It is a cool autumn evening in the Redrain War and the Spirits has a larger crowd than normal. That is what tends to happen when tables are packed with roasted meats, cheeses, and tankards of mead for some and cups of whiskey for others. Halfshav servants mix with the normal serving staff to ensure the performance all goes smoothyl and there is even a new central table, long and narrow with benches on either side where Arik stands with Lucita having wandered over upon arrival. "Princess Elgana, Champion." he says in an easy manner rumble of a voice. "Have you both met Gianna? She'll be singing for us tonight." he waves over to the fur cloaked woman with a smirk.

Gianna smiles over at Bliss and Teodoro, and there's some actual warmth in it, as though she's too pleased to be as aloof as usual. She inclines her head to others she recognizes - Elgana, Lucita - and brushes her hair over her shoulders.

Signe has joined the Bar.

A burly northern man steps into the tavern, steely gaze taking in the festivities. Slowly, both of his large, calloused hands resting on his heavy swordbelt, the man makes his way over to the bar. Despite the gruffness, Lord Seax Halfshav seems to be in high spirits, hinted at by the amiable tilt of his thin lips. When his green eyes find Arik and Khanne, he smiles.

A bit wobbly kneed from training, Riagnon speedily finds a seat for himself rather than linger on foot. He sinks down with a dramatic sigh and a great heaving of his shoulders, glancing around wide-eyed in his peripheral for attention. If he doesn't get any soon... he might die.

Riagnon has joined the Bar.

"Of course, darling," Bliss says with a turn of her head to Arik, looking amused at the question. "... She works for me, after all. Lovely talent, that one," she adds. "One of the finest voices I've ever heard. It's good to see her so happy," she adds as she looks over the table for a moment, considering the new addition here before she smiles back at the man. "It's so wonderful to hear that she's getting work to her talent already. Have you heard about this College she's working on organizing? Brilliant idea, really."

"I have! I had the esteemed honor of hearing the songstress in this very space. She is quite good, Lord Arik," Elgana says brightly to the man as she seats herself at the central table. "I look forward to hearing what she has planned for us this night." She leans toward Bliss and murmurs something to the Whisper. Once the murmuring is done she offers a polite smile and nod to Lucita. "You probably do not remember me, Baroness, but we met at the casino - briefly - I believe. I hope you have been well."

Lucita steps into the bar, a smile on her lips. She leaves the guard dogs and guard outside in anticipation of a crown and keeping them out of the way. Her gaze sweeps over the room and she gives a little wave and a beguiling smile to those she recognizes. "Hello, everyone."

Harlen arrives, following Duarte.

Elizabetta, a disapproving lady-in-waiting, Valor, a small brown and white corgi puppy, Lily, an aloof lady-in-waiting, 2 Grayson Guardsmen, Clark, an exasperated guard arrive, following Sabella.

Teiddwen the Otter, A fiery headed prodigal named Gwddfgwyn arrive, following Asger.

"I have I had directed her to Baroness Saik after ensuring I contracted her for a short time first. Young talent is the best talent afterall. It's always a curiousity how good they will really be." Arik remarks to Bliss with a lingering smirk and a quite pleased with himself tone to his rumbly word. "But come sit, drink, and we will see how the night fares." with that he claims a seat in the center of the bench at the long central table, snagging a cup of whiskey already waiting for him.

Signe's arrival to the hosted affair should be near it's start time. Either way the drinks will still be there. The young Nightgold makes a straight line for the bar and climbs onto a tall wooden stool. "This should be wonderful!" She exclaims to no one and everyone. "I've always suggested we should sing more in here."

Khanne is sitting in the dimly lit back booth. In between taking sips from a bottle of whiskey, her fingers trace over its design, thoughtfully. As people begin to pile into the bar for the event, she plasters on a smile and nods in greeting to those who look at her.

"I am curious to know what the entertainment is. Is it Halfshav in origin? Or just sponsored by Halfshav?" Duarte wonders as he chats with Harlen, walking in. "It might be of Valardin origin but paid for by Halfshav."

Waldemai puts his booted feet up on the wobbly table. "What kinds of ales do they have here? One of each."

Lucita has joined the A central table with benches.

Gianna briefly arches an eyebrow in Bliss' direction for whatever reason. Then she takes in the crowd of people and seems to find it to her liking. There's no hint of nerves here; she holds her head up high. "Good evening," she greets. Her voice cuts through any noise, clear and commanding. "Thank you for coming this evening. I hope you enjoy the performance. My name is Gianna; I'm a Bard as well as a Whisper in training."

Leaning once more from Bliss and their whispering, Elgana catches sight of Duarte as he enters. "Dearest Count! Please say you'll come sit next to me!" she calls to the man as she waggles her fingers in his direction.

"It's Mistress Gianna," Sabella tells Duarte as she follows him in, smiling. "Have you heard her yet? She's quite good and very entertaining. She's the one opening the Bard College!" She shoos Elizabetta and Lily away to find their own table.

Crossing her arms, Eilonwy looks resigned as soon as she has her ale and dinner. Looking about she huffs a bit and drinks her ale slowly at the Spirit's invasion.

"She is very good," Bliss says to Arik firmly, before she leans in to hear Elgana's whisper, returning her own, and the two breaking into giggles and grins after a moment. Then she clears her throat and looks up at Lucita. "Baroness Saik, She Who Has Strengthened my Tea, how lovely to see you! Is everything going well with you lately?" She turns when Elgana addresses Duarte, waving the man over from one side of Elgana.

Seax has joined the Bar.

Asger pushes his way into the spirits, singing a loud and boisterous song in the tongue of the northlands that to those who speak the language would recount the tale of Shav and the Redrain princess, it is laden with innuendo in all the right place. Making his way to the bar, he breaks into arvani to tell the owner "Aye I'll take a bottle of mead, one of my personal stock thank ya very much."

"I look forward to it." Duarte says, passing a smile to Sabella as he moves to sit near Elgana. "Your highness, Mistress Bliss. Hello."

Duarte has joined the A central table with benches.

Lucita makes her way over toward the table, a little Wave toward Khanne given and sits at the table where a gesture has directed her. "Bliss Whisper! Good to see you again. Yes, I can breathe easily again and have managed to stop waddling since having the twins. You are doing well, I hope?" She glances toward Elgana and the man signaled to join the table. "I'm looking forward to Mistress Gianna's songs tonight. We had a lovely visit just a few days ago but did not get to hear her sing.

A shav song and it's not even from Gianna, it certainly draws Arik's frosted gaze and then a smirk turns into a grin. "Duke Crovane, who else would come and try to sing for us. Come my friend, join us." he motions to the seat across from himself at the long table. Seax gets an easy nod though no beckoning for the most engimatic of Halfshav. "I think you will enjoy Gianna's performance quite abit, she has a surprise." he confides in Asger in his rumbling voice, seemingly quite pleased thus far.

