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« Reply #15 on: November 24, 2009, 04:58:20 AM »

What was WITH these people? One night on her own and she's fine, one morning with them and she could already feel a headache coming on from the confusion.

The answers to her question were encouraging: everyone had slept well, everything fine and dandy. Ta'las had even offered to find her a room more suited to her needs, though she had declined that offer with a giggle, saying that she was just fine in the big common room, sleeping by the banked fire - where would they find a room her size? She didn't really want to live in a mouse hole if she had anything to say about it.

But then the Storyteller had come back, and now she was just confused. Why did Ta'las warn her to keep an eye on him, as if he didn't entirely trust him? What was that about not being completely healed? He had his face back, didn't he? But he answered that question himself by admitting that he had to go back at sunset. Alright, so not healed yet.

Was that why he cried out then, in the middle of his story? But that couldn't be it either, because after promising not to tell anything else he seemed completely normal again, if a little subdued. And then Talia started asking questions, as if she wanted him to get another of those attacks! If anything had the strength to hurt him like that, it wouldn't hesitate to attack again if it noticed another breach.

So here she is, utterly confused. She hasn't even remembered to eat in all the goings-on. And anyway, all those breakfast stuffs are Bigfolk-sized. She only realises Capher has asked a question when everybody falls silent.

"No, I did not have breakfast yet." she answers, even as Inuya snuffles over to Talia's half-eaten plate to pick off the bacon. "I'll just take some things from here and then we can go. Not that I'll be much help, but there you have it. I doubt there'll be much Brownie-sized scrolls in that library." she jokes, even though she is half serious about not being any help. She's afraid that is going to be more of an obstacle as time goes by, especially now that she has lost her bow and arrows in the ferry.

Grabbing some smaller chunks of bread and cheese, she gets back on Inuya, announcing that she is ready to go.
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« Reply #16 on: November 25, 2009, 04:59:28 AM »

Terra's smile beams at Capher as a daughter would beam at seeing her beloved father well and up from his sick bed, her cheeks still holding color from the innuendo she and Talia be passing back and forth. As Capher is confronted with Talia tight embrace, an embrace that she was also compelled to give but would gladly yield to Talia, she shared a look with Ta'las, one that echoed some wordless concern for Capher and reassured with a squeeze of there hands. Ta'las leans toward Roosje and whispers something to her, though she could not hear the word she could hear concern in them but the tone was not quite right. Terra again exchanges a look of concern with the man she now loves without fear or reservation as Capher takes a seat and orders his morning meal as the waitress that had delivered their meal passes. She eats trying to muster the word that accompany her join of seeing him well, if not completely, and can't help share the vibrance of joy she feels this morning.

She listens happily to his tale and is about to correct him on a point of fighting skill when he suddenly cries out, deep concern comes to her features as she lets her eating instrument fall to her plate should be fall more distraught and need her. As suddenly as it had it ends with him apologizing for speaking of something he should not have, and tried to quickly change the subject, Terra could not speak through her blush of the sudden subject he chose, but is thankful Talia did not let him continue, though she seemed quite upset. She could only bring herself to place a comforting hand on Talia's shoulder, feeling quite embarrassed as if she were just asked by her father, and worse yet wondering what he might think of her.

Though still hot with her blush she looks to Ta'las and squeezes his hand as her cheeks cool, her special smile for only him spreading on her lips as Talia and Capher discuss what should be done as cooler minds set in. She listens and take in their words, though she releases herself to the moment and to Ta'las even as he engages Roosje. She love him without reservation, to fight by him and protect him in all the battles to come for as long as they both draw breath. Terra's last fear falls away as she reminds herself of the paths they walk, what they had done should not be a shame or dishonor to them, for they are warriors and must live and love with each breath they take, for tomorrow they way die and once the last breath is gone there is no time left to them.

Finally as she calms from the whirlwind of emotion, she take to her meal again, between mouthfuls she speaks.

"I do not know how much aid I would be to you in the library. Though I know I was taught to read, this has been lost to me, it may return in time as the brownies healing allows my mind to mend, but for now the words hold not meaning to me. It is as if at the point of giving them meaning my mind has separated preventing the words for arriving at their meaning across the chasm in thought."

She looks Ta'las first for his reaction, then to the others, before returning her gaze to Ta'las.

