenya: Proud?

Delmon puts his hands up in the air.

Isha'el tells Delmon in Quenya: Im sure the honorable Crusader has his reasons.

Isha'el looks at you.

Isha'el sings in Quenya: he might even share them with us

The light-haired willowy female half-elf blanches a bit at the mention of "Crusader".

Isha'el looks at you.

You utter in Quenya: There is plenty of reasons I must not join you.

Delmon laughs slightly.

Isha'el sings in Quenya: So I take it you know who I am...

You nod slightly.

You utter in Quenya: Isha'el Silverarrow, former shadow lurker, now wanted for theft. Correct?

Isha'el sings in Quenya: Is it safe to assume that you knew my identity that day in the Marketplace of Arborea as well?

Isha'el sings in Quenya: former shadow lurker?

Isha'el smiles amusedly.

Delmon looks at Isha'el.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: Dont believe everything your dwarf friend accuses many of.

You utter in Quenya: To be quite honest, I have reasons to belive him.

Delmon whispers something to the light-haired willowy female half-elf.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: Am I wrong, or did you know whom I was that day?

Isha'el runs his fingers through his very long hair.

Isha'el flips his hair.

Delmon ponders the situation.

You utter in Quenya: I have a single duty..

The light-haired willowy female half-elf whispers something to Delmon.

You utter in Quenya: .. and I do my best.

Isha'el looks at you.

You ask Isha'el in Quenya: Do you know what my orders are?

Delmon stand up from the first table.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: I cannot presume... but as I am not a wanted criminal in any land nor accused of any crime...

Isha'el sings in Quenya: as a Crusader I can only assume you mean to kill me

Isha'el asks you in Quenya: would you not much prefer a drink?

Delmon tells you in Common: If you want to harm Isha'el, you will have to kill me as well.

Isha'el tells Delmon in Quenya: Please dont.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf starts moaning.

Delmon is a black-eyed young male elf. He has black eyes. He has short black hair. He is of normal height and lean for an elf. He looks handsome. He is in good shape. He is extremely alert. He is wearing a black leather robe, a left warglove, a pair of black leather boots, a right leather gauntlet and a wide leather belt (with one sheath attached to it).

You laugh slightly.

Isha'el tells Delmon in Quenya: The less blood the better.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf sings in Quenya: All I wanted was a bit of cala a to explore onde forest

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: I ask you not to harm the others.

You tell Isha'el in Quenya: While your company would most likely be amusing, I would not break two rules at the same time.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf sings in Quenya: Why are itel taking him?

The light-haired willowy female half-elf sings in Quenya: I ved not celrimili

The light-haired willowy female half-elf stand up from the first table.

You emote: Vargrahim discretely holds his nose.

You tell Isha'el in Quenya: My superiors haven't settled, for the matter.

You tell Isha'el in Quenya: One wants you dead on sight, another think you had yours.

You tell Isha'el in Quenya: By now you would have noticed I did not yet lay my hand on my arms.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf whispers something to Delmon.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: Yes, I assumed you were waiting for help.

Isha'el smiles wryly at you.

Delmon nods to the light-haired willowy female half-elf.

You grin slightly.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf whispers something to Delmon.

Delmon ponders the situation.

You utter in Quenya: I take it you have not much thought for me.

Delmon shrugs slightly.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: I know nothing of you sir Crusader... apart from the interesting robe you wear.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf whispers something to Delmon.

Isha'el asks you in Quenya: do you claim lineage from the Arborean Nobles?

Isha'el asks you in Quenya: or do you merely like to dress the part?

Delmon snickers.

Delmon sits down on the first table.

Isha'el looks at you.

Delmon looks at you.

You tell Isha'el in Quenya: The eyes of Evren.. It was a gift. My history is not as noble as that of an Arborean lord, but so is my cause.

Isha'el goes hmmmm.

Isha'el sings in Quenya: to here the mother's name spoken from your lips is an awkward thing...

Delmon looks at Isha'el.

Isha'el sings in Quenya: still, I dont sense you meant offense

Isha'el sings in Quenya: perhaps you are merely misguided

The light-haired willowy female half-elf looks at Isha'el.

Delmon asks Isha'el in Common: You follow Evren?

You tell Isha'el in Quenya: Now you lost me.

Isha'el smiles amusedly at you.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: No need for worry.

Isha'el tells Delmon in Quenya: I pay homage to all the gods.

Delmon asks in Common: All?

Delmon ponders the situation.

Isha'el tells Delmon in Quenya: But the Mother and the Father take precedence.

Delmon frowns.

Isha'el asks Delmon in Quenya: are we to turn this into a religious study?

Delmon tells Isha'el in Common: Later.

Isha'el tells Delmon in Quenya: I can certainly accomodate you... though I fear our Human friend would be put awry.

Delmon tells Isha'el in Common: I will have to talk about Asral.

Delmon grins slightly.

Delmon sings in Common: But later

Isha'el smiles slightly.

Delmon looks at you.

Isha'el goes hmmmm.

