What to Spend it On

Log Info

• Title: What to Spend it On
• Emitter: Barclaiigh
• Characters: Barclaiigh, Skielstregar, Andelena, Seyardu, Paenitia
• Place: TarRaCe
• Time: February 14th, 2022
• Summary: Barclaiigh is sitting with a pouch full of shinies in front of him, staring at it, figuring out what to do with the pay of a few recent jobs. Skielstregar, Andelena, and Seyardu arrive and offer some suggestions. Talk revolves around some kobolds occupying a spring, which reminds Skielstregar about something, and he heads off into the cold. Paenitia enters in all her splendour, introductions go around, as she's there to get food for Rameriez and find a Jinks. As conversations wax and wane, people file out, it ending with a hug.

The sky is clear and a wonderful shade of bright blue, like a doom of perfect, uncracked ice enclosing a white world of winter snow beneath. The winds help people get where they're going faster... when they're not blowing snow-dusted gusts into pedestrian's faces heading the wrong direction. Folks hustle where they're going and clutch loose, light things closely to their persons lest they lose them into the grasping, icy gales.

Inside the Tarrace it's approaching the supper-hour and the staff is moving with a purpose so as to not be caught unprepared. A lithe, long-faced elf with silvery hair sits perched on the stage plucking away at his lyre. His clothes are patchwork and in need of a good washing and his cheeks are lightly-frostbitten. This performance inside seems a lucky break for him. His music is pleasant an unobtrusive, twinkling on quietly in the background as people drink, eat, and converse.

The increasingly-frequent Khazadi guest of the Tarrace sits at a table by himself, one palm flat on the surface while the other clutches his well-traveled mug. His bushy beard braces on the table-top, too, puffying up to eclipse his wide lips as he glowers at an open coinpurse twinkling with gems, platinum coins, and gold in abundance. It's perhaps not the wisest choice to have so much wealth sitting in the open but Barclaiigh is too busy eyeing it as if it were a snake ready to bite him to think better of it.

Of one of the objects sparkling away in that bag, something wreathed in brilliant silver passes by with lumbering yet careful steps. It's a towering makari, clad in just a tunic and pants, a flail tucked into his belt, and his Dragonfather symbol clinking lightly against a red scale looped on it. The chill outside was perfect weather for him, and it propped up his mood, as he was standing tall with a everpresent smile on his fanged maw.

"Sssshaman Barclaiigh!" Skielstregar greets, a hand gesturing towards bag after he's done watching the show from the elf. "It isss just metal and stone, it won't bite!"

Not nearly so tall as Skielstregar, a familiar Sunguard walks into the TarRaCe this afternoon. With a shrug of her shoulders and a hand brushing off the snow from her armor, Andelena of Selentia frees herself of winter's claim.

That's a nice and poetic thought until she opens her mouth. "Shit. It's fucking frigid out there," she says with a huff.

Andelena spots both the dwarf and the Daeusite makar. She dons a smirk as she approaches Barc's table, putting her hand on the lacquered wood. "Hell of a lot of trust to be counting your riches at the table, Barc," she says. "How are you and Skielstregar doing? Peace on your nest, by the way, big fella."

The Tarrace was always a welcome place for rest and relaxation, and a welcome respite from the cold for most. Seyardu was there to enjoy the food, and more importantly, the baths. It was at this point that the cleric was exiting the bathhouse, dressed casually for the time. She steps by the table, and thumps her tail against the ground once. "Peace on your nest, Skielstregar! And, barclaigh, and Andelena, yes?" She greets warmly. "This one would ask the same about how others are doing. And if you are concerned about your gold, the temple of Althea is always seeking more donations to help more in the city."

There's a grunt and a puffed exhale that makes the wave auburn hair of the dwarfbeard sway like a tumbleweed caught on a fence in high winds. Then Bar comes out of his thoughts with a few rapid blinks of his small eyes and smiles as he recognizes the familiar faces. "Oh! Worm-ridden shucks'n droughted barley... how long've y'been standin' there? H'lo!" He waves his calloused sausage fingers in eager greeting and then bashfully considers the hot topic of conversation.