"Perhaps now it is only a matter of learning again what the words do mean."
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« Reply #17 on: November 25, 2009, 12:19:01 PM »

The Shendar smirks to himself, realising that he has assumed much he shouldn't have.  He thought only to help in the library, that one of the others would be able to read, for he had never been taught to do so.  Or rather, his mother-sister had tried to teach him to read, but he found it so utterly boring that he did not learn.  "I think it may take some time for what has happened to heal.  I do not understand magic well, but I do know that certain things take longer.  I will help in what ways I can," he says and returns her smile.  "As for reading myself, I am sorry, Lady Terra, but I think you would find me of little help, except to get books from shelves beyond your reach, as I have never learned how to read.  I did not think it a skill worth learning as a child, much to my mother-sister's disappointment."

He nods and smiles at Terra when he notices her blush.  "But yes, let us go."  Despite their need to finish this task, he would really rather return to their room in the inn.

Ta'las looks to Capher and says,  "with you there to coordinate us, I'm sure we will make best use of our time."  He rises and shoulders his pack.  "Capher, you can direct us to what books you would like us to get - you will have to do most of the reading.  Talia, Roosje, Terra and I can fetch whatever we can on the Sword of Fury, the Anvil, Runemaster Tris and his family."
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« Reply #18 on: December 02, 2009, 01:57:06 AM »

They all left the inn and headed for the library. It was an odd assortment of characters that greeted the librarian; an old white bearded man with a staff, two very young and pretty women, but with very different clothes and appearances. One had dark, almost Nor'sidian, hair that hung in one braid down her back and eyes and facial features that told the librarian that she was a Shendar, but there was something else about her that did not match her heritage. The other woman had flaming red hair and even though she was wearing a white dress the librarian knew he was looking at a Sophronian warrioress. He wondered if she knew what kind of heritage she had? Her left hand was snuggled in the only young man of the group who definately was Shendar. His bearing and manner was almost regal in some respects. It was the red fox upon which rode a white Brownie which was the most curious of all to the libriarian and those who had watched the group enter the library's doors. The libriarian gave a small, curteous bow to the old man. "Welcome master and to your friends as well. I am Paolus. What service can I be of you?" he asked.

Capher was examining the librarian with as much interest as he had with them. The librarian was Elven, up in his years, perhaps close to three or four hundred years old, Capher guessed, though his eyes were bright blue and showed keen intelligence. He wore a simple dark green robe with one exception; a small band of gold encircled the cuffs and hem. Capher was not sure whether he should just ask, in case there were unfriendly ears, ever since the ferry Capher had become more and more suspicious of those around him.

"Master Paolus, I thank thee for thy willingness to help, but we just came in to browse," Capher replied.

Paolus nodded. "Paolus, please. I have not yet attained Master status. When you are browsing I suggest that you go down four rows, turn into it go down three more rows, turn left and there you will find tomes and books of histories as well as legends of the Shendar, Sophronian, and even the Brownin races. Perhaps they would be of interest to you. In the meantime, if I can be of service, I shall be sitting up front. Please do not hesitate to come and find me."

Capher nodded and their group went walking toward the direction Paolus had suggested.

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The day went fast as Capher read some old tomes and books concerning the history of the Sophronian's and the Serpherlorian kingdom they had protected. Terra seemed very interested in the part of Sophronian women being the protectors of not only the kingdom, but the King herself and then when the throne passed onto men, the Sophronain women protected them. Capher knew that none of this was helping them find anything about the anvil, nor the Sword of Fury or the family tree of the Runemaster Tris, but it served its purpose as it helped speed up Terra's reading ability. Reading about something that interested you was always a plus, Capher knew. Talia had taken some tomes down to read about the Shendar and even Roosjie, with the help of Ta'las, found some tomes to read. Capher noticed that Ta'las was interested, but frustrated at the same time as he could not read, but he tried as Terra and Talia both tried to teach him.

They walked out of the library and already the shadows from the mountains were covering the streets. "My friends, I know that today we did not find anything that would help us in our quest, but I believe that by learning some of what your heritages are that it will make you all feel a bit better about yourselves, your peoples, traditions and history, that helped shape the world we live in now; even the Brownin had some very important contributions as well. I hope you all learned something today. Now that it is close to sunset I must leave you all. I will see you all tomorrow morning for breakfast," Capher said, just as a guard came toward them to escort Capher back to the Academy.

