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Thervi is next as she walks up to Sillas with a grin on her face. She throws her arms around Sillas, defiantly in front of Iri. "Didn't we do such a good job! I mean, those roasted birds, flying all around, getting caught in people's hair...fantastic! I do have to run now, but, why don't you and I get together tomorrow? Just the two of us maybe. Let me know!" Thervi swaggers out of the room.
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"I'll admit it was hard for me to stay focused on him, but he seemed fine to me. Didn't even break a sweat, you know? Whoever sent that note is probably trying to swindle us. I say we ignore. Sillas is Sillas. Although I do agree his new friends are a little weird. And look at them dance! Thervi shoots a glare at Irirangi.
Thervi begins another low chant, this time stretching and pulling on a mass of sticky thread. While the birds released from inside the boar fly about the room, she conjures a massive web to catch them in. It spans the entire length of the hall, and hangs ominously above all the guests.
"Oh that's what you think, mister! Maeder and I took the liberty of organizing the entertainment, including food, performances, and seating arrangements. Your mother was welcome to the idea of us sharing the burde-- the responsibility. And it's our gift. You have enough stuff already, so, we just wanted to make it special. I don't want anything that will mess it up." Thervi does her best to not glare at the newcomers; "You can sit wherever you'd like, as long as it does not disrupt the show."
As the others head toward the hall, Thervi pulls Irirangi aside and whispers a cautionary note; Spoiler: , before walking off to join the others. "I saw what you did out there. You're not fooling me. This is Sharn, girl. You can't throw around a few basic spells and expect to be lauded as a hero. That's child's play. It's not real magic. I hope this dinner is educational for you."
"Oh, Jorras isn't coming", Thervi says flatly. "Don't you remember? He had...something...to take care of. He wrote you a note, Sillas? He probably explains it in there. He was on the trail of something or other, you know him." "Are we sitting with these others? I thought we had a private table?" Thervi does very little to acknowledge the others.
Sim feels some bony fingers poking into his back. When he turns around, he's greeted by Thervi's judgemental gaze; "Yes. Quite an entrance. It was so exciting you didn't even see me arrive! No matter. Maeder and I are almost ready." |