"Pay came through on a job. Tryin' t'decide what I'm meant t'do with all that. Feel like a blasted drago--" he glances at Skielstregar and blinks, the word sticking in his throat. He glances to Andelena-- and then his eyes go even wider when he makes note of Seyardu's approach. "A greedy person, I mean. Not t'go 'round reinforcin' negative stereotypes or--" he lifts his mug and buys a moment taking a long drink, slrrrrrrp, then sucks the moisture from his mustache.

"Y'know they say m'kin can be greedy, too. Not the Stoutbrews, specifically, but Khazad-aul in general (not so much the Mornir but th'stories of th'Ur...)." He mutters the brief tangent before clearing his throat and offering his guileless smile. "So I s'pose there's nothin' wrong with that..." his eyes shift about. He slaps his free hand down on the pouch and drags it off the table.

"Yeah... temple sounds like a good idea," he agrees with a bobbing nod. "'Takes a hold t'raise a child,'" he intones.

Skielstregar looks up and spies the two women joining. "Ah, Andelna. Hisss light upon you. Thank you, and peassse on your nessst," he hums happily, reaching out an arm to pull the much shorter silverscale into a side hug. "And peace upon yoursss, ssssister."

He stands up taller. "Thisss one issss good! Great, even," he answers honestly, thumbing his necklace.

The massive makari gives a hearty laugh at that, patting Barc on the back. "Worry not. Neither been here long, nor any offence."

A glance to Seyardu's suggestion gives a nod, but he also offers, "Could alssso get sssomething that makesss your life easier. Consssidering you run jobsss for the guild sssometimesss. Thisss one understandsss not wanting to be greedy. They feel similar. They needn't much to get by, nor have want for much. But the toolsss of the trade sssometimesss are quite expensssive."

"Me? Shit Barc, I dunno about them, but I've been standing here for /hours/. Rude to keep a woman waiting." Andelena grins wickedly at the dwarf man as she slaps the table, loud enough to provide her own comic beat rather literally. "I'm just fuckin' with you. Hasn't even been a minute."

The Sunguard barks a laugh before she looks over at Seyardu. "Peace on your nest too. And y'know, I'm sure with other temples, I should be saying something like, 'Please consider the Temple of Daeus in your almsgivings today' but I don't think the Knight would like me taking money away from his Queen. 'Sides, a lot of our missions overlap for the forces of good."

She looks a tad more thoughtful when the subject of equipment comes up. "I mean, I'm not one to talk for it considering I've mostly gotten by with a longsword and my own muscles. But you can't buy the latter."

"And you would know that coin given to Althea has a way of finding a way to the temple of Daeus. After all, part of caring for people, is making sure the care is not needed in the first place." Seyardu chuckles. "Yes, we have only just gotten here, so do not owrry about that. And do not think we are here simply because you have a pile of coins on the table, either."

"It is good to hear you are all doing well." The sith-makar states with a small, slightly unsettling smile. "But yes, adventuring is dangerous, but necessary work. It took me some time to get used to investing in my own work and things needed."

Visibly relieved at having not offended anyone, Bar heaves another sigh and sits back in his chair, drawing out a creaking groan from the furniture. There's a quiet scratching sound as he draws his palm down his face and he laughs at Andelena's teasing. "Y'all're welcome t'have a seat. Ain't nobody but maybe miss Irshya gonna sit'n listen t'me put my foot in m'mouth, otherwise." He grins.

Folks suggesting he invest in himself makes the dwarf consider the furs piled on the floor by his feet and the spear leaning against the pile. There's a thoughtful frown and he's looking down at his simple, baggy tunic and shrugging. The tusks on his necklace bounce against his barrel chest.

