STEFAN
You glance upon a stout man before you, his comically short height (reaching barely above an average man's waist) made laughably ill-proportioned by a long, dragging set of lorerobes. Stocky and heavily built, nearly as wide as he is tall, his short stature is tempered by a craggy, yet youthful face, although a scraggly beard covers the lower half of his features in a wiry, thick frizz. Deep set eyes peer out with a keen sparkle, but do little to mask the obvious thread of dwarven lineage in his blood.
SECTAVIA
Her sharp delicate features and cool grey eyes pierce you as she lowers her head, focusing her gaze only on you. If weren't for a donated mantle, you could tell that her vision would be blocked by silver hair that falls as straight and controlled as her stance.
She maintains her ground, sizing you up. "If you seek a fight, then you've found your girl," readying her weapon, she steps forward as to attack, hardly waiting for your response.
FURION
There is nothing to see.
Sectavia tells Stunted Stefan, "Hello stranger, I am currently on a bar hop, care to join? ".
Stunted Stefan says, "I'm always up for keeping a lovely lady company".
"You/Stefan" stares up at you, smiling widely, before bowing low, his head nearly scraping the pavement.
Stunted Stefan says, "Stunted Stefan, at your service, fair maiden".
"You/Stefan" reaches up, standing on his tip toes to softly plant a kiss on your hand.
Sectavia giggles discreetly, "Sectavia here, drinking is not the game but find the stool is!" .
Sectavia says, "Which bar is your favorite? ".
"You/Stefan" frowns, his beard twitching in thought. "If Furion were here, he'd say -I- would be a good stool," he mutters.
Stunted Stefan says, "Let's see. The one in the brothel is quite nice".
Stunted Stefan says, "The Princess runs that (on the sly, of course)".
Sectavia shakes her head, "Now that would certainly not be proper to say in the presence of a lady."
Stunted Stefan says, "The Red Rose is also lovely, though more prone to brawls".
Sectavia says, "The brothel you say, I was just searching that one up. ".
Stunted Stefan says, "And the Seafarer's...always good ambiance there, what with the necromancers hanging about".
Stunted Stefan says, "But my FAVORITE would have to be the Fugitive's Rest".
You nod your head at yourself.
Sectavia says, "Been looking for the road of the ancients. I am pretty sure if we head in a north western direction we might find it. ".
Stunted Stefan says, "Hmm".
Sectavia says, "Fugitives rest, that does sound good. ".
Stunted Stefan says, "Try heading south".
Stunted Stefan says, "Sharp south from square of the first emperor".
Stunted Stefan says, "Then hang an east".
Stunted Stefan says, "Conveniently by the toll office".
(movement)
Bar.
You are able to see by the light of the lorestaff. The long dark wooden bar dominates this room, the tasteful pictures hanging on the walls not noticed, for the compelling nature of this room's feature. Hand wrought iron stools line the bar for those interested in washing away the dusty road from their throats. A price list of finest hand blown glass hangs behind the bar notifying the patrons of this establishment's reasonable prices. Type GOODS for a price list. Sectavia, Page of Miracles is here.
You nod your head emphatically.
Sectavia says, "Ah, another to add to my list".
Your face breaks into an amiable grin.
Sectavia adds a scribble on her arm. On a closer look you see it is scrawled all over. .
"You/Stefan" chuckles to himself, peering at your arm. "Not heard of letters, lass?" he grins.
(moving)
Lounge.
You are able to see by the light of the lorestaff. Two love seats and a sofa in this room surround a most luxurious hearth. The fire roars within the fireplace setting the entire room off to a deep red glow. People socialising here around the clock sip their drinks and tell tales of fortune, fame and fear. A white bearskin rug thrown across the centre of the floor makes an inviting spot to lie down and soak up the warmth of the fireplace. A couple of girls lounge here dressed in fine lace, warmed by the heat of the fire. Sectavia, Page of Miracles is here. A magical rune stave stands here, an unseen force holding it in place.
Sectavia shrugs her shoulders casually, "But then I'd have to find something sturdy to write on." .
Stunted Stefan says, "Fair enough".
Sectavia says, "A lounge is always necessary for a brothel, I would imagine".
"You/Stefan" flashes a wink at one of the scantily clad girls, mouthing "later" at them.
You ponder the problem for a moment.
Sectavia follows your gaze, "Hmm, I dunno about that one." .
"You/Stefan" flushes guiltily at you, mumbling into his beard. "They always end up busy when I come back," he says in a muffled voice, reluctantly adding. "...with other patrons.".
