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Author Topic: Chapter One - The Party  (Read 23335 times)
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« Reply #15 on: December 04, 2008, 12:09:04 PM »

Startled by the approach of a rather rotund butler, Jenlyn was brought back a bit to the reality of her presence here. Smiling brightly at the man as she gathered herself, the outlandish din of a derogatory tone from nearby patrons rang frivolously over her ears. Feigning a nonchalant disregard for the trivial banter flowing from the obviously trophy guests, Jen gracefully curtsied towards the butler. “I should have known that Lord Ranskjun would not want me to dine amongst the commoners.” A whimsical gleam rolled over the warrior’s metallic gaze as she held an arm out to the butler.

When the butler took Jenlyn’s arm and began to lead her towards the Eagle dining room the Remusian peered over an armored shoulder towards the tart tongued aristocrats. “I shall be sure to let Lady Shiana know that her choice of colors went out with your grandmother.” Hardly able to hold back the giggles Jen hastily pushed the butler out the entranceway. True she did not know Lady Shiana but she was sure those guests knew the name of the Princess of Sarvonia. With a spriteful grin she looked at the butler before bursting into uncontrolled sniggers.

Tears streaming down pallid cheeks whilst a mailed hand brushed them aside, Jenlyn stared at the butler through clouded eyes. “And you sir, I shall not have you bowing to me, I am not royalty or anything near such.” Gingerly removing her hand from his arm and falling into stride beside him. With nonchalance the Remusian began to go over herself, checking to make sure everything was in place. For a few blinks she pondered combing her hair once again, yet before she could make up her mind the butler was opening a door. The man seemed to be neither uncomfortable nor impressed with Jen’s antics as he made his announcement. “Welcome to the Eagle Hall Ma’am, please wait inside for Lord Ranskjun. He shall be along in due time.”

Inhaling deeply and putting on a military demeanor Jenlyn stepped into the room. None of the grandeur was lost in this place, a scintillating chandelier was poised overhead, lavish furniture balanced in perfection around a polished table that was filled to the brim with every provision imaginable. Metallic eyes scanned the room intensely as the warrioress sought a seat about the feast. Quickly taking note of those already present, one was a dwarf; although Jen had little contact with them as a people she did know they were often quiet. Second was an odd looking creature, not so dissimilar from a goblin in appearance, yet still diverse in some unmistakable way. Lastly was a human undeniably of Centoraurian descent, elderly evident in the tinge of gray prominently displayed in his locks.

The Remusian hastily decided the dwarf would probably be the least adverse to be seated alongside. With practiced ease the warrioress slipped the quiver of arrows from her shoulder and hung it upon the back of the chair infront of her. Expertly taking the longbow from her other plated shoulder she unstrung it and leaned it against the back the seat. Casting the dwarf a pearly white smile and a nod, nor’sidian locks cascaded in a stream about her pallid countenance. Jenlyn slid into the chair with a grate of steel across wood. Unsnapping the clasps of her gauntlets she removed them from her calloused digits and placed them on the floor. Frivolously the scarred fingers rose to brush stay locks to respite behind her ears before reaching out and grasping a crystalline goblet.

Taking the decanter in one hand she filled the goblet to the brim and lifted her gaze to the others already seated. “Good evening, a toast to each of you for your safe arrival?” Fyrite hued lips parted into a hearty grin as she raised the glass with brandy to everyone. Without pause the warrior sipped the powerful drink delicately.   
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« Reply #16 on: December 05, 2008, 12:09:25 AM »

Oknand had only just finished making his offer of brandy to the well-dressed gentleman, when the door opened once again.  This time a short, unusual-looking guest made her entrance.  She was obviously overwhelmed by the array of food on display, (though, in Oknand’s opinion, it was a perfectly average offering).  “Poor thing,” the elderly butler thought to himself, “looks like she hasn’t eaten good food in, well, ever!”

   “Please, be seated.” he said to her, using his friendliest tone.  “And allow me to fetch you a drink.  Wine, perhaps?  We have a fine Cheniar, which is simply delightful.”
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« Reply #17 on: December 05, 2008, 05:00:10 AM »

Ylva nervously examined the people around her, as Jasslen lead her through the crowd of party-goers all dressed in their finery. Several of the men stared quite openly at the young honey haired woman, who appeared oblivious to attention she was drawing. Or she's just grown so used to the attention that it doesn't bother her anymore. Ylva tried not to feel envious at the servant, even though she is...taller than me...curvier than me....no...must not feel envious...As she was thinking this, a rather drunk and potbellied gentleman skulked up to Jasslen and issued some sort of invitation. Jasslen seemed to ignore the man completely, instead she walked quicker and stated very loudly and firmly to Ylva, “This way, m'lady.”

