Messages With Muriel
Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 12:00 am
Neristranna scowled as she wound her way down the steps towards the 'Spirit's common room -- past the bouncer whom Flame ever knew if he... it ever bathed, past another half-drunken patron stumbling up towards a room, doubtless. The usual sort of fare that she'd come to associate with the establishment.
Dom'd better have procured the gear, she ruminated irritably to herself, or there'd be more than an earful to share. A ring, she suspected it'd be, but she'd discover soon enough. Opportunities were opportunities, but she'd no fancy of depending on someone else's ward -- their attentiveness, lack of exhaustion, and the lack of an inadvertent antimagic spell -- from turning her into a cinder in but moment's time.
Neristranna paused as she rounded by Muriel's bar. It was a fleeting, spur of the moment thought, but...
"If you see a -- dark-skinned elf woman, no, not one of those Drow sorts..", she spoke with disdain at that correction, "... walking about with a stick, like she'd blind, you see -- not too hard on the eyes, either, name's Ceroy, she's staying upstairs..." Neri pondered, for a moment, for this was all on a whim, after all. Wasn't it?
"Tell her I'm to the Land of Flame, Dom with, he'll have news if she sees him first. Yes, yes, she really is blind or I would have left her a note, aye?", Neri tacked on rather snippily, then sighed. She reached into coinpurse and tossed a generous tip over to Muriel, then headed outside.
Dom'd better have procured the gear, she ruminated irritably to herself, or there'd be more than an earful to share. A ring, she suspected it'd be, but she'd discover soon enough. Opportunities were opportunities, but she'd no fancy of depending on someone else's ward -- their attentiveness, lack of exhaustion, and the lack of an inadvertent antimagic spell -- from turning her into a cinder in but moment's time.
Neristranna paused as she rounded by Muriel's bar. It was a fleeting, spur of the moment thought, but...
"If you see a -- dark-skinned elf woman, no, not one of those Drow sorts..", she spoke with disdain at that correction, "... walking about with a stick, like she'd blind, you see -- not too hard on the eyes, either, name's Ceroy, she's staying upstairs..." Neri pondered, for a moment, for this was all on a whim, after all. Wasn't it?
"Tell her I'm to the Land of Flame, Dom with, he'll have news if she sees him first. Yes, yes, she really is blind or I would have left her a note, aye?", Neri tacked on rather snippily, then sighed. She reached into coinpurse and tossed a generous tip over to Muriel, then headed outside.