Isha'el asks you in Quenya: if you do not mean to take my head.... and you do not mean to share my drink...

Isha'el asks you in Quenya: why do you still stand here?

Isha'el looks at you curiously.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf sings in Quenya: I would be vol grateful ki you'd leave ar head for sel

The light-haired willowy female half-elf nods to you.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf sings in Quenya: I have quite a ras questions I'd like to ask him

The light-haired willowy female half-elf smiles innocently.

Delmon looks at you.

You tell Isha'el in Quenya: I was going to ask the name of your half-elven friend, yet I'm not sure if I am to soil my memory with such nonsense..

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: Save yourself the strenuous work and leave.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf chuckles.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: We will forgive you.

Delmon laughs.

Isha'el smiles friendly at you.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf looks at you.

You tell Isha'el in Quenya: We both know where they come from. Yourself and your friend on the side should know. But please do not misinterpret me, it is nothing personal.

Isha'el raises his eyebrow.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf frowns.

Isha'el sings in Quenya: Im afraid it is I who is now lost...

Delmon tells you in Common: I know, and I do not care. What I have seen of Isha'el has been nothing but good.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf sings in Quenya: I'm too cel to rach anything

You tell the light-haired willowy female half-elf in Quenya: Perhaps we must introduce after all.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf shrugs.

You introduce yourself as: Sir Vurgenthal, warrior of Evren.

Isha'el goes hmmmm.

The light-haired willowy female half-elf introduces herself as: Lyrael.

Lyrael blinks.

You utter in Quenya: Lyrael..

Lyrael is a light-haired willowy female half-elf. She has emerald eyes. She has normal long brown hair. She is short and skinny for a half-elf. She looks beautiful. She is in good shape. She is extremely alert. She is wearing a large leather backpack, a pair of soft fleece boots, a pair of thick leather trousers, a plain ring, a studded leather cap and a thick leather shirt.

You ask Lyrael in Quenya: Perhaps you can tell me where you come from, then? I have my thoughts already.

Lyrael sings in Quenya: I'm sorry sir, I am having trouble understanding glar words

Isha'el smiles wryly.

Isha'el looks at the 2. sign.

Isha'el buys a goblet of Elven Brandy.

Delmon tells you in Common: You should not ask about history.

You snicker.

You tell Lyrael in Quenya: Of course, how silly of me.

Isha'el sniffs at the goblet.

Isha'el looks unimpressed.

Isha'el drinks from a goblet of Elven Brandy.

Isha'el looks out.

You ask Lyrael in Common: Perhaps you could tell me where you are from?

Isha'el whispers something to Delmon.

Lyrael tells you in Common: May I ask you a question before I respond sir?

Delmon laughs loudly.

You nod slightly to Lyrael.

Lyrael tells you in Common: Do you ask for polite conversation, or am I being interrogated?

You emote: Vargrahim scratches his chin.

Delmon whispers something to Isha'el.

Isha'el shrugs slightly at Delmon.

You tell Lyrael in Common: If anyone is being interrogated, I would say it is me. Just tell me who your mother and father is, that should suffice.

Delmon asks you in Common: What?

Delmon laughs.

Lyrael tries to hide a slow blush creeping over her features.

Delmon asks in Common: Why do you need to know her parents?

Isha'el whispers something to Delmon.

Isha'el looks at you.

Isha'el goes hmmmm.

Isha'el sings in Quenya: I must admit it is a rather strange question...

Lyrael says in an almost rasped whisper, "I do not know sir.".

You smile slightly.

Lyrael sings in Common: If you will all excuse me

Lyrael sings in Common: It's..been interesting

Lyrael stands and curtsies stiffly.

Lyrael drops a goblet of Elven Milk.

Lyrael leaves out.

You emote: Vargrahim scratches his chin.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: Well, you've proved yourself as charming as your brethren... havent you.

Delmon looks at the door dumbly.

Delmon glares at you.

Isha'el tells Delmon in Quenya: Perhaps you should see to the lady.

You utter in Common: Soil comes from the earth, doesn't it?

Isha'el nods slightly to you.

Isha'el sings in Quenya: some would rather think ourselves a bit better than dirt

You utter in Common: So haven't I commit a mistake?

Isha'el stand up from the first table.

Isha'el shrugs slightly.

Delmon tells you in Common: You're an idiot thats all!

A male halfling voice shouts in Common: Fish, fresh fish! Every fish just two silvers!

Isha'el looks at Delmon.

Isha'el shakes his head in disagreement to Delmon.

Isha'el tells Delmon in Quenya: Control yourself please...

Delmon sings in Common: I'm not saying anymore!

You utter in Common: Elven manners have progressed, I see.

Isha'el tells Delmon in Quenya: Perhaps you should go see to your friend.

You smile ironically.

Delmon stand up from the first table.

Delmon looks out.

Isha'el tells you in Quenya: We grow too human everyday... trust me I weep.

Isha'el looks out.

Isha'el gracefully leaves out.

Delmon gracefully leaves out.

-- GojiN - 25 Jun 2008