Nary for Nereid

Temple District, late evening.

The day is fair, the clouds are fluffy and light, and all is well in the world. Spring in Alexandria is the pleasant place to be, as far as Alexandrians are concerned (although the farmers of the Heartlands may disagree). The Temple District is a flurry of activity, with people coming in and out of temples for work, for worship, and for the consultation of clerics, paladins, and inquisitors, and for--

"I promise, Lady Sura, you're gonna love these men!" A pixie with a bright white dress made of petals, and little fairy wings that match the color of her wings, is flying rapidly mid-air to keep herself from faceplanting from the ground and ruining her perfect blonde ringlets. "They are to _die_ for! Literally. I'd let them _step_ on me."

"Lily-of-the-Valley, we talked about this, remember? You can't say such things once we're in the temple proper. The Angorite oil wrestling is a sacred act for them, not a display of..." The green-haired pixie of dark complexion, a similar size to her friend, sighs deeply, pink wings and dress a similar style to Lily-of-the-Valley's. "Male... virility. Although that's certainly one side effect."

Between the two pixies, however, is a pale woman, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders and a blue parasol (the kind used for warding off the sun) perched on her shoulder. She looks almost sildanyari in shape and form, but there's something a bit off, somehow. Maybe it's the blue tint of her skin. Maybe it's the aquamarine of her eyes. Maybe it's the fact she looks incredibly dour, almost depressed, as the two pixies are bickering at each other.

"Mirabiliiiiiiiis!" Lily-of-the-Valley whines. "You're making Lady Sura grumpy again. C'mon, we're going to see hunky boys! Wrestling in _oil_! For our appreciation--I mean our veneration of the lord of hunky boys, or whatever Angoron's title is."

When Lady Sura finally speaks, it is in a soft tone that is, nonetheless, dripping with the trappings of nobility. "I do not care for 'hunky boys', Lily-of-the-Valley, although I appreciate your attempt to cheer me up. It's just..." She sighs deeply. "They're together again. And that means Deyben is... not with me."

Aragos is in the temple district for the obvious reason: work. Today's work however is over, so he's enjoying a sit-down on some benches that are if not the most comfortable thing ever, far more comfortable than standing on his feet for five more minutes. He yawns.

No expected visit from his boyfriend. No expected dinner with his daughter. Though he supposes he could bring something home for a change of pace. He idly watches the beautiful Lady Sura wander by with her pixie vanguard and yawns again. It's just a boring Eliday.

GAME: Skyler rolls disguise: (12)+4: 16 <OOC> Riptide says, "I am sure Cor'lana and Telamon would let Skyler have her. XD"

Mikilos hums absently to himself as he wanders. The weather is nice, the sun is mostly up, no one is currently trying to kill him, and he has a new book to read. A fine day to get some exercise as he strolls, attention on his text, fully trusting years of practice to keep him from running into anything overly dangerous.

Carver sits at the fountain, head in hands. She doesn't make a point of walking in full combat gear normally, but there she is, fully decked for war. Though the slumped shoulders and general malaise reads exhausted more then focused, despite a pair of bristling quivers and a bandolier with knives. Her head finally falls back, rolling her neck one way and then the other to loosen tense muscles as the high-pitched chatter reaches her ears.

Blink. She then eyes the strange entourage and the stranger lady, rising to her feet.

The doors to the Temple of Eluna open, releasing a few devotees who make their visits during daytime hours, or who need to spend some time in the Dreamer's house. Among them is a familiar sight: a half-elf with platinum locks, his hair tied back neatly, dressed in a pale blue tunic over white trousers with a black stripe down the outside of each leg, tucked into black boots. Telamon Lupecyll-Atlon ambles out of the temple, a faint smile on his face, his expression perhaps reflecting the spring weather.

Stepping aside, he stops to take a deep breath, letting his gaze sweep across the temple plaza, before his eyes pause on Carver. One eyebrow rises fractionally, and he reaches down into his haversack to draw out what looks like a long stave of oak, topped with a rose-blossom. Tapping it experimentally on the cobbles, he begins to wander that way.

Among the throngs of people is a slender, short figure in a black robe and black habit with a veil over her face and a holy symbol of Vardama on her chest: a holy sister of the Harpist, clad in her funeral garb. It's a rather small cloister in the Temple of Vardama, one dedicated to perpetual mourning for all those that don't get the proper funeral rites. But it's a common enough sight that most people just sort of let her move through the crowd without crowding her or looking too closely.

