Post by nairneadair on Jan 16, 2009 13:04:20 GMT -6
Nairne: Evening had come, the streets quieting down, as Nairne had finally made her way back to the Lily. After her earlier encounter in the marketplace, she'd decided to avoid coming home a bit longer, and had spent the day shopping for herbs...among other things. The basket was heavy in her hands and she carried, precariously, two boxes under her arms, as she made for the doorway of the building itself. Inside light came from the windows, tempting one with the warmth waiting within after the cold without. Tapping the door with the sole of her foot, she readjusted her belongings, and finally Gerda opened the door. Seeing Nairne outside and weighed down, the elderly housekeeper took a box or two then helped her inside. "Oh, Gerda, it is quite cold this winter. I am tempted to huddle under my blankets for days!" The sound of laughter drifted from upstairs and the living area, the other courtesans and even patrons, as the elderly housekeeper shook her head, and took the boxes upstairs along with the basket.
Moira: Moira had a long talk with Shaden and she had just been returning to the Lily after gathering the very few things she owned. all of which she was actually able to carry, she owned a pathetically small amount of anything and managing to slip unseen in the door right after Nairne and making sure the door did fall closed behind her. Yet, once inside, she paused. She had no idea which room to occupy, or worse yet, where the rooms were, nothing. Damnit all, she would have to ask and she hated having to ask people for help with anything but it was that or stand at the door like a moron all night looking like a fool. So she followed the line of the housekeeper and Nairne up the steps, falling in place like she knew exactly what she was doing, easy enough to fake it until she hit the landing and then she would be lost again but she'd worry over that on a few moments.
Balian: The day was nearly spent and after a long days ride the Lord Marshall of Turas Lan found himself barely able to keep his eyes to the trail. The faint light in the distance coming from the Gilded Lily had caught his eye and so he nudged his heels back into the flanks of the beast and galloped. Dismounting carefully so not to rip open any of his stiches. Soon enough his palm came to the door of the Lily, brushing it open to bring himself into the failing light. He gently closed the door behind himself and took a few steps further into the warmth, clasping his fingers together before himself while his blues drift along the establishment. This indeed was the first time he had been here, though hes heard of this place in passing from a few of his men. It was a place to get warm for a while and that was enough as far as he seen it.
Nairne: "Gerda, do you think I could have a warm drink? Apple Cider? I do not think I'll take it in my room though. Perhaps in the other sitting room downstairs..." The one where all the other girls weren't. Nairne was still a bit standoffish of them. Gerda gave a nod, stating simply,"Of course, Sweet One." Smiling at the endearing nickname, Nairne turned around to head back downstairs and collided with Moira! "Oh!" Considering they were on the steps she immediately reached out with a gloved hand to grip the girl's arm and save her a tumble down the steps. Those were not the kind to be found in the Lily! "Oh, I did not see you! I nearly broke your neck!" Shaking her head, clucking like a Mother Hen, Nairne noticed Gerda skirt around them upon hearing the door click. The old woman hurried downstairs, spry for her age, to greet the gentleman,"Evening sir, welcome to the Lily. Can I take your cloak? Would you like a warm drink?"
Moira: And she dropped most of the things she was carrying, mostly clothing though a scant few clothes at that, over the rail of the steps to have the pile rain down in front of Balian, Moira almost joining the clothes on their decent down those steps if it were not for Nairne grabbing onto her and righting her so her balance was not lost. Glancing over her shoulder, then back, she chuckled. "I would blame the fall were my neck broken before I would blame you, Nairne. Now you get to help me fetch it all again and perhaps you can tell me what Shaden didn't.. what room I can make use of?" She started to pick up clothes, a few from the steps and trailing them down to the bottom once again, slowly. Stopping in front of Balian who had some clothes on his head.. oops. "Sorry, could I.. uh.. get those from you?" Pointing to some cotton 'unmentionables' right over his shoulder. Heh, oops.
Balian: The commotion had his left hand instinctively slap against his pommel before his brow would lift just in time to have some of those articles of clothing land on him. He tilt his head just a little before he would blink and nod. "Aye....If you would be so kind?" Meaning the unmentionables that is. His attention then swept toward the other speaking to him. He dipped his chin politely before he straightened back to his broad frame. "A drink would be nice, something dark and with attitude would suffice.. .I should hold onto the cloak a while.. till I'm warmed."
