Plans for the Outpost and Town Council Opening – December 30 2017 Storyline Recap

Saturday Night in the Landing: The Baron Caulfield’s son, Breshon, is here and laid out a feast for everyone at the Outpost. Larsya drops by at the feast, still caught in her time-loop, and there are new candidates to fill a vacancy about to open up on the Landing Town Council. TownCrier Leafiara has the short version and the long one for us:

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Category: Towns
Topic: Wehnimer’s Landing

Date: 12/31/2017 02:55 AM CST

From: LEAFIARA

Subj: Plans for the Outpost and the Town Council (December 30 story recap)

Short version

* Breshon Caulfield himself lays out a feast for Landing adventurers before introducing himself, then asks for everyone else’s introductions and banters with them. He says that he’s here as acting commander for now, but the Northern Sentinel–Earl Jovery–is searching for a permanent commander in case he cannot reach Sir Thadston, from whom nothing has been heard.

* Breshon’s sister Larsya drops by to visit, but remains stuck reliving a small frame of time in which she discovers her magically rapidly-aged body. Adventurers extend their offer to find a cure and Breshon says that is why he is here, along with furthering trade and providing temporary stability for the Outpost.

* Afterward, it is announced that Town Council member Surofee will be stepping down mid-Lormestra to focus on the Wellington Home. The candidates for new Town Council members will be Larton, Edwina, Malluch Burdos, Alendrial DeArchon, Granthem, and Cutlass; a few nights of debates and questions will center around the candidates and then Mayor Cruxophim will appoint one to join the Council if approved by Judge Renpaw.

OOC note: More banter left in than usual tonight, as this is our introduction to a new character and it was a very casual night. I’d actually recommend reading it all if you have time (maybe wishful thinking this time of year!).

Log

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Imperial Feast ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The cold winds of winter blow through the area.

[Hendoran Outpost, Feast Hall]
A number of tables and chairs are set against the walls of the hall, waiting the next meal or well attended meeting. At the end of the hallway is a wide stairwell with two Imperial soldiers standing sentry at its base. Hendoran military banners decorate the stone walls along with flags of defeated enemies, a ragged Nalfein banner among them.

A Bourthian soldier walks by, briefly pausing, “Lord Breshon will be along momentarily, thank you for your patience.”

[lots of chatter]

There is some clanking of dishes and the shuffling of feet nearby.

[more chatter]

Puptilian asks, “Also, as this is supposed to be a Hendoran Outpost…did ANYONE confirm with the Earl that he agreed to have someone not of his territory to run this place?”

Puptilian raises an eyebrow.

Puptilian says, “So tired of not confirming such when it comes with the Empire and dealing with that mistake.”

Bristenn blandly corrects, “Hendoran, yes, but Earl Jovery is the Sentinel in the North. Riverwood is part of the north and subject to the Earl’s will militarily.”

Speaking to Bristenn, Puptilian says, “Ahh thank you for that. I thought Riverwood was outside the Earl’s area of influence.”

Some Bourthian soldiers arrive and set up a wooden table in the corner, then head off.

A young Bourthian soldier arrives, wearing a heavy grey fur-lined cloak. He loads some skewers of grillled manticore on the table, then heads off to the kitchen.

[people begin eating the grilled manticore]

The grey-cloaked man walks in again, placing a platter of turkey legs on the table, before heading back to the kitchen.

[people begin eating the turkey]

The grey-cloaked man arrives again, placing a plate of grilled corn ears and bowls of meaty dark stew on the table.

The grey-cloaked man arrives again, carrying more items, and slowly placing them on the table.

[people begin helping themselves to strawberries, wine, bread, coffee, and tea]

The grey-cloaked man returns, looks over the table some, and then walks to the head of the room and takes a seat at a table. He pushes back his cloak, revealing his studded dusty white leathers and his iron signet ring. “It seems you’ve already helped yourself. Good evening.”

Breshon smiles.

Madmountan chuckles.

Speaking to Breshon, Madmountan says, “Sorry.”

Breshon says, “It is quite alright. I understand the hour is late.”

Breshon says, “I’m still on Bourthian time.”

Breshon smirks.