Which is why they don't spot the bright grey-green eyes, the freckles across 'her' nose, and the hint of stubble on 'her' cheeks. Under the borrowed vestiges, Skyler's got his sword and coat, armor and magical dewdads aplenty. He spots Telamon, beams, and begins to make his way over.

It should be a boring Eliday for Aragos. But unfortunately for the paladin of Vardama, Tarien has a temple nearby. And Tarien has a sick sense of humor. Which is how Lily-of-the-Valley catches sight of him and... Well, she's looking respectfully. "Lady Sura, are you into mortal guys?" she asks. "Because look at that tall drink of water. Mmm-mmm! He's even got purple eyes like the Feathered One does. That's pretty nifty."

Mirabilis groans a little. "Don't just point to every attractive man in a mile radius--"

"_And_ there's our lord, Telamon Lupecyll-Atlon! Oh, he's super-duper taken, though. Shit." Lily-of-the-Valley thinks--for all of the thinking she can manage in her noggin. "Well, that guy looks like he's got nothing better to do, let me go 'wingwoman' for you."

Mirabilis and Lady Sura watch as Lily-of-the-Valley wings over to Aragos, landing on the middle of his chest. "Is that a greatsword on your back, or are you happy to see me?" she asks, before giggling. "Hey handsome, I got a friend that's you-sized who could really do with getting out of the dumps! The guy she's crushing on just got back together with his ex."

Lady Sura sighs deeply. "No one here measures up even the slightest to Deyben," she murmurs, tucking a strand of her white hair behind an ear. Yes, not even Mikilos who's nearby seems to even register to her.

Aragos eyes the little pixie that lands nearby him, and he stares at her for a moment before smiling slyly. "Hello. Did I hear you say that you like the idea of being stepped on? Because I'd be happy to provide that service to you." His eyes glint with irritation as he speaks despite the almost pleased smile on his face. The combination is fairly intimidating, but actually manages to make him look more handsome. He has a face meant for looking angry. "As for your friend, I'm not interested; I *have* a boyfriend. And he'd eat you and your pixie pal for lunch if he knew you were flirting with me - or trying to hook me up with whoever."

Carver's warpainted face scrunches up as she recognizes the very diminutive (in stature but not 'appetites') fey, mouthing a prayer against ill-fortune in Dran, but they are not who she seeks and are clearly welcome in Alexandria, even as she observes their wingladyin' with wariness.

Green eyes sweep across the temple grounds, across the expulsed congress of black-veiled nuns, and then over to Telamon. Wince. Looks one way and then the other, then back ahead, nodding to the Archmage in recognition.

Mikilos has regularly been voted amoung the top eligible bachlors in the Tribune polls for years. Not that he keeps track of such things. And we don't talk about the Crimson Pen polls.

Stopped as a young mother tries to keep her children heading the same direction, the wizard peers round in absent curiosity, taking in where his wandering have led him this time. A polite nod and faintly raised brow to Carver, a rather homely nun, some guy with a pixie, some lady with a pixie, pretzel shop having a sale... wait, pixies?

GAME: Telamon rolls perception: (7)+35: 42

He leans casually on the walking stick that is probably -not- a walking stick, knowing Telamon's capabilities. But it doesn't stop his starry eyes from regarding Carver, and when she winces, his eyebrows shoot up again. Not noticing the approaching nun, or (worse) the pixies and their antics, the half-elf sorcerer steps over to Carver, his expression genial.

"You look like you're ready to go hunting, Carver," Telamon remarks. "What's on your mind? Most people come to the temples to get their souls right before setting out on a quest, or something like that."

Ugly? *Ugly?!* Skyler is a gorgeous nun, thank you! When he spots Telamon heading towards an obviously struggling Carver, he pauses. Idiot though he may be, the swashbuckler is a very perceptive person with a certain wisdom when it comes to people that surprises even himself. So he pauses, assesses, and turns sharply to move towards the other exciting sight... A paladin attempting to threaten pixies!

Given his questionable disguise, he stops short so he can listen and eavesdrop without being spotted, although he's distracted by a little girl in rags holding a basket full of match-sticks. He gives the poor little match girl the same regard one would a dangerous snake, eyes narrow slightly as he tugs his veil down further to hide his face.