"Somethin' t'think about, surely. N'maybe somethin' fer Porter, too." He raps his fingers on the table and waves down a passing member of the staff. "Another drink, at least'n a nice bath after. Th'hotsprings I found've been... ah, co-opted by some little kobold fellers'n they ain't too keen on sharin' with th'likes a me."

Skielstregar chuffs at Andelena's jest and nods in agreement. "Yess, the missionsss do. However..."

A light sigh leaves him. "Ssssometimess musscle alone doessn't solve thingsss, and a longsssword sharpened by magic tendsss to cut better than any amount of ssstrength can," he mentions, extrapolating off of Seyardu.

He finds himself a seat (really, getting two seats and shoving them together to support him) and sits with the the dwarven man. Invoking the gobbo's name makes Skiel glance towards the bathhouse and rub his neck, but otherwise he shakes his head. "Oh?" he mentions, raising a scaled brow. "Ssssome koboldsss have taken over a spring? Where at? Thisss isss newsss to thisss one."

"You're totally right on that one," Andelena replies to Skielstregar's notion as she accepts Barclaiigh's generous offer of seating, taking the chair next to him at the table. "I oughta look into that--getting a magic-sharpened blade. I mean, I can do it myself with the light of the Knight, but only for a hot minute."

She raises a brow too. "Kobolds taking over springs? I'll be real damn honest, never occurred to me that springs were a thing they'd be interested in. --Also, those baths are pretty nice. Finally tried them out last night with the partner."

"Kobolds like hot springs as much as anyone else. It is not that strange." Seyardu shrugs, though her interest was clearly piqued. "I can not think why they would stop you from using the place, unless it was the other tribe near the lake."

"The baths are really nice here, yes. As for magical weapons, there are many options, but some magical beasts are not easy to hurt with just normal steel. Having options is important as well, cold iron, silver, those sorts of things. My polearm is enchanted so that it can be used to knock foes out rather than outright slay them, though it feels ever since getting it, there has been little reason to use it for such."

The dwarf watches Skielstregar's glancing at the bathhouse and shares something of a sympathetic look. Muttering, "She wasn't around. Made a point t'get a lay of the land afore settlin'n. She keeps makin' t'meddle'n things'n I do a good enough job of lookin' a fool on m'lonesome." He blushes a little at the thought, though he doens't speak unfondly of the gobber. She's been rather nice to him.

"Local grove put some runes on my pokin' stick not long ago. Luckily I ain't got much cause for pokin' folk." There's a violent clearing of the throat and he drains his mug, stopping to lean back and take the glass from the barboy, pouring it into his freshly-empty traveling mug before handing it back. Offering an "easy roads" blessing in thanks.

"Aye," he turns back to the table scratching his beard and thinking. "Brown'n green with yella stripes. Not mean're anythin' just... not interested'n sharin'? Porter's short-tempered on's best days in this cold'n I don't speak th'language." He has a drink and closes his eyes appreciatively at the brew, nearly swallowing his mustache in sucking it dry. "Left'm with somma my special currants'n a pile'a mushrooms. Maybe try back'n a coupla days without th'grumpy bear tryn'a pick a fight." He sulks a little, "... really like those springs."

Skielstregar nods in agreement about the kobolds. "Yesss. The smaller ssscaled folk like it jussst asss any other."

A light sigh leaves him, perhaps a tinge of... bittersweet nostalgia at the mention of Knightly light. "Yesss. Hisss Radiance isss helpful in that regard. Thisss one hass their own, er, methodsss of alighting their blade."

He glances to Barclaiigh, and he subtly nods. Just as quietly, her murmurs back. "... she isss a good perssson. Though, a little... nosssey, asss you folk sssay. She isss wissse."

He blinks at the story, rubbing his chin. "... never heard of them... but... perhapsss they'll be more open in a few daysss. Koboldsss like usseful thingsss, thisss one hasss found."