Speaking to Breshon, Lylia says, “Your hospitality is finer than our manners, perhaps. Thank you for the banquet, and welcome.”

Lylia smiles at Breshon.

Breshon says, “Manners are at times overrated, and have started a war or two I’m sure of it.”

Breshon chuckles.

Breshon says, “If you have not helped yourself, please do.”

Ysharra says, “Thank you for including the strawberries. An unexpected treat this time of year.”

Breshon nods at Ysharra.

Breshon says, “Of course.”

Breshon rises back to his feet, and moves over to the food table.

Maylan pours herself a glass of dry white wine.

Maylan offers Breshon a glass of dry white wine.

Breshon says, “Ah, just what I was reaching for.”

Breshon nods at Maylan.

Breshon accepts Maylan’s dry white wine.

Maylan nods with satisfaction.

Breshon says, “You know me already.”

Breshon chuckles.

Maylan preens her wings.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Introductions ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Breshon says, “I’d ask for you all to introduce yourselves…but, well, yes. Why not.”

Breshon moves over to the end of the table again and sits.

Breshon sits down.

Cryheart says, “Greetings Lord Breshon…I am Sir Cryheart.”

Speaking drunkenly to Breshon, Maylan says, “Land Pirate Maylan.”

Speaking pleasantly to Breshon, Cruxophim introduces, “Mayor Cruxophim, at your service.”

Speaking to Breshon, Ysharra says, “Welcome to the wilderness, Lord Breshon.”

Speaking amusedly to Breshon, Cruxophim clarifies, “You can call me Crux.”

Speaking to Breshon, Evia says, “Dame Evia, of the Silver Gryphons, pleased to meet you.”

Arnylon says, “Arnylon, Scourge of Roltons and Ye Olde Keeper of the Mouldy Tomes.”

Breshon watches and listens intently to the faces, voices, and introductions.

Lylia quips, “Lylia Rashere Faendryl. You may call me Lylia Rashere Faendryl.”

Speaking roughly to Breshon, Roblar growls, “Roblar.”

Speaking to Breshon, Goldstr says, “I be Goldstr Aimright Guardian a folks.”

Lylia admits, “I do answer to Lylia as well.”

Lylia winks.

Speaking to Breshon, Ulkov says, “Ulkov Hallowblood. Relic Hunter, Harrier of the Vanguard, petter of floofy kittens.”

Maylan drunkenly says, “I only answer to Land Pirate.”

Speaking to Breshon, Kapik says, “Kapik but called kap by most.”

Speaking tentatively to Breshon, you greet, “Leafiara Autumnwind, local cleric and a TownCrier correspondent–that is, a reporter–in Wehnimer’s Landing.”

Speaking to Breshon, Evia says, “Sir Goldstr is a dart expert.”

Speaking to Breshon, Ysharra says, “I answer to Pest.”

Speaking quietly to Breshon, Pukk says, “I am Ardwen, merry met.”

Speaking to Breshon, Huebald says, “Huebard the Wandering Mystic…at your service.”

Ardwen glances at Pukk.

Bristenn clearly states, “Sir Bristenn Mires, and with me are Sir Mynon Felcroth and Hospitaller Dirra Crawfinn of Vornavis’s Order of the Azure Sun.”

Pukk touches one finger to his lips.

Speaking to Breshon, Madmountan says, “It doesn’t really matter who I am. I eat turkey and stuff.”

Lornieh bows her head slightly toward Breshon as she drops into a deep respectful curtsy before him.

Bristenn lifts his chin slightly toward Breshon and, in a display of solidarity, taps his fist against his steel field plate-and-mail twice in quick succession.

Speaking politely to Breshon, Florania introduces, “Florania. A humble bardess.”

Speaking softly to Breshon, Chaoswynd says, “Cay, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Breshon asks, “Ardwen, the renowned merchant and owner of half this region it seems?”

Lornieh says, “I am called Lornieh.”

Breshon peers quizzically at Pukk.

Breshon says, “Well met.”

Breshon nods at Pukk.

Pukk smiles.

Speaking to Breshon, Puptilian says, “Puptilian. A lowly ranger that lives in the Landing. Please simply call me Pup.”

Ardwen says, “Yer name is soon to be on a tombstone should you continue that nonsense.”