With hugs all around, including a very small one for Roosjie, Capher left and the rest returned to the inn for some supper and bed.
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« Reply #19 on: December 18, 2009, 02:50:18 AM »

The group returns to the Inn, the adventure of the day having done even more to lift their spirits though nothing was learned that would aid them directly in their current struggle. Still Terra heels a pit of sadness that Capher can't be with them to share it, for brief moments as they walk back to the in her thoughts drift to him, her memories of him guiding her, teaching her to once again hold meaning to words written, and in doing so teaching her about her people and where they came from. She finds herself understanding more her strong desire to protect Ta'las, having no king or kingdom to protect he is her world, the man she would share her life with, fight for and die for if she were called upon to do so.

Once all have arrived and settled at the Inn, ordering their evening meal, they speak of things they had learned. Terra draws herself close to Ta'las's side and tells him of the duties of the women from which she is descended. As their meals arrive they eat, talk and contemplate quietly, and slowly as the hour draws later they find themselves to their place of rest. Ta'las and Terra allowing the night to take them off to sleep as it may, waking by Injera as they had the previous morning, Terra looking back into the eyes of Ta'las and greeting his bidding for her to wake with her loving kiss.

"Good morning my love. I fear next we will have to leave the bed and find our friends."
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« Reply #20 on: January 06, 2010, 03:01:57 PM »

Dear Journal:  

Yesterday, I had the fortune of meeting someone here in Ximax.  Though, I do not know her name, she seems very nice.  She travels with another woman and two men; one old the other younger.  She caught me staring at her, letting my mind create stories again.  She invited me to meet Ahj Nivic.  I'm not entirely sure who that is.  It sounds like a man's name to me.  It must be her brother.  Or at least the man I thought was her brother.  He kind of looked like her.  Oh well, I'll find out soon enough.  I'll be heading down for breakfast soon.  Wish me luck!


Sondirra places the journal inside her bag, along with the rest of her writing materials.  She then plays with her hair, and smooths the material of her dress, trying to make herself look presentable.  She wants to make the right impression today, after that faux pas yesterday morning.  Taking the pewter water pitcher off her small night table, she uses it as an ad hoc mirror.  Satisfied, she puts down the pitcher and leaves the small room.

She makes her way downstairs only to find it as busy as it had been the day before.  Luckily, for her, there is a small table near the centre of the room that looks as though it had been abandoned.  She makes her way to it and sits down.  Making a face, she pushes to the other side of the table the plates of crumbs and dried egg.  Sweeping the last of the crumbs onto the floor, she swings her head about the room, searching for the exotic woman and Ahj Nivic.  A frown crosses her usually serene face as she sees none of the strangers that had caught her interest.

The waitress approaches, and Sondirra looks into her bag.  She bites her bottom lip, nervously.  Only a few coins left.  "I'll, uhm, just have a mug of water and a chunk of bread."  She really wasn't that hungry, anyway.

The waitress looks kindly on the young girl.  "Look, honey.  I talked to my husband about you, yesterday.  He says that if you can sew as good as you say, you can earn your keep by mending our clothes and other items around the inn."

Inside, Sondirra felt a wave of relief wash over her.  Writing wasn't garnering her any money, so maybe her family trade of tailoring might.  She had pleaded with this waitress yesterday.  Still, her pride would not let her admit to the woman just how close she had been to being sanless.  "Oh, that is great!  But, really, I'm not hungry this morning.  So, please, just water and bread.  If you bring your fabrics up to my room, I shall work on them this day.  I have needles, but may need extra thread, especially if you want the mending to match."

The waitress smiles.  "I'll bring you an egg, too, just in case."  She then leaves.

Inside, Sondirra breathes a slight sigh of relief as her stomach grumbles.
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« Reply #21 on: January 08, 2010, 02:24:56 AM »

Capher blinked as he stepped out of the Academy's front door into the bright early fall sunshine. Capher stretched and then realized he did not have his cane with him. He turned to knock on the door but noticed his balance and gait were much better. In reality, much better than he had in a few hundred years.

The spring in his step as he headed for the inn where his friends were undoubtedly awaiting his arrival was new and exciting. He passed a well with a bucket full of water sitting on its edge. He glanced into the water and was about to pass on when he suddenly stopped and looked again. His face was no longer wrinkled, but smooth as a dragon's eggshell. His eyes were large and bright and you could actually see the different colors in them. His eyebrows were a darker color and he was clean shaven: no beard!

He pulled back the cowl of his robe and he had a full head of dark reddish hair that flowed down to his shoulders. He looked at his hands and they too were unwrinkled, no age spots, and smooth. His fingers were very nimble as he did a simple exercise to touch each one to his thumb on each hand.