Alendral: Alendral emerged from Kendrew's 'temporary' quarters a short time later, looking considerably more vexed then he had coming in. Seems the Isle had no plans on making life terribly eaisier, all things considered. The usually animated Magician was looking rather dour, and saw only one way to soothe his own frustrations--he just had to figure out where the hell he could get it. So it was that Alendral--as usual, in all manners of finery, with a deep blue vest all to suggest the manners of someone who fraternized in high society as opposed to skulking about in shadow begrudgingly made his way to the commons, with all the suggestion of a man very much on a mission to drink, and woe be anyone that went to stand in the way of it. If he didn't know any better, he might have even asked how things could get any worse...
Nairne: Releasing her once she was steady, Nairne laughed softly, indigo eyes peeking over the railing as they moved down toward the man with Moira's clothes. "That is one trick to attempt to catch a man. Though a net would be more effective, no?" Grinning softly, Nairne rounded to the bottom, letting Moira go first, and took the clothes the girl held already. That way she could get the others from the gentleman. She did not recognize him, to be honest. Gerda gave a nod,"Of course, sir. Nairne, dearest, why don't you see to getting the gentleman to a fire? Oh, Sir Alendral, would you like a drink as well?" The woman seemed to know everything that went on and to read minds! She would wait for an answer then head off to get them. Nairne turned to Balian, motioning toward the sitting room she was going to inhabit, where a fire was lit, even as indigo eyes went to the dour magician curiously.
Moira: Moira allowed the clothes she held to be taken from her. Giving Balian a half grin as she reached up and plucked the clothes that had landed on his shoulder off and bunching them up into a wad to stuff into her cloak with a chuckle. "Really, I'm sorry about that." Though it was Nairne's fault! A couple more items were on the floor and she kicked everything into a pile and picked up what was left. Glancing behind and around Balian to make sure there was nothing more and when she saw there wasn't she moved back, getting out of his way to let him pass and turning to eye Nairne, still grinning. "See what you did!" She shook her head, not the best thing to have happen on the first night she was here.
Balian: He smiled politely toward Moira and dipped his chin before following the gesture from Nairne and made way toward the warmth of the fire, settling into a chair with an unseen grimace swallowed behind the pale emotionless expression.
"Nairne is it?... That is an interesting name, I dont believe I have heard it before." Hearing the arrival of another Balian's attention had shift to find Alendral making his way in. There was a look on a man he knew all to well. "If Master Alendral is drinking.. ..His drink is on me." He leaned back in that chair just a bit more, bringing his free right hand under the fine fabric of the pale cloak to rest against the unseen bandage. "I never did get the opportunity to thank you." If it werent for the good fortune of Alendral and Lady Claramae finding him that night he wouldnt have made it. That much he was sure of.
Alendral: "God, Brandy, please." What would have come off as rather authoratitive was touched with enough desperation to take the sting out of it. Stepping cooly into the common room when who should speak but the Lord Windsor, offering drinks no less. Which was a surprise even to him--but then, soldier types refused to sit still. He smiled, genuine but more tired than he would have liked and nodded his head. "Lord Windsor. Good to see you looking better." The usual slip of speaking his actual involvement was passed--given these were Shaden's subordinates, he figured he could trust most of them enough. "Ah, well, in your defense you were half-asleep at the time." Half-dead, in fact, but he wasn't going to actually remind him of such a fact. "Think nothing of it. I am glad to see that you have recovered." He took a bow before finding another seat to practically throw himself in. Perhaps now might be a time to shed some light on it.
Nairne: Laughing at Moira, she raised a brow,"I am not to blame. You did that on purpose. Already learning the ways to snare a man!" Giggling, Nairne looked at Alendral, and murmured,"Come and join us near the fire, sir?" It made sense. Plus the main sitting room was alive with so much noise right now that Nairne could have plugged her ears! Looking at the clothes in her and Moira's hand, she called for the assistant housekeeper and stated simply,"Put it all in the room next to mine, please. That will be Moira's. Who is to be your mentor?" The question was asked as she led the men to be seated. A smile was given at the mention of her name,"Aye, a Scottish name. I was born in Scotland. This is Moira. What is yours? I did not catch it..." Indigo eyes went to Alendral, letting it be known the question was for both.