Ardwen nods at Pukk.

Dalabrac says, “Just Dalabrac…pleasure to meet you.”

Speaking to Breshon, Shinann says, “I am Shinann Autura of the Landing Militia.”

Speaking jokingly to Breshon, Cruxophim states, “My name is Puptilian, mayor and ranger extraordinaire. Do not mind the imposter in the corner… news travels slow.”

Cruxophim flashes a quick grin.

Puptilian rolls his eyes.

Pukk whispers to the group, “I hope everybody has noticed his very nice leathers and cloak.”

Breshon smiles at Puptilian.

Tunis says, “…Tunis, formerly of House Jakarta, and a ranger from around the way.”

J>look bres
You see Lord Breshon Caulfield.
He appears to be a Human from Bourth.
He is average height. He appears to be youthful. He has small midnight blue eyes and tanned skin. He has short, curly dark tawny hair worn in a ponytail. He has an angular face, a small nose and the faint shadow of scruff growing below his dimpled cheeks. He has a single hawk feather braided into the right side of his hair.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a glass of dry white wine in his right hand.
He is wearing a crystal amulet, a heavy grey fur-lined cloak, a slender black yew bow, some studded dusty white leathers, a black and white iron signet ring, an oiled grey leather back quiver, a pair of fitted black trousers, and some crisp black leather hunting boots.

Breshon says, “Ah, former Mayor. Well met Puptilian. My father spoke well of you.”

Breshon says, “We’ll need to hunt soon.”

Breshon nods at Puptilian.

Warclaidh says, “I am Warclaidh, I rent out larder room in Highguard.”

Roblar stands up.

Roblar frowns.

[Roll result: 87 (open d100: 22)]
Roblar clenches his right fist and brings his arm back for a roundhouse punch aimed at Warclaidh!
Warclaidh manages to deflect Roblar’s blow in the nick of time!

Speaking to Breshon, Puptilian says, “Many things to hunt in the area from common game up to large monsters. I’m sure we can find something to test your skills on.”

Breshon takes a drink from his dry white wine.

A fearsome snarl tears out of Roblar, who then sweeps the area with an intense glare.

Speaking heartily to Breshon, Chamorr says, “I am Lord Chamorr, Thane of Ord an Dragan, colonel in the drakes vanguard militia, and sceptic of anything imperial.”

[Roll result: 151 (open d100: 86)]
Roblar clenches his right fist and brings his arm back for a roundhouse punch aimed at Warclaidh!
Roblar’s punch catches Warclaidh square in the face! He reels backwards in pain and then falls to the ground!
…12 points of damage!

Breshon says, “Game, is preferred.”

Roblar loudly asks, “You do what?”

Breshon says, “We’ve enough monsters in the world without going out and looking for them.”

Roblar swears under his breath.

Speaking amusedly to Roblar, Cruxophim muses, “Are you two done?”

Roblar takes a bite of his dried strawberries.

Speaking amusedly to Breshon, you say, “Don’t mind them. We have… certain interesting customs around here.”

Arnylon says, “Always good to start a fight at a dinner.”

Lornieh says, “Wouldn’t be dinner with the Landing folks if there wasn’t a fist fight.”

Roblar mutters under his breath.

Roblar nods slowly at Cruxophim.

Roblar sits down next to a long wooden table.

Breshon takes a drink from his dry white wine.

Speaking to Breshon, Puptilian says, “With it being winter, deer and rabbit are plenty to find. Turkey has already migrated from the area but should be coming soon.”

Breshon says, “I am sorry I arrived sooner than I had sent word.”

Breshon says, “I didn’t care to alert your criminal elements or any Land Pirates of my arrival.”

Breshon winks at Maylan.

Breshon smirks.

Speaking drunkenly to Breshon, Maylan says, “Land Pirating is serious business.”

Breshon scratches at the shadow of scruff along his face.

Roblar glances at a glass of dry white wine on a long wooden table.

Roblar deeply asks, “Got any ale?”

Breshon asks, “How about pumpkin rum?”

Breshon peers quizzically at Roblar.

Roblar nods at Breshon.

Roblar deeply says, “Rum works.”

Breshon nods.

Breshon stands up.

Breshon says, “A moment.”