Something crosses his mind, a hand thumbing the redscale on his necklace as he stands. "... which remindsss thisss one, they have to stop by the marketsss. It wasss a pleasssure ssspeaking with you all. Peasse on your nesstsss, and have a nice day!" he smiles wide, patting the two softskins on the shoulder before hugging the short silver scale.

Then, he wanders out into the cold, unfazed by it with his tail swaying behind him.

"Light on your path, Skielstregar--peace on your nests," Andelena says in parting to the sith-makar, a wave to chase him out the door as he goes into the cold. She shivers and shakes her head as the wind sneaks inside for that brief moment.

"Damn the cold," she says. She stands up from her chair and looks to Seyardu and Barclaiigh. "Either of you want a drink? I've been sitting in here too long without getting drunk, so I'm fixing that."

The Sunguard goes to order herself a mug of ale at the bar. "Honestly, I know next to nothing about their people. Where I'm from, we dealt more with shitty noblemen who'd get their throats slit by jealous second-in-liners at the drop of a hat more than anything else," she explains rather casually as she waits on drinks.

"Ah, do not worry about it, I can more than afford a few drinks to spare at this point." Seyardu chuckles quietly. "So do not worry about it, though the offer is appreciated. I will get something for myself."

"They sound like the kobolds I know out in the forest. They are good folk, trying to make the best of things out there, in spite of what many would say. I am sure if you were able to communicate, they would be welcoming enough."

"It sounds like an unpleasant place. Where I am from, if any tried to put others down for their own personal gain, they would likely be exiled based on the severity of it. And in Am'shere, that is usually a death sentence. It has taken some time to get used to things, in these lands."

Barclaiigh holds up his freshly-filled tankard in response to Andie's offer, quickly smiling his thanks-but-no. The smile leaves quickly and he's fingering the tusks hanging from his thong necklace. "Had m'shara that. Family troubles, I mean... but y'can't choose yer kin'n iff'n yer lucky someday they'll see their mistakes fer what they are."

The dwarf listens to Seyardu's explanation and he grins, happy to leave his grim recountings behind. "Good! 'm glad it didn't come t'blows, then. They seemed like th'type t'be more scareda ya than outright mean; jus' defendin' what they got." He lets go his mug and folds his arms on the table, leaning forward. "'Word teaches us t'share'n see th'bigger picture where we can... but not everyone has that blessin'. 'Can't preach balance t'a man already fallin' over,' like they say. 'Gotta catch'im first.'"

Andelena's ordering for one, then. She shrugs and, in due time, gets her booze. She returns to the table and sits down, her cloak unfurling a little with the powerful way she moves until it's caught underneath her posterior. "Most things in this life are just trying to get by and live. Animals, people--they both are awfully the same in a lot of ways. Shit, don't get /me/ started on preaching, either, though. I came here to drink. These nightmares and some of those people lined up outside of the Temple of Eluna are something else."

She knocks back a big gulp before setting down down onto the table with a thud. "I'd love to talk about /my/ family troubles if you don't want to. Mostly because they're funny as shit. Made my older brother cry so hard he pissed his pants when I was ten and he was thirteen because I put him in a headlock."

Seyardu leaves, and returns, with a large mug in hand, to take a seat at the table. "Yes, I am glad things did not come to blows either. The last thing they need is for the guard to have more reason to hire people to wipe them out." The makari sighs. "And it is good you are alright as well. They are just trying to do alright out there, but there is another group that is quite dangerous. So be wary if you do see any groups out in the forest."

Seyardu blinks, and chuckles at the small story. "This one thought most children wrestled for fun, and were not terrified by it. It is not uncommon in Am'shere, it is a good way to learn how to protect oneself."