Lily-of-the-Valley blinks several times when Aragos asks her if she'd like to be stepped on. "Woah," she says softly. "Are you... _flirting_ with me? This is like, the first time it's ever happened!" She takes flight and starts zooming around a little. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy _shit_, a hunky guy is flirting with me! MIRABILIS HELP, HOW DO I FLIRT BACK?"

"He's threatening you, not flirting with you!" Mirabilis calls over to Lily-of-the-Valley. She offers an apologetic look to Lady Sura as she flies over to Lily-of-the-Valley, dragging her away (with great effort) from Aragos. "Come on, you idiot, before you get your life ended by a plate sabaton."

"IT'S THE ONLY WAY I WANT TO DIE," Lily-of-the-Valley screams, and then she spots... Skyler-as-Vardaman. "You! Vardaman cleric lady-person! Err, Mourner! WITNESS MY DEATH-BY-STEPPING!"

Lady Sura sighs deeply. "I wish I were dead," she says almost pitifully. "Then I'd stop thinking about him."

Aragos watches the pixie pulling her friend back with some interest. "You had best listen to your friend." He rises to his feet, glancing toward the Mourner near him and offering her a faint nod. There's something familiar about her. And not in the usual way. He wonders if he insulted her at some point or another.

He steps after the pixie. "If she wants to die so badly, you should let her go. At least I'll kill her quickly. Better and cleaner than the fate she's toying with." He makes an amused noise even as his purple eyes slide to the woman who they were with. "You should keep your friends on a shorter leash lady."

"Archmage," Carver acknowledges the second of their like with a hint of surprise behind her exhaustion. It's rare to see two in one place. Temple is drawing some illustrious company today, it would seem. She blows out a long breath as she looks back to Telamon, considering how best to answer this. "Been huntin'. For... I dunno, most of the sun's day." The sweat across her face would show that to be true. "I was looking, uh, for the escaped convict." She does not care to name him. "I though' for a minute there, I foun' the trail again but it's lost. I think whoever he was gettin' help with enchanted and they've gone deep underground, or made it out of the city." Her shoulders slump as she deals with the mental damage of admitting defeat. "So I am here. Uh, speaking of... that group known to you? Either of yous?" She motions to the Lady Angst and her Entinyrage. "I feel like I met them before."

Unfortunately, there are certain things Telamon's ears are... tuned for. The hiss of a mis-mixed potion, the pop of a wine bottle being properly opened, the voices of his wife and her familiar. All of these will get his attention. But another sound is the dulcet tones of a certain garden pixie becoming overly exuberant or emotional. He knows when he hears -that-, things are about to get... complicated. His eyes narrow, and he holds up a finger to Carver. "Hold that thought..." His gaze passes by Skyler again, not recognizing him. Probably because he has other things on his mind right now.

His voice rings out like a beautiful, commanding bell. "Lily-of-the-Valley! Mirabilis! Come here!" There's that unexpected snap of authority in his words -- he doesn't use it often, but it's there. "What is all this-- ah, Aragos. Good to see you again. Now, as I was saying, what is all this shouting?"

He glances at Carver. "You may have. Lily likes to go to the Colosseum, and watch the lads there."

Skyler the (apparent) Mourner has most of his attention on the poor little match girl, who's lip is quivering as no one wants to buy her matches. Her large eyes are liquid with unshed tears... That dry up as she turns the corner, leaning in to mutter to a young boy selling newspapers. Something about 'Cashew' and 'the enemy'.

He turns when he's greeted by the pixie, and for a moment is staring at Aragos straight in the face. He then ducks his head, attempting for demure rather than like he's trying to hide his face. "Death comes when the Harpist decrees." He intones wisely, "If She decrees it to be your time, then it is so. Do not attempt to subvert her will for your fey jollies." He coughs, because holy sisters don't talk about 'fey jollies', quickly adding, "Perhaps you should find someone else to step on you? I hear there is a tavern that charges quite a reasonable rate for that sort of stuff."

GAME: Aragos rolls Perception: (20)+2: 22

Mikilos ahs, grasping the gist of Carver's current state. His attention turns towards the pixie's and Telamon's apparently familiarity with them. Then there's the 'nun' and 'her' comment. He's not one to judge. "Momma Rosie's, can find most anything for the right price.... I've heard."