Moira: "I wasn't." She chuckled and handed off all the clothes to whomever that person was that came to fetch them from her. Brushing her hands off and giving Nairne a half grin. "I did not, it was no tactic." Moira would simply trail along after Nairne to wherver she went. To answer the question of who was her mentor she nodded to Nairne. "You. Happy day, is it not?" She chuckled once more then moved to an empty seat and lower into it, at least she didn't have to take the stairs again, Nairne might try to shove her again, remove competition, she'd have to watch her for that! Not that Moira believed that, but it would still be something she would use to pick on Nairne every now and again, or every day even, it'd depend on her mood really.
Balian: It was not the first time Balian was flirting with death nor likely to be the last. Though not reminding him of the fact was appreciated. Soldiers accepted death long ago, or at least the good ones do. But the good ones also believed themselves tools of death either way. "I'm healing well my friend.. And you can imagine.. ..I wouldnt mind a chance at round two." He licked his lips before his attention was drawn back toward Nairne. He smiled faintly and nodded. "Scottish, well that makes sense." He then nodded toward Moira with that same smile before his blues drift back between them. "I am Balian, it's an honor to meet you both."
Alendral: "Alendral Sorschal." He flashed her a hint of showman's smile, ambling his way over to the lot of them, if that it allowed him to pleasantly distract himself with female company as much as discuss what needed to be discussed with Balian. At the soldier's want for another go with the would-be Assassin, Alendral grinned positively rogueishly. "Get a chance at that I imagine." He'd wait till they were in a place more private before he gave him the details of just who he might be up against. The particular man in question was known to be quite relentless. He would not take the news that his target had survived particularly well. but that was another matter. Until that private moment, he'd distract himself by watching the two girls little game with no attempt to hide his enjoyment.
Nairne: Nairne took a seat near Moira, allowing the two men to converse briefly, grinning at the young woman. "I? Oh that is wonderful! I can teach you to be awful to eliminate my competition." A playful sparkle was in her indigo eyes and she stripped her gloves as Gerda came back in with a tray. Drinks were passed, one to Balian, something as strong as Alendral's, and then one to the latter himself. The girls were both given Apple Cider. "I hope you do like it, miss. I did not think to ask what you wished. If you have need of me I'll be in the kitchen." And the woman was off again. Nairne smiled at Balian,"Aye, Scottish names are clear as they are never easy to pronounce." A polite nod of head, as she laid her gloves aside,"A pleasure to meet you Sir Balian and Sir Alendral. What brings you both to the Lily this eve?"
Moira: She took the drink handed to her and sipped it, eyeing Nairne over the rim of the glass, the drink then lowered she smirked. "You needn't teach me anything, just give me a good shove down the stairs." That was going to become an old joke fast, especially with how Moira was allready kicking it as though it were a dead horse. Then as questions passed to the men she took up her drink again, there was little she could offer this night, being as new as she was so she would concentrate more on watching, observing, and learning, that was the best way to go about just about anything she always figured. And Moira was grand at playing the fly on the wall.
Balian: He accepted the drink and with a lift of the glass in thanks to the server he brought the brim to his lips for the first taste. He rested the glass back against his thigh and with a soft exhale while he gave Moira a quick glance. "And what of you Moira.. are you Scottish as well?" Balian was rather naive at times, he was extremely intelligent and a strategist for most things in his life but he hadnt quite put together exactly what the Gilded Lily really was. "My family is descendants of England.. but the last four generations were born and served Jerusalem." His attention had shifted once more back toward Alendral. "..What can you tell me of the one so interested in my health benefits?"
Alendral: "I was here seeing the lovely lady Darling." a bold face lie, and a bad one considering she wasn't at the house at the moment, but it was convincing enough to people around him to let it pass, taking on a momentairly stupid smile long enough to turn back to Balian, hesitating for a time. "Uh yes, the Hungarian. " He hesitated a moment, leaning in to drop his voice subtly, so the drone of other voices would drown out the words. "Hungarian, By the name of Daniel Kryptmann. " the last name probably an alias, but illustrated the point well enough. "Bit of a ruthless sort. A tad straightforward in his style but no less effective for it." He frowned at the thought of it, the name apparently bringing some burden on the Spies shoulders along with it, though he hid it particularly well. "The blade was his. I... recognized it from description." Another lie. "Doubtless he'll strike again, noce he learns of your survival. I have others in place, watching, but so far have turned up nothing."