As soon as Duarte claims a seat near her, Elgana leans his way to murmur in his ear. As she leans away she says louder to him, "It is always lovely to see you. Even if you did run away from me the other night." Her tone teasing as she winks at him. Her easy smile then turns on Lucita. "Congratulations on your double blessing, my lady. I know it has been some time, but I feel congratulations are more heartfelt in person than in missive."

For the second day in a row, Teodoro walks into The Spirits, though this time it's with the purpose to listen to what is likely to be very fine music. It's about when Asger comes in, so the first song of the day is a northlands one that brings a smile to his face. Heading for the bar, hey eyes what wine might be available.

Florian arrives, following Derovai.

Brahm, a large iridescent plumed raven, Derovai arrive, following Morrighan.

Gianna checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 9 higher.

Gianna shoots a narrow-eyed gaze Asger's way, but once he settles in, she begins to pluck at the strings of her gittern. "I've learned this song phonetically," she tells the crowd, "So excuse any mistakes." And then she begins to sing, her voice clear.

Gianna says in Northlands shav, "
No melancholy days are these
Not where the maple changing stands,
Not in the shade of fluttering oaks,
Nor in the bands

Of twisting vines and sturdy shrubs,
Scarlet and yellow, green and brown,
Falling, or swinging on their stalks,
Is Sorrow's crown"

Sabella heads over to a table to take a seat so she can listen to Gianna with rapt attention.

Signe's bracing both hands on the seat of her stool. Observing those that enter as well as folks inside. Occasionally she swings from side to side as her feet drape without touching the floor.

Asger has joined the A central table with benches.

Duarte shakes his head. "I know. How cruel of me to leave you stranded so. I'm sure the alternative options available were less than desirable."

Sabella has joined the Sturdy Table.

Waldemai sips from his mug, listening to the song.

"Oh, marvelous," Bliss says to Lucita. "I just returned from a trip across the Compact, and I can't say that it could have gone any better. And I'm glad that you can walk like a person again! Perhaps we will have to dance again soon?" She then turns to look at Duarte and Elgana, mouth quirking up. "That's the problem, isn't it? Always running. Tsk, tsk, would you run away from me, too, Count Amadeo?"

Gianna does alright, considering she only knows the most rudimentary of words in Northlands shav. And even if the words can't be understood by everyone, at least the tune is pretty.

Gianna says in Northlands shav, "
The sparkling fields of dewy grass,
Woodpaths and roadsides decked with flowers,
Starred asters and the goldenrod,
Date Autumn's hours

The shining banks of snowy clouds,
Steadfast in the aerial blue,
The silent, shimmering, silver sea,
To Joy are true"

Asger strolls over and drops himself down at Arik's table (of course waiting for his whiskey first), clapping the man on the shoulder with a broad grin "It's good to see you again my friend. It's been a while since we were last able to enjoy each other's company over drink." The duke belting out deep and hearty laughter at that statement

Riagnon looks up from his own stool at the bar, eyes settling on Gianna as she sings. The song and its lyrics, which he appears to understand, seem to make him forget some of his exhaustion-fueled tragedy airs.

Lucita applauds for the song though she did not understand a word of it. "Lovely voice!" She then nods to Bliss, brightening up. "That would be fun. Have you brought a new one back from your travels to learn?"

Duarte claps as well when others begin to.

As Gianna begins to sing, Elgana falls to silence and listens to the words of the song. She smiles and leans toward Bliss to offer translation of the words in a soft murmur. A lean away has her regarding Duarte again as she winks at something shared between them and then learns back toward Bliss to continue that murmur of translation.

Gianna sings out the last verse of the song, her voice rising and falling with skill. The song is fairly complex, after all. After her voice fades away on the last note, she finishes plucking out the tune.

Gianna says in Northlands shav, "
My spirit in this happy air
Can thus embrace the dying year,
And with it wrap me in a shroud
As bright and clear
"

3 Redreef Guard arrives, following Ember.

Seax twists his lips as he listens to Gianna, tapping a few meaty fingers on the bar where he leans against it. There's a hint of thoughtfulness to his hard face. At some point, he grabs a Halfshav servant by the sleeve and hands them a letter that he had slid out from under his belt. After the servant runs off, the large man seems very pleased with himself, and orders a bottle of whiskey to enjoy as he listens to the song.

Jayanthi finds a nice place to sit in the central table. "Good evening everyone!" She takes a look at the free food and drinks served on the plates. She listens to Gianna's performance, while drinking from her cup.

Teodoro soon manages to have a glass of red poured for him, and as it's put in front of him he turns to watch Gianna sing. Without looking away, he picks up his glass, swirls it some, and has a sip. Then he makes a move through the crowd to find a seat, or perhaps a familiar face.

Better late than never, Morrighan arrives, fashionably perhaps, Brahm perched upon her shoulder, and joined with another companion of her own. She's greeted by the loud, boisterous activity of the tavern, which draws a subtle grimace upon her face, but the dame steps in anyway, moving away from the door. Her gaze sweeps over the many faces, some familiar, some not, though eventually spies Arik and dips her head his way in greeting. "Well, pick a seat, I s'pose, anywhere you wanna go," she remarks aside to Derovai, shoulders lifting and dropping into a small shrug while lightly rubbing at an ear.

Nodding along quietly, Eilonwy at least appreciates a song in her native tongue. She's still keeping to herself one leg crossed over the other and her arms crossed over her chest as she drinks.

Bliss smiles as she turns to hear Gianna sing, leaning in to listen to the translation given and nodding along. When the singer finishes, she claps her hands together with enthusiasm, nodding at her in approval before she looks back at Duarte. "Darling, are you implying that you're only afraid of it's something larger than a rapier that's penetrating you?" she asks with amusement. "You can ask Dorian what my blade can do."

Sabella applauds loudly when Gianna finishes, "I didn't understand a word of it, but I didn't have to, that was great!" She enthuses brightly.

Waldemai has another quaff of ale as he listens. "S'pretty," he says.

A Northlands Shav'Arvani song in the spirits, well it's not surprising but given the crowd it might be since it is not all northerners in here. For his part Arik just looks smirky as all get out and shoots Asger a knowing look. "Your surprise Duke Crovane, I hoped you would come for a proper tune." he remarks in a rumbling voice and downs the remainder of his whiskey before having more poured for himself.

When Gianna begins to sing, she looks up from her bottle and over to the performer. For a moment, she is drawn out of her thoughts and into the song, listening closely.

When Gianna begins to sing, Khanne looks up from her bottle and over to the performer. For a moment, she is drawn out of her thoughts and into the song, listening closely.

Asger says in Northlands shav, "It was a decent attempt for a southerner, I'll give her that."

"Who is Dorian?" Duarte asks with a knit to his brow and a sheug. He turns his attention back to the songstress.

