Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: Hello!
Anne Savant: *looks up*
Anne Savant: *nods to Pip*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: How go things around here?
Anne Savant: *nurses a mug of whiskey*
Anne Savant: *shrugs*
Anne Savant: Quiet tonight, really.
Pip Lighttongue: oh
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: I hear some nut cases are running around here lately
Anne Savant: oh?
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: claiming this place as a city that is entirely mythical
Anne Savant: oh..
Anne Savant: THEM
Anne Savant: *snorts*
Anne Savant: Do not worry about them.
Pip Lighttongue: That’s what I thought
Pip Lighttongue: I’m not
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *takes a gulp of whiskey*
Pip Lighttongue: I find more credibility in Gully Dwarves ruling Trinsic
Anne Savant: *smiles a bit*
Pip Lighttongue: and they can’t count to three
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *nod*
Pip Lighttongue: *eats cookies*
Pip Lighttongue: want some *munch munch*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *shakes head*
Anne Savant: No…
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: thank you
Pip Lighttongue: okay, more for me I guess
Pip Lighttongue: I love cookies
Pip Lighttongue: Never had any like this back home
Anne Savant: *brow furrows*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: if only I could remember where home was…
Anne Savant: No cookies?
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: not like this
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: oh
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: they were pretty much waybread
Pip Lighttongue: hard as rocks
Anne Savant: *sips whiskey*
Anne Savant: *nod*
Pip Lighttongue: I used them for hoopak ammuntion
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: Like most th’ bread I ‘ave eaten lately.
Pip Lighttongue: *looks at bread*
Anne Savant: *picks up a piece of bread*
Anne Savant: THIS is bread.
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *takes a bite*
Pip Lighttongue: nah…I couldn’t fit it in my hoopak
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *blinks, confused*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: The bread
Pip Lighttongue: maybe if I broke chunks of it off
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: Wha’ is a hoo.. pak?
Anne Savant: *slurs slightly*
Pip Lighttongue: *holds up staff with sling on the end*
Pip Lighttongue: this
Anne Savant: oh
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: a close range and long range weapon
Pip Lighttongue: All kender have ’em
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: Wha’ would you need bits o’ bread for?
Pip Lighttongue: To hit nut cases in the face
Anne Savant: ahh
Anne Savant: Good idea.
Pip Lighttongue: and laugh at them
Pip Lighttongue: maybe if I stuck nails in the bread chunks
Anne Savant: *nods*
Anne Savant: Oo
Anne Savant: Even better
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: and cover them with that purple liquid Asar told me never to touch
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: Mm. Would make som’ pretty ‘splosions
Pip Lighttongue: yep!
Pip Lighttongue: I like fireworks!
Anne Savant: *chuckles some*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: Gotta be careful tho…
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *looks down at mug*
Pip Lighttongue: and I don’t like nut cases trying to push my friends around
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: End up like me….
Anne Savant: *mutters*
Pip Lighttongue: whatya mean?
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *lifts a gloved hand to her neck*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: oh that?
Pip Lighttongue: Thats nothing
Anne Savant: *smiles sadly*
Pip Lighttongue: I’ve seen much worse
Pip Lighttongue: You’re still pretty
Pip Lighttongue: *childish grin*
Anne Savant: *snorts again, looking down*
Anne Savant: I got lucky…
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: could have died instead.
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *takes a gulp*
Anne Savant: *sets mug down*
Pip Lighttongue: you seem really sad lately
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *shrugs*
Pip Lighttongue: Don’t be, it’s not good for you.
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: My father taugh’ me to be sens’ble…
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: realistic…
Pip Lighttongue: my grandfather taught me how to pick locks
Pip Lighttongue: and to always look to the bright side of things
Anne Savant: *shakily refills mug*
Pip Lighttongue: My uncle taught me how to use the hoopak
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: Good lessons…
Pip Lighttongue: but I didn’t have a father
Anne Savant: *blinks*
Anne Savant: You did not know ‘im?
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: he and my mother wandered off and forgot me when I was young
Pip Lighttongue: I knew him
Pip Lighttongue: He looked like I do know
Anne Savant: oh
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: My grandmother remembered me though, and raised me until my parents got back
Anne Savant: *smiles faintly*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: Family is … good t’ have.