"Woah, Momma Rosie's, and _where_ is that place? I'm broke but--" Lily-of-the-Valley's words to Mikilos and Skyler are cut off by Telamon's sharp command, and suddenly the two pixies are on the ground before him, bowing over and over again.

"Lord Lupecyll-Atlon!" they both cry, before Lily-of-the-Valley looks up at Telamon and says, "I want Aragos to step on me."

Mirabilis sighs deeply. "We learned that Lady Sura, who is a visiting guest from the Court of Midnight Foam, was here in the city, and we decided to help lift her mood. Well, I was suggesting a nice stroll in the gardens, but Lily had other ideas."

"They're hardly my friends," Lady Sura says dryly to Aragos. "I merely came to visit this horrible city, looking for some bauble or trinket that would win the heart of my beloved to look at me favorably--for there are things that remind him of his former life--and then these two... _attendants_ greeted me. Lily-of-the-Valley was insisting upon me attending some sort of mortal display of male virility. It sounds positively vulgar to me, but then again, look where I am." She lifts an elegant hand to motion at the whole of the environ around her... as well as the people.

Then she says, "But, if the lot of you help me find something lovely to bring back to my love, that he might at least offer me a smile... then this whole trip need not be wasted."

It's not until the nun looks Aragos full in the face that Aragos suddenly realizes who it is. He grins suddenly and reaches out to clasp the other - man - on the shoulder. "Hey! I owe you another round of Krampus Slap!" He grins at 'her' with good-will and completely forgets about the pixies and their strange lady. Well. Not completely. "What are you doing dressed as a Mourner Skyler? Here, come with me and we'll get something to eat aye? Maybe with Telamon."

He waves to Telamon before glancing over at the woman who is talking to him. "Uh. I'm not so good at helping folks figure out how to win their loves or anything like that. Ask Telamon. He seems to be the sociable sort." Aragos only belatedly realizes that this means he has to stick around long enough for Telamon to finish talking to this weird woman.

GAME: Telamon rolls Knowledge/Nature+4: (18)+21+4: 43
GAME: Carver rolls knowledge/nature+4: (17)+16+4: 37

"There's a man named Captain Cashew that's working with an inquisitor of Kor to hunt me down to kill me..." Skyler explains conversationally, adding, grimly, "Or worse: return me to my family." He glances around, frowning, "He hired an orphanage worth of street urchins to track me down, so I'm in disguise. You can call me Sister Sledge. We are family, after all." And he chuckles, clasping the paladin's shoulder in return, "And we definitely need to do another round of Krampus Slap! I promised Nemenba to teach him how it's played now that he's free."

He glances at Lily of the Valley, squinting at her before brightening. "Oh! Hey! I heard about you! Telamon said you're a randy little thing. If you do go to Momma Rosie's, ask for Theo. He helped me tape my chest and even Cor'lana's bird-grandpa thought my tits were nice!"

Telamon takes a good hard look at the nun when Aragos greets 'her' and... then he just reaches up to rub the bridge of his nose. "Of course," he says in a bit of a non sequitur, before giving Skyler a weary look. "You need to call him out or something. Challenge him to a duel on the rigging of a ship. That sounds appropriate for you."

He heaves a huge sigh, turning his attention to the pixies, before looking at Lady Sura. "My apologies. They are ...members of my household, but they are also free-spirited and sometimes can be a bit much." Telamon places his hand over his heart, bowing. "I am called Telamon Lupecyll-Atlon, and I bid you welcome. What troubles you so, Lady Sura, that you find yourself wandering our streets?"

Mikilos turns his focus to the Lady Sura, offering a small bow of deference. "Archmage Mikilostravia Abrioudelanarchie Mithralla, at your service. Would be my pleasure to assist, but not knowing the tastes of your beloved, I can only offer the vaguest of suggestions. What sort of trinkets usually please their eye?"

Carver's side eye is an impressive thing, and it's leveraged fully at Skynun. It's hard for her to not recognize the former pirate by this point. It would require just a lot of mental reserves to ignore the statement about Bird Grandad seduction. Then she laughs, a little burst of giddy amusement like a pixie's hiccup. Then slaps her hand to mouth with white-knucked intent.

Exhale. Exhaustion cloaks her. To Lady Sura, "The sighs of the shiftin' seas and the kiss of sea-salt breeze, Lady Foam. Why not. I am a failure at everythin' BUT gettin' you lots with lovers, so why don't you tell us of your paramour."

