The doors open ... (Open RP)

[Jezerai]

Boudeccai Boru pushes sweaty red-gold hair up off her neck, fanning herself with her hand.  The cobwebs and dust in the tavern have been swept away, and the wood tables, chairs, and counter gleam with a new coat of polish and the kind of elbow grease only a Cimmerian woman can apply.  She grins a lop-sided smile as she surveys her handiwork, unaware that this small and cozy place has been home to Saga for countless generations in a multitude of other places, and thinking only how lucky she was to have stumbled across this place that feels so much like home.

Strolling behind the bar she runs her hand gently over the great oak kegs that line the back wall, thinking of her husband, Bahladar, and how happy he will be to find them here.  A ray of sunshine pours in the window, sending dust motes dancing and Boudeccai sighs with contentment, enjoying these last moments of quiet before her friends arrive.

A wooden sign, its letters burned into its surface, lies on the counter and Boudeccai takes it and hangs it on the door. 

WELCOME!

[Lyrima]

The door flies open, landing with a resounding crash against the wall.  A short, slim ranger strides in, a smile playing about her lips at the booming noise.  Green eyes widen as Lyrima stops short, head swiveling.

"Coooor! Who cleaned up the joint?"

Noticing movement behind the bar, Lyrima leaps the counter and lands nimbly on her feet.  A moment later she is standing rigidly at attention, her eyes staring blankly over Bou's left shoulder.

"Reporting for Duty Sir!  MA'AM !!"

An audible swallow follows her exclamation.

[Hala]

Hala slips though the door quietly, carrying one pack bursting with torn pieces of papyrus, scrolls, and books and another with various treasures, teeth, weapons, and clothing.  Moving as swiftly as she can under the weight she finds the nearest table and gently lays each pack against a wall.  Sliding into a well padded chair she pulls off her boots and let's out a contented sigh touches her hand to her forehead and greeting both Lyrima and Bou

This place smells of good things and warm thoughts, thank you for leading me here, I would not suppose there is any wine to be had, and mayhap some olives and almonds?

[Jezerai]

Boudeccai waves at Hala and rolls her eyes at Lyrima. 

"Wa's with tha sirrin' and standin' an' all, lass?"  She pats Lyrima on the back of her shoulder, gently for her but with enough force to knock the other girl off her stance.  "Wine fer yeh, ye say?"  Boudeccai goes to pour a glass and set out a plate for Hala.  "An' wha fer yeh, Lyri?"

[Lyrima]

*stumbles forward, steps back again*

Uh...

*considers*

*clears her throat*

Bahl 'round?

*peers about*

If he ain't here, then I'll have the usual.  If he is...

*slides into the chair next to Hala*

Uh. Nuthin.

*stares longingly at the bottles of amber liquid on the shelves behind the bar*

[Hala]

follows the young archers gaze to the liqours behind the bar

You look like a dog waiting for a treat Lyrima, what exactly is your usual?

[Lyrima]

That.

*points to a tall clear bottle filled with amber liquid*

In a small glass 'n a tall glass of ice water on the side.


*crans her neck each way*

Sure Bahl ain't here?

[Jezerai]

*pulls down a bottle of whiskey and a rather large glass, filling it with the amber colored liquor*  He be aroud shortly, I reckon.  Yeh want water?  Yeh takin' a bath?  *shrugs and finds a very large tumbler, filling it with cold clear water and setting the two glasses before Lyrima*  Ah!  Do tha be his footstep I hear now?

[Lyrima]

Um....

*eyes the 'rather large' glass sitting in front of her*

Uh...

*glances around*

huh.

*gingerly reaches for the whiskey*

Mmmmmm...

*whips around, tipping over full glass, then drops it*

ACK!

*dives under the table staring with wide eyes at the door*

Bahl??

*notices the calm drip drip drip of the spilled whiskey leaking through the table and upon her head*

*promptly tilts her head back, mouth open*


Mmmmmmm!

[Njorn]

Aukai slips silently into the tavern, sure that if spotted he will be forcibly removed due to his age. Finding a place in a far corner filled with cobwebs and such that had yet to be cleaned out. Behind him he notices some creaky looking stairs.

[Sendiwen]

Bahladar slowly opens the door and looks around.  Seeing Boudeccai busy with the patrons and spotting Lyrima, he approaches slowly.  Hearing a clang of his sword hitting his armor he stops ducking behind a table making sure nobody does not see him.  He approaches Lyrima, holding back a chuckle, and jumps out and yells, "Greetin's there Lyrima!"  Laughing he says, "I loves sneakin up on a Ranja! harharharhar!"

Seeing Boudeccai become red in the face, he lowers his head and says, "Sorra M'love. I just playin with er!"

Bahladar walks to a corner table and sits down, slowly pulling out the bottle of Ale he snagged during the ruckus.  He waits until Boudeccai turns and starts to sip it, chuckling at his deviousness in drinking infront of her. He mumbles, "Me belly fat, Bah! I show er how I nay drink!"

[Anaris]

*Anaris walks in, pauses at the door, strikes a pose, and waits.......and waits..........and sighs at the fact that no one's noticed her standing there*

Greetings fellow Sagaites!  'Tis been quite some time!  Surely you've missed me dearly!

*waltzes over to Lyrima and Bou and curtsies*

Darlings! 

My, my!  I can't believe this tavern has survived for so long while in my absence!  And it's rather clean, too!  I mean, not that clean, but for Dwarves and Barbarians inhabiting it, it surely is reasonable...

*pulls Lyrima by the arm and tries to fix Lyrima's hair*

Darling!  I've traveled the worlds over trying to find the perfect natural ingredients for my latest spa line!  I've gone to Telon, scavenged in Azeroth, and even went as far as excavating shards of Luclin for the best mineral products to give me a luminous complexion!  I mean, not that it needs to be any more luminous, but it's lovely to have an extra boost every now and then, darling...