Ylva frowned, only in her youth had people been that polite to her, “Please, don't use that term. Makes me sound....”As if I actually suit the necklace and dress I'm wearing?-I don't. As if I come from a prestigious family?-I do....I guess, though a blacksmith's daughter isn't exactly wealthy or distinguished in this culture..... “It don't suit me, just call me Ylva?”

Jasslen frowned, but nodded, unable to say no. They ascended a grand set of oak stairs. Ylva smiled a rather eccentric looking grin, “Right, and I call you Yas-len? That your name? How do you like working for Mr Rank-yun?” Damn I should be able pronounce their names right!

  Jasslen seemed uneasy at being questioned, “It is fine, m'la.....Yl......Miss Rasmussan.....” The servant seemed unable to call her by her first name. Ylva raised one rather dark bushy eyebrow at her, “I'm a bit too old to be referred to as Miss.” Her matron voice was starting to show through. Jasslen again looked nervous. The strange lady walking behind her sounded serious, yet the smirk on her face showed that she wasn't.They reached a sombre looking wooden door with a eagle motif, “Just through there, Miss Rasmussan.” Jasslen said as she smiled at her and held the door open. Ylva sighed, quickly smoothing down her dress, before making her way into the dining room where several other figures were already seated. Ylva's eyes scanned the room. A dwarf, some sort of halfling creature, a Centoraurian man, in his forties? And....

“Good evening, a toast to each of you for your safe arrival?” And a young mercenary women. No drink in her hand to toast with, the healer simply smiled gently and found herself a seat. The food on the table didn't startle her, though it did bring back memories of when her family had had feasts, I wonder if I could ask for some warg meat....
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« Reply #18 on: December 05, 2008, 01:20:53 PM »

A man dressed in black stood before the house of Jorn Ranskjun , he was Malavon , the Wizard´s Bane some call him , the hunter of mages...
Looking at the invitation , Malavon smirked , usually he would scorn such parties , he was a man of action , but Jorn and him were not strangers , Mal owned his life to Jorn , years ago , probably five or six , Malavon was hired to hunt a mage , a young inexperienced mage his employer said , Mal was betrayed ...
The mage was waiting for him and before Malavon could do anything he was injured , with little choice but to flee , he found himself on a alley where he fainted .

When he awoke , finds himself on a luxurious bed , with a small and rotund man smiling at him , the man adressed him " Well then my friend it seems you are finally awaken , for three days you lingered between life and death , you must be a remarkable man to sustain such injuries and not dying ..."
Malavon later found out that the man was Jorn Ranskjun , a wealthy merchant that chance wanted was passing near the alley where Malavon fainted and treated him , on that day Malavon made a promise to Jorn , in return of his kindness , whenever he need Malavon , he and his blade would be at his service whatever the risks and costs ...

Soon after Malavon left , never hearing again from Jorn , until now ,where somehow he found that Mal was in town , the reason of such invition was a mystery since Malavon was sure that was not invited to mingle with the high society , no Jorn must have other idea on his mind , walking towards the door , Malavon looked at the butler , a large man , looking more a bodyguard that a servant , with a emotionless  voice Mal said " My name is Malavon Despana , I have received this invitation from your master.."
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« Reply #19 on: December 05, 2008, 01:29:56 PM »

Rhia suppressed a feeling of excitement as she approached Garnut and Jorn Ranksjun's estate. Her mind whirled with anticipation, but she somehow managed to keep a stately gait. Everything looks lovely, she grinned to herself. Just like Uncle Jorn to have the best decorations money can buy.

She paused at a few tall, concealing bushes. Smoothing out wrinkles in her dress's bodice and waist, she looked herself over. Not too shabby, she decided. A troubadour didn't make an exceedingly large income so of course she had no money to spend on extras, but there was no doubt that she looked nice tonight. The deep red of her calf-length, belted dress set off her dark brown hair rather nicely. The bodice fit her well, but did not reveal anything -...which my parents would like, Rhia thought a tad darkly- and the skirt flared a bit. She bit her lip at her worn leather shoes. They did match her dress, but they were quite worn and threadbare. She hoped no one would be looking at her feet besides herself. I am ready, she thought, running a hand through her smooth hair. Luckily she had had another chance to comb it before the party, so it too looked nice.