"You/Stefan" frowns, striking his staff on the ground. "Just cause I'm short in height doesn't mean I'm the same in the staff!" he says defensively, before coughing and averting his eyes.
Sectavia smirks to herself, "Well, then I'd have to say you are most likely better off, no sloppy seconds, eh?" She glances down at her arm, "I have 5 and need six, how about we skip the rest and head to that favorite of yours?".
Stunted Stefan says, "Let's... Find another bar, maybe...".
"You/Stefan" nods eagerly at the offer to change the subject.
Sectavia nods her head at you.
Stunted Stefan says, "We'll want to go back to the square".
Sectavia says, "Hmm, I suppose, is it closer to there?".
You nod your head emphatically.
Sectavia says, "Alright".
Sectavia says, "Just let me know when I am getting cold".
Sectavia winks at you.
"You/Stefan" gestures towards the west, squinting his eyes. "Across Emerald Bridge now," he guides.
(movement)
"You/Stefan" uses his lorestaff to gesture towards the southwest. "Follow Salt Street as it winds along, aye.".
Smoky saloon.
You are able to see by the light of the lorestaff. The air in this low ceilinged bar, is pervaded with the pungent aroma of megillos and other more exotic herbs as if insinuated into the wooden timbers of the room itself. Dark yellow stains mask the wattled walls, imbuing the saloon with a warm glow. A fierce hearth blazes in a corner of the room, surrounded by a cluster of worn seats it casts dark shadows across the bare boards of the floor. Small piles of sawdust scattered liberally about the room have soaked up many a tankard of spilled ale. A busy bar lies directly ahead to the west, beyond which you spy a rickety stair. To the north you detect the green glow of baize cloth upon a card table. A door eastward leads back on to the dark alley. Sectavia, Page of Miracles is
here.
Sectavia grins, squinting her eyes doubtfully at you. .
"You/Stefan" breathes in deeply, inhaling the musty aroma of herbs, woodfire and sawdust which create a faint veneer over the more pungent scents indicative of rowdy drinking sessions.
"You/Stefan" coughs suddenly, sputtering. "Band of sailors been in here recently," he says in a choked voice, his lip curling in disgust at a sloppy puddle of dubious origin near the door.
Stunted Stefan says, "Head west, lass, to the bar itself".
Before a busy bar.
You are able to see by the light of the lorestaff. A metal grille lies directly ahead rising from bar counter to ceiling behind which the proprietor and his bar staff work feverishly, in comparative safety from the erratic patrons of this bustling tavern. Tall jugs their labels sporting exotic names line the high shelves of the serving area; beside which a placard informing customers of the liquors available and remunerations necessary resides. The notched surface of the sturdy wooden counterpiece bears the blade mark of many an idle hand, and the dark stains of eager hands gripping the bar in anticipation of the strong liquors served here. A wooden door set at waist height adjoins the framework of the grille no doubt providing access to the area behind the bar. Sectavia, Page of Miracles is here. A burly sailor stands here, puffing a wooden pipe. A swarthy rogue loiters by the bar, he winks cheekily in your general direction.
You peer at a burly sailor, noting every minor detail.
Stunted Stefan says, "Aha! I knew it!".
"You/Stefan" edges a bit closer to you, lowering his voice to a grunt. "Stay close, fair lady," he warns. "This is the roughest bar in town, and with you so pretty...well, aye, might get rougher, if you get my drift.".
Sectavia takes a step back, gesturing for Stefan to move forward. "Do you suppose he's fresh from the boat and if so, well I am sure you will have no problem working that staff of yours." .
Sectavia coughs slightly, "The staff being used for protecting me that is." She darts her eyes a way towards your robes. "I know how to hem those if you need, by the way?" .
A rogue raises an eyebrow at the short man before him, snickering in disdain.
"You/Stefan" blinks suddenly, peering over at the rogue. "What!" he demands.
A rogue merely flips a golden coin in the air, whistling to himself.
Sectavia looks the rogue with caution, "I think it is you and your honor that may be needing the
protecting sir." .
"You/Stefan" plants his hands on his hips, staring up defiantly. "None of your funny business, either of you," he says, raising his voice in an attempt at an authoritative tone.
Sectavia nods her head at you.
A rogue sweeps into a sardonic bow, before rising, leering at Sectavia. "Are you planning on taking
advantage of me, wench?" he snickers.
A rogue says, "I certainly wouldn't struggle...much".