Oh, but enough about ME!  Even though I know you're all dying to hear more...  Tell me about the latest gossip in Norrath....or Hyboria....or whatever realm it is you inhabit these days....

*glances at Aukai and arches a brow*

....and you?  Who are you, pray tell?  I've never seen you before........  I am Lady Anaris Astyrhim, premier Illusionist of Saga!  But you may call me Lady Anaris, or Lady Ana, whichever one you can pronounce the best given that you're no High Elf presumably...

*bats her eyelashes and extends her hand to be kissed*

[Njorn]

*eyes widen and glances at Boudeccai and Bahladar nervously*

Hullo *coughs* Hello lady Anaris Astyrhim.

*shuffles his feet nervously*

I am Aukai.

*shrugging more comfortably into his feathered cloak, bare legs and shoulder peek through before he quickly pulls the cloak tight*

Umm.

*stares at the hand for a moment then leans forward and licks her palm like a puppy*

[Jezerai]

Boudeccai turns and gives Bahladar an exasperated smile.  With practiced expertise she whisks the ale from under his nose, just as he is ready to take a drink, sliding a tall mug of onion kalish in its place.  "Here love, yeh know yeh dinna drink ale!"  She gives the warrior a quick kiss on the cheek to lessen the sting of the kalish and returns the ale to the bar counter.

"Greetings, Lady Anaris!  'Course tha place be clean, we ain't animals, afta all!"  Boudeccai whisks the dainty high elf into a rough hug, dragging her hand from Aukai's "kiss" and unaware of effect of her embrace on Anaris' gown.  "It do be good ta see yeh, Lady.  Welcome home!"

[Sendiwen]

Bahladar grumbles loudly at Boudeccai and pushes away the Onion Kalish giving her a good show.  As Boudeccai turns away, he slips out the second bottle of Ale he hid and slowly opens it, smiling.  He whispers, "She think she so smart" and chuckles.  Taking a drink...watching Boudeccai carefully, and giving a show of disgust of the Kalish when Boo checks over her shoulder. 

He slips the bottle under the table and turns towards Anaris.  "Greetin's there!  Long time since we seen ye in these parts!  Well, It been a long time since we been in these parts as well! HAHARHAR!  Good ta see ye again and aye, Flann has kept tha place in good operatin order whiles we been travelin.  I see ye met tha bug." Bahladar points at Njorn with his free arm. "He nay be causin too much problems so we let em in.  Good ta have ye back!"

Seeing Boudeccai smile and knowing she thinks he is behaving, he slips the bottle out from under the table and takes a few more sips and smiles.  He mumbles to himself, "A guardian tha can nay drink..Bah!"

[Njorn]

I'mnotabug!!!! Ihavewingsofcoursebutthathardlymeans~

*pauses, slowing down*

Ima bug does it? I mean Aukai isn't a naked savage just 'cause he's naked and savage is he?

*looks at Aukai who slinks off outside and begins howling, the sounds getting further away as he runs through the forest*

Well..Imanotabug! I am Fae! Fae! Proud owner of an lovely three room acorn in Kelethin.

*turns to Anaris*

You'll come visit won't you?

*flutters closer to the elf*

I have a beautiful place.

*darts around behind her while still talking rapid fire and making nonsensical observations*

I have a party pretty soon.

You have pointy ears.

Like me.

You don't have wings.

I do.

*flutters to the floor*

Gust doesn't either but he taught me about flying better.

*points to empty space from which a slight breeze can be felt*

Do you like the elements?

I do.

I think.

Fire is hard to understand.

And water doesn't like to go where I tell it usually.

*becomes a blob of water*

Bluubb bi blam bloowd alb blingblung waber.

*resolves back into a Fae*

Aren't I?

*looks keenly at Anaris*

[Anaris]

*Anaris spins a bit confused and out of breath after Bou's powerful hug and Njorn fluttering about*

Oh my, on dear!  It's....quite dizzying in here!  Bou and Bahl!  Always a pleasure!  It is lovely to see the two of you again!

*arches an eyebrow at the Fae*

And you?  Who.....what are you?  Aren't you the pretty Fae I once had in a cage?  Oh no, nevermind, that was Anya the Fae.   In any case, I think I lost that Fae...  I'll have to get a new one, it is a matter of status.

*eyes Njorn up and down and inspects his wings*

Hmmmm... .You'll do, I suppose.  Although your wings aren't as shiny, we shall have to work on that....  As for my ears, could we not....talk about them?   *blinks*

*touches her ears subconsciously*

Now, now, Bou!  Do tell me about the lastest happenings in Qeynos and beyond!  I am dying for some jumjumlicious gossip!  Lady Kiaria isn't around to supply me with much needed news, so you must update me, Bou darling!

*grins eagerly*

[tanare]

<meanwhile somewhere in a closet in Anaris' rooms behind three rows of hanging dresses and twelve chests of shoes sits a small cage where a gasping fae coughs weakly>

"Mistress Ana...water...please..."

[Njorn]

*shows pointy teeth and screaches while zooming around the rafters*

Not a pet! Notapetnotapet!

Foul Fae murderer!

*points accusingly at Anaris*

Fae-freaky-frumpled-dotty-evil-slug-of-putridness!!!!

Free Fae! Free Fae!

*continues zooming around, upseting chandeliers, setting dust to flying, and everyonce in a while sprouting odd appendages of water and fire. The latter, thankfully, extinguish themselves.*

[Anaris]

*looks up at the fiery Fae in awe*

Now, by Marr's sensibility, what in the name of the gods have you been feeding this thing?!

*ducks for cover*