Rhia unsheathed, then resheathed her R'unorian dagger firmly at her waist, took a breath or two -or three, or four- to calm her nerves (who had decided to leap about like a drunken squirrel), and approached the butler, Garnut, whose back was to the party.
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« Reply #20 on: December 05, 2008, 09:57:22 PM »

Royce grimaced a little as the large woman pinched him on his buttock.  Now that's gonna leave a mark, he thought wryly.  He politely waited until the door closed before he reached back and gently massaged the area that she so brutishly assailed.

At the invitation for a R’unorian brandy, Royce shook his head.  No, he should stick to water.  If he started on the brandy, he wasn't completely confident that he would stop before he got too drunk to function.  No, alcohol would not be part of tonight's festivities.  "Yes, I would love a glass.  Make it a double."   Dammit!

With the first taste of the fiery liquid to his lips, Royce watched as other guests were led into the room that initially only held him, the butler and a reclining dwarf.  He raised his glass in a silent salute to the dwarf, who also was partaking in the brandy.

As the others were shuffled in, Royce couldn't help but be a little bemused at the assembled group.  Very diverse bunch they were.  What was Ranksjun up to?  Surely, this was no ordinary business proposal.  Then what?

He was momentarily distracted from his thoughts by the beautiful warrior woman proposing a toast to them all.  He raised his own glass high.  "Well said, my dear."  He finished the last of the wonderful drink in his glass.  No more, he told himself sternly, even as he crossed the floor to where the decanter sat.  He berated himself harshly, even as quivering fingers poured another.
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« Reply #21 on: December 06, 2008, 02:54:44 AM »

“Please, be seated, and allow me to fetch you a drink.  Wine, perhaps?  We have a fine Cheniar, which is simply delightful.”
Fionn smiled grimly to herself as she jumped and kicked to get into the chair the servant had offered her. But it was a comfortable chair. She crossed her legs and shrugged off her coat, slinging it over the arm of the chair. All this she did whilst wondering what “Cheniar” was. She’d had wine before, and found it quite nice, but would it make her ill? Her belly grumbled, and the smell of the food made her mouth water. It tasted stale – I’ve not eaten today. Yuk.
“Yes, please, but, um only a little.” She held up her finger and thumb a few nailsbreadths apart, and smiled sheepishly. Was she being rude? he seemed a nice man, and she hoped he wouldn’t mind.

Looking down, she smoothed the fabric of her dress. She’d had it since she was a child, and it fit like a glove. Made of stolen pale green spilk, and sequinned with tiny fragments of water dragonfly wings, so it glittered wherever the light hit it, Fionn felt she was justified in being proud of herself, of her people, whenever she wore it.
It was the prettiest thing she owned.

Looking up, she saw that more guests had joined the party. She felt her eye widen in curiosity as she gazed around the room. They seemed a fairly mixed bunch. Unconsciously, her hand went to the kaimun scale talisman at her neck, as she watched to see who would turn up next.
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« Reply #22 on: December 06, 2008, 09:03:12 AM »

"Good evening, Garnut. Very nice to see you again," Rhia said to herself. Practicing. The first impression, she knew, was always important, and even if it wasn't the first time she had met the butler, it was the first time she'd seen him in a very long time- her parents, as merchants, had traded with Jorn Ranksjun a lot, and had ended up quite good friends, but they'd stopped taking those expensive visits to Uncle Jorn's place quite some time ago. Rhia wasn't even sure if her parents were still in contact with Jorn- she hoped not; they (especially Mother) would not approve of Uncle Jorn's consenting for her to do this. But then, Mother didn't approve of anything her Rhia did.

"Very nice to see you again..." She made a tsking sound. Too pompous, she hastily amended. Better to keep it short and simple. Less risk of offending him or leaving a bad impression, I suppose-e-e...

Her thought trailed off as, coming around the bend to Garnut, she glimpsed a man already speaking to him. The lights from the party glinted in the man's fair, fair hair, which contrasted highly against his dark clothes. (Navy or black? Rhia pondered as she made slow steps towards them. It was a bit difficult to tell, with evening's darkness already descended upon the sky, but she hoped his garments were black because navy would certainly not go well with his hair, nor his complexion as she suspected was also fair...)