Lily-of-the-Valley cheers considerably when Skyler tells her that he's heard of her. "Wow! I'm famous! If Theo or whoever tapes up my boobs, do you think I'll get guys to look at me?"

Carver and Telamon's words are a balm for Lady Sura, who finally--finally!--is smiling, her aquamarine eyes alight in delight. "Well, Lord Deyben is very fond of cherries," she says. "I was hoping to find some cherries to bring him, ripe and in-season, but sadly, it appears they are _not_ in season. Apparently the farmers of the Heartlands have not learned how to call the earth to their whim rather than the other way around." She pouts severely. "As for other things... He likes wearing earrings, usually one long dangling earring from his left ear and two small hoops on the upper part of his pointed ear. He must have been half-sil in his former life. So exotic."

She sighs deeply. "I've tried to give him earrings before, when I sent him letters, but he ignored all of them. I never heard back. Not even the once. I thought once Mori gave up on him, he'd finally turn his attention to me, but then they went and got back together."

Lily-of-the-Valley looks back at Lady Sura. "Sounds like she needs the boob-tape more than I do," she whispers in Skyler's direction.

Everything is fine, everything is great really for Aragos. A nice round of Krampus Slap is on the table. Maybe an evening of drinking and hanging out with friends. Then Skyler says *something* and a storm breaks out over Aragos's expression like watching the sky turn from a merry blue to black in an instant. Only his eyes are purple not blue. His hand turns to a hardened grip on Skyler's shoulder. "What?"

His voice is low and dangerous. "Cor'lana's grandfather said *what*?" Oh no. Something is definitely not great or fine. (Now he really has forgotten the pixies and their friend.)

Telamon looks sympathetically at Lady Sura. "I would not wish to stoke false hope in your heart, Lady Sura. If he has refused to acknowledge your letters, and has in fact reunited with another... perhaps it is time to let go of him." He offers her a smile. "I could supply cherries, but I fear it would do you no good."

Then Aragos grabs Skyler, and Telamon glances over. Deciding that the best solution for this is to just 'come clean', he snorts. "Skyler showed up on my doorstep dressed as a woman, while Grandfather was visiting. Get off your warhorse, sir knight, there's no dragon to slay here. Grandfather was just impressed with the costume and said so." A pause. "Although I could've done without learning that Grandfather had done something similar. The things we learn..."

One pale grey-green eye twitches as Aragos squeezes, mithril biting into the slim but sturdy shoulders of the swashbuckler. At first his expression is confused and slightly worried, before he shoved it down into the abyss that Skyler usually hides anything approaching rational, intelligent thought. Once everything's shoved into the void between his ears, he meets those stormy eyes.

"I showed up in drag to avoid Cashew. He was complimentary of the drag, especially when Theo used alchemical tape on my chest to push my pectoral muscles together to create cleavage." He says quietly, tone not exactly soothing but with a certain something to it that's conversational and designed to de-escalate the tension from the paladin, "No promises or offers made from either of us. Telamon and Cor'lana were both there."

He blinks, eyes going from serious to something more typically thoughtless as he beams at Telamon. "It's a great way to get free drinks! You should try it sometime. We could use an hot iron to curl your hair, maybe a little kohl around your eyes. Depending on the tavern, if you bring Cor'lana and start mashing faces like you two do, you could probably get free drinks all night!" He beams, and adds, "And I'm working on the Cashew situation. He refuses to parlay, but I'm working with the Society to back up the legitimacy of my challenge and maybe ambush him." Beat. "Just not by jumping out of a cake again, though. The baker nearly scalped me after I went to apologize for wasting his showpiece."

Lady Mori, Lady Mori.... where does she recognize that name? It strikes her. Her eyes close. So tired. So very tired.

"I was there, Lady Foam, when the two reconciled on a hill under a high sun beneath a great tree shorn of its leaves, where he kissed an iron's blade and begged her to be taken back. I ain't a romantic but even I coul' see he was drowning for her." Carver says. "Move on. Be happy for them. That woul' be the best gift you could give, iffin' you really love him." She looks at Mikilos, to see if he has any further advice for the temperamental nereid.

Mikilos ponders alternatives. "If fresh cherries aren't an option, perhaps a processed cherry item? Cherry preserves, cherry wine? Though I do agree with Lord Lupecyll-Atlon's assessment. Moving on might be the better option."