Sectavia leans down and whispers to Stefan, "This would be your cue to defend my honor.".
"You/Stefan" splutters, his face growing steadily more red as he begins to fumble with his sword. With a belling clang, the weapon falls from his scabbard. Mutely nodding at you, he leaps down to retrieve it.
You let an adamant longsword fall to the ground.
You pick up an adamant longsword.
You are now wielding an adamant longsword in your right hand.
A rogue chuckles throatily, his head titling back as his shoulders shake. "Oh, wench, THAT is your defender?".
A rogue says, "You're as good as gone, now!".
"You/Stefan" leaps forwards, growling beneath his breath. "Nobody will insult a lovely lady on my watch!" he shouts, waving his sword in an impressive (if rather useless) arc.
Sectavia sneers at the rogue, "A wise person once told me that short in height doesn't mean their the same in staff. I'd watch it.".
A rogue sidles along the bar, neatly sidestepping Stefan to stand quite close to Sectavia. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he murmurs softly to her, "What say you we ditch this clown and have some
private time, hmm?".
A rogue says, "There's a room upstairs that the barkeep'll let me borrow for a few coins, no questions asked".
Sectavia says, "He may not handle his sword with the same delicacy but I am sure with the staff, well... You get my drift.".
"You/Stefan" turns in a circle, putting himself in between Sectavia and the rogue. "Stand back, dog!" he cries, stumbling only slightly on his lorerobes as he advances on the rogue.
Sectavia bends over and takes hold of the train of robes. "I've got your back, you're doing great!".
A rogue snickers at Stefan, although his eyes narrow in calculation. As he lithely moves backwards, you can catch a curious flash from his sleeve - a hidden darts release, dripping an unmistakable splash of the soporific mandrake.
Sectavia's voice drops to a whisper, "I don't believe I know or want to find out what is on that dart, perhaps we should count our blessings and call it a night in this bar.".
"You/Stefan" 's eyes quickly flash between the sudden view of the dart and back up to Sectavia, before he stares at the rogue once more. Lunging forward, he cries, "Lady, duck, he's planning on putting you to slee-" The rest of his words are cut off as he swings wildly at the rogue, nicking the man's arm.
A rogue hisses as the sword grazes his skin, gashing a deep furrow. As blood wells up, he jumps towards Sectavia, one hand moving to release the dart.
A rogue says, "I'd let her go...".
A rogue adds with a snarl, "After I'd taken all her money, of course!".
Sectavia ducks back but instead is jerked forward by Stefan's stocky movements and her forgotten hold of his train. She flails past the rogue, accidentally knocking him off balance, causing him to trip over Stefan.
A shimmering portal appears before you, bearing the image of Loremaster Furion in its swirling mists.
Someone appears before you through the black screen of a magical portal.
Loremaster Furion says, "Right, you've kept her closeted away for long enough my friend".
Sectavia says, "Now's your chance, get him while he's down!".
"You/Stefan" uses the falling movement of the rogue to exploit a sudden opportunity. Grunts sharply,he throws all of his small weight into a furious headbutt, slamming the rogue directly in the groin.Staggering backwards, his eyes cross for a moment, as a dazed look crosses his face. "Furion...hello..." he mumbles, before his legs give out and he crashes to the ground.
Furion looks down at Stefan, obviously unsure what's going on.
Furion prods you.
Loremaster Furion says, "What ARE you doing?".
A rogue squeals in sudden agony, his hands flying to the tender region. With a look of excruciating
pain, he hobbles backwards, yelping with each movement.
Sectavia smiles thankfully, "Stefan just saved me from a rogue, it was very heroic of him.".
A rogue slinks away, beaten, as quickly as he is able.
Furion grabs the rogue by by the scruff of the neck, thrusting him out of the room.
A shadowy figure melts away beyond the eye of your mind.
Sectavia says, "Is it possible to make Furion be visible?".
Loremaster Furion has just appeared.
Loremaster Furion performs a courtly bow.
Loremaster Furion says, "It is".
Loremaster Furion poses regally before you.
Loremaster Furion says, "Isn't that better?".
"You/Stefan" stares at Furion with a hazy expression. "Is it possible to make Furion not be moving, please?" he mumbles, head swaying side to side.
Sectavia curtsies nicely, "I think he may need something to help with his head injury, an herb or
potion perhaps?".
Loremaster Furion bends down to Stefan, helping him chug down a healing potion.
Loremaster Furion says, "There you go, that should help".
Sectavia nods her head emphatically.