Derovai considers for a moment at Morrighan's words, scanning the bar. He shrugs expansively at the offer, but doesn't pick a place quite yet, hanging near the entrance, black-clad and not quite moving anywhere as of yet. "We could always sit on the floor," he offers, waving a gloved hand that-a-way before grinning to connote the joke. He's quiet at the song, though, a bit puzzled, applauding a second or two behind the rest as the words end.

Seax says in Northlands shav, "Aye, a decent attempt. Not much of a northern tune."

Morrighan cannot escape the crowded central table so easily and Arik beckons her towards it with a whiskey glass in hand. "Morrighan, don't think you can go sit with Khanne and skip me over just because my sister is about. Come over, Swaggart." he says with a lifted voice and a mild challenge to it.

When the song ends, Gianna calls, "Thank you!" She's paying particular attention to the reactions of the Northlanders to the song.

When the song finishes, Elgana offers applause and a nod of approval. "Very lovely," she says in offering toward Gianna, her smile bright and warm. And then she leans back to Bliss to say something, "I hope my translation didn't ruin the melody of the song too much. It was quite lovely, the words. Some do not appreciate poetry, I fear."

Teonia Redreef, Aryka Wyrmfang, 3 Thrax Guards arrive, following Sorrel.

"My last opponent, and precisely," Bliss says to Duarte with a shrug of her shoulders. Then she smiles at Elgana and says, "One of the poems I sent you was Eurusi in origin. There is always something lost in translation, but the sentiments and imagery are both lovely."

Sabella is overheard praising Gianna for: Beautiful singing even if I couldn't understand the words!

The doors to The Spirits are thrown open, and Baroness Ember Redreef strides in assertively, her thumbs shoved into her swordbelt. She is a short woman, but there is an authoritative ring to her steps. They are heavy like they ought to be coming from a larger woman. She walks towards the bar to avail herself of the free drinks, but doesn't speak while Gianna sings. When the woman finishes her song she claps a little boisterously, and picks up the cup given to her for a good swallow.

Gianna puts her tea back down again and starts plucking at the gittern strings. "I was told," she calls out to the crowd, beginning to move among the tables, her words accompanied by dramatic strumming, "That a bawdy would not be frowned upon. Tell me, would you like to hear a bawdy now?" she asks the tavern.

Signe's eyes sweep between Asger and Seax as they speak. The young shaman then displays a smile for the singer. "Well done." She praises with a small chuckle.

Derovai's response earns him a wry smile while Morrighan unclasps her cloak which causes Brahm some irritation at having been disturbed. "I would'nae want tae sit on th'floor when th'liquor begins tae come up from those tha' have had too much," she retorts, soon ticking her chin off at a fairly empty table, though Arik's booming voice draws her attention - and earns him a narrowed squint. "I do what I want," the redhead calls back, making a face at him, and moves through the crowd to sit where she likes - which isn't at his table.

"Always!" Bliss calls out in encouragement to Gianna.

Morrighan has joined the A central table with benches.

Morrighan has left the A central table with benches.

Morrighan has joined the Sturdy Table.

Eilonwy says in Northlands shav, "I wonder if she means bawdy by southern, or northern standards?"

Derovai has joined the Sturdy Table.

Jayanthi takes a small slice of cheese from the plate. "Wonderful performance!" She applauds with enthusiasm and a warm smile. "Music is not my forte, but I really enjoyed it!"

Arik says in Northlands shav, "You know I didn't clarify that with her when I said bawdy..."

Arik is clapping for bawdy like several others when he makes a remark in shav and seems briefly perplexed.

"YES. SING US A BAWDY SONG. AND TELL US THE NAME OF THE SONG!" Duke Vercyn's booming voice announces his arrival, as the man finally makes an appearance, even if he is being fashionably late. Striding through the door, he gestures at the tavern at large and marches towards the bar for a drink, first and foremost.

Asger says in Northlands shav, "Aye sounded a bit like an oathlander tune, and I wonder if she knows we just call those drinking songs around here."

Lucita gives a laugh as she hears the question and winks at Bliss and Arik. "You set that up, the risque song singing? Wonder if it is one I know already or not." She laughs at Vercyn. "How did I know you would say something like that M'Lord?"

Eilonwy joins in the clapping and watches Morrighan and Derovai before looking at Asger and breaking into a wide grin with a little shake of her head as she continues to make a study in avoiding striking up conversations.

Khanne looks up at Vercyn's loud voice. She gives a crooked grin and wiggles her fingers in a wave towards him as he heads to the Bar.

Riagnon says in Northlands shav, "Maybe it'll be bawdy by," he widens both eyes, "Alllll standards!"

"I had the good grace to throw up in a bucket," Derovai responds brightly to Morrighan. He accompanies her, moving to take a seat, a smile shot at someone within the room, before Vercyn's ebullient entrance makes him blink, surprised. He settles at the sturdy table alongside her, tilting his head, offering Sabella a quick grin as she says something to them. He shakes his head, responding to her -- at much shorter length than she greets him.

Arik says in Northlands shav, "tch you tend to that drink cousin. I -liked- it and I'll gladly lock arms with you over it, don't think I won't!"

Elgana gives a few glances at those nearest where she is sitting, shaking her head a touch before she leans toward Bliss to murmur something.

Arik eyes Asger for a moment but it is Seax who gets a *tch* and some shav from the man, judging by the tone he's mostly teasing. Mostly.

"It's quite simple," Gianna calls back to Vercyn, her plucking picking up a jauntier beat. "I'll sing it, and then you can guess the title when I'm through." And so it begins:

I've tried it once or twice
And I found it rather nice
Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again!

Roll me over in the clover,
Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again!

Now this is number one and I'm buttering up her bun,
Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again!

Roll me over in the clover,
Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again!

Gianna is strolling through the tables, smiling a wicked smile as she sings. She pauses by Teodoro and takes a breath before the next verse.

Waldemai cracks up laughing at this song.

Signe erupts into laughter, clapping along with the beat of the song that Gianna sings.

It's a tune anyone could clap along to and so Arik thumps his rough hewn palm against the top of the long wooden table in time with Gianna's singing, drinking from his whiskey here and there.

Vercyn grins wolfishly at Lucita, who is the one who calls back to him. "You don't actually think I'd say no to that, did you, my lady?" He replies just as loudly, before reaching the bar and flagging down the barkeep for whiskey. While he waits, the Duke will certainly pay attention to Gianna's bawdy song!

Elgana's counteance brightens once more as Gianna starts in on the bawdy song. Laughter bubbles from the princess as she leans to nudge Bliss a touch, winking and nodding at something shared. "Indeed, my dearest Whisper. Indeed."

Riagnon lifts both hands over his head. His great lopsided smile can't be contained as he claps along, too.

Sometimes a performer likes to choose a hard mark, and Gianna is no exception. So she makes her way toward Seax, her hips swaying as she croons,

"Now this is number two,
Down in front, I'm coming through,
Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again!