Rhia stopped near the two men; she had resolved to wait behind the darkly-clothed man until Garnut had finished with him. In the meantime, she peered over their shoulders, watching the party. Lights swam and bobbed as the partygoers danced gracefully. Lovely, lovely, lovely. Rhia decided that she could watch them all night...
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« Reply #23 on: December 06, 2008, 04:46:25 PM »

A tall, thin man, who seemed to be mostly shadow, approached the gate.  Garnut felt a cold tingle run along his spine when the man spoke; his voice was hollow, devoid of feeling.

   “Ah, yes!”  the butler said, trying to put as much warmth into his words as possible, hoping to thaw the man’s icy demeanour.  “Jorn Ranskjun is expecting you.  Please, just a moment,”  Garnut turned to call for an escort, but his breath caught in his throat; the tall, gaunt figure of Verg was already striding over to him.  “Very good, Verg!”  Garnut said in appreciation of the man’s attention to his duty.  “This is Mr Despana, could you show him the way to the Eagle dining room?”

Verg nodded slightly in response, and then turned to Malavon.  “Please, this way,” he said, in slow, sepulchral tones.

Garnut shivered again slightly as he watched the two sinister-looking men make their way towards the main entrance.  “Really, I do wonder what kind of business is to be proposed this evening!”  he thought to himself as he turned his attention to the next guest.

***

Oknand smiled at the girl’s request for only a “small” measure of wine.  He was quite certain, that by the end of the evening, she’d be only too happy to see her glass filled to the brim.  Still, for now he obliged, and poured her a suitable amount of the Cheniar.  The butler couldn’t help but breathe in deeply as the warm, spicy tang of the wine escaped from the bottle, and permeated the air around him.

As he placed the fine glass on the table, he noticed the ravenous-look in his guest’s one good eye.

   “I think you’ll find, that a good Cheniar such as this, is complemented most agreeably by a platter of fruit.  Please, help yourself.”  Oknand rotated the central part of the table, which held the banquet; stopping it when a large assortment of different exotic, and not-so-exotic fruits, arrived in front of Fionn.

Stepping back from the table, he quickly checked to make sure that the other guests were comfortable and provided for.  But, much to his surprise and horror, another young lady was seated with no drink in her hand to answer a toast.  Considering this to be a terrible neglect of his duties, Oknand quickly darted over to her and apologised for his inattention.  “Why, I’m so sorry, m’lady,” he said, bowing deeply, “I’ve completely ignored you.  Please, forgive me; and tell me, what would you like to drink?  We have almost anything you could think of!”

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Garnut smiled broadly when he gazed down at the familiar face of the next guest.  Her long, brown hair, and soft, grey eyes, were a very pleasant change to the tall stranger’s cold visage.

  “Why, Rhia!” he said with genuine affection.  “How are you?  It’s been such a long time!  And your family?  I trust they are well?”
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« Reply #24 on: December 06, 2008, 06:44:28 PM »

Koka watched as one after the other guest arrived. The young woman who seated herself next to her was another example of human ostentation. Pink armour? Perhaps her dwarven values were somewhat conservative, but where in TrumBarrol's name did she get the very idea? However, she had done nothing else to really deserve Koka's dislike, so the dwarfess decided to leave closer judgement for when (or if) they got to know each other better. For now she was content to just let the woman sit beside her and raise her glass in the proposed toast, without saying anything. The dwarf did notice the bow that the woman carried though, and she decided to ask about that later - comparing professional opinions, and all that. Her own bow was standing behind her chair, leaning against the wall.

She more especially tilted her glass towards the human man who had come in just behind her, and who had also taken a brandy. He was... interesting, there were some discrepancies between his body language and the words that left his mouth. But anyway, she could not fault his choice of drink, even if he drank it just a tad quickly. She herself had only taken a few sips of the burning liquid, whereas he was already pouring himself the next one. Noteworthy... Though she should probably not be the one talking, she knew that after this one the next one would follow, and then perhaps another kind of drink... She might be a bit slower than the human, but she was steady, and she knew from herself that she didn't know when to stop. But first she was going to hear out Ranskjun, whatever reason he had called together these very diverse people.

As more guests arrived, each one stood in the doorway a little longer, taking in each of the guests that had already arrived. Only one of them seemed quite a lot more interested in the contents of the table than in the contents of the rest of the room. The butler seemed to see it, because he offered her some fruits to go with her drink. It was only when he started turning the middle part of the table that she realised what kind of construction it was. Her analytical dwarven mind immediately started imagining the construction on which the turning table was based.