He continued on his way to the inn, almost skipping, tipping his head to ladies who passed him by as he went. He kind of felt like he did when he had taken that potion of Talia's in the desert after he had fooled Bium. He reached the inn's door, took ahold of the handle, pulled it open and then slowly shut it. How will his friends know him? He changed so much. Will they accept his new appearance? "I guess there is no time than the present to find out," he muttered as he pulled open the inn's door and entered in.

The inn was quite busy and all of the tables were filled except one with very pretty honey colored hair and sparkling blue eyes that seemed to inhale everything they looked at and at the moment she was just looking around the room with a quzzical look on her face as if she were looking for someone special. Probably her boyfriend, husband, or...someone else. Capher thought as he made his way to her table. He stopped next to her, pointed to a chair and asked politely. "Do you mind if I sit here? I am waiting for some friends and there just does not seem to be any room anywhere else."
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« Reply #22 on: January 08, 2010, 03:36:42 AM »

*rumble rumble*

Stop that!  I said I'm not hungry!  Still, the young woman from Onved cannot help but stare in the direction of the kitchen, as she waits for her bread (and egg!) to come.  It seemed to be taking so very long today, as her grumbling belly would attest to.  So intent is she on waiting for her breakfast, that when a man's voice comes from nearby, she is startled and jumps in her chair.  Her head whirls about to the stranger at her table.

"I-uh- I might be having guests," she says, trying to make an excuse, but telling lies was never one of her strong suits.  Still, it might not be a lie if the exotic woman, and Ahj Nivic, and their friends were to show up.  She can feel the colour rising to her cheeks, and the stranger's eyes seem to bore into hers, and she suspects that somehow he knows she is being less than honest.

"But, they probably won't show up, so sit down."  She knew she was going to regret this.  She could imagine his group showing up; a bunch of wild half-orc types with horrible manners and worse breath.

Still, he seemed harmless enough.  He looked normal.  Was he a mage?

A plate hitting the table in front of her causes her to jump again, letting out an excited "eep!" as a result.  Why was she so nervous today?  

"There ya go, Honey.  I dropped a bit of cheese there, too.  Mending is being put in your room right now by one of my kids.  When ya come down for supper, just bring what ya got."

The words "Thank you," barely have time to escape her lips before cheese is filling her mouth.  Oh, it tastes so good.

"Shombiwa."  She struggles hard to chew then swallow.  "Uhm, I mean Sondirra.  That's my name."  She sticks out a friendly, if not completely cheese free, hand.
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« Reply #23 on: January 08, 2010, 08:29:50 AM »

Talia opens her eyes and shuts them again. It is so nice to lie in a comfortable bed under a warm blanket. They have even taenish feathers in them, here in Ximax. What a treat! But then something else soft and warm comes to her mind and she jumps out of her bed. When has she looked after her Swing the last time? Yesterday morning? Oh, she will be upset, is all that Talia can think.

Quickly she sends a prayer to Baveras before washing her face . Putting on the clothes and braiding her hair takes only a few blinks. While running down the stairs to get to the stables to see her ai‘nuvic, she remembers a woman she has promised to show her animal partner. Maybe she is here again.

Yes, she is here, the large deep blue eyes are sitting in the middle of the room at a small table. But she has company, so Talia stops short before her swift steps carry her further. She does not want to disturb the breakfast of that woman nor her talk with that redhaired man.

She turns and hurries out of the room to see her ai‘nuvic. Swing is crotchety for Talia has not spent much time with her the last day.

„Come on, my dear, it was just a day,“ she murmurs in the dense fur of the beast while she caresses the area between the ears. „You don‘t know, when we will have again such a nice accommodation, be patient. Outside it will be cold, I tell you.“

While she spends some time with her animal, despite a grumbling stomach, the blue eyes come to her mind, and the man who was sitting  with her. There has been something familiar about him, but what?

Thoughtfully she goes back to the inn to have breakfast as well. Maybe the the love birds and Roosje will be there also already. Maybe the academy has released Capher again. Capher? On the doorsill to the main room she stops to look around. There is something trying to surface her mind, but she cannot grasp it. For a short moment she ponders, if she should go to Blue Eyes and her companion, but decides then against it, for the table would be too small for all of them anyway.
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« Reply #24 on: January 08, 2010, 11:34:03 AM »

Ta'las nods, still a little bleary eyed, and smiles at Terra.  "I suppose you are right, though I would much rather stay in with you than spend another day in the library."  The Shendar had never much cared for reading as a child, and he still found that as an adult it was a chore.  "However, if I am to spend another day among dusty old books and even more dusty old academics, I will need something to get me through the day."