Pip Lighttongue: *nods*
Anne Savant: *sips whiskey*
Pip Lighttongue: I had lots of that when I was young
Pip Lighttongue: Granny, Grampy, Uncle Podo…
Pip Lighttongue: Lotsa cousins
Pip Lighttongue: and an older sister I think
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: I only ‘ad my father… most m’ youth…
Anne Savant: Then..
Anne Savant: *frowns*
Pip Lighttongue: oh…
Pip Lighttongue: I see…
Anne Savant: then they killed ‘im.
Anne Savant: *takes long gulp*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: My father died too.
Pip Lighttongue: My mother said he was taken by dragon-men
Pip Lighttongue: never heard from him since
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *looks at empty mug*
Pip Lighttongue: but that’s okay, he had many exciting adventures
Pip Lighttongue: He lived a fulfilling life
Anne Savant: Mine jus’ wanted to live in peace.
Anne Savant: *slams mug down*
Pip Lighttongue: I’m sorry
Anne Savant: Need anoth’r bottle
Anne Savant: *stands unsteadily*
Pip Lighttongue: I didn’t mean to upset you
Anne Savant: *waves hand slightly*
Anne Savant: S’not you, Pip.
(she buys another bottle)
Anne Savant: *stumbles some*
Anne Savant: ugh
Anne Savant: *uncorks bottle*
Pip Lighttongue: maybe you should sit for a while
Anne Savant: *pours mug*
Anne Savant: *nod*
Pip Lighttongue: as so not to hurt yourself
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: I ‘ave done worse than fall down.
Anne Savant: *chuckles some*
Pip Lighttongue: funny thing, I can remember all my family back home….
Pip Lighttongue: *scratches head*
Pip Lighttongue: but I can’t remember where home is…
Pip Lighttongue: maybe if I was hit on the head again
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: ‘ome is where your frien’s are, Pip.
Pip Lighttongue: well, then I guess it’s here
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *smiles some*
Anne Savant: ‘s a good place t’ call ‘ome.
Pip Lighttongue: although one of my friends is still missing
Anne Savant: *speaks slower and groggier*
Anne Savant: who?
Pip Lighttongue: by any chance, do you know Koralk Rah-tiel?
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *blinks slowly*
Anne Savant: *shakes head*
Pip Lighttongue: oh
Pip Lighttongue: well, he went on a long journey
Anne Savant: Do no’ think so…
Anne Savant: oh
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: ‘Round here?
Pip Lighttongue: he was supposed to return a while ago
Anne Savant: ahh
Pip Lighttongue: no, far far off
Pip Lighttongue: he didn’t say where
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: ‘f I ‘ear anythin’… I will tell you.
Pip Lighttongue: He’s Tarakh’s friend too
Anne Savant: *blinks to refocus eyes*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: But I guess he doesn’t talk much about it
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: I do’n talk t’ ‘im much… off-duty tha’ is.
Pip Lighttongue: Asar tell’s me he drinks, smokes and does the Black Rose thing
Anne Savant: *smirks*
Anne Savant: Rose thin’
Pip Lighttongue: He’s…well,….reserved
Anne Savant: S’about righ…
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *head droops forward*
Pip Lighttongue: to tell the truth
Anne Savant: *blinks, looking back up*
Pip Lighttongue: I think he’s shy
Pip Lighttongue: But don’t tell him I said that
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *smiles some*
Anne Savant: I will no’…
Anne Savant: *eyelids half-closed*
Anne Savant: ugh
Pip Lighttongue: *looks around*
Anne Savant: ‘ow they drink thish much, I do no’ know.
Pip Lighttongue: it’s really quiet tonight
Anne Savant: *slumps forward, passed out*
Pip Lighttongue: Ask Tar….um…..
Pip Lighttongue: *nudges Anne*
Pip Lighttongue: are you okay?
Anne Savant: *unconscious, breathing steadily*
Pip Lighttongue: *takes a wet cloth, wrings it out, and applies to her forehead*
Pip Lighttongue: wake up…..
Pip Lighttongue: *nudges some more*
Anne Savant: *eyes screw shut tightly*
Anne Savant: *groans*
Anne Savant: Le’ me… shleep…
Pip Lighttongue: sorry, you blacked out
Anne Savant: *blinks*
Anne Savant: *lifts head slowly*
Anne Savant: Wha?