"Just sounds like kids t'me," Bar agrees with Seyardu after he has a good laugh, his gut jostling the table a bit. Another drink and his facial hair is dripping as he grins and shakes his head. "A score plus me'a Stoutbrews'n our crop plus some'a th'younger staff might's well've been kin... plenty rough-housin' t'be had. 'n we had th'caves, fields, brewery, 'n waystop t'get inta trouble throughout."

The dwarf combs at his wild beard with his fingertips as he recollects, "Don't grow up in the middle've that'n come out unscathed." He gestures with the mug and goes for another drink. "Or knowin' fer a fact that y'can stuff four small fellers inta'n empty barrel'n still seal it shut... or what it smells like bein' one of those four after a few hours," he snorts.

"Know you say y'don't miss all the nobles but I imagine you miss yer kin," suggests Barclaiigh with a soft look at Andelena. "Even th'brother with soiled trousers."

"That's the thing," Andelena says to Seyardu. "It wasn't quite roughhousing at that point as much as it was me putting some respect into my older brother's head. He kept calling me an ornery sow that'd never get a man, to which I told him I don't need a man if I can break 'em all--and then I put him in a headlock and threatened to make his ass look like his horse trampled on it." She grins, a little too proud of this moment. "It was worth all the tongue-lashings from mom later."

She nods to Barclaiigh. "I was a middle child too. Only daughter of three kids, one older boy and one younger. They were Mother's precious little boys and I was her little unruly beast."

Andelena picks her mug back up. "Honestly? I don't think they ever think about me. I was their embarrassment the moment I sauntered in with a farmboy and told them I wanted to marry him. They'd hoped one day I'd turn into some prim and proper lady to marry to some old sack of shit with a dick that'd take a miracle to get working, and I told 'em to shove that old man dick back up their asses if they weren't going to approve."

"Ah, the dick up the asses. This the nice change from hearing the piss up the asses." A cheerful and child-like voice calls out loudly. The source, a little knight in full plate armour, completely encased and concealed. She, for the armour is shapely and feminine, clanks across the floor like a marching chess piece.

One of the red queen's, for the armour is completely crimson and even incorporates a wide-brimed hat into the helm. The visor is a mask, oddly masculine, with a stylized smile and wide moustache. She has weapons, a warhammer and silver sword, and a shield slung to her back. A hand is held high in a wave and she continues towards the kitchen. Her hail some sort of ride-by retort.

Barclaiigh was mid-drink as Andelena goes on her tirade about the sagging, aged meats involved in Myrrish courtship rituals. The surprised cough into his mug is an unscheduled, foamy bath for his face. There's enough force to splash his shoulders and the floor behind him. And a Lucht passing by minding her own business. Her shout of alarm and grumbling is lost beneath the coughing and sputtering of the Khazadi wildman as he brings up his tunic to hide the lower part of his face.

Bar's forehead is red and his small eyes watering by the time he has himself under control-- only quietly coughing between heaving breaths. He groans, clears his throat, and wipes an already-dirty sleeve across his face to add smeared grime to the dripping head and drink. Then he's blinking at an unfamiliar, elaborately-armored form walks past and into the kitchens. He pauses to look around and make sure pink elephants haven't manifested as well.

"Ah-- er, hrm. Cchh. Sorry, -kaff-." He blinks away a few last tears at Andelena and shudders out a sigh. "Jus' wasn't expectin' cocks t'pop up..." he stops and squints his eyes shut, going red. "I -MEAN- yer a nice enough lady'n my kin'd love t'meet you'n..." he trails off, going even-redder still. He just pushes the mug aside and puts his head down on the table, pulling his tunic up over his massive bush of auburn hair.

"The one you saw earlier, that was my older brother." Seyardu offers, with a quiet chuckle a she listens to all the stories. "Which may come as a surprise, given I look older than they do. Or, if you know what my kind are like, I look older than him. Thankfully, we do have a good relationship, I would say."

"I fail to see the problem, but it sounds a lot like all the noble house refuse that I have come to learn of in Alexandria. This one feels that if there is one you love, then you should feel free to pursue it, and this is not said just because I am a follower of Althea."