Nairne: "Oh, were you? Ursula." A statement, for Moira. Nairne did not know what to make of her. She was a bit annoying. The fact that she also was snagging men made it hard to be agreeable with her as well. Ah well, life was life. Nairne's face never changed from the friendly expression as she listened to Balian. "That is quite a family line. Mine is purely from Scotland I hear. A tad bit boring, no?" Sipping her cider, not even noticing the whispered behavior, she looked at Moira. "Do you like the cider? Oh, and are you hungry? I forgot to ask!"
Moira: "No, I came here from England. My great great grandparents were Scots but I never learned much about them before I left and came here." She had a suppressing home life, years ago she had decided it was time to get out and she never looked back, not once, not even when she likely should have and as the men began speaking in hushed tones once more her attention diverted to Nairne once more. "Shaden fed me, but thank you for asking. And who.. is Ursula?" If she was someone here, someone she ought to know, she might as well figure out now who was who and what was what and Nairne was the one appointed to teach her of it all.
Balian: He nodded listening intently to Alendral while he laid out the information before him. Balaian managed to keep his own deep tone low by some act of God to keep the conversation between them. "Is there a reason he's being allowed to live?" His brow lift slightly at his own question, Balian knew well enough sometimes politics got in the way of a soldiers purpose. "Men like this hungarian, can be of no benefit still breathing from where I sit." Once Moira began speaking Balians blues drift back toward her with a faint smile and then once more toward Nairne. "Boring? Only if you think it so miss."
Danae: Danae didn't like the idea of coming to a place like this. Places like these were nonsense in her mind. The only reason she entered was to locate a couple of her men, knowing they had to be here somewhere. Boys would be boys and though Danae would rather them keep their earnings and spend it on something better, they were men and made thier own decisions when it came to things like this. Her commanding only went so far, this is one of the few places it stopped. The tall Greek warrior stepped in, surrounded by layers of clothing, a cloak and fur. Imagine this, a woman of the earth in some fancy establishment for proper Ladies. That had to be a sight... right? Copper skinned gleamed in the lights of the place while eyes quickly began to scan for signs of the two she knew would be here. Not looking to any of the employees for assistance, more the type to do things on her own and get out.
Alendral: "Because we can't find him." He replied bluntly. "He's no amatuer. Soon as he thought the job over he's disapperaed... I do apologize. I did not mean 'watching him' literally. Spies utilize certain avenues but I'll.. be blunt. If he were the kind of man to be discovered that easily he wouldn't have disappeared in the first place. Rest assured, he will appear, and when he does he will be trapped. we have the advantage, now, we know who he is. Without masks, all spies are defenseless. No attack will befall you before than. You have my word." a word, admittedly, he hoped he could keep, but it would do no good at all for a general to be looking over his shoulder more then was strictly neccessary. Feeling the need to play into his cover, the Magician grew slightly more boisterous. "Ursula Darling, a lady of some refinement, might I add. " Of course, perhaps in this case ALendral hadn't realized that annoucing himself as Ursula's 'client' could lead to some trouble later, but for now, he'd take advantage the excuse provided for him to frequent such a place (and despite Danae's admittedly accurate assessment of Alendral's character, it wasn't quite what she thought).
Nairne "Ursula is another of the courtesans." Simple statement, not overly loud though not whispered, and Nairne thought nothing of stating such. Smiling at Balian, indigo eyes filled with laughter, she wrinkled her nose,"All we Scots have to make life unboring are clan feuds!" A hand brushed a sable curl off her cheek, to let it rest upon her shoulder, and she resisted a sharp retort at Alendral's words. Refinement my arse!, she thought silently to herself. "Indeed Ursula is quite talented." A new arrival never went without notice in the Lily! Gerda, head housekeeper, had exceptional hearing! The older lady was out of the kitchen not long after the door closed,"Can I help you, miss?" She did not seem to be here for entertainment, but seemed to be perusing for...someone?
Moira: Tension in the air, she could feel it, anytime the woman Ursula was spoken of. Moira was in between asking more of this unknown woman and shutting her mouth. She didn't want to cause anymore of that felt tension but it was arousing her curiosity to no end. Her gaze did shift between Nairne and Alendral, deciding to keep silent for now, offering just a faint nod and doing her part in letting the whole topic drop. Back to mere observation she did slip.