Pip Lighttongue: You blacked out
Pip Lighttongue: drank too much
Anne Savant: *blinks to focus on him*
Anne Savant: oh.. Pip…
Anne Savant: ‘ello…
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: I do no’… ugh.
Pip Lighttongue: Are you okay?
Anne Savant: *shakes head slightly*
Pip Lighttongue: I think you need bed rest
Anne Savant: *nods once*
Anne Savant: Yesh.
Pip Lighttongue: come on
Anne Savant: I … should go ‘ome.
Pip Lighttongue: hold my shoulder for support if you need to
Anne Savant: *stands very slowly*
Anne Savant: *leans on his shoulder*
Pip Lighttongue: I think home is too far away right now
Pip Lighttongue: how about we put you to bed here?
Anne Savant: I ‘ave a rune…
Pip Lighttongue: oh
Anne Savant: *shakes head*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Pip Lighttongue: I forgot about those
Anne Savant: *rummages through a pouch*
Anne Savant: s’in here… shomewhere
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: ah
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: foun’ it!
Anne Savant: *pulls out a runebook*
Anne Savant: *frowns*
Pip Lighttongue: can you use magic after all that drinking?
Pip Lighttongue: I can’t use it sober
Anne Savant: I ‘ave a scroll…
Pip Lighttongue: thats worse!!!!!
Anne Savant: S’just readin’ i’,,,
Pip Lighttongue: You could read it wrong
Anne Savant: *digs through pouch again*
Anne Savant: *waves a hand*
Anne Savant: S’easy.
Pip Lighttongue: and…..boom!
Anne Savant: *finds a scroll and opens it*
Pip Lighttongue: Uncle Podo did that once!
Anne Savant: *peers at the writing*
Anne Savant: Kal…
Anne Savant: err
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: Kal Ert…
Anne Savant: no tha’ s’no’ it
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: Kal Ort…
Anne Savant: ah
Anne Savant: better
Anne Savant: Kal Ort Por
(Anne Savant: The spell fizzles.)
Anne Savant: bah!
Anne Savant: *peers at scroll again*
Pip Lighttongue: well, you found it.
Anne Savant: *nods*
Anne Savant: I ‘ate magic…
Anne Savant: *mumbles words to self*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: ‘kay. I go’ it thish time.
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *pats his shoulder*
Anne Savant: Nigh’ Pip
Pip Lighttongue: Get better soon, and don’t drink so much!
Anne Savant: *nods some*
Pip Lighttongue: Night Anne
Anne Savant: Kal Ort Por
(Of course, who should she run into at home but Tay!)
Tay Trenfenwyd: [Storm Guard, BRS]
You see: Tay Trenfenwyd
You see: Pict Fox
You see: Rone’en
You see: Ssin’urn Elghinn
Ssin’urn Elghinn: Dos have nau Qu’ellar?
Anne Savant: *walking unsteadily*
Rone’en: *looks away*
Rone’en: Nau.
Pict Fox: *adjust the metal choker around her neck while watching him*
Tay Trenfenwyd: *looks to Anne*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Feeling alright Anne?
Ssin’urn Elghinn: Chief?
Anne Savant: *waves at them slightly*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Deal with the boy, I’ll see to her.
Ssin’urn Elghinn: *nods*
Anne Savant: *weaves around the post*
Anne Savant: *tugs on the door*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *mutters*
Ssin’urn Elghinn: Vel phuul dos ghil?
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Anne?
Anne Savant: *sits down heavily*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *looks up*
Anne Savant: *tries to focus on him*
Anne Savant: oh
Anne Savant: ‘ello, Tay.
Anne Savant: *hic*
Tay Trenfenwyd: *tilts his head, looking at her*
Anne Savant: *sits up some*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Mind if I sit down?
Anne Savant: *tries to straighten shirt*
Anne Savant: *waves vaguely toward the south wall*
Anne Savant: Shure…
Anne Savant: *clears throat*
Tay Trenfenwyd: So, what’s the ocassion?
Tay Trenfenwyd: Anne, why have you been drinking?
Tay Trenfenwyd: That isn’t like you at all.
Anne Savant: *shrugs*
Anne Savant: ‘alf tha Roses do.
Anne Savant: *hic*
Tay Trenfenwyd: You’re better than that.
Tay Trenfenwyd: So I want to know why.