Then she spies a familiar unfamiliar face, and waves quickly. "Ah, Dame Paenitia!" She greets loudly. "I do not know if you have met her before, but this is Dame Paenitia Snapdragon Del Harana, knight of the pillar, paladina of Tarien, member of the mad dogs of Isobar." She offers to the others. "It has been some time, how have you been?"

"Does /anyone/ expect cocks, besides those who pull down their own pants to admire it? I hear men do that sometimes," Andelena replies somewhat sheepishly. It's not due to the subject matter, however, but due to the sheer mess that she's turned Barclaiigh into. "Least of all cocks in asses unless you wanted them to be there to begin with. Lemme go find a towel or something..."

But then the Dame is introduced. The mighty paladina of Tarien revealed. "Dame Paenitia," Andelena says, almost like she's tasting a beer for the first time and ruminating on the flavor. "Quite a lot of titles you got there. Being a fellow holy woman myself, I'll assume you rightfully earned them. I'm Andelena of Selentia--just a traveling Sunguard. Nothing fancy about me."

"Hola Seyardu!" Dame Paenitia waves at the sith'makar, halting at the kitchen door, "Just the minute, I am making the order."

She leans in and talks with the kitchen staff, who are almost entirely right-sized in one version or another. Laughter and the clanging of pots are the answer she receives.

Returning, she clanks over to the table, bringing a tall chair with her. This is climbed, a task made more treacherous by heavy armour, and she takes a seat. "That was the invite to join, the question of the titles? It is not the usual greeting I am used too, Andelena of Selentia of the Sunguard, but well met."

The ever-grinning mask turns towards Seyardu, "I have been involve in the long quest, which I think the others have solve for me, but it is okay, I have the many others." She laughs.

Finally finding the will to climb out of his embarrassment, Barclaiigh sits back up and tugs his tunic back down. There's a quiet 'fwump' as his hair is loosed and he's pulling out a rag from his belt to wipe the grime, sweat, and tears away. He busies himself staring into the bottom of the mug as the froth crawls back down, conjured for a time by his cough but never long for the world. His lips purse and he blows out a slow, steady sigh. A deliberate lifting of the mug and he leans back, draining it down.

"Bungle the Dwarf, never t'be seen again," he croaks, standing and hooking his mug onto his belt, bending to collect his furs and spear, and then waving his sausage fingers without making any sort of eye contact as he shuffles up to the baths smelling of spilt beer.

"Ah, that is alright, take whatever time you need." Seyardu chuckles. "I can assure you Andelena, that Paenitia has earned said titles and many more for her actions, honor and bravery."

She turns to Barclaiigh, and blinks before waving him off. "Take care and enjoy the baths. They are always good."

Her attention turns back to Paenitia and Andelena. "I hope your journey went well. And ah, huh. This one can not help but feel you would get along well with my friend Aryia, Andelena. Something about the way you speak."

"Light on your path," Andelena offers Barclaiigh with another wave. That at least sounds more Sunguard-ish than everything else that's come out of her mouth.

The Sunguard returns her attention to the paladina with a grin. "I may not talk much like a holy woman blessed by the Knight," she says, "but I try to act like one in every other regard. Try to stick up for the common man where I can, defend 'em from evil. You know. The shit I'm supposed to do. Anyway, I just was impressed, that's all."

She looks to Seyardu, still grinning at the mention of Aryia. "Yeah, I know Aryia. She's my teacher. Every morning I get up for dawn prayers, and then I go to the Colosseum to get beaten into shape. It's productive. I /aspire/ to be like her, really."

"I have had the many adventurers with Aryia, she the woman of few words and strong fists." Paenitia summarizes, wriggling in her seat, "those are the fine vows. I protect the common folk from those that predate on them. These are the tenets of the pillar. It is good to meet another ally."