He smiles and pulls Terra close, and then kisses her firmly on the lips. 

"There!  That will have to do until we are finished with today's work.  Then...."  He purposely doesn't finish what he had started to say, though he winks at Terra.  The Shendar jumps out of bed and dresses himself.  "I'm ready."  He holds out a hand to Terra.
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« Reply #25 on: January 09, 2010, 01:16:51 AM »

Terra swoons and presses to Ta'las' firm kiss, savouring the moment, and the exchange of their love. Perhaps their day will be filled with dusty books and dustier libraries, but in the back of her mind she is always mindful that even here there may yet be a battle. They may not live to spend the promised time together that was not put into words, and so she savours every moment together as if she knew it were their last. Smiling radiantly at the man she loves without reservation, giggling as he entertains her with his production of leaping to action as she slides gracefully from the bed. Taking every opportunity to steal a smooch or a kiss as they ready themselves for what may be. Once again she wears her white dress, encircled at the waist by her brown belt that holds her Moonblade firmly at her hip, and her brown boots. She gives him a deep kiss after his proclaimation that he is ready that make her giggle happily, and breaths against his lips.

"As am I my love."

Contently she slips her hand into his and waits the brief moment before Ta'las leads them to the common room where their friends should be.
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« Reply #26 on: January 09, 2010, 02:29:26 AM »

"I-uh- I might be having guests," she says.

Capher saw her blush and realized that perhaps she may or may not be telling the truth. Then after some after thought she says.

"But, they probably won't show up, so sit down."

Capher smiled at her and graciously took a seat. The more he looked at her the more he knew about her. She was young, much younger than he had first suspected and for some reason very nervous. Well wouldn't you be if some strange man asked to sit at your table? He asked himself.

A plate hitting the table in front of her causes her to jump again, letting out an excited "eep!" as a result.

Capher suppressed a smile.

"There ya go, Honey.  I dropped a bit of cheese there, too.  Mending is being put in your room right now by one of my kids.  When ya come down for supper, just bring what ya got," a waitress told her.

The young lady barely said thank you before a piece of cheese was almost being inhaled by her. She must be really hungry, Capher thought.

"Shombiwa."  She struggles hard to chew then swallow.  "Uhm, I mean Sondirra.  That's my name."  She sticks out a friendly, if not completely cheese free, hand.

Capher softly chuckled and took the outstretched hand. "Capher is my name. Pleased to meet you Sondirra." He caught the attention of the waitress who came back to the table. "An order of beef, plate of various fruits, dark bread and two large tankards of milk, one for myself and the other for the young lady, please," he ordered.

Capher looked at Sondirra. "I hope you do not mind me ordering the milk for you, but the way you are eating it would seem that you would have to have something to wash it down with besides water, besides milk tastes so much better. I do not mean to intrude but I heard the waitress say you were a seamstress. Is that right?" Capher asked.

While awaiting her reply Capher looked around the room and saw Talia come down the stairs, he was about to wave to have her come over but she disappeared outside. Probably taking care of Swing. She will be back soon, he thought as he turned his attention back to Sondirra. It was a very nice name, it rolled off the tongue eloquently. 

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« Reply #27 on: January 09, 2010, 07:15:58 AM »

Milk?  Oh, a cool tankard of milk would taste so good right now.  But, she couldn't.  She does not know this man across the table from her.  What does he want?  But, he does seem nice.  He doesn't look dangerous.  He actually looks friendly.

"Uhm... you don't have...er, thank you."  Sondirra purses her lips, and her nose twitches.  Will he get offended if she turns his generous offer down?  Best not to take any chances.  Besides, she is safe here in the middle of a crowded room.  And it would taste so good.

She is surprised when the gentleman (funny how he suddenly went from strange man to gentleman) asks her about being a seamstress.  She almost laughs.  "Oh, my goodness!  No.  I'm a writer!"  She holds her head up high, her pride showing.  She then shrugs.  "But, it seems more people need clothes mended than books to read.  Not that I have written any books, because I haven't yet.  Or any important papers."  Her enthusiasm suddenly dims somewhat.  "Or anything," she admits, "except my journal."  She shrugs again, "But, one day that might get published, if I find something worthwhile to write in it."  

She decides to trust him with her new found friend.  "I was hoping I was going to meet someone here this morning.  Not really sure of her name, but her brother's name is Ahj Nivic.  I think they are adventurers.  I think," she leans in conspiratorially and whispers, "I think they are after evil mages!"