"You/Stefan" reaches out, tugging on Furion's robe to pull himself to his feet.
Loremaster Furion is no longer wearing a thick robe spangled with gemstones.
Loremaster Furion lets a thick robe spangled with gemstones fall to the ground.
Loremaster Furion cries, "Eep!" in terror.
Loremaster Furion blushes furiously as his robe comes down.
"You/Stefan" blinks a few times, his vision clearing. Yelping, he closes his eyes suddenly.
Loremaster Furion bends over and picks up a thick robe spangled with gemstones.
Loremaster Furion has just put on a thick robe spangled with gemstones.
"You/Stefan" keeps his eyes tightly squinted shut. "Is it over?" he cries out in fear.
Sectavia scratches her head and leans closer to Stefan, "Does this one have issues with exposing
himself?" .
Stunted Stefan says, "I don't know! I don't want to know!".
Sectavia nods her head at you.
Loremaster Furion glares at the whispering pair angrily, "It's your fault it came off, runt!".
Loremaster Furion says, "I'm hardly to blame for your pulling my robe off!".
Loremaster Furion gives a haughty sniff.
"You/Stefan" says, out of the side of his mouth to you, "Is he decent again?" Thoughtfully, he adds, "As decent as he'll get, anyways. He's Furion, afterall...".
Loremaster Furion mutters darkly.
Sectavia looks at Furion questioningly, "How did he pull it off, was he stepping on it accidentally?"
"You/Stefan" sneaks a quick peek, letting out a sigh of relief.
You are cured of blindness.
Sectavia pats Stefan encouragingly on the head, "Yes he is, I think." .
Loremaster Furion looks at Sectavia darkly, waving his hands in the air frantically "When he got up, he GRABBED my robe and PULLED it off!" .
"You/Stefan" beams up at Sectavia, tucking his sword into his belt, the effect slightly ruined as the tip of the weapon hits the ground, bouncing the entire sword up to knock him in the face.
"You/Stefan" mutters to himself, glaring at the pommel of his own, traitorous weapon.
Loremaster Furion looks condescendingly at Stefan, saying, "You sir, are a cad and a bounder!".
Sectavia shakes her head, "Ever heard of a belt, I will not let you speak harshly to Stefan, he did
just take out a rogue after all." .
"You/Stefan" says in dismissal, "Hush, Furion, you'll scare the poor lass with all your talk of nudity and exposure." Patiently, he adds, "Nobody wants to see it, nobody wants to hear about it.".
"You/Stefan" absently pats Furion on the kneecap, before smiling back up at Sectavia.
Sectavia grins at Furion, "That being said, how lovely of you to join the bar hop!".
"You/Stefan" tugs at his beard, before saying hopefully, "You mentioned a...ah...repair to my robes? The hem?".
Loremaster Furion looks merrily at Sectavia, past indiscretions obviously forgotten. "Thank you kind lady, what are you drinking?".
Stunted Stefan says, "How would we be going about that? The repair I mean, not Furion's obvious need to get drunk".
Stunted Stefan tells Loremaster Furion, "There are more ways than booze to woo a woman, lad".
Sectavia smiles broadly, "I make all my own repairs." On a closer look you see uneven stitches, clumped up spots. At best it is mediocre workmanship.
"You/Stefan" purses his lips thoughtfully. "Better than I could do..." he admits.
Sectavia says, "I could very easily hem that up for you.".
"You/Stefan" claps his hands together, nodding. Approaching a barstool, he bounces slightly, attempting to scale the steep chair.
Loremaster Furion hurries over, giving Stefan a leg up.
Loremaster Furion beams broadly.
Sectavia smiles to Furion, "Well what a guy you are turning out to be." .
Loremaster Furion reaches out to give Stefan a pat on the back, but collapses clumsily as despite the added height of the chair, he has gone right over the half-dwarf's head.
"You/Stefan" turns to frown down at Furion, his lorestaff swinging with him, directly towards the
other man's head.
Sectavia smirks, trying to withhold a laugh, "Be careful there Furion, don't slip!".
Loremaster Furion rolls out of the way, trying to avoid the vicious swing.
"You/Stefan" turns again, following Furion's movements. "What'd ye think ya are?" he chuckles. "Some kind of acrobat in one of Qey's shows?" As he laughs, the lorestaff bobs up and down, striking the ground just behind Furion's roll.
Loremaster Furion comes out of one of his rolls, somehow ending up on his feet, before pulling out
his own lorestaff.
"You/Stefan" lowers his voice, winking at Sectavia. "I think he's trying to impress you," he mutters.
