******************************************************

Log Started At 2007 August 06 21:10

Kssarh says to you, "And you managed to state the most obvious yet."

Kssarh smirks.

[Observatory, Third Level]

A soft sitting mat covers the floor entirely, save for a narrow strip of anti-color bordering starkly on all sides. Painted onto the crystal hemisphere, a detailed star diagram spreads over your head, marking the constellations and their positions at various times of the year. You also see a hunchbacked Shadow Servant, an elegant silver stand with a guild register on it, a guild announcement board, and a rounded archway.

Also in the room: Ozemet, Court Mage Sherella, Javers, and Guildleader Kssarh.

Obvious exits: northeast, west.

Javers says to you, "Cant be any worse than asking about guild advancement"

You see Court Mage Sherella Ellion-Braun, a Human Moon Mage.

Sherella has silver eyes. Her honey hair is very long and thick, and is worn braided. She has pale skin.

She is in her prime for a Human.

She has a tattoo of a spiraling swirl of silvery stars entwined with tiny multi-colored moons on her neck.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a moonstone gwethdesuan, a polished platinum star set with a small dark sapphire, a gem encrusted gladiolus, a Xibar-blue spidersilk gown trimmed in silver-tipped lavender roses, a blue satin arm wrap embroidered with the crest of Zoluren, an amethyst and sapphire bracelet with a silver star clasp, a black tourmaline ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, an intricately braided blue silk belt, a leather scroll pouch cinched with a silver moon and a pair of Xibar-blue slippers with silver moon clasps.

Javers grins at you.

Sherella fidgets nervously.

You see Guildleader Kssarh T'kinnirii, an Elven Moon Mage.

Kssarh has pointed ears and green eyes. His black hair is short and thick, and is worn loose. He has dark skin.

He is adult for an Elf.

He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a moonstone gwethdesuan, a midnight black cloak embroidered with many shiny silver stars with lines connecting them together like the web of a spider, a soft leather tunic dyed a deep crimson, some soft leather pants dyed a deep crimson and a pair of deep black leather boots.

(Ozemet's gaze falls down to the pool of water forming on the sitting mat.)

[Observatory, Third Level]

Also in the room: Ozemet, Court Mage Sherella, Javers, and Guildleader Kssarh.

Obvious exits: northeast, west.

Ozemet smirks.

You nod amiably.

You feel less aware of your environment.

You dryly say, "Well he is the guildleader."

[Observatory, Third Level]

Also in the room: Ozemet, Court Mage Sherella, Javers, and Guildleader Kssarh.

Obvious exits: northeast, west.

Kssarh asks Sherella, "So, what is it that you wanted to speak with me about?"

Something in the area is interfering with your ability to perceive power.

Sherella gives a slight nod.

You see Novice Javers, a Rakash.

Javers has silver eyes. Her red hair is long and fine, and is worn tied back in an intricate five-stranded braid. She has freckled skin.

She is young for a Rakash.

She has faint scuffing to the right leg.

She is in good shape.

She is holding a scimitar in her right hand.

She is wearing a full chain helm, a bronze necklace, a woven shoulder sack, a sturdy silver backpack, a knitted wool tunic, a chain shirt, a target shield, some mail gloves, a leather sheath, some wine-red slim pants and some chain greaves.

Sherella says, "Well, as I'm sure you know, the Keep does not have a need for my services at all times."

You whisper to Ozemet.

Kssarh fixes Sherella with a serene, lofty stare.

Kssarh asks, "Did you truly come here to speak with me about how much time you have?"

Ozemet whispers, "Sherella Ellion-Braun...has some brother in the keep. Wanted to speak with Kssarh."

You see Court Mage Sherella Ellion-Braun, a Human Moon Mage.

Sherella has silver eyes. Her honey hair is very long and thick, and is worn braided. She has pale skin.

She is in her prime for a Human.

She has a tattoo of a spiraling swirl of silvery stars entwined with tiny multi-colored moons on her neck.

She is in good shape.

Sherella says, "Well, not exactly."

Kssarh chortles softly at some secret joke.

Your color vision returns to normal, causing the auras you see to dim and vanish.

Kssarh says, "I can see that this will be an unfortunate waste of my time."

You are still rather wet, but drying off nicely.

Ozemet whispers, "I delivered the message, for better or worse, and I'm not familiar with the Rakash."

Sherella narrows her eyes and straightens herself a bit.

>whisp ozem I think I've seen her around the city. I don't know her well either.

You whisper to Ozemet.

Javers says to Sherella, "I dont think diplomacy works to well on him"

Javers blushes a bright red color.

Ozemet whispers, "Don't telekineticly throw the messenger across Zoluren?"