Breshon wanders off towards the kitchen.

Breshon returns, placing some rum on the table.

Roblar nods with satisfaction.

Breshon nods at Roblar.

Breshon indicates a mug of pumpkin rum as a possible option.

Roblar grins at Breshon.

Roblar deeply says, “We cud be friends.”

Breshon sits down.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chain of Command ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Speaking to Breshon, Goldstr asks, “If ye nar minds me askin Did ye ask fer dis post er was assigned?”

Speaking urgently to Breshon, you inquire, “A bit sudden, but have you heard about Larsya’s–condition?”

Speaking pleasantly to Breshon, Cruxophim agrees, “We were discussing such…. wondering from whom the decree came naming you the new Commander, yes? As Goldstr mentioned.”

Breshon glances over at you and winces.

Breshon says, “The Northern Sentinel is aware of my arrival, and is currently seeking a permanent new commander for the Outpost, should his letter not reach Sir Thadston.”

Breshon says, “By imperial politicals alone, my title and presence enable me as acting commander here.”

Stormyrain slowly asks, “Has there been word from Sir Thadston?”

Breshon says, “But I ensured all proper communication prior to just walking in and hanging new curtains.”

Breshon smirks.

Madmountan says, “Just make sure they match the drapes.”

Speaking drunkenly to Breshon, Maylan says, “I would not object to new curtains.”

Breshon says, “I have no word of Sir Thadston, but I also do not know the man at all.”

Speaking to Breshon, Arnylon asks, “So the first order of business was to make sure it was curtains for you?”

Alisaire says, “Curtains can be quite important.”

Stormyrain murmurs, “Pity. He is worth knowing.”

Alisaire says, “Who knows what one can hide behind them.”

Breshon says, “Curtains are tragic.”

Breshon says, “They obscure views of the world beyond, or hide secrets inside.”

Speaking to Breshon, Ysharra says, “I think you’re being a little harsh on the curtains.”

Breshon takes a drink from his dry white wine.

Speaking to Breshon, Alisaire says, “Yet they can also nicely frame a window to better showcase its view.”

Breshon begins chuckling at Ysharra!

Breshon says, “A bit.”

Speaking to Breshon, Ysharra says, “They’re just fabric, can’t blame them for their purpose, but those who use them for such.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sisterly Visit ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A tall Bourthian soldier just arrived!

Breshon furrows his brow.

Breshon turns an inquisitive ear toward a tall Bourthian soldier.

Breshon asks, “Yes?”

The soldier frowns, “She…she wanted to come, I’m sorry M’Lord.”

Breshon nods.

Breshon says, “Of course. You need not apologize…”

Speaking to Breshon, Goldstr asks, “Yer soldiers an da Hendor Knights at ease??”

Breshon says, “Please…let her in.”

Breshon nods at Goldstr.

Lady Larsya just arrived.

J>look lars
You see Lady Larsya Caulfield.
She appears to be a Human from Bourth.
She is short. She appears to be withered with age. She has very tired violet eyes and wrinkled skin. She has long and thin, frazzled bone white hair. She has a creased face, a splotch-marked nose and bent shoulders. Her back is gnarled, her form stooped over. Her scalp is spotted and discolored, haphazardly covered with clumps of frazzled white hair.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a midnight black eyepatch, a chipped glass vial, a delicate lagoon opal ring, a small rose, a lion skin quiver, a crystal amulet, a silk-lined white leather cloak, a mother-of-pearl clasp bathed in blue green lagoon opals, a thin gold-stringed white leather satchel, some supple dark leather hunts, a black and white iron signet ring, a small feed pouch, a narrow dark back sling, some slim dark leggings, a pair of brown suede knee-boots, and a curved elven-crafted wyrwood longbow.

Larsya blinks.

Larsya says, “People…people…”

Speaking to Larsya, Maylan exclaims, “YARRRRRRRRRRRR!”

Larsya says, “The mad earth man…never…never let me see people…”

Larsya beams happily at Maylan!

Breshon smiles at Larsya.

Breshon says, “It is good to see you again sister.”

Breshon smiles.

Larsya says, “It is good to see so many faces…I’ve been so lo….”

Larsya blinks.

