To Rurik, she says: "New gang, from the look of it."
And to Beorn's neck she jumps and on his cheek plants a sharp kiss, adding: "Splendid! You won't regret it!" before rushing back to get ready.
Noticing Tanrov practicing, she asks, with a slight pout: "Am I not Drovalid?"
Tanrov launches himself at Tania with Glee.. but stops short of embracing her.
"Oh yes you are... you so are Drovalid, now I can step back out of the light into my nice, hpefully less exposed role."
Tania beams her gratitude at Tanrov, until she starts wondering whether the Tiefling is simply glad to have a less lethal role to perform. She forces her smile to stay, but somehow it turns into a sour snarl: "I just hope I'm up to the task! What role will you be playing then?"
Tanrov stops to think...
"Umm.. Monros was it.. I never got to play the role, I suppose I shall have to rehearse again.. gah!!"
"I'm sure you'll do fine... Mmh... Just avoid, you know... Dying. Anything else is just spikes on the breastplate." she replies.
She wanted to say: 'Break a leg!' But thiught better of it.
"Spikes on a..." Rurik mumbles, then says, "Well, regardless, we have a full crew. Should we do another line rehearsal?"
Beorn keeps singing.
"Spikes on a..." Rurik mumbles, then says, "Well, regardless, we have a full crew. Should we do another line rehearsal?"
"I'm not too worried about lines. Well, not as much as I am dodging bolts or worse... Shall we do lines, but while we dodge blows and stones instead?" she offers Rurik, along with a disarming smile.
"That... is a surprisingly good idea. Do you want to get the tomatoes, or shall I?"
"That... is a surprisingly good idea. Do you want to get the tomatoes, or shall I?"
"Tomatoes!? TOMATOES!?!? You see this feather on my hat? See these boots? See this blouse? You think I'm going to let you throw tomatoes at me dressed thus?! Fool that you are!" admonishes back Tania, her face turning the colour of said tomatoes.
"No... That won't do... Tomatoes... No, best if I change. Eidi, think I could borrow your... burlap for rehearsal" she asks of the monk.
"I thought it was better than rocks..." mumbles Rurik.
Sometimes they throw chickens
"Well, I definitely need to change! I don't mind steel. It stains only if it bleeds, and in the right place, but tomatoes!? Chicken!!? No, I need something to wear that has no life, no style, no panache!" and she eyes once more Eidi's tunic.
Eidi answers very calmly "These are spiritual robes. But I can help you get some rags if that was what you were suggesting"
Tanrov watches the exchange with curiosity.. and then says
"Stones, tomatoes, blades? when did these become tools of rehearsal? We don't actually want to kill anyone while rehearsing do we or mess the place up with tomatoes everywhere... howabout wood for weapons and throwing stuff?"
Tomatoes are often thrown by the hecklers in the crowd
Tania looks at Eidi, somewhat befuddled by the distinction the monk makes. Not seeing it, but also not wanting to make a fuss, she simply says: "Non-spiritual rags will be fine."
With his hand raised up and a grin on his face, Garidan speaks "I volunteer to throw the tomatoes."