"Or cherry wine," Carver tiredly adds. Carver says, “Maybe. Probably.”

Lady Sura glares at Telamon, Carver, and Mikilos. "So you will _not_ help me," she says. "Fine then. I will simply do things myself."

She wheels around on her heel. "I will not require your escort any longer, Lily-of-the-Valley and Mirabilis. Please have a good evening. As for myself... I have a cat to catch."

"A cat?" Lily-of-the-Valley says with a raised brow. "Wait, do you think she's referring to her--"

"I hardly think she's referring to the Baroness Mori'amana," Mirabilis says dryly, but then she looks at Skyler thoughtfully. "Lord Telamon _would_ make a convincing woman if he wanted to. In fact, did he not with the Nemenba mission? I remember Lady Cor'lana talking about it..."

"The gender-bender is a time-honored Crimson Pen staple!" Lily-of-the-Valley pipes up, forgetting all about it as Lady Sura walks away. "Think of the possibilities! 'Oops, I Got Turned Into a Woman But My Hot Fey-touched Wife Doesn't Mind: The Telmana Lupecyll-Atlon Chronicles' would sell like hotcakes! If I write it, I'll have MONEY. Money I can use to go get stepped on at Mamma Rosie's!"

She flies away, screaming into the evening, "MONEY FOR HUNKY BOYS!"

"I suppose I'd best catch her," Mirabilis says apologetically to Telamon, before the more level-headed of the pixies also flies off.

Reluctantly, and a bit apologetically Aragos releases Skyler. He frowns at Telamon's gruff words, but... Figures they're probably deserved. "Sorry Skyler." He scrubs an adamantine gauntlet through his hair and shrugs. "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."

He frowns at himself and there's a bit of a bitter look on his face. "Not used to someone liking me for a change I guess." Aragos sighs and drops his hand. "It's hard for me to believe sometimes." This is more muttered to himself, and he decides that maybe he ought not drink and play games with his friends.

"Rain check on the game and dinner Skyler. Oh, and tell Cashew and that Inquisitor of Kor that if they cause you any trouble that there'll be a Vardaman to speak to for it mmm?"

He lifts a hand in farewell. "I'm going to head out of the city to make a call." Time he put his head in the game completely…

Mikilos winces at the suggested name, nod nods. "She's right, it would sell like hot cakes. Never been a fan of the gender bending tales myself, but I suppose they're marginally better than the yoai."

Telamon starts to raise his hand, to argue with Lady Sura, but... she's storming off. "Damn," he mutters to himself. "That... could've gone better." His eyes turn to Aragos and Skyler. "That sounds like an idea, actually. See what you can do to discourage Cashew and his inquisitor buddy. Preferably before it comes to blows."

He rolls his eyes at Lily and Mirabilis, and shakes his head at Mikilos. "Don't worry about those two. Worst case is she actually gets published, but honestly, considering the tripe that gets circulated about Cor'lana and myself... it won't make that much difference."

Finally, he looks at Carver, examining her. "Alright, hunter, I think you need a good night's sleep before you set out to track your next quarry." He offers the ranger a hand. "Come on. I'll get you tucked in somewhere not too fancy and you can set out on the morrow."

Before he can get too far, Skyler's hand reaches out, quick as lightning to grab Aragos by the shoulder. "Hey, nothing to apologize for, brother." He says low, seriousness returning to his tone and eyes, "And you *are* worthy. If you won't believe that, we can believe that enough for you."

And then Aragos is released, Skyler giving him a quick grin, "If you're out in the woods, try not to shoot any boars, hey? My friend Jarik is out hunting truffles or whatever it does when he runs around as a pig." He then turns back to the pixies, and laughs, "If you need a proof-reader, or someone to assist with distribution, let me know! I have a friend in the Dwarven mafia that'd help." He says cheerfully, "I've not quite the renown to get any official Crimson Pen novels, but I've been working on some stories of my own. Bootleg Crimson Pen, if you will."

Cat, huh? Carver watches Saru storm off with a pensive frown. Too many threads, some of which require more immediate attention. "Yeah, sure, Archmage. Too tired to make an argument of it, an' the trail's cold anyway. Good to see you again, Mikilos, an' uh... Mourner." She does not use Skyler's name out of respect for whatever this Cashew problem is. One day? She will remember to ask.

-End