Balian: Balian did nod toward Alendral, coiling his fingers back to grip the glass once more bringing it to his lips for a taste. "I don't worry of myself so much as I do the people I care for or the people I'm charged to protect. ...If me or my Riders can be of any assistance.. .Know that you have it." The Hungarian's disappearance didn't seem to surprise Balian the man was a coward and Balian would look down on his corpse and smile if he did make a second attempt at him. The odds have changed now that they know who the man in and he trusted Alendral and his agents would see things through. He turned his attention back toward Nairne for a soft chuckle before he caught sight of the Greek Commander making her way in. He smiled politely and offered a wave from his cozy seat before the fire. "Good evening Commander Danae."
Danae: Dark brows arched as she did spy two familar men. One whom she knew on the battlefield, the other... just by happenstance. Danae thought this was a place for single and unattached men, so naturally seeing Turas Lans Lord Marshal here came a bit as a shock to her. However, it was none of her business on why he was here or who he was seeing. Though the man next to him however, well, that was differnt. She half expected him to be in a place such as this. When Gerda came to her and asked if she needed anything, Danae simply gave a shake of her head. "No, I'm here seeking out my men, I'll wait a time for them to emerge and I'll be on my way. Thank you." She said before turning her gaze to the men. As she did, she noticed two other females. Not knowing if they were guests or employees, she gave a nod just the same before moving closer to the men. "Evening Lord Marshal." Said with a polite smile. Eyes drifted to Alendral and she smirked. Full lips parted as a sarcastic tone laced her words. "I never imagined seeing you in a place like this. Grew tired of chasing me I see... and here I was told, you never give up." She sniffed and glanced over her shoulder before looking back to the men. "So, whats on tonight agenda gentleman? Who's out for blood and why?" There was no getting anything past this one.
Alendral: "And who's to say I have? Perhaps I merely came here to better understand a woman's heart. " He grinned wolfishly at the bait and rose his eyebrows. "Far more important than that however, do I detect a hint of jealousy Lady Galanos , hmm? Say but a word and I shall almost assuredly redouble my efforts." she did ask for it after all. smirking lightly as he leaned comfortably, deflecting the quesiton with practiced effeciency. Past a certain point, he simply wouldn't discuss it in public. Too much chance of it being picked up. "Oh you know, the usual. Vagabonds, thieves and brigands and the like. Lord Windsor was just telling me some old war stories. Thrilling tales and that sort. The man should consider a profession of it. Quite the grippping tale, all heroics and fair maidens, chivalry and the like." All bold-faced lies, all which carried an undercurrent of not here. He smiled, perfectly pleasantly and took a hearty swig of Brandy. Of all his time spent in Skye, the only person he'd met capable of being discreet was the bloody Courtesan.
Nairne: Oh God, it was too much! The words of Alendral to the new arrival had a snort of disbelief coming from her. Shaking her head, she stated teasingly,"Men do not come here to understand a woman's heart. They come here to understand something a bit farther down." Gerda gave Nairne a stern look then turned to Danae,"A drink while you wait? You can join them here by the fire if you wish." If Danae wished one or not, Gerda would then head off to get it. Nairne looked between Alendral and the woman curiously a moment,"If you two need it I'm sure to have something that will...heat matters up." Teasing? Perhaps. Indigo eyes glanced at Moira, wondering if she was well, as she'd been quiet, and back to the others.
Balian: All the sudden talk of here had Balians brows lifting. Oh well now things made sense. He chuckled softly and shook his head at the thought. Not that he was the sort to really care what others thought. Anyone who knew the man knew he wasn't the sort either way. Then once the conversation between the Commander and Alendral stirred up Balian set his drink aside, carefully setting a stack of coin as payment for the drinks beside it before he would force his battered body to stand with a hard breath. "I should retire for the evening.. .. It was nice meeting the lot of you." He bowed his head to the gathering and made his way back out the doors.
Danae: "Her heart? Are you sure Alendral?"She asked with a grin. "I hardly think this the place to learn more about a woman's heart than what's between her legs." She then laughed. "Jealousy? I hardly think that...and when I think you ready for a real woman, there will be no need for chasing me. I'll come to you." She puckered her lips and blew a kiss to him. Oh boy, she was on it tonight it seemed. When Gerda asked if she'd like a drink, Danae thought it over a moment. "Please... I'll have whatever these fine men here suggest, whom ever speaks up first of course." Attention returned to the two males and blue eyes watched as the Lord Marshal stood. "Leaving us so soon Lord Marshal?" The man spoke, making his need to leave known. "Good night to you as well... be safe." She