Roll me over, in the clover,
Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again!

Now this is number three,
Fancy fuckin', fast and free,
Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again!

Roll me over in the clover,
Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again!

Will he play along or not? There's still more to come!

Gianna checked charm + performance at difficulty 20, rolling 28 higher.

Surprised with a second drink, Eilonwy considers it and accepts with a light shrug. Deciding to duel wield her drinks she takes a sip from one, and then after a beat the other. Her eyes follow Gianna as she preforms, crinkling with amusement.

Bliss begins clapping along to the beat as well, engaged in quiet conversation with Elgana and chuckling as well, before she calls out to Gianna, in time with the song, "Show us some of your moves, Gianna! Roll you over and do what again?" she calls out, eyes sparkling with knowledge already.

Lucita chuckles softly. "You never have, M'Lord even if the singing of them to you brinds a blush to the cheeks." She then looks back to the others and claps along with the song, going quiet to listen.

Seax checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 20, rolling 2 lower.

Sorrel meanders her way into the bar curiously to see how the singing is going. After all, she's taken some interest in Gianna, and wants to see how she performs. She lingers a bit off to herself, quiet but in good spirits.

Seax tongues at the inside of his cheek, expression impassive, though his dark green eyes follow the sway of Gianna's hips and slowly, he begins to clap a big hand against his thigh along to the beat of the bawdy tune. At some point, his hard face scrunches up in vague amusement.

Seax says in Northlands shav, "Careful, my hands gain a mind of their own after a glass of whiskey."

Elgana simply bursts out laughing.

That being said, Seax takes another swig.

Khanne peers at Seax and shakes her head, laughing.

Well even Seax is thumping along to the tune, Arik also begins laughing carelessly at something. It's probably nothing. His gaze keeps an eye on Seax's hands though. Big hands those hands.

Eilonwy eyes the condition of Seax's glass critically.

A tankard is finally delivered to the Wolf Duke, who accepts it and lifts it to his lips for a thirsty swig. Watching Gianna's performance with interest, especially when the songstress approaches his nephew to try to get him to loosen up. "Heh." He snorts a laugh, and without pretense steps over to Gianna, one thick arm reaching for her waist then leans into whisper something to the woman.

Signe spins in her chair to face both Seax and Gianna who are near the bar. She's leaning out in having a front row seat. "He likes it." She tells Gianna while unable to keep her laughter in check.

Gianna smiles at Seax, a genuine smile that lights her blue eyes and makes them bright. She even winks. Gianna starts to move back into the room, though she seems surprised when Vercyn interrupts her. She says something quickly to him.

Bliss glances at Elgana, then grins at her laughter, though she's not really sure why she is. Some things are contagious. She watches as Vercyn actually wraps his arm around Gianna, and that makes her grin more broadly as she leans into Elgana, murmuring something in the woman's ear for a brief moment.

Derovai leans back from the sturdy table, flagging down a passing server. He tells the man something briefly. The man stares at him uncertainly, but in a few moments, he'll return with a bottle whose label, perhaps unsurprisingly to some, bears the label 'Foolsbane.' It's not sat down before his side of the table, though. It's sat down before Sabella, and now Derovai leans in to murmur something to Morrighan, before watching the Grayson princess in clear challenge.

At the bar as well with a seat nearly as good as Signe's, Riagnon bounces on his stool in semi-drunken delight while laughs. He has to draw his tankard in close to his chest to prevent himself from sloshing its contents on a Duke accidentally.

Gianna continues,

Now this is number four,
Cut the notch, I'm keepin' score!"

She steps away from Vercyn, then turns around to face him again so he can join her for the last repetition of the chorus:
"Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again!

Roll me over, in the clover!
Roll me over, lay me down, and do me again!"

She puts quite the emphasis on the final 'ME!' of the song, with a wide, sassy grin, and plucks out the last few notes to finish it up.

Ember has joined the Bar.

Waldemai waves to the nearest waitperson. "More ale. Something darker." He gets his ale, and then spits out a mouthful when she reaches the last line of the song."Ha ha! Ha ha!"

More laughter and applause rings out from Elgana as Gianna finishes the bawdy song. A little elbowing is given to Duarte and a playful wink before the Redrain simply shakes her head at something overheard. "Here, here! Mistress Gianna you have the loveliest of voices!" she calls out.

Vercyn takes another, longer swig as Gianna continues with her bawdy song. Indeed, when she gets to the chorus, the Wolf Duke lifts his tankard and sings along in his deep baritone. Except that he changes it to:

"Roll you over, lay you down, and do it again!
Roll you over, in the clover!
Roll you over, lay you down, and do you again!"

Vercyn checked charm + performance at difficulty 20, rolling 13 lower.

Arik checked composure at difficulty 20, rolling 5 lower.

Signe checked composure at difficulty 20, rolling 25 higher.

Bliss checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 20, rolling 25 higher.

Duarte was clapping for Gianna. Now tosses a napkin at the Wolf Duke and shouts, "Booo!" with a grin.

Elgana checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 20, rolling 27 higher.

Riagnon checked composure at difficulty 20, rolling 7 lower.

Eilonwy winces. Someone has to. "I hope that's just his singing voice." She murmurs as the Duke sings out and pours her attention into her two drinks.

Arik spits up his out his whiskey at that one with a *pfffft* as Vercyn manages to get the words out but oh dear. The Halfshav Sword nearly falls off the bench laughing his ass off. He actually reaches out to grab onto Lucita's shoulder to keep from going down. "No no no nono." he says between laughter.

Arik says in Northlands shav, "Uncle please.... Never again!"

Asger checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 20, rolling 16 lower.

Bliss lets out a sharp whistle as the tune finishes, clapping her hands together firmly, perhaps trying for the loudest applause in the room as a grin breaks across her face. Even when Vercyn joins in? She's only laughing all the more, calling out to him, "And this is why you're one of my favorites, even if I can't convince you to have a drink with me, Duke Halfshav!" Bliss calls out to Vercyn, raising her hand in the air and shaking an encouraging fist. "Well done, Gianna!"

Sorrel checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 20, rolling 5 lower.

Signe keeps clapping along through the Duke's performance, smiling and seemingly entertained. "Don't stop! You're doing great Duke Vercyn!"

Derovai checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 15, rolling 4 lower.

Lucita checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 20, rolling 7 higher.

"Ah, Uncle Vercyn! You have the voice of a.. oh, I can't even find the words," Elgana giggles as she looks toward the Duke. "That is how lovely it is." She just cannot stop smiling though.

Ember watches the performance with idle interest, drinking from her tankard as Gianna sings. That is until Vercyn joins in. Then she declares. "Well, some men are better at action than words."

Gianna makes a face at Verycn when he 'sings'. She is probably mostly being dramatic, but... not entirely. "Oh, no, My Lord," she tells him.