"Oh, she teaches you? I did not know she had any students." Seyardu chuckles. "That must be, I often train with her when I have the time in the day after all my errands and prayers are taken care of. If you are doing the same, you must be quite strong to keep up with her. Of course, obviously you look strong, you do not look like that without extensive hard work and training after all."

"I do not let the way people talks get to me, it is actions that matter the most after all. I just find that speaking politely and properly to most people tends to help with getting things done. Those are fine vows indeed, and the city is likely better for your presence within it."

"There's just not many women who I meet that are like me in any way," Andelena replies. She downs the rest of her mug and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling almost as widely as Paenitia's mask. "That's why I asked to be her first-ever student. And trust me--I have the muscles, but I simply don't have the damn speed! She's quicker than the wind."

"Yes, the last battle I am in with her, she carry the whole fight. I was almost not need at all." Paenitia laughs cheerfully, "but then it would lack the humorous pratfalls, so Tarien ensure that I am there. She is the good teacher for train you both."

"I practice in the Festival Grounds. There is more room for the movement, and the hobgoblins bring all their horses. Ramirez is greatly amused."

"More than you imagine I think, it is just a matter of looking around for them. You can find them in all sorts of places." Seyardu chuckles. "And I would not say that Paenitia. You do not mention the battles before that one, and everything else in between. If you were to train with Paenitia and Ramirez, you would find yourself similarly hard pressed, Andelena."

The silver makari stops, and downs more of her drink. "Keeping up with Aryia is difficult, yes. That is the thing with monks, it is not as obvious as a wizard, but they are magically enhanced. But it is a sort of energy that comes from within, for them."

Andelena rises from her chair, pushing it in to be polite. "I'm sure I would," she says in deference to them both. "I may be proud of what I've got already, but I'm more than willing when it comes to admitting I still have a long way to go."

She smiles at both holy women. "Well, I ought to get running home or Bry will start crying about how much he missed me. Or ask me if I can exorcise a knot out of his back muscles. Maybe both. Light on your paths, Dame Paenitia and Seyardu, and peace on your nests."

The white-cloaked Sunguard waves a wave and a nod before she departs into the winter night, her cape fluttering in the cold wind.

"Safe travel and I see you in the soon times." Paenitia says, waving as Andelena departs. She glances towards the kitchen, turns her grinning mask towards Seyardu, "My time is occupy with training Jinks to be the squire."

And chasing him down in bars, but she leaves that out. She chuckles, "It almost time for the knightly search again."

"Yes, peace on your nest, and his light on your path, Andelena." Seyardu offers, waving the priestess off. "I was not expecting to be drinking alone, but things happen as such sometimes." She continues with a shrug. "Jinks mentioned some training with you, I hope it goes well. I should likely finish this drink, and bury my face in a snowbank somewhere, perhaps."

"This is the sith'makar beauty treatment?" Paenitia asks happily, "You do not need, you are the beautiful scales."

"If it was, it would be the first I have heard of it, as there is no snow naturally in am'shere." Seyardu answers with a shake of her head. "It is, ah, this one simply needs to go and cool their head so to speak, figuratively and literally. And with all the snow around the city, that should be manageable enough."

"And ah, thank you, Paenitia, I have been trying to take better care of them these days, for various reasons. That is kind of you to say."

"The snow will not last forever, but I have purchase the enchant to make the armour more bearable. For Ramirez as well, it is similar to the one Sir Faranmidahn offer." The Red Knight says, holding up a guantleted hand and shaking a finger, "This the important note, do not put your head in the yellow snow. Only the pure driven white snow, when you are seeking the cooler head."

"It will not, even if it feels like it at times." Seyardu nods back. "It has been wonderful, really. "I could see getting something like that working quite well, Faranmidahn seems to manage quite well outside with magics like that, and they work in extreme temperatures, as well."

"And hopefully I do not need the snow still by the time it is gone. Though the yellow snow, yes, I will make sure to avoid that.