Sondirra leans back in her chair, puffed up with bravado.  Somehow, just telling this man about the group she had seen makes her part of the group.  She now is one of those dashing heroes.  The fact that they have no idea who she is makes no never-mind.

From the corner of her eye, Sondirra spots the woman from yesterday.  Before she can stop herself, her hand shoots up in a wave of greeting.  That is when reality comes crashing in on her and Sondirra lowers her hand slowly, like an air bladder with a slow leak, and her arm and her heart deflate and wilt.  She is simply making a fool of herself.

Worse, Ahj Nivic and his true love just enter the room as well.  All of them can now think her the fool.  Only one missing is their dog.  

Er, fox.
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« Reply #28 on: January 09, 2010, 10:24:16 PM »

Roosje has again spent the night in the common room, though this time it had not been as unnoticed as before. She had had to convince Talia that yes, she really would feel better in an open room with a banked fire than locked in a room where she could not open the door.

By the time the room starts to fill up in the morning, she is wide awake and ready for another day, even if she still has not figured out how much help she really is for the others. She is hopeful though, that today something might come to her. After a while, she wakes up Inuya and readies her for another day, expertly tying the ropes in such a way that the fox would not be hindered by them. With a quick hug for the animal, she mounts and looks around for her friends.

She is just in time to see Talia's long braid disappearing out the door. Where might she be going without actually having breakfast first? Probably not far, so she should be back soon enough. Then she looks to the stairs and sees Ta'las and Terra come down. She waits quietly in her corner to see where the two will sit down. Time enough to join them once they've chosen a seat - though that might prove a harder task than one would expect. Almost every seat in the common room is taken. This must be a very popular place, for travellers and locals alike.
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« Reply #29 on: January 12, 2010, 01:35:50 AM »

"Uhm... you don't have...er, thank you." Sondirra finally says.

She almost laughs. Then continues on quite excitedly.  "Oh, my goodness!  No.  I'm a writer!"  She holds her head up high, her pride showing.  She then shrugs.  "But, it seems more people need clothes mended than books to read.  Not that I have written any books, because I haven't yet.  Or any important papers."  Her enthusiasm suddenly dims somewhat.  "Or anything," she admits, "except my journal."  She shrugs again, "But, one day that might get published, if I find something worthwhile to write in it."

Capher genuinely smiles at her. He likes her voice, so full of youthful enthuriasim and optimism; ready for life and adventure and writing about it, much like he started out over, what year is it, now a small voice asked in his head. He did not know. So many years had passed and gone that he had forgotten. He could ask Sondirra, but she might think him a bit ignorant for not knowing. He decided to ask Talia or one of the others in a more quiet place.

She speaks. "I was hoping I was going to meet someone here this morning.  Not really sure of her name, but her brother's name is Ahj Nivic.  I think they are adventurers.  I think," she leans in conspiratorially and whispers, "I think they are after evil mages!"

Capher's brows furrowed. Ahj Nivic? What an unusual name? A brother of a woman who are adventurers and Sondirra thinks they are after evil mages. Capher went silent as his brain sifted through a myriad of possibilites of who Sondirra might have met or...perhaps meant? They were too numerous. He realized he would have to have to have time to think.

Capher saw Terra and Ta'las come down the stairs. What do I do now? If I just leave Sondirra and go to them, and we leave then it would be rude, but it could save this young ladies life...perhaps. On the other hand, was there not something in the poem about "innocence or innocent" could Sondirra be whom the poem was speaking of? Too many questions and not enough time. Make up your mind quck, Capher!

Capher quickly decided. He stood and waved at Terra and Ta'las. He then noticed Roosjie on Inyua and waved at her too to come join them. Suddenly he saw Talia enter back into the inn. He waved to her as well.  He looked at the table and realized that the table would not fit them all. Far at the back of the room there were two tables that were becoming unoccupied as those who had been there had finished their breakfasts and were leaving.

"Sondirra some of my friends have arrived and unfortunately this table is much too small for all of us, so I see a couple of tables in the back that I am going to commandeer until they all come over. You are welcome to join us. I am sure my friends would be interested in meeting you and you them. No pressure, but I would be extremely pleased if you come and join us." Capher said, as he left and went to the tables waving to Terra and Ta'las, Roosjie and Talia to join him.

He stood near the tables awaiting his friends but thinking about Sondirra, who was her friend and brother's friend that were adventurer's? Were they really after evil mages, or after him? And a certain stanza, of a certain poem, given by a certain person, concerning a very special person.



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