Sherella gives a slight nod.

You whisper to Ozemet.

Sherella says, "Well, in a way I have actually come to speak with you about your time as well."

Kssarh sighs.

Kssarh says, "It would be in your best interest to make this quick, I am a busy man."

Sherella fixes Kssarh with a frank, even stare.

You shift your weight.

Javers says to you, "I think I'm gonna stand near the window.. just in case"

Sherella says, "Yes, you are certainly always busy up here, alone in your observatory. I realize how precious your time is to you and that is why I have had the good heart to come to you."

You say to Javers, "Very accomodating."

Kssarh raises an eyebrow.

You flash a quick grin at Javers.

The world around you returns to its mundane appearance.

Kssarh says, "You had best watch your tone, Sherella. Neither your family ties, nor your position in the Keep will lord authority over me at this moment."

Sherella takes a deep breath.

Sherella slowly empties her lungs.

Sherella waves her hands dismissively.

Your cloak flutters softly in the breeze.

Kssarh seems to be waiting for something.

Sherella says, "As we have established, your time is very important to you."

>whisp ozem And I thought I took a lot of time figuring out what to say to him...

You whisper to Ozemet.

Your body is mostly dry now.

Sherella shifts her weight.

Sherella says, "And due to my position in the Keep, I also have periods where I have a great amount of extra time."

Kssarh sighs.

Ozemet whispers, "Maybe she's doing it on purpose?"

Kssarh says, "If you do not stop dancing and just get on with it, I will become very sour indeed."

Sherella gives a slight nod.

Javers raises an eyebrow.

(Ozemet's mouth tightens a bit.)

You see Court Mage Sherella Ellion-Braun, a Human Moon Mage.

Sherella has silver eyes. Her honey hair is very long and thick, and is worn braided. She has pale skin.

She is in her prime for a Human.

She has a tattoo of a spiraling swirl of silvery stars entwined with tiny multi-colored moons on her neck.

She is in good shape.

Sherella says, "I am here to propose that I attend certain social events on your behalf."

Kssarh observes Sherella with fascination.

Kssarh slowly asks, "What?"

You clear your throat.

Sherella draws her mouth into a thin smile.

Sherella says, "I have recently been inspired to involve myself more with the guild, as the Keep does not require me for long stretches of time."

Kssarh asks, "Whispering in your brother's ear does not fufill your guild interest?"

You shift your weight.

Sherella seems to ignore Kssarh's comment and continues.

You quietly ask Sherella, "If I might briefly inquire whom your brother is, miss?"

Your cloak flutters softly in the breeze.

Sherella says, "You and I both know that you do not enjoy spending your time at social functions, as your time is so very important to you."

Sherella smiles.

Sherella nods politely to you.

Sherella says to you, "I am the half sister of Taramaine Braun."

Kssarh smirks.

You blink.

You say, "Oh. Pleased to meet you. Pardon the interruption."

Kssarh says to Sherella, "This will be the last time that I suggest you watch your tongue."

Sherella smiles.

Sherella nods to you.

Sherella nods to Kssarh.

Ozemet whispers, "Huh. I'd never read his last name anywhere while researching."

>whisp ozem Me neither. I guess he doesn't usually need to use it to be recognized.

You whisper to Ozemet.

Sherella says, "So I am here to propose that I attend these sorts of things in your stead, particularly in times where our guild should have at least a representative."

Kssarh folds his arms and focuses his eyes on Sherella's.

Kssarh asks, "And what sorts of things might you be speaking of?"

Sherella smiles.

Ozemet quietly asks you, "It would give him more time to perfect his unique brand of leadership, eyh?"

Javers covers her mouth with her hand.

Javers giggles.

You quietly say to Ozemet, "I was kind of curious myself. I must be a little out of the loop, not having heard of many such gatherings. Or perhaps we're just not ordinarily on the guest list."

Sherella says, "Only things that hold no interest to you, I'm sure. Weddings, festivals, and so forth."

Javers whispers, "OOC: Ettiquette lectures"

You chuckle at Javers.

Javers ducks her head.

Javers grins.

Kssarh curls the corners of his lips into a slight smile.

Kssarh asks, "You have gone through all of this to suggest that... You go to weddings as a guild representative?"

Your body is finally dry.

Sherella gives a slight nod.

Kssarh smirks.

Sherella says, "As I've said, I have been blessed with a large amount of free time and an interest in our guild. I believe this will be something that is mutually beneficial for you and I, as well as everyone who would attend such things."

>whisp ozem Just as a minor point of note.. that dark sapphire star she wears, I recognize as the symbol of the celestians sect. Not surprising for someone in politics.