"What is make your head so hot you need the snow to cool it off?" The Red Knight asks casually, "If this not the thing you wish to discuss, it is fine. It near the time I must find the bars to see what crawl out of them."

Seyardu looks to Paenitia, and sighs, before finishing most of her remaining mug. "There is not much that makes this one hot headed and flustered, but just one source is enough. This one, after returning from the gray halls, is older. Many years, it seems. And they are having to come to terms with that."

"It is like growing that much, but not having time to adapt. And this one needs to cool their head so they do not do anything improper."

"I notice the longer horns," Paenitia says, tilting her head, "do you spend the years there or they are gone as the price? This would seem to be the thing that you cannot change, and there is little to do but accept that happen."

She waves in general, "this need the magic solution, there the witches and wizards and strange creatures that might have the solution, but it is not the thing that I can help with."

"You do not have the great difference in looks, if that the concern."

"The years were not spent actually there, no. It is, an effect of going to the plane, more like a price, yes." Seyardu sighs. "It does not bother me, there are many more years left to have, it is not of importance to me."

"They are longer, yes. And wider." She notes, gesturing to her horns. "But what is the problem, is that it is sudden growth they were not expecting. The horns grew to this size, but my neck was full of pain for weeks getting used to the weight, instead of a gradual thing. Among so many other things, hence the need to cool their head. It is alright though, you do not need to help with it. It is simply something to get used to."

"It is obvious among many of my kin, but yes, at least they look mostly the same. Unfortunately, they only gained a few extra inches in height, and not more."

"My new armour take the time to adjust too. It is heavier and hotter, and longer to remove. The changes come, and take much adjusting for me, so I have the understanding. Some of these things can not be helped." Paenitia says, nodding in the direction of the baths, "The hot water and the massages may help."

The kitchen door opens, and a goblin holds a bag and whistles at the little knight. She whistles back and waves for him to come closer. Thus, she is reluctantly served.

"You are lucky to come back from the Grey Halls, this is not the usual thing."

"It is quite impressive, too. Fitting for a knight of your stature, and stature." Seyardu chuckles. "But, yes. It is just the abruptness of it all. I should go back for another bath perhaps, and try the massages there, as I have been meaning to. And yet never seem to actually go through with it, perhaps this is the time now. "

Seyardu looks to the goblin at the door, and chuckles again. "Well, it seems you have your food now. I take it you are going to look for Jinks after eating, or before doing so?"

"The food is for Ramirez, and I will have the nibble of it, and we will commence the searching, yes." Paenitia explains, taking the bag and setting it on the table in front of her. She stands, and climbs down the chair, a wobbling and slow effort. Once on the ground she reaches over the table edge and takes the bag.

She chuckles, "One day we go to the place where things are right sized. He talk often of Clockwerk Point, I have the great curiosity now. I did not expect to meet you anyone I know here, and had not plan to stay long."

"Ah, right. The fernwood is a good bet if you are looking for him, it seems I end up running into him most often there." Seyardu chuckles. "And, yes, that would be nice, wouldn't it? This one was over at Aryia's home, and she had chairs made specifically for makari such as myself. It would be wonderful if more places adopted such things. It is not quite the same, but not having to worry about crushing or positioning a tail awkwardly is a wonderful thing."

"I feel I have kept you long enough if you were not intending to meet anyone here."

Seyardu leaves her seat, and crouches down, to pick up the luch-knight with a small grunt from the weight of the armor to giver her a hug. Paenitia was still in nearly full armor, but it was the thought that counted.

"It was good to see you again, Paenitia. Take care, and peace on your nest."

The little knight returns the hug, armoured arms embracing around the sith'makar, squeezing with an unexpected strength. "It is. Peace on your nest! I am around, and will be when you call."

Once she is returned to the ground, she waves and clanks off, the bag of food swinging from her grip, opposite her swaying weapons.

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