Riagnon throws back his head to take a swig as Vercyn begins to sing along to the chorus, only to choke. Adam's apple bobbing up and down at the front of his throat, the knightling folds over on his stool amid a fit of coughs and laughter.

"Duke Halfshav, if you need a teacher in performance, I've been very popular lately," Sorrel calls out impishly, one hand on her very pregnant belly. She's a noted singer, but she looks like she might have some experience with rolling in the clover, too.

Asger barks out deep rumbling laughter and outright points at Vercyn continuing to laugh before he can manage "Aye ya even howl like a wolf, tha' name is more fittine then I knew." and with that he goes back to laughing boisterously and chugging down whiskey

"Well. It seems like I have entered in a place where there is a lot of people. I can't believe how packed this place looks." He walks with slow decisive steps towards the sturdy table.

Jarel has joined the Sturdy Table.

Lucita manages to keep from spilling drinks, graps Arik, in a proper place mind you, not groping as she does that, to keep him from tumbling off the bench and for once, her cheeks don't blaze red. All in all, she manages to laugh, grasp her drink and lift it to the singers and others.

Elgana is overheard praising Gianna for: One of the loveliest voices in Arx!

Arik is overheard praising Gianna for: Made my Uncle into the worst singer in Arx, impressive.

Bliss is overheard praising Gianna for: Putting herself out there and performing so soon after arriving! I couldn't be prouder!

Derovai says something quite seriously to Sabella, making a 'drink up' motion, before Vercyn's singing hits him. He shoots Morrighan a vaguely aggrieved look,. "I don't know what you were singing," he calls over to Vercyn, "but I want to know if you did in the first place! Couldn't make out a Gods-damned word."

Duarte is overheard praising Vercyn for: One of the lovliest dying cat impressionists in Arx.

Gianna thrusts her fist into the air and calls out, "I demand whiskey!"

Signe is overheard praising Vercyn for: Living the moment!

Elgana is overheard praising Vercyn for: Never stop singing!

Ember is overheard praising Gianna.

Ember is overheard praising Vercyn.

"Whiskey for the bard!" Arik agrees with laughter still in his rumbling voice. "And more for Seax and we'll see where they end the night." he adds with another easy chortle, being righted up with Lucita's aide.

Vercyn's fierce grin is aimed towards Gianna first for the song, and then he turns towards the crowd. Amidst the fake cheers, boos, and general laughter, the Duke folds an arm behind his back and takes a dramatic bow at the crowd. Hey! Who threw that napkin? But he seems to take it all in stride. Hell, that might be his intention, indeed. "Thank you, those of you who cheered. The rest of you need your ears cleaned!" Still grinning, the Wolf Duke turns back to Gianna, and holds a hand out towards the songstress, palm up. "Thank you for letting me join in, goodwoman."

From where he sits at the bar, probably lost in the crowd, Seax lifts his glass of whiskey to Gianna before taking a swig, draining the last of it. Soon enough, he's pouring another glass. He shoots a look at Arik, muttering in Northlands Shav.

Seax says in Northlands shav, "You're a dog. Keep it up and you'll be my second favorite cousin."

After seated, Jarel looks around the apparent festivities. He seems to notice some others focusing mostly on this Gianna and Vercyn person. Probably the real stars tonight in the Spirits. Jarel just looks happy, seeing the Spirits full makes his lips turn into a smile. He puts his order with one of the many waitresses that bring him Redrain's finest: The very strong Redrain Fire Whiskey. Once the bottle is placed, he drinks from it, like a man consuming water.

Arik says in Northlands shav, "Third cousins in blood but second in your heart. Seax, you are my brother!"

Signe's smile remains broad, "Why don't you give it a try cousin. Go on, blow them pipes." She teased Riagnon who was evidently trapped in laughter.

Arik quips something back to Seax with a reckless grin but he thumps his chest at the end with a reach for more whiskey to be poured into his cup.

Derovai has rolled a critical success!
Derovai checked stamina + survival at difficulty 50, rolling 46 higher.

Watching the Foolsbane bottle, Eilonwy shudders knowingly and hides behind her mugs of ale. One ale's pressed to her cheek as she watches the general cheer and rowdiness before drinking from the other slowly.

Gianna isn't quite sure what to do with Vercyn's hand thrust out toward her, so she opts to reach out and place her hand in his. "Of course, My Lord. Who am I to deny anyone with a song in their heart?" Ah, and whiskey arrives. Gianna takes the cup with a nod of thanks. She's flushed and smiling. Joyful.

Eilonwy says in Northlands shav, "Someone get Derovai a bucket. I know how that game ends."

Derovai picks up the bottle of Foolsbane, waving it towards Gianna in offer. Then he reaches out for the shotglass set before Sabella after she tells him something, downing the shot quickly. It goes down without even a wince, and he turns the shotglass over on the sturdy wood table, slamming it down, spreading his hands mutely at Sabella. Maybe the bottle lied?

Riagnon's eyes bulge out of his head real, real big as he leans over towards Signe, "Don't tempt me!" He screeches, cracking a goofy boyish grin as he shifts back away. Hope ya'll like glass shattering. Thankfully, it doesn't look like he's really gonna.

Taking Gianna's hand, Vercyn lifts it to his lips for a rather gallant kiss on the knuckles. "Vercyn Halfshav, Duke of Whitehold." He offers by way of introduction towards the songstress, because she just may not know who he is!

Bliss watches Gianna and Vercyn again for a while, then turns back to the large table she's seated at, chuckling at something Duarte said in a low voice and giving him a shrug. "We don't expect most Whispers to be warriors, either," she notes to him, a playful grin on his face, her contralto carrying over the crowd easily, perhaps still projecting a bit too much. Then she wonders to Elgana, "So, when were you going to get me into furs, hm? Real winter is coming soon."

Khanne has left the Back Booth.

Khanne has joined the Back Booth.

Jarel stays quiet. Just looking at the festivities.

Sabella calls out from her table, "Someone sing something else! Loudly! Right now!"

Signe gives a teasing poke at Riagnon's knee at the bar. "You know you want to."

"Oh yes," Elgana says to Bliss at the mention of furs. "I did promise you a fitting gown for winter, didn't I? I imagine soon since I don't want my favorite lady to get cold." Something Duarte says gets the princess to laugh as she turns to grin at him, eyes narrowing playfully as she leans in to murmur something to him.

Jarel has left the Sturdy Table.

Jarel has joined the Sturdy Table.

Arik checked charm + performance at difficulty 20, rolling 7 lower.

Riagnon let's out a very manly little squeal, jumping out of his skin rather than be poked by Signe. What? He's sensitive! "No!" He grins, laughing and half hiding behind his tankard.

Jarel stays quiet. Just looking at the festivities.