You whisper to Ozemet.

Kssarh fixes Sherella with a serene, lofty stare.

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

Sherella shifts under Kssarh's stare, but keeps eye contact.

You say to Kssarh, "You have to admit, it's kind of an enticing proposal."

Kssarh chortles softly at some secret joke.

Kssarh gives a slight nod.

Kssarh says, "I will not stop you from attending all of the weddings that you desire, Miss Ellion-Braun."

Kssarh says, "However, you do not now represent me in any form, nor will you ever."

Sherella gives a slight nod.

Ozemet is a male Dwarf. He is young for a Dwarf.

Sherella is a female Human. She is in her prime for a Human.

Javers is a female Rakash. She is young for a Rakash.

Kssarh is a male Elf. He is adult for an Elf.

That's everyone!

Roundtime: 5 seconds.

Kssarh says, "Your family name will likely allow you to act as a representative for the guild, but the connection between you and I ends there."

Sherella nods.

Sherella says, "Then I suppose we have an understanding."

Your cloak flutters softly in the breeze.

Sherella says, "I apologize for the inconvenience that this little meeting has caused."

Kssarh smirks.

Kssarh asks, "To repay me, perhaps you can take all of your little followers with you when you leave?"

Sherella studies the faces around her.

Sherella gives a slight nod.

[Observatory, Third Level]

Also in the room: Ozemet, Court Mage Sherella, Javers, and Guildleader Kssarh.

Obvious exits: northeast, west.

Sherella says, "Of course."

You join Sherella's group.

Ozemet makes a grunting noise.

Ozemet joins Sherella's group.

Sherella smiles.

You nod amiably.

[Observatory, Third Level]

Also in the room: Ozemet, Court Mage Sherella, Javers, and Guildleader Kssarh.

Obvious exits: northeast, west.

Javers grins.

Javers says, "I think I'm gonna visit the telescope"

Javers says, "Safer"

Javers appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Kssarh glances at Javers.

Javers bows to Ozemet.

Javers bows to you.

Ozemet nods to Javers.

Javers curtsies to Sherella.

Ozemet says, "Garden be seen."

Javers curtsies to Kssarh.

Kssarh says to Javers, "If you break anything, you will learn the true meaning of pain."

Javers says, "I came pre-broke"

Javers grins at Kssarh.

Kssarh glances around the room.

Kssarh asks, "Why are you all still here?"

Javers just went west.

Sherella gives a slight nod.

Sherella curtsies.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went northeast.

[Observatory, Third Level]

A looming skeleton overlooks the northern Middens with unflappable silence, the bright finish of his brass joints and the slick sheen of his eye belying the all which he sees. Centuries pass. Mortals live, see, and give way to the visions of generations to come. But Old Oak watches without bias, without fail, and never forgets.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: southeast, southwest.

Sherella slowly empties her lungs.

You say to Sherella, "I bet he gets that "sorry for the interruption" about a dozen times a day.."

You chuckle.

A hunchbacked Shadow Servant trudges in, following you.

Sherella gives a slight nod.

You see Court Mage Sherella Ellion-Braun, a Human Moon Mage.

Sherella has silver eyes. Her honey hair is very long and thick, and is worn braided. She has pale skin.

She is in her prime for a Human.

She has a tattoo of a spiraling swirl of silvery stars entwined with tiny multi-colored moons on her neck.

She is in good shape.

Sherella says, "He is a hard man to speak to, even about something so trivial."

Ozemet says to Sherella, "I haven't been to any such function yet, but I'll say it'll be a far better sight to see you there stead of him."

Sherella smiles.

You flash a quick grin.

Sherella says to Ozemet, "The same thought had certainly crossed my mind."

Sherella laughs!

You say, "I gathered.."

Ozemet says, "Triviality seems to annoy him most."

Ozemet makes a dry grunting noise.

Sherella nods.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went southeast.

[Observatory, Third Level]

Thick burgundy carpets span the corridor and cradle your feet, creating a warm feeling of satisfaction and comfort. To the southwest, a narrow picket railing skirts the balcony's edge, a horizon above which rise the crowns of countless, indescribable trees.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: east, northwest.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went east.

[Observatory, Third Level]

Nestled in a net of soft rope, a long, metallic scope hangs parallel to the floor, halfway up the crystal arc of the dome to its pinnacle.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: south, west.

You say to Sherella, "I apologize for barging into your conversation earlier."

Ozemet asks, "Though I'm not sure what *isn't* trivial to him, eyh?"

Sherella smiles.

A hunchbacked Shadow Servant trudges in, following you.

Sherella says to you, "Not at all, though I did not intend for it to become such a public happening."