When the turning table stopped, the fruits now in front of the small child-like girl, Koka found some other fruits in front of her: candied fruits. Placing her glass of brandy on the part of the table that didn't turn, she reached out with her left hand and took some of the redberries. She hadn't yet tasted something like it, and she wondered how it was done, but after popping them in her mouth she decided that she liked it. She took up her brandy again and took another, somewhat longer sip. Then she turned towards the pink lady, deciding now was as good a time as any to make introductions.

"Hello. I'm Koka, Koka Bentarm. I noticed that you're an archer, might I ask what kind of bow you use? I'm an archer myself as well, you see, so I'm always interested in exchanging tactics. My own bow is a composite bow, you see." Koka, placing her brandy back on the table, got up and retrieved her own bow from behind her seat. She ran her hand over the smooth wood and horn. The bow was not strung, and curved away from Koka. Once strung, it would be drawn closer to a vertical position. Koka smiled behind her beard at the pink-armoured woman, waiting for her answer.
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« Reply #25 on: December 06, 2008, 08:34:35 PM »

Rainier quietly followed the robust man through the garden and into the house. He noticed as soon as he entered the house that Leifrek didn't really fit in with the extravagantly dressed guest but there was a way that he held himself that made him seem more dignified than any in the room. Rainier felt a little uncomfortable being around Leifrek so as they walked through the main part of the house and up to the Eagle Room Rainier continued to straighten his clothes and appear as clean as he could.

When they finally got to the Eagle room Rainier noticed that there were a number of other guest in the room. His attention was drawn directly to a dwarf and a human in pink armor. "This is definitely not what I expected when I came but it's definitely more to my liking." Before he could take a seat Leifrek came to stand in front of him. "Is there any drink that you would care to have while you wait sir?""If it is at all possible could you manage to get me a glass of white Neepwine?" Leifrek nodded his head and walked out of the room.

After Leifrek had left the room Rainier decided to take a seat. He choose to sit directly across the table from the dwarf whose sex he had yet to determine and the woman in the pink armor. As he sat down he began to pick at the assorted fruits that were on the table and wondered why such an odd group of people had been invited to this party.
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« Reply #26 on: December 06, 2008, 11:55:54 PM »

“Why, I’m so sorry, m’lady,”

Ylva tried to hide her embarrassment as the servant bowed deeply. Not only is this one calling you m'lady but he's bowing!....

“I’ve completely ignored you. Please, forgive me; and tell me, what would you like to drink? We have almost anything you could think of!”

“Please, I am fine...., a glass of Red Neepwine?” The healer asked politely, feeling very out of place. Haven't been in a place like this in....fifteen years....Her stomach rumbled quietly to itself, if it could speak it would have long ago complained about the lack of food it was given. Yet the fruit on the table didn't really interest her, her upbringing had been a rather more carnivorous experience. The murmillion smiled and innocently asked, “Could I get some warg meat?” Ylva tried to remember the last time she had had enough money to eat a proper meal.....It was a Restday evening....about 2 years ago..... “Got any Oberiosso? It's a type of cheese......”

She took a glance at her fellow diners, the dwarf was drinking what looked like R’unorian brandy. Ylva saw that the dwarf had plaited his beard, this confused the healer a little. Then again, I haven't spent much time around dwarves....maybe all dwarves plait their beards for special occasions?....Strange race, dwarves......The Centoraurian was onto his second glass of brandy.  And probably not going to stop there..... The inner healer and matron inside Ylva frowned. Ylva turned to the servant again and whispered quietly, “Could you bring some Soobrish? We might need it.....”
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« Reply #27 on: December 07, 2008, 05:52:07 AM »

“I think you’ll find, that a good Cheniar such as this, is complemented most agreeably by a platter of fruit.  Please, help yourself.”
The friendly tone of voice, and the heady, warm scent that emanated from the drink he poured her, made Fionn grin broadly up at the servant, gratitude clear on her palely blushing face.
“Thank you mister, ”
He had already turned away to attend to someone else. Fionn hungrily turned her attention to the gleaming fruits in front of her. So much for worrying about being offered rare-and-therefore-very-rude-to-refuse meats, it seemed her luck was in. sitting up as tall as she could, she reached a long arm over and picked something unfamiliar but highly enticing – small round berries, a golden yellow colour, and very sweet to taste – she felt better after the first bite, as if her stomach had calmed down, reassured by proof that this time she really had found some food.
Next she chose a big, polished looking melderapple, and settled back in her chair to enjoy it, watching the others. Looking about she saw that an elf had joined the party, looking like a ghost with dark skin and hair like angry clouds. She smiled shyly at him, swallowed her mouthful of melderapple, and asked –