Gianna is still pretty happy from the performance, and so she smiles at Vercyn. "Gianna Whisper. A pleasure, My Lord."

Agnes, 3 Armed Confessors arrive, following Mercedes.

"Oh, I'm officially your favorite now?" Bliss wonders to Elgana, leaning in and nudging her with a shoulder, before looking over at the rather muted Duarte with some amusement. "Oh, it's 'we' now, is it? Do you think you could keep up? I've got quite a bit of energy, you know."

Ember finishes the tankard she started on, and wipes her mouth with her wrist. "Something stronger." She says to the bartender, and when she is handed a glass of whiskey she shrugs and takes a swig before she stands up and starts towards the table where the Northerners have largely settled. "Which one of you are Halfshavs?" She asks rather directly, and bluntly.

Ember has left the Bar.

"Of course you are a Whisper." Vercyn notes, releasing Gianna's hand and nodding to the woman. "And the pleasure is mine. I promise I shall refrain from ruining your further performances tonight, unless you want me to. Now, please, mingle." He notes with another grin, and heads towards... he passes by the back booth, and gives Khanne a few pats on the shoulder.

Loud and right now is what Arik gives the call from Sabella but it has a tipsy tune to it and a key this man has never seen or heard from the sound of it.

Whiskey and Snow, what do I know?
I'm on patrol and sun's low, what do I know?
There's a bar just ahead, wench is quick to bed
Whiskey and Snow, what do I know?

In the tavern and the drinks are fine
It ain't no place for drinking wine
I shout for the wench, she be fine
Whiskey and snow, what do I know?

Closing down, the fires out.
The carls are asleep, the barkeeps out
Where do I sleep, I thought you'd guess?
The wench threw me out a window, before I undressed
So now I know, I had only whiskey and snow.

And the cat is killed, the horse is dead, and Arik's throat probably bled...

Sabella is overheard praising Arik for: My hero!

Seax is overheard praising Arik for: My talented cousin.

Sorrel heads over towards Lucita, reaching out to put a hand on her friend's shoulder in a comforting sort of way. "How're the drinks here?" she wonders.

Elgana smiles bright at that, a considerate look given to Bliss for a moment that nears too long. "Oh, dearest, I think you know you are my favorite lady," she assures. "Though, truth be told, I hardly ever play favorites for real. You are definitely up there." She winks. "Much higher than some shall ever be." And then Arik starts to sing.

Wandering into the Spirits, Mercedes waves off her companions. "Go on, relax a bit," she tells them and the confessors peel off to find themselves a table. The dark-haired Inquisitor opts for the bar, making eye contact with a few people along the way (hey there, Sabella), and then winces -- HARD -- at this caterwauling that assaults her senses. Like, it's so bad that it doesn't just hurt her ears -- somehow, she manages to taste it too. "What in the .."

Signe is overheard praising Arik for: Living in the moment!

Khanne looks up at Vercyn with a half smile when he passes her way, murmuring a few soft words.

Watching the on goings, Eily finally finishes the first ale and stares wordlessly at the off key singing nobles. "This doesn't set a great standard for singing northerners." She murmurs and looks for Asger. "Hey Duke, you've surely got a few charming tunes?" the northerner calls out and starts on her second ale in earnest.

Elgana is overheard praising Arik for: For being bold! And probably somewhat drunk!

Staring at Arik for a while, Bliss says, "Well, now I firmly believe this is a Northern bar. I'd missed /that/ particular ambience for quite some time now." She's grinning, though, at the song. Then she hears Elgana's voice and turns to look at her, catching the tail end of that look with a smile. "There are some who never really even get their feet off the ground on that, aren't there?" she asks.

Sabella is overheard praising Felix for: Only the best messengers accidentally get sent my way

Lucita pokes Arik in the upper arm "M'Lord! Vocal talents seem to run in your family. Perhaps you better leave the singing to Princess Sorrel and me and Mistress Gianna?" She looks up at Sorrel and murmurs. "Not too much longer for you to wait now. Drinks are pretty good if you stick to ones like Duke Vercyn picked out or their better whiskey.

Waldemai mutters, "I'm going to need whiskey after that. Whiskey! Bring whiskey!"

Riagnon could not be more Delighted by Arik's singing. Knowing full well he could do no better, the young black bear lifts his drink in sloppy salute.

Gianna is released back into the wild, and she drains a long gulp of whiskey. And goes to collect that offer of Foolsbane from Derovai, coming to a halt next to him and saying, "Evening."

Arik chuckles a bit more and downs another glass of whiskey with a sidelong look at Lucita, "Ah well.. Can't appreciate greatness without the riffraff, no?" he says in a good natured manner and then slides his whiskey cup away with a deep and throaty chuckle.

"Don't do it!" Sabella shakes her head at Gianna, "Whatever it is he's promised you, you can do better. Like..." She glances around then points randomly at Riagnon, "Him! He's a much better mark. Look at those...I mean his hair is so...ugh I have had way too much to drink." She bemoans, rubbing the side of her neck.

Khanne is overheard praising Arik for: Hosting a fabulous evening of entertainment and cat yowling.

Khanne is overheard praising Vercyn for: My Uncle sometimes surprises me. Amusingly so.

"If you're thinking you've had too much, Princess Sabella," the Champion Whisper calls from the central table, "Then you need another shot! Come over here, join us," she says as she beckons the woman over, then points at Riagnon. "And you, too! I have no idea what it is either of you are drinking, but I'm getting something strong."

Arik is overheard praising Vercyn for: I got it from my Uncle, just ask him.

Signe slides off the bar stool, "Enjoy the evening!" She shouts out before heading out of the Spirits.

Signe has left the Bar.

Khanne is overheard praising Gianna for: Beautiful singing.

Mercedes has joined the Bar.

Khanne smiles at her Uncle and gives him a nod. "Thank you, Uncle."

Vercyn is overheard praising Gianna for: Lovely song. Ably assisted by me.

Sabella does not get up from where she's sitting, but she does grin over at Bliss, "Are you going to carry me home?! Master Voss is probably not going to volunteer. I am used to mead, not whiskey! How do you people do it?!"

Finding herself a stool at the bar, Mercedes holds one side of her head in the aftermath of Arik's .. we can't call it singing, can we? His attack on the senses. Anyway, she gives a nod to the people seated near her and then flags over the barkeep. Does she order a whiskey? Maybe some mead? Nope. She orders milk. MILK. Get outta town with that.

"Sleep in the snow, after the drinks." Arik suggests in a mildly singsong manner, not singsong-y enough to murder anyones ears.

3 Redreef Guard leaves, following Ember.

"Heartily!" Bliss calls to Sabella. "With great vigor and enthusiasm, and enjoying everything that comes in front of you!" Surprisingly, though, Bliss does not actually have a glass in front of her. "Half the fun is figuring out where you're going to wake up the next morning, after all." She seems in agreement with Arik on that one, though the glass of milk that Mercedes gets poured catches her attention, and her eyes narrow briefly.