Anne Savant: *looks a little perturbed*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Well?
Anne Savant: ‘elps me sleep.
Tay Trenfenwyd: Upstairs, Anne.
(He herds her upstairs where there are fewer Roses milling around)
Anne Savant: *nod*
Anne Savant: *stands slowly*
Tay Trenfenwyd: *puts a hand on her shoulder to guide her*
Anne Savant: *trips over the first step*
Anne Savant: *swears*
Tay Trenfenwyd: In the infirmary.
Anne Savant: *puts a hand against the wall*
Anne Savant: S’okay, Tay.
Anne Savant: I am fine..
Tay Trenfenwyd: Have a seat.
Tay Trenfenwyd: Before you fall over.
Anne Savant: bah
Anne Savant: I only ‘ad a little.
Tay Trenfenwyd: That’s obviously more than enough.
Tay Trenfenwyd: *sits down on the floor in front of her*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Now, talk to me.
Anne Savant: I tol’ you. S’ta ‘elp me sleep.
Tay Trenfenwyd: Why are you having trouble sleeping?
Anne Savant: *shrugs*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: Jus’ ‘ave.
Tay Trenfenwyd: *folds his arms*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Anne, am I your friend?
Anne Savant: *looks at him*
Anne Savant: o’ course.
Anne Savant: *hic*
Tay Trenfenwyd: *nods and smiles slightly*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Then as your friend, I know you don’t do this, especially naut in front of the men.
Anne Savant: I did no’ know anyone was ‘ere.
Tay Trenfenwyd: *looks at her*
Anne Savant: I came ‘ome ta sleep.
Tay Trenfenwyd: Anne, if anything is wrong, I’d like to know, so I can help.
Anne Savant: *sighs*
Tay Trenfenwyd: I’d hoped I had gained your trust.
Anne Savant: *blinks, trying to stay focused*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Tay Trenfenwyd: As you certainly have mine.
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: You ‘ave… have, Tay.
Anne Savant: *looks at him as seriously as she can*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Here, just a moment
Tay Trenfenwyd: *stands up and pulls out a cup*
Tay Trenfenwyd: *pours a bit from the bottle into it*
Anne Savant: *hic*
You see: Jaana’s Hangover Remedy
Tay Trenfenwyd: *hands her the cup*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Drink this, it should help some.
Anne Savant: *takes it*
Anne Savant: *looks at it*
Tay Trenfenwyd: *sits back down on the floor*
Anne Savant: No.
Anne Savant: *firmly*
Anne Savant: *hands it to him*
Tay Trenfenwyd: *nods slightly*
Tay Trenfenwyd: *sets the cup on the ground beside him*
Anne Savant: *speaks quietly, but a bit clearer*
Anne Savant: I have not slept well in a few days…
Anne Savant: the drink helps.
Tay Trenfenwyd: *nods slowly*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Have you any idea why you haven’t slept well?
Anne Savant: *nod*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Can you tell me?
Anne Savant: *looks at him sadly*
Anne Savant: Not now. Tay. I am sorry.
Tay Trenfenwyd: *smiles slightly*
Tay Trenfenwyd: I understand.
Tay Trenfenwyd: I’m always ready to listen, whenever you are ready to tell me.
Anne Savant: *nods*
Anne Savant: Thank you…
Anne Savant: *reaches up and squeezes his hand*
Tay Trenfenwyd: *squeezes her hand back and stands up slowly*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Do me a favor?
Anne Savant: hm?
Tay Trenfenwyd: Take anything besides alcohol to get to sleep.
Tay Trenfenwyd: You’re brilliant with herbs, you should know something.
Anne Savant: *snorts quietly but grins*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Can you do that for me?
Anne Savant: Nothing else ‘as worked as well….
Anne Savant: *clears throat*
Anne Savant: but I will try others.
Tay Trenfenwyd: *smiles slightly*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Just try other things for a few nights.
Tay Trenfenwyd: That’s all I’ll ask of you.
Anne Savant: *nods some*
Tay Trenfenwyd: *nods*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Then get some rest.
Anne Savant: *blinks again, losing focus*
Anne Savant: *nods*
Tay Trenfenwyd: *pats her lightly on the shoulder*
Tay Trenfenwyd: Good night, Anne.
Anne Savant: Nigh’, Tay.