Court Mage Sherella's group just went south.

[Observatory, Third Level]

A massive lunat table dominates the room, its top covered by intricate inlays of planets, moons and stars in their uncountable configurations. Flanked by upholstered benches, the grand piece plays host to heated debate as well as other, more official guild business. At its head, a high-backed chair sits, stoic, and forever empty.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: north, southeast.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went southeast.

[Observatory, Third Level]

A large wooden tripod stands post at the room's eastern edge, watching endlessly over the lower eastern Middens and beyond. In its crux sits a polished steel telescope, its silver eyepiece winking with every subtle shift of light.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: southwest, northwest.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went southwest.

[Observatory, Third Level]

A large wooden tripod stands post at the room's eastern edge, watching endlessly over the lower eastern Middens and beyond. Beneath its crux, a polished steel scope hangs, suspended within a harness of softened leather. The copper eyepiece winks with every subtle shift of light, as if sharing a secret joke with the slender pewter pedestal nearby.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: northeast, south.

Sherella dusts herself off.

Sherella stretches a hand out to touch the brass handprint.

She disappears in a skiff of smoke.

Ozemet stretches a hand out to touch the brass handprint.

He disappears in a skiff of smoke.

You touch the brass handprint.

Your surroundings shift...

[Observatory, Second Level]

Along the eastern wall, a high stained-glass window twinkles in the daylight, its green, purple and blue panes forming a striking portrait of Eluned astride a living wave. A slender pedestal of brushed pewter rises from the center of the floor, its stately finish flashing dully beneath colored rays.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: northeast, south.

Sherella grins.

Ozemet says, "Had you not come in yourself, it's likely you'd never have spoken with him."

Sherella gives a slight nod.

A hunchbacked Shadow Servant trudges in, following you.

Ozemet says, "And whether he likes it or not, it is the guild tower."

Sherella says, "Perhaps not, though I feel that things may have gone a little better had we not been in his office."

Court Mage Sherella's group just went south.

[Observatory, Second Level]

Thousands of colored beads form geometric patterns about a telescope built into the alcove's southeast corner, giving the room a distinct feeling of festivity. On clear evenings, near the edge of dusk, Glythtide's abode of mirth and music rises just off the southeasterly horizon, its varicolored spots and rings painted merrily against the darkening sky.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: north, west.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went west.

[Observatory, Second Level]

Sunny yellow carpets and sky-blue wall hangings swaddle the corridor in their soft embrace, radiating a warmth that washes over you and permeates your body to the bone. Fragrant coriander and spikes of florid hanging poppies complete the scene, bringing summertime to your senses and ease into your mind.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: east, southwest.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went southwest.

[Observatory, Second Level]

The leather-bound tube of a telescope disappears in half through a small hole cut in the wall in one corner of the room.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: northeast, northwest.

You say, "Just as well that I didn't have a chance to speak to him about spells, at any rate. It's probably the third time this week I went to discuss the choices with him, and he's most likely tired of hearing the same old questions while I try to make up my mind...."

Court Mage Sherella's group just went northwest.

[Observatory, Second Level]

A plush velvet rug of varying blue shades covers the floor of this narrow throughway. From the southern wall, an olive-bordered taffeta portrait of Hodierna hangs, swaying gracefully with the air currents which sweep along the hall and throughout the observatory.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: southeast, west.

Sherella smiles at you.

A hunchbacked Shadow Servant trudges in, following you.

You say to Sherella, "How does one run into Kssarh outside of his office though? Sometimes I think that man doesn't even sleep."

Sherella says, "He makes it seem as though being a Guildleader is a burden that he is forced to bear."

Sherella chortles softly at some secret joke.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went west.

[Observatory, Second Level]

Protruding through a narrow slit in the room's southwestern corner, a crude wooden telescope trains its eye over the Middens to the horizon of the setting sun. Students of the southern skies gather here in the early hours of the evening to behold the train of stars which follow the Shining Crucible to its nightly rest.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: north, east.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went north.

[Observatory, Second Level]

From up a spiral staircase, along the south and northwest corridors, a narrow, brightly-colored carpet splits the stoic white of the observatory floor. Similar tapestries adorn the western wall, opposite a curved railing at the balcony's southeast edge. Crowns of blossoming trees and all manner of flowers and vines spread across the atrium, eclipsed intermittently beneath skimming slivers of shadow.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: south, northwest.

Court Mage Sherella's group went down an ornate staircase.

[Observatory, First Level]

An ornate staircase of mingled woods spirals into the ceiling and out of sight above the balcony floor. A bright woolen runner ascends the stairs with nary a buckle or gap, nestled cleanly between vivid scenes of Everild leading his army into battle.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: south, northwest.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went south.