Riagnon puffs out his chest, a pointed finger in his direction from a Grayson princess is pretty much enough to fuel his confidence for like... a fortnight, at least. "I need a shot!" He agrees with Bliss, tilting his thick eyebrows pathetically... Though, his attention is soon pulled away to offer cheerful gesture of farewell (tankard still in hand) to his fleeing cousin. Or maybe that's just his excuse to avoid being /a mark/.

Lucita says, "A sip at a time, Princess, small ones, just a sip at a time!" She gives contrary advice to Bliss's with a laugh. "Till you build up more tolerance for it then ... have at it!""

"I haven't done much drinking lately," Sorrel admits with a laugh to Lucita, in good spirits. "But Mistress Gianna is a pretty good singer. She's got you all recruited for a Bard's College, I know."

Derovai looks up at Sabella's words. "I'm liable to drop her on her head in some particularly uncomfortable brambles," he agrees with the princess, his tone one of mock apology. "All of you here, though, you can't say she didn't ask for it." And then he's pouring another shotglass of Foolsbane, sliding it to someone at the table.

"Has it snowed?" Eilonwy wonders with surprise. Surely she leaves the bar...ever. Though now the healer's leaning back in her chair to look out the window curiously. "Spirits, what day is it?" She wonders and puffs out her cheeks before going back to her drink with dedication.

Asger has left the A central table with benches.

Teiddwen the Otter, A fiery headed prodigal named Gwddfgwyn leave, following Asger.

Jarel checked stamina + survival at difficulty 50, rolling 22 lower.

Jarel checked willpower + survival at difficulty 22, rolling 2 higher.

Riagnon continues to drink joyfully for a time, chatting and laughing until he's inebriated enough to call it an evening.

Riagnon has left the Bar.

Gianna takes up the bottle of Foolsbane, sniffs twice, and immediately puts it down. "Ugh. What's the point of drinking that? It smells strong enough to wake the dead."

Sabella pipes up, "I will definitely ask you right now, Master Voss, to not throw me in those bramble bushes should you ever have cause to pick me up. Which you hopefully never should because I know my own tolerance." She picks up her whiskey and looks like she's going to shoot the rest! But she just takes a sip with a smile.

Vercyn has joined the A central table with benches.

Looking at Gianna as she sets the bottle aside, Eilonwy calls out "Prince Mydas sells it to strip boats!" Since that seems like the helpful answer on Foolsbane.

Vercyn comes up to the central table, and without warning, finds an empty spot and plops himself down. Who exactly does he end up sitting in between, we all wonder?

Bliss has plenty of empty seats to one side, so possibly her! Maybe!

Derovai looks up towards Gianna, "It won't wake 'em up, but it might add to their number if you drink the whole bottle," he tells the singer casually, before he looks over at Sabella, a little smile back at her. Shots fired. "And I know my own tolerance for lifting heavy objects," he replies easily. "I don't fancy breaking my arms. Or suffocating in bed, while we're at it."

Khanne bites her lip a moment then grabbing the neck of her bottle of whiskey, she rises from her seat at the back booth. Lifting her bottle and looking around the room in a silent parting of ways to those she knows, she heads out of The Spirits.

Khanne has left the Back Booth.

Drysi, a young shaman apprentice, GusGus, the fluffy Whitehold Mountain puppy leave, following Khanne.

Waldemai waves for more ale. "Got to give that whiskey some company, or I'll be hungover tomorrow."

Seax pushes away from the bar, nursing the half-empty bottle of whiskey in a hand as he makes his way through the crowd and meanders by the large table, pausing for a moment by Vercyn.

Sabella waves a hand at Derovai, "Pffft, that isn't even a good insult! Look at me! I'm tiny! How much have you had, Master Voss? That one did not land. Try again!" She pauses, "Wait, what? No, don't try again. And wait, is your bed in the bramble bushes? I'm confused about what hypothetical thing I'm supposed to be taking offense to and that just makes me want to laugh, which I'm sure is not the appropriate emotional response here."

In that case, Bliss on one side and Lucita on the other - that's where Vercyn will position himself at the central table. But before he can speak to any of his new tablemates, there is Seax approaching him. There is an exchange of whispers between the men.

Arik tilts his head and then looks over his shoulder at Seax and Vercyn murmuring with a suspicious squint.

Elgana has rolled a critical success!
Elgana checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 25, rolling 67 higher.

Derovai makes the universal motion for 'chatter' with his hand in a less-than sign, flapping open and shut like a mouth. He turns towards Morrighan, murmuring something quietly to her, raising his brows as he concludes the question.

Gianna calls back to Eilonwy, "Good to know!" She gives the Foolsbane another dismissive look and downs the rest of her perfectly pleasant whiskey. It burns, and she coughs slightly. That done, she makes her way to the middle of the room and begins to play again, singing a drinking song.

Elgana is the picture of perfect poise and elegance, nothing could ruffle her feathers - even an oathbreaker, if one were to wander by, it would seem - as she Redrain continues her conversation, as it shifts and dances between Duarte and Bliss.

Rising, Eilonwy goes to go get another drink. She grins at Gianna and nods cheerfully. "It's still a fun night, watching other people fall over drinking it. Seeing Master Voss puke into a bucket is memorable."

Sabella gives Derovai a smile so sweet it can't possibly be real, "Oh, Master Voss, why are you encouraging me? I think you like my chatter. You and Master Bastien ought to get together sometime. You're like, just a cake right now. A Master Bastien cake without the frosting. Someday you might be that frosty, but so far you engage far too often to make me believe you don't enjoy it. I feel like that metaphor got away from me somewhere." She puts her hands down on the table and stands up, a little wobbly. "What I mean to say is that you can always come find me if you need someone to listen to, for I will always be there for you to talk at you! I'd hug you, but I'm honestly not sure which you is real. So I'm going to go home."

Seax pulls away from his murmur at Vercyn's shoulder, an amiable tilt to his lips. He takes a few paces from the table, adjusting his belt and allowing his dark green eyes to scan the crowd.

Mercedes pounds her milk -- that's right, she drinks the whole cup in one mighty gulp. AHH! SO REFRESHING! Oathlands strong! Who needs Foolsbane when one has .. oh nevermind. The Inquisitor waves off a refill (she doesn't want to go wild, after all) and rubs away her milk moooo-stache with the back of her hand. Turning on her stool, she gives the room a level once-over, her expression a pretty flat and even thing. All this carousing! She sticks out like a sore thumb; clearly this was the wrong night to pay this establishment a visit.

She considers the exit. She considers her companions off at the their table. She considers the exit again. Mercedes hems and haws but when she hears someone say 'puke bucket', that seems to seal the deal for her: she heads for the door.