Loremaster Furion then proceeds to trip over it.
Loremaster Furion rubs his head slowly, obviously in pain.
Sectavia is unable to stifle her laughter any longer, filling the room with a loud guffaw, sounding almost donkey like. "Are you boys alright over there?" .
"You/Stefan" leans forward against the bar, raising his voice slightly. "Oh, Furion's never been the same, since Kalista left him, aye," he says, his voice filled with mock tragedy. "Life of the lovelorn...".
Sectavia says, "Kalista?".
Loremaster Furion stands up slowly, still groggy from the fall. Turning, he is working himself into a frenzy "DWARF!!" he snarls, "Don't mention that name in my presence!!".
"You/Stefan" slaps his hand on the bar. "I chased off a rogue, and this lovely lady...whose name I never caught...is a lovely lady." Blushing slightly, he hurries on, "Furion, earn your keep and buy us a round.".
Loremaster Furion searches the many money pockets hidden about his robes before eventually coming up empty handed.
"You/Stefan" snickers to himself. "You can tell this fair maiden all about your tragic love life AFTER I've got a drink in my hand." Winking at you, he adds beneath his breath, "For you'll certainly need one to dull the angst he'll pile on you...".
Loremaster Furion growls menacingly.
Sectavia purses her lips in thought, "I am certain I introduced myself but incase I am wrong, Sectavia, apprentice Cavalier in the making. .
"You/Stefan" sighs, slipping some money to Furion. "Leech," he says in a long-suffering tone.
You give one hundred gold coins to Loremaster Furion.
Loremaster Furion throws the gold back at Stefan.
Loremaster Furion says, "I don't want your pity, dwarf".
Stunted Stefan says, "Whisky. I don't want your stories without a few shots in me first".
Loremaster Furion mumbles some choice swear words.
"You/Stefan" chuckles. "You could tell the cavalier lass about Synalla!".
Loremaster Furion is obviously brightening as he says, "Now THAT'S a story!".
Sectavia says, "Who is Synalla?".
Loremaster Furion says, "A pity you were unconscious for most of it, my vertically challenged
friend".
Loremaster Furion lets out a sneaky little smirk.
"You/Stefan" tips the glass towards Sectavia in a toast. "To beauty," he says, winking, studiously
ignoring Furion.
You tip a clear glass towards your mouth hopefully.
You drink some whisky.
Sectavia lifts her glass in the toast, "To heroics," turning to Furion, "What shall you toast to?".
Loremaster Furion gives a cough.
Loremaster Furion says, "I'd really rather not, toast".
Loremaster Furion says, "I'm not a heavy drinker, to tell the truth".
Loremaster Furion's face has just gone a pretty shade of pink.
Sectavia takes a sip of whiskey.
A figure flits into view in the shadows of your mind.
Sectavia leans closer in to the boys, "Don't look now but the Rogue as returned." .
Loremaster Furion says, "However, I WILL tell you a story of one of the more... Interesting journeys that Stefan and myself have been on".
Sectavia nods to Furion, "Yes do, perhaps if we are in deep conversation he will ignore us."
Loremaster Furion chuckles long and heartily.
Loremaster Furion berates the rogue, thrusting him out of the room once again.
A shadowy figure melts away beyond the eye of your mind.
Loremaster Furion turns his gaze upon Sectavia as he launches into his narrative.
Sectavia tilts her head and listens intently to Loremaster Furion.
Loremaster Furion says, "It was quite some time ago and one day, after fighting off hordes of Mercinaen swine, we retired to a bar, as all war heroes tend to do".
Loremaster Furion says, "As we were deep in our cups, Synalla, the temptress demon decided to try and find some new victims".
Sectavia nods to Furion, "And all Mercinaens are swine?" .
Loremaster Furion grins broadly, and says with a roguish wink "This one was. She was cross-eyed and
flat-chested".
Sectavia shudders at the thought, "Oh my..." as she shakes her head in disbelief her gaze falls to Stefan, a look of surprise spreading. "Don't tell me Stefan and the cross-eye...".
Loremaster Furion says, "No. Thankfully, someone lit a torch in time to reveal her Parrian heritage".
"You/Stefan" snickers beneath his breath, taking another swig of whisky. "Saved by the light!" he says, his voice raised in mock exultation.
Loremaster Furion grins at you in an amiable manner.
Sectavia nods her head, "Sounds about right, sailors tend to not have much of a dating pool out on those boats, can get a bit... Inbred I would imagine.".