Larsya exclaims, “I am the Black Pirate Larsya! Dreaded Scourge of the Seas!”

Larsya exclaims, “Argghhh!”

Speaking drunkenly to Larsya, Maylan exclaims, “A proper pirate with a proper eyepatch!”

Speaking to Larsya, Maylan exclaims, “Yarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Chamorr says, “Arrrrgh.”

Larsya exclaims, “Lay down yer weapons! Yer ship is ours!”

Breshon frowns.

Speaking drunkenly to Larsya, Maylan exclaims, “You’ll never take me alive!”

Larsya blinks.

Larsya says, “What…what happened to me…”

Larsya looks down at her wrinkled hands.

Larsya says, “What…what is this…”

Larsya blinks.

Larsya blinks.

Larsya exclaims, “I am the Black Pirate Larsya! Dreaded Scourge of the Seas!”

Speaking to Larsya, Mynon says, “It’s a long story.”

Larsya exclaims, “Argghhh!”

Larsya exclaims, “Lay down yer weapons! Yer ship is ours!”

Breshon nods to the Bourthian soldier.

The Bourthian soldier falls in beside Larsya, taking her arm gently, and leading her off. Outside in the hall, you hear her shout, “What…what is this….Argghh!! Lay down your weap…” and her voice trails off.

Breshon frowns.

Breshon says, “I am sorry. But I will not refuse her visit.”

Speaking seriously to Breshon, Cruxophim states, “We’ll continue to look for a way to remedy her condition, but I am not optimistic.”

Breshon nods at Cruxophim.

Breshon says, “That is why I am here.”

Stormyrain murmurs, “For those who did not know her before, she is struck with a curse that traps her in that body, and in a small loop of time..in reality she’s no more than 15? 16? turns of a calendar.”

Breshon says, “Some stability for the Outpost, until a replacement. A cure for my sister, and furthering our peoples trade.”

Speaking politely to Breshon, Cruxophim apologizes, “Lord Caulfield… thank you for the invitation, and the camaraderie. I apologize for the brisk exit, but I’m afraid I have some urgent business to attend to of my own. I look forward to a peaceful accord in future, and I hope everyone enjoys the fellowship.”

Speaking to Stormyrain, Puptilian asks, “And has a wonderful wolf. What was her name?”

Puptilian ponders.

You say, “Dawn, I believe.”

Puptilian says, “That is it.”

Breshon nods at Cruxophim.

Cruxophim jokingly suggests, “Do eat all of their food, if you can.”

Breshon says, “Well met Mayor, and thank you for attending.”

Cruxophim appears to be struggling to keep a straight face as he glances at Breshon.

Speaking politely to Breshon, Cruxophim assures, “The honor is mine.”

Cruxophim turns to Breshon and bows low, spreading his wings for all to see.

Cruxophim affably wishes, “Fair eve, all.”

Cruxophim looks as though he might scream, but instead of a scream, writhing tendrils of shadow pour forth from his mouth! They cover Cruxophim completely before suddenly fading into the surrounding shadows!

Speaking sincerely to Breshon, Maylan says, “Many here would be glad to assist with finding a cure for your sister. She is dear to us.”

Breshon nods at Maylan.

Breshon says, “I expect nothing less.”

Breshon says, “I know very little of that field, if you will.”

Speaking to Breshon, Puptilian says, “Your sister did find an animal companion before her….condition. The wolf’s name is Dawn and still about. My own friend Aatu runs with her to keep her company until the two can be reunited. Maybe bringing your sister out to meet the wolf may help some.”

Breshon nods at Puptilian.

Breshon says, “A good thought. I will arrange it.”

A town crier shouts in the distance, “A new position in the Town Council of Wehnimer’s Landing will become available next month! The candidates have come forward and will be announced outside of Moot Hall in ten minutes!”

Breshon smiles.

Xorus says, “I am Lord Xorus Kul’shin, the Mayor’s advisor on magic and the esoteric, at least until the next election. I am not yet familiar with the details of her affliction.”

Breshon says, “That crier’s voice does carry far.”

Breshon takes a drink from his dry white wine.

Breshon nods at Xorus.

Breshon says, “It is all well then, indeed. The hour is late, even later on Bourthian time.”