Derovai looks up at Eilonwy's comment. "So did you, as I recall. And Lord Brogan Nightgold, and he's twice my size." He murmurs something to Morrighan with a smile, but that smile drops a little at Sabella. "There isn't a real me," he tells Sabella quite seriously, before he waves his gloved fingers /just so/ at her that the wave ends in a quite rude gesture -- purely by happenstance, of course.

Bliss lifts her head up to Seax, giving him a smile and wiggling her fingers at him, before she returns to quiet conversation with the others at the table.

Taking her ale carefully, Eilonwy nods. "So I did, Master Voss. I consider it a right of passage. Alas, I haven't found my way out of the bar since." She claims with a bat of her lashes as she escorts her ale back to her seat carefully so it doesn't spill. Her hazel eyes slide to Morrighan with a wink as she passes. "You did warn us. Now see what's become of us, Dame Morrighan."

Mercedes has left the Bar.

Agnes, 3 Armed Confessors leave, following Mercedes.

Gianna continues wending her way through the crowd, singing and playing. Lord Arik should get his money's worth, after all.

Duarte is overheard praising Gianna.

Sabella laughs and then she can't stop for a minute, nearly doubling over before she pushes herself up, wipes her eyes, and smiles at Derovai, "I find your genuine insincerity charming, Master Voss. But I'll leave you to your flirting. Watch out for that one!" She says to Jarel, pointing to Derovai, "He lives in the bushes!" Without explaining whatever that might mean, she starts towards the door. Only walking a little zig-zag. "Good night, you wonderful people!" Then she starts singing on her way out, "Redrain is the best! It's bears are just the best! Way better than the rest! Redrain bears they pass the test!" From the sound of it, she continues singing made up verses as she continues through the Ward.

Sabella checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 47 higher.

And it's damn catchy!

Noticing the rather large crowd in the Spirits with a surprised look on his face, Valarian plows through the crowd as gracefully as possible to take a seat at the booth in the back.

Valarian has joined the Back Booth.

Exchanging a few quiet words with Derovai and giving him a wry smile as she eases back, the dame leans comfortably against the edge of her table, though doesn't appear to be partaking of any liquor this evening. It's when Eilonwy passes by that Morrighan gives a squinted look, thinking. "Ah..I did? What about?" she wonders, glancing about the tavern. "Was a bit out o' it an' nae entirely payin' attention."

Derovai grins at Eilonwy's words, tilting back on his chair at the sturdy table. He laughs outright at Sabella. "Trust me, this isn't flirting. Work on your rhymes!" he calls to the woman as she saunters away, and then looks back up to Eilonwy. He jerks his chin towards the table that Sabella has just abandoned, a casual offer.

Sabella has left the Sturdy Table.

Elizabetta, a disapproving lady-in-waiting, Valor, a small brown and white corgi puppy, Lily, an aloof lady-in-waiting, 2 Grayson Guardsmen, Clark, an exasperated guard leave, following Sabella.

Arik leans over to give Lucita a lightly kiss her on the cheek and give her arm a pat before rising up to stand by the centrally located table. His rumbling voice is lifted up and there is a flush across his cheeks, an empty whiskey glass is in his hand but he lifts it up anyway. "Northern Fealty! And everyone else!" he begins with a reckless grin, "Thank you for honoring The Spirits with your patronage and enjoying yourselves tonight, courtesy of House Halfshav... Of course. The songs you loved were by an Apprentice Whisper, the songs that haunt were by me and mine. The drink, the food, from the kitchen!" he says with a wave of his empty whiskey cup to the bar. "I have also arranged to donate this new table to the spirits for as long as they want it. A place for all to come together, drink a proper liquor, and be close!"

"Redrain bears make such a mess." Eilonwy adds to the diddy with a whistle. She pauses before sitting to answer Morrighan. "The Foolsbane. Lord Sigurd was keeping you company. We discussed the naming of a puppy and Prince Mydas' drink. Which I think was referred to as "that poison" and we discussed it's virtues for cleaning wounds." She looks at Derovai's gesture and frowns. "Ale only tonight Master Voss. A girl needs her wits around you." She allows and changes course.

Eilonwy has joined the Sturdy Table.

As Arik stands, so too does Bliss, sighing as she does so and turning her head to Elgana with a smile. She bends down, kissing the woman on the scalp before saying to her, "I'll let you know when I'm free?" as she puts a hand on the Princess' back. And then a messenger arrives, and she takes the note, reads it, and chuckles. "Yes, yes, I'm on my way," she says with amusement.

Waldemai finishes his ale. It's time to take the boots off the table and stagger back to Southport Square. "G'night, all," he calls.

Waldemai has left the Wobbly Table.

"Think I'm to go rest. I w rather fun." Jarel concludes as he empties the bottle in his hand. "Thatnks for the good time."

Jarel has left the Sturdy Table.

Seax lifts a hand to his kin, Arik and Vercyn, among others, before silently taking his leave, whiskey in land.

Seax has left the Bar.

"Don't they, though?" comes a retort back off in Eilonwy's direction as Morrighan gives a snickering laugh, but she soon dons an expression of understanding, and brings a hand up to rub at her face. "Oh, aye, I remember tha'. Somebody was awfully insistent I name my pupper after 'em," she remarks, giving a pointed look at Derovai. "I dunnae, is Voss a good name for a pupper? He ain't so much a pupper now, though."

Bliss has left the A central table with benches.

Jared, an overworked-looking, nervous Apprentice Whisper leaves, following Bliss.

"Derovai, not Voss," Derovai replies to Morrighan. "I wanted to name the dog Derovai. I wanted to name Alarie's boat 'The Voss.' I would have gotten as many writs as I needed to make that happen, too. She hated me." He watches as the others start to vanish, before adding something to the women at the table.

Vercyn is overheard praising Arik for: Good job on the event.

"Ooof. Voss. No, could you imagine calling after him?" Eilonwy wonders and rolls her eyes dramatically. "I think that little tune has merit, however, it's charming." She laughs a bout. "Derovai! That's right. Here, Derovai! Sit Derovai! Ha. Yes. If I get a pet I'll name it in your honor Master Voss. Maybe a mouse, like that other healer...eerm, Mistress Valery?"

Elgana smiles as Bliss rises, nodding. "Of course," she says to the Whisper before she is off and gone. Her attentions then turn back to the table for but a moment longer before she glances toward the door. "I should make my way soon as well. It has been such a lovely time, though."

With it appearing that more of the crowd has thinned out and more space has opened up, Valarian makes a gesture in the direction of Morrighan, Derovai and Eilonwy. "Any of you mind if I take a seat over there?" Princess Elgana gets a quick smile as she begins to leave.

Lucita gives Arik a sidelong glance as he kisses her cheek, shakes her head a little and says. "men, whiskey and bawdy songs..." as if that is reason enough for what happened. She lifts her own drink and murmurs. "I'm going to have to go soon, myself."