[Observatory, First Level]

A somernot vine climbs along the atrium railing on the room's northeast side, its wispy pink flowers creating a painted lattice from rail to floor across the entire width of the room. A thin layer of petals spreads over soil and floor where they meet, showing just how very stark and devoid of color the observatory proper can be.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: north, east.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went east.

[Observatory, First Level]

A long, colorful mural spans the north and west walls from floor to ceiling, the dark figures of Damaris and Meraud cavorting with panthers and wolves beneath twin full moons.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: southeast, west.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went southeast.

[Observatory, First Level]

An oak pedestal erected in the southern corner of the room supports a large brass orb. Flashes of light glance sharply from its surface as it spins and rotates, highlighting the uncountable engraved lines and figures that cross its face.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: northeast, northwest.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went northeast.

[Observatory, First Level]

A vibrant orange carpet of rampant rusk invades the floor at the room's northwestern corner. Patches of violets, somernot and widow's lace dot the palette, their purples, pinks and creams completing the collage with a beauty impossible for mortal hand to duplicate.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: east, southwest.

A hunchbacked Shadow Servant trudges in, following you.

Court Mage Sherella's group just went east.

[Observatory, First Level]

The room is dominated by a massive ivory pillar rising from its center, barely leaving enough room for an armored human to walk through comfortably. Life-sized likenesses of the eleven gods and goddesses ring the column, each clothed in garments of leisure with faces and bodies forever frozen in the reposed rigors of ease and kindness.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: north, west.

You dryly say, "With the reluctance he showed regarding letting someone attend weddings in his stead, I imagine he prefers to keep a death grip on the reins of guild leadership as well."

Sherella nods to you.

Ozemet says, "Never mind his contempt..."

Sherella says, "He knows as well as everyone else that he would hate to have gone to any wedding as I have heard Guildleader Mortom did."

A hunchbacked Shadow Servant trudges in, following you.

You say to Sherella, "Though in his defense, those of his sect and yours do tend to show a certain facination with the circles of power. I'm sure it is not in his nature to let information currents out of his reach."

Sherella says, "I think he just hates the idea of giving anything away, his for the giving or not."

Sherella smirks.

Sherella gives a slight nod.

You see Court Mage Sherella Ellion-Braun, a Human Moon Mage.

Sherella has silver eyes. Her honey hair is very long and thick, and is worn braided. She has pale skin.

She is in her prime for a Human.

She has a tattoo of a spiraling swirl of silvery stars entwined with tiny multi-colored moons on her neck.

She is in good shape.

Sherella says, "Perhaps he will come to realize that this works out in his favor in the end."

Court Mage Sherella's group just went north.

[Observatory, First Level]

Airy strands of light waver about you on all sides of the alcove, soft filaments reaching out from within the milky observatory walls themselves. At its northwestern corner, the square chamber gives way to an atrium of lush vegetation, flowers and exotic plants which reach upward into the sun's friendly glow. A thin railing of intricately woven willow branches rises at the garden's edge, arcing gently to the south and northeast. A carved ivory door leads outside.

Also in the room: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: northeast, south.

Court Mage Sherella's group went through a carved ivory door.

[Middens, Crossbow Bend]

Before you stands the Observatory of the Southern Crossbow. It is a three-story edifice, its sixteen-sided walls capped with a crystal dome. The top floor is also the nerve center of the Moon Mages' Guild, a most powerful and revered arcane circle throughout Elanthia. All in all a rather quirky structure, it manages to inspire awe and curiosity at the same time. A carved ivory door leads inside. You also see an ivory urn.

Also here: Ozemet and Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious paths: northeast.

You say to Sherella, " By the way.. Please excuse my manners Lady Ellion-Braun.. my name is Raecear."

Sherella smiles.

You clear your throat.

Sherella says to you, "It is a pleasure to meet you. Sherella is quite sufficient."

A hunchbacked Shadow Servant trudges in, following you.

You smile.

Sherella asks you, "Have you met Oz?"

You nod.

Ozemet says, "Aye."

Sherella smiles.

Sherella nods.

You say, "We took an enjoyable trip to Tiv's fortress a couple weeks past."

Ozemet scans the sky from horizon to horizon.

You say, "The library there is just facinating."

Sherella grins.

You sense an overall decrease in Lunar mana.

Ozemet says, "If you can find the place."

Ozemet makes a grumpy grunting noise.

Sherella says, "Yes, he is a fascinating individual."

You nod in agreement.

You chuckle at Ozemet.

You say to Ozemet, "It's easier in the daylight."

Sherella ponders.

You ask Sherella, "Oz just learned to enchant recently as well, did you know?"