Breshon says, “I want to thank you all for joining me tonight.”

Breshon says, “We’ll see more of each other quite often I am sure as we work on some mutual goals.”

Breshon stands up.

Speaking formally to Breshon, Bristenn offers, “Your cousins in Vornavis welcome you, and thank you for the hospitality, Lord Caulfield.”

Breshon bows to Bristenn.

Breshon says, “Thank you Sir Bristenn.”

Breshon says, “Goodnight to you all.”

Breshon bows.

Breshon waves.

Lord Breshon just climbed up a wide stairwell.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Council Candidates ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

[Town Square, East]
Here in the center of a broad plaza near the commercial area of the bazaar stands the impressive facade of the slate-roofed Moot Hall, where the citizens of Wehnimer’s Landing hold various official, religious and social functions. Facing the square are some of the town’s more prosperous shops, still doing business with the many customers who still frequent the streets at night. You also see a festive town clerk, a mound of snow, a dark green wreath interwoven with glistening black roots hanging from the doors of Moot Hall and a large purple wooden barrel.

A town crier shouts in the distance, “A new position in the Town Council of Wehnimer’s Landing will become available next month! The candidates have come forward and will be announced outside of Moot Hall in five minutes!”

A town crier shouts in the distance, “A new position in the Town Council of Wehnimer’s Landing will become available next month! The candidates have come forward and will be announced outside of Moot Hall in 1 minute!”

The town clerk clears his throat, takes a drink of water, and smiles.

The town clerk says, “Good evening one and all!”

The town clerk says, “It is good to see an old mayor, a new mayor, many smiling faces, and Alasatia…hey baby…”

Alasatia gazes with a bemused expression at her surroundings.

Alasatia buries her face in her hands.

The town clerk says, “At long Alasatia…we’ll be together…”

The clerk winks.

Alasatia casually glances at Melivn.

Melivn glances at a festive town clerk.

Speaking to Melivn, Alasatia murmurs, “No murdering in town, dear.”

The town clerk says, “After the turn of the new year…”

The town clerk says, “By mid-Lormestra, Surofee will be stepping down from the Town Council to focus entirely on her work with the children of the Wellington Home.”

The town clerk says, “A handful of candidates have come forward, and some selected to run for Town Council. There will be a few nights of debates and questions, and perhaps some other events, and then Mayor Cruxophim will be allowed to appoint one of the candidates, and if approved by Judge Renpaw, they will join the Council.”

The town clerk says, “I shall announce the candidates now, and then announce further details about each of them, probably in the coming days.”

The town clerk steps closer to Alasatia.

Melivn glances at a festive town clerk.

Melivn holds up his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point. Inky black lines appear in the air hovering over his hand, and you feel a distinct pull of air towards this point. The sound of reality and time being torn echoes out from his palm as a rippling black void slowly opens. The miniature fissure begins to feed on the air around you.

Alasatia arches a skeptical eyebrow as she takes in her surroundings.

Melivn shows a festive town clerk his black void.

Alasatia glances at a festive town clerk.

Speaking to a festive town clerk, Alasatia says, “Careful now.”

Alasatia glances between Melivn and a festive town clerk.

The town clerk says, “The candidates for Town Council are: Larton, Edwina, Malluch Burdos, Alendrial DeArchon, Granthem, and Cutlass.”

The town clerk winks at Alasatia, “Your drink is as divine as you M’Lady. I’ve agave have you.” He winks and runs off.

Speaking to Alasatia, Ysharra says, “He’s not wrong.”

Alasatia stares off into space.

Speaking fondly to Alasatia, Katiesa says, “Winning hearts and souls wherever you go, sweetness.”

Alasatia says, “I mean, I know, but.”

Alasatia runs the back of her hand along her neckline and dramatically flips red hair off of her shoulders.

Speaking to Alasatia, Melivn says, “I have a really nice sack you can wear to these events for next time.”

Alasatia grins at Melivn.

Alasatia gives Melivn a lingering kiss on the cheek.

The clerk runs back in and shouts, “Happy Lornon’s Eve everyone!!!”

The clerk indicates a sprig of mistletoe hanging from his belt, winks at Alasatia, ducks, and runs off into the night!

Alasatia shakes her head, totally at a loss.