Vannevar heads towards his room to clean himself and change clothes. He passes back through the main room a few minutes later and leaves the Cracked Mirror.
Elanaril chuckles, "Oh, I don't know Syksy, they might have enjoyed the company. You should go see if they want a third."
Elanaril smiles mischievously, "You won't know if you don't try."
Elanaril turns her head to watch him go, a grin plastered to her face.
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Silian laughs as the nervous Syksy follows the ladies. "You are my kind of evil." he says to Elaneril. "Well he is in for a far better sight than Droaamish harpy dugs. To answer your question, I grew up in the Lhazaar Sea, one of the Principalities named Regalport- the Jewel if the Lhazaar Sea. My father's cousin Baron Elar maintains our House there, and since the Shadow Schism is has also become the base of Thuranni operations. He has a home here in Sharn as well, and before the treachery of the Paelions, Vannevar traveled with the Shadow Troupe and House Phiarlan, the Mark of Shadow possessed by my kin is the oldest known dragonmark."
Elanaril responds with a wink, "So what brought you to Sharn - to stay in a place like this? Fancy man like yourself can surely afford much better accommodations."
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"Avoiding certain familial obligations has proven rather fruitful. Besides," Silian says gesturing towards where Jess and Akasha and Syksy disappeared, "You meet more interesting people in seedy underbellies. Speaking of, it is time I make myself presentable as well. Elaneril." the elf stands and gives a slight bow before heading to the bar to catch the bartender's attention as he lays down two stacks of galifars. "Mrogab, if you would be so kind to see that any true orc drinks free in your establishment tonight," as he slides over twenty coins. "Secondly I would like a hot bath drawn and someone sent to take care of these clothes while my companions and I are out." Silian slides another ten galifar to the dwarf. As he heads to his room he says more to himself, "The rats would feel at home in this nest of tangles." with that the elf will dress down, lay out his darkweave outfit and work on brushing his hair til a bath is ready.
Elanaril watches Silian speak to Mrogab and head to his room before rising from her chair. She skips over to Mrogab and whispers to the dwarf. The dwarf chuckles and shakes his head but motions for her to go on. She disappears into the back of the bar.
Jonah is left to contemplate the days events by himself. Several people come and go from the bar, a few smile and nod at the cleric. Eventually the door opens and Jonah recognizes the young woman from the night of the party. She looks around the room and spots Jonah, she smiled demurely and crosses the room to stand before his table.
"Lord d'Tharashk. I was hoping I would find you here," Marianna says.
Just as you slide into the hot water, your door opens and you see Elenaril saunter in carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"I got bored," she says pulling a chair over and propping her feet up on the edge of the tub. "And you wanted stories."
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In the quiet of his room, Silian looks over Elanaril a little better.
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Sitting at the table, the enforcer silently watches the doorways.
Unit pairing for repairs and maintenance. Artificer services required until objective completed. Unit ill equipped for mechanical repairs. Captain requires prolonged maintenance after each objective.
Elanaril doesn't wait for a response before pouring the wine and handing you a glass. She brings the drink up to her painted lips and takes an inelegant swallow before pushing back her pale blond hair. She brushes a hand across her black leather pants and then looks at her hand.
"Damn. I've got blood on me," she then shrugs and takes another drink from her glass leaving the blood to finish drying on her hand. "So where to start? Hmmm. I suppose I could tell you about the time I convinced Jess that a man was following us. He wasn't of course, but it was rather amusing watching her beat him half to death. Or maybe, the time when I broke into the houses of everyone on the Council."
Distracted as she is by thoughts of what she was about to do to Jess, Akasha barely notices Syksy following them. As she turns to see what her new 'commissioned officer' could possibly need right this minute, the tall pale warrior comes to a halt, babbling out an apologetic explanation. As his words begin to register, the magus' eyes widen as she looks over at Jess, an eyebrow raised. "Wait she said what?"
Seeing her approach, he stands.
Marianna, it is my honour to see you again. Please take a seat. As well, to my friends it is straight Jonah, no need for the honourifics.
"Oh did she now?"Akasha asks intently. "Where did she get that idea?" she asks looking at Jess.
Marianna smiles and sits down, tucking her dress beneath her. "Thank you, Jonah. How have you been?"
Jess shrugs, "That's Elanaril for you. I don't mind if you want to bring him along."
"My calling? Hmmm. I can't say I've ever given that much thought. I suppose I'm just happy to just be."
She looks at your glass and tilts the bottle towards you in offer.
"What about you, Lord d'Thuranni? What's your calling?"
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Looking at Syksy sideways, she takes on a thoughtful expression, before looking over at Jess with a small grin. "That tongue thing was sort of impressive wasn't it?"
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Jess grins, "We might have to teach him what to do with it, but it could be fun."
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Slipping her arm around Jess' waist with a smile she looks back at Syksy. "Alright soldier, let's see what you can do." she says turning and resuming the way to the bath.
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"Hmmm, maybe we should invite Silian as well. He's more fun than you might think," Jess says.
"I get the feeling Elanaril has her sights set on him." Akasha replies with a chuckle.
Jonah seats Mairianna then returns back to his side of the table.
I have been well, yourself?
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"All the more reason, then. It'd be a mercy," Jess says
She looks sideways at Syksy when he says Elanaril is a 'nice lady'.
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"I can't complain. I hope you don't think me too forward coming here to see you," Marianna says glancing at Garotte.
"Then why are you here and not there? Who is Rylsiali if not a Thuranni-maiden?"
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"Want to go see if he's interested now or after we get...clean?" Akasha asks with a grin.
Not at all Marianna, as a matter of fact, I rather enjoy the company.
As she looks at the warforged it in turn regards her.
Gauging intention.
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She turns to Akasha and leans into the woman, pressing her lips against Akasha's mouth.
"I don't think there will be room in that tub for all of us," Jess says.
She leans towards Syksy and plays with a lock of his hair, rubbing it between her thumb and fingers, "What do you think?"
Marianna smiles and a soft blush colors her cheeks, "So, hm, what grand adventures have you been on since last we spoke?"
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As the half-elven woman takes some of his hair in her fingers his face darkens as the colors in his eyes shift. The dark surrounding his milky white pupils grow to where there is only the barest pinpricks of white while looking at her fingers before they dilate and explode, the white completely covering his eyes as he turns his eyes back to her.
"I'm inclined to trust you since I've never been in your tub but you have and you would know very well." He squeaks.
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How his face remained darkened while this occurred was a bit of a mystery as well, since his blood was without a doubt everywhere but the head on his shoulders.
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