You praise Ozemet's efforts, supporting him with your approval.

Sherella smiles.

Ozemet says, "That's relative."

You sense an overall decrease in Lunar mana.

Sherella says to Ozemet, "Congratulations. That is quite the milestone for a Moon Mage."

Ozemet makes a sheepish grunting noise.

Ozemet says, "Well thanks all the same."

Sherella smiles.

You grin.

The last few clouds drift away, leaving a fine expanse of stars.

Ozemet says, "Someday it'll be anything more than a gemstone of little use."

Sherella grins at Ozemet.

Sherella slowly asks, "I don't suppose either of you know where to get a fine drink around here?"

You nod amiably.

Ozemet says to you, "Still can't get Yavash to bind on that burin."

You say, "My tastes may run differently than the dwarf's, but there are a couple of nice places. I am always a fan of Gaethrend's Court."

Ozemet says to you, "I was gonna suggest the Brodger, but perhaps you're right."

Sherella grins.

Sherella stops you from following her.

You say, "I always like the Court because it has a nice view of the sky in some places."

Sherella asks you, "Then, do you care to have a drink?"

You smile.

Sherella says, "I feel that it is warranted after such a conversation. If you can call it that, anyway."

You say, "I would love to."

Ozemet says, "If I could ask one question before you go..."

You say, "I imagine Gaethrend's gets half their business from Kssarh's students."

Sherella smiles.

Ozemet glances at you.

Ozemet glances at Sherella.

Sherella nods to Ozemet.

Sherella says, "Of course."

You ask Ozemet, "You're welcome to come?"

Ozemet makes a matter-of-fact grunting noise.

Ozemet says, "Would, but I can't."

Sherella smiles.

Ozemet asks, "Either of you know where I can find a scroll pouch, or case?"

Sherella ponders.

Ozemet asks, "Something other than this backpack that's wrinkling up my scrolls?"

Sherella says, "I'm sorry, it has been so long since I've allowed myself to visit merchants..."

You say, "I bought one from the travelling wagon accompanying the Droughtman's maze.. I think you can buy some copper scroll cases in Throne City though."

You say, "I do not know how big they are. I'd be happy to take a look the next time I'm in the area though. I tend to find myself in Throne City often."

You ponder.

You say, "I may even have another case around somewhere, but I will have to rummage around a bit..."

Yavash is a waning gibbous moon and is not visible. Although you can not see it, you can sense it should rise in about 2 anlaen.

It is contributing a strong amount of mana.

Roundtime: 6 Sec.

Ozemet says, "No rush."

Ozemet says, "I'll take a look next time I head up there."

You nod amiably.

Ozemet says to Sherella, "Well met. I'd raise a glass to you for what you did today."

Sherella smiles.

Sherella says to Ozemet, "Thank you, Oz. And thank you ever so much for delivering the initial message."

Ozemet makes a wry grunting noise.

Ozemet says, "My pleasure, on many accounts."

Sherella smiles.

You say to Ozemet, "I'll look you up if I find anything that might suit."

Ozemet nods to you.

Ozemet says, "Thanks."

Ozemet says, "Garden be seen."

You bow to Ozemet.

(Ozemet bows his head slightly.)

Ozemet just went northeast.

Your cloak flutters softly in the breeze.

You smile at Sherella.

Sherella smiles.

Sherella joins your group.

You say to Sherella, "It's just a short walk."

>ne

.. some traveling later...

You open an ancient wooden door.

>go door

[Gaethrend's Court, Foyer]

An elaborately ornamented desk serves as a check-in point for travellers seeking a night's rest. Beside the ancient-looking wooden doorway which leads out, two amazingly detailed stone statues stand guard over the entryway. You begin to wonder if they are truly the product of genius or perhaps the unfortunate result of some powerful mage's disfavor. In the corner, a staircase leads up into darkness. You also see an ancient wooden door.

Obvious exits: north, northeast, northwest.

Sherella followed.

>smile

You smile.

>ne

[Gaethrend's Court, Barroom]

Plush red carpet surrounds a glistening pinewood bar where thirsty travellers stop for a taste of Gaethrend's finest brew. A seemingly endless array of bottles are lined up in front of a classic long bar mirror. You note a few of the bottles contain actively swirling elixirs, twisting about in their containers as if alive. You also see an elegant menu.

Obvious exits: southwest, west, northwest.

Sherella followed.

Sherella casually observes the area.

Sherella smiles.