Loremaster Furion says, "So, we were well on our way to emptying out the stock room of the bar when the evil witch came to us".
Loremaster Furion says, "You must understand, she had adopted an illusion of beauty".
Loremaster Furion pauses slightly. "However, she was obviously nothing compared to you, young beauty".
Loremaster Furion winks at Sectavia.
"You/Stefan" narrows his eyes at Furion. "That's my line..." he mutters.
Sectavia smiles, amused, "Continue." .
Sectavia tilts her head and listens intently to Loremaster Furion.
Loremaster Furion ponders the problem for a moment.
"You/Stefan" snickers, staring at Furion. "Poor guy is a bit distraught, I think," he says with a chortle, watching his fellow loremaster blanch.
Stunted Stefan says, "He got the brunt of it, he did".
Sectavia says, "Distraught?".
Loremaster Furion mutters something about half-dwarf-half-Springdalians.
"You/Stefan" nods at you. "Aye," he clarifies. "See, she was a TEMPTRESS demon...".
Loremaster Furion sits at a stool, letting the short Loremaster continue where he left off.
"You/Stefan" grunts at his pal, shrugging. "And, in short, she wanted to tempt Furion. Drew him right into her net of beguilement, and nearly sucked his youth right out of him.".
Sectavia laughs loudly again, "Oh my, the youth out of him!".
"You/Stefan" shakes his head in dismay. "Furion was a Sorcerer then," he explains. "Between him and Sabrelon (I was, ah, occupied) they managed to fight her off, banishing her off to whatever hell she likes to frequent when she's not picking up naive young boys.".
"You/Stefan" smirks at Furion.
"You/Stefan" chuckles beneath his breath, adding in an afterthought, "I don't think he really learned his lesson, though. Seems drawn to beauty still, like a ranger to honey.".
Loremaster Furion sighs wistfully, sadly nodding. "Aye, it is one of my many, many weaknesses".
Sectavia giggles, "So Furion and the Parrian and who is the second now?".
Sectavia says, "Would that be the Kalista you mentioned that he asked that you never mention? ".
Sectavia smiles innocently at Furion.
"You/Stefan" chokes on his drink, coughing back a laugh.
Loremaster Furion scowls around the room darkly.
Sectavia looks down at your forgotten drink, taking a long sip, shuddering as it goes down.
Loremaster Furion says, "Well, Kalista. That's a whole 'nother horror story".
Loremaster Furion spits a tight ball of phlegm onto the ground.
"You/Stefan" thoughtfully swills the dregs of his drink around, saying slowly, "I tease him about it, but...well, if you'd spawned Chasity, I suppose you wouldn't want to recall the situation much, either.".
Loremaster Furion shudders at the mention of his estranged daughter.
Sectavia says, "I don't think I know Chasity, but it sounds like my sword will when I get one. ".
Sectavia looks around and sighs sadly, "Well gentleman, I appreciate your company but I think it is
time for me to depart, perhaps Kalista will be saved for another night." .
"You/Stefan" quickly sets his drink aside, scrambling off the barstool to bow low before you. "A pleasure to have met you and protected you, fair lady," he says gallantly.
Stunted Stefan says, "Ah, a gift, then, for you".
You let a copper longsword fall to the ground.
Stunted Stefan says, "Take the sword, fair maiden, and use it for great defence of our city!".
Sectavia covers her mouth with her hand and titters girlishly.
Sectavia bends over and picks up a copper longsword.
Sectavia says, "Oh it will".
Sectavia takes a few practice swings, taking in the weight. She looks over at Stefan with a look of
adoration, "You are today's hero in my journal!" .
You beam broadly.
Sectavia bends over and kisses the short man on the cheek. .
Sectavia says, "Thank you very much".
"You/Stefan" blushes beet red, sticking his tongue out at Furion.
Loremaster Furion grumbles angrily.
Sectavia grins broadly at Furion, "Thank you for the company and wonderful story." She leans over and kisses him on the cheek, "You might take a few lessons on heroism from your friend Stefan here." she teases, pecking him on the cheek.
Loremaster Furion's face has just gone a pretty shade of pink.
Sectavia gives a friendly wave.
Sectavia is taken by the hand by the messenger of the Gods, to be led from this land.
You glare at Loremaster Furion menacingly.
Stunted Stefan says, "She kissed ME first".
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And then, cause it made me laugh:
Loremaster Furion tells you, "That's totally a guy being a cockteasee".
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
Stunted Stefan says, "Totally".