“I don’t suppose you’ve any idea what all this-” she waved her free hand at the room in general, now starting to fill with the warm bustle of people enjoying themselves – “is in aid of?”
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« Reply #28 on: December 07, 2008, 12:03:56 PM »

Rhia watched Garnut's face as he directed the fair-haired stranger and the lanky man who appeared to be a servant of the household. Bony were they both, and tall, and from a distance one might think them related, she observed, watching their trek to the manor. Garnut's usually full eyes seemed slightly hollow, perhaps haunted, as he too surveyed them, and she had to admit that the two men were a bit eerie.

“Why, Rhia! How are you?  It’s been such a long time!  And your family?  I trust they are well?”

The butler's words brought the girl's eyes back to him. Happily, he seemed to brighten when he addressed her. Rhia felt tension seep out from her shoulders, as if to say, Alright, first impression made. You can relax now. Gladly she did so, and replied easily, grateful for his kind words (for he as well as Ranksjun was as good as an uncle to her). "My family, to my knowledge, is well, good sir," she smiled, long fingers fiddling with the opal pendant at her neck. "'Tis been a few turnings of the seasons since I saw them last in R'unor. Perhaps you didn't know this, though- My young sister, Seli, became a disciple of Baveras, about two years ago. The life of a Sister is well suited to her, and I believe she is happy in it. My father..." She paused to squelch the rising feelings of missing her father. "Da, I think, is doing well, though he is getting on in his years. And you? Still managing the servants as poorly as you used to?" Said with a wink, it was an old joke between them- if anything, Garnut tended to over-manage the estate's servants, to the extent of what you might call paranoid.

There Rhia concluded her monologue and hoped that Garnut, all-observant as he was, would not notice that she spoke naught of her mother.
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« Reply #29 on: December 08, 2008, 11:55:38 AM »


     As Hylphán left the baths, he thought to himself 'It's a good thing I had my good clothes cleaned before packing this time!' as he ran his hands over his tunic to smooth out the creases.
Hylphán knew that Jorn Ranskjun had his fingers in many things throughout this district, but Jorn's information network must be a fine one indeed if the invitation in his pouch was any indication.  He had barely reached the end of the docks when a servant lad had handed him a folded piece of parchment with a seal on it, a seal that Hylphán immediately recognized.
     Hylphán had met an Avennorian merchant many years ago, when he was just beginning to be know as a very shrewd businessman, one who was branching out into a variety of business ventures.  He had sold the merchant a couple of rare trinkets that he had picked up in his travels, trinkets that were worth much more here than what he had bartered for them.  Jorn had formed an immediate liking for the elf, and had invited him to stay with him for a fortnight and regale him with stories of his travels.  Hylphán had agreed to collect rare trinkets and small objects for Jorn during his travels, and Jorn had promised to pay him handsomely for said objects.  There would be no timetable on deliveries, just whenever Hylphán's travels brought him to this city.  "To keep the rare things rare", Jorn explained.
     As he approached the merchant's home, he stopped to peer at it's towering heights and far reaching walls.  The compound had decidedly increased in size in the 6 years since he was here last.
     "Jorn has definitely done well for himself." Hylphán muttered to himself.  "Beg your pardon sir?", came a voice behind him.  Turning, Hylphán said "Just talking to myself boy" to the young lad carrying his belongings.
     "I think I can take those things from here", he stated, as he helped the lad set down the pack and several bulky bags hanging from his shoulders.  "Here you go my boy" Hylphan said, tossing a small jingling purse to the lad.  "As we agreed upon, with a little extra thrown in for your hard work."  "Thank you sir!", the boy beamed.  "Thank you very much!", he called out as he turned and ran down the street.  Hylphán smiled to himself as he bent to pick up the various bags.
     As he approached the doorway, Hylphán saw the seemingly ever-present Garnut standing there with his usual list.  "Garnut!" he called out.  "How long has it been?  Maybe 5 years?"  
     "Let's see if his memory is still as good as it used to be." Hylphán thought,chuckling under his breath.  Hylphán had always played memory games with the butler to see if he could ever trip him up on some minor detail.
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