>menu

Gaethrend's Tavern

"Where The Discerning Patron Is Well Served"

BEVERAGES:

1 - Golden Ale...................................... K35

2 - Imperial Brandy................................. K65

3 - Starry Road Sherry.............................. K55

4 - High Elven Wine................................. K40

5 - Wild Hive Mead.................................. K35

6 - Venom Root Elixir (For Our S'Kra Mur Patrons)... K40

7 - Mudrock Brew (The Gor'Tog's Choice)............. K25

** Only The Finest Drink For Discerning Diners **

Sherella says, "This is a nice place."

You say, "I agree. It's close to the gate, but kind of tucked away, so it doesn't get quite the traffic you might expect."

A hunchbacked Shadow Servant trudges in, following you.

Sherella nods.

You ask, "What can I get you to drink?"

Sherella smiles.

Sherella says, "Oh no, I can afford my own."

Sherella chortles softly at some secret joke.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

You say, "It's the principle of the thing."

You say, "You deserve to have someone buy you a drink after that encounter."

Sherella smiles.

You flash a quick grin.

Sherella laughs!

Sherella says, "The Elven Wine sounds good at the moment."

The bargirl places your silver wine on the pinewood bar. You pay her 40 copper Kronars for it.

You get a tall glass of silver wine from atop a glistening pinewood bar.

You offer your silver wine to Sherella, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Sherella smiles.

Sherella has accepted your offer and is now holding a tall glass of silver wine.

The bargirl places your silver wine on the pinewood bar. You pay her 40 copper Kronars for it.

Sherella says, "Thank you."

You get a tall glass of silver wine from atop a glistening pinewood bar.

Raising your silver wine to Sherella, you give her a toast. Cheers!

You say, "To yet another encounter with Kssarh in which no one got hurt."

You flash a quick grin.

Sherella laughs!

You say, "All in all a success, by most books."

Sherella nods.

You ask Sherella, "So you live over in the keep?"

You say, "Or at least, stay there currently."

You take a sip of the wine.

Sherella takes a sip of her wine.

Sherella nods.

[Gaethrend's Court, Barroom]

Also in the room: Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: southwest, west, northwest.

Sherella says, "I am the Court Seer, as it were."

You smile to the bartender and toss him some kronars.

You say to Sherella, "An enviable position, in some minds."

Sherella smiles.

Sherella nods.

You say, "Though, it sounds like a lot of responsibility."

You scrunch your eyebrows together and furrow your brow.

Sherella says, "It is undeniably a wonderful position."

Sherella says, "It just does not always keep me terribly busy."

You give a slight nod.

Sherella asks, "And where do you normally reside?"

You ask, "So you work with the Prince and the other decision makers to help ensure that the future is given adequate consideration?"

Sherella laughs!

Sherella gives a slight nod.

Sherella says, "Something along those lines."

You nod amiably.

You take a sip of the wine.

Sherella takes a sip of her wine.

You clear your throat.

You say, "I have a home north of the city, in the area of Arthe Dale less frequented by halflings."

Sherella smiles.

Sherella nods.

You say, "Though I can't say I spend a lot of time in one place. I've always been a bit of a transient I suppose."

Sherella nods.

You say, "I apologize for my somewhat ragged appearance... as you said earlier.. I was not expecting it to be a public hearing."

You dust yourself off.

Sherella laughs!

Sherella says, "Not to worry, I take little notice of such things while I am not in the Court."

You smile at Sherella.

You say, "I am pleased to hear.."

Sherella grins.

Sherella takes a sip of her wine.

You say, "I'm afraid my court encounters are generally somewhat limited to occasionally watching and listening."

Sherella nods.

You say, "So my political intuition may be a bit ragged.."

Sherella chuckles.

You ask, "But I have to wonder that, if you are bringing this up with Kssarh.. is there some event of importance in the near future?"

Sherella smiles.

Sherella takes a sip of her wine.

[Gaethrend's Court, Solarium]

Amongst a variety of unrecognizable red-orange plants, you notice a small riolur bush flourishing in the sunlight. The ceiling is much lower here but is made up of a number of small multi-colored glass panes which add a curious tint to the atmosphere. You also see a hunchbacked Shadow Servant.

Also in the room: Court Mage Sherella.

Obvious exits: northeast, east, southeast.

You take a sip of the wine.

Sherella says, "Not that I am aware of, anyway."

You smile self-depreciatingly.

You say, "Ahh, I guess I was off then."

You chuckle.

Sherella gives a slight nod.

You shift your weight.

You take a sip of the wine, savoring its mellow and fragrant bouquet.

You ask Sherella, "So how long have you been employeed at the keep, if you don't mind my inquiry?"

Sherella laughs!

Sherella says, "I fear the answer to that would date me fiercely."

You clear your throat.

Sherella asks, "So I shall switch the discussion. Might I ask what sect you are aligned with?"

You smile.

You say, "I was a bit resistant to any of the teachings of the guild for quite some time, but eventually I became a student of Tiv's."

You see Court Mage Sherella Ellion-Braun, a Human Moon Mage.

Sherella has silver eyes. Her honey hair is very long and thick, and is worn braided. She has pale skin.

She is in her prime for a Human.

She has a tattoo of a spiraling swirl of silvery stars entwined with tiny multi-colored moons on her neck.

She is in good shape.

She is holding a tall glass of silver wine in her right hand.

Sherella nods.

Sherella says, "There is something to be said about the discipline, at least."

You give a slight nod.

You quietly say, "I had trouble controlling the visions for a very long time."

Sherella nods.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

You say to Sherella, "I have seen the star you wear before. I hope you did not mind the assumption of your Sect."

Sherella smiles.

Sherella says, "Not at all."

You say, "It seemed reasonable, given your position."

You flash a quick grin.

Sherella chortles softly at some secret joke.

Sherella says, "I suppose you could make that connection, yes."

You ask, "So, I admit I am somewhat curious about your half brother. I know him only by reputation. What's he really like?"

Sherella smiles.

Sherella says, "Taramaine is a wonderful man, if not a bit misunderstood."

You ask, "I'm a little ashamed to admit that I really don't know enough about him to have any understandings or misunderstandings. What seems to be the public perception?"

Sherella smiles.

Sherella says, "Well, I will also admit that I have not spent as much time hearing a variety of opinions as I would have liked."

Sherella says, "But I have heard people either say that they love him and what he's done for the guild, or they suspect that he is not a fit leader."

You ask, "What are the duties of his position?"

You say, "I mean, I know.. lead the guild."

Sherella gives a slight nod.

You say, "But lacking the day to day chorese that the guildleaders face, I'm sure he engages in a much wider range of interactions."

Sherella says, "That is more or less the sum of it. Since the tragedy with the Council, he has taken the leadership position and it entails many different aspects of the guild."

Sherella takes a sip of her wine.

You nod amiably.

You ask, "Again, I apologize for my relative ignorance of current events.. but are there any plans regarding the state of the council? Is it to be .. ahh.. repaired?"

Your cloak flutters softly in the breeze.

Sherella nods.

Sherella says, "I fear that I am not exactly qualified to answer that question."

You shake your head.

You say, "That's quite all right. I don't mean to dig."

Sherella smiles.

Sherella nods.

Sherella says, "My brother is leading the guild as best he can, and that is enough for me at least."

You nod.

You say, "That seems all anyone could do, in that position."

Sherella nods.

You take a sip of the wine.

Sherella glances outside a moment.

Sherella smiles.

You ask Sherella, "So do they let you wander the streets often?"

You grin.

Sherella laughs!

You say, "Or will they be hunting for you in your absence..."

Sherella says, "Fortunately, I am not a prisoner of the keep."

You smile.

Sherella says, "Now that you mention it though, I should probably be heading back soon."

You nod.

Sherella takes a sip of her wine.

Sherella smiles.

You say, "Well I'm very pleased to have had a chance to meet you Miss Sherella. Thank you for taking time out of your, admittedly not horribly busy, schedule to share a drink with me."

Sherella laughs!

Sherella nods.

Sherella says, "It was likewise a pleasure. Thank for the drink."

Sherella smiles.

You bow to Sherella.

You say, "You're most welcome."

You say, "It was well earned."

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Sherella grins.

Sherella nods politely.

Sherella says, "Until next time."

Sherella smiles.

You ask, "Well, may I escort you back to the keep at least?"

Sherella chortles softly at some secret joke.

Sherella says, "That would be very nice of you."

You say, "I'm sure you're more than capable of dissuading any louts, but nevertheless..."

... then after a short jaunt back to the keep ...

Sherella just left your group.

Sherella says, "Thank you again."

You say, "Likewise. I enjoyed speaking with you very much. Perhaps some time you can tell me more of what it's like to be a court seer."

A hunchbacked Shadow Servant trudges in, following you.

Sherella chortles softly at some secret joke.

Sherella nods.

Sherella says, "Look for me at the next social function in Zoluren, perhaps."

Sherella grins.

You smile.

Your cloak flutters softly in the breeze.

You say, "I will be sure to. Chances are good no one will volunteer to go in my stead, at any rate."

Sherella laughs!

Sherella gives a slight nod.

You nod politely to Sherella.

You wink at Sherella.

It has been 387 years, 353 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

It is the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Golden Panther.

It is currently winter and it is night.

You're positive it's 5 roisaen after the Anlas of Starwatch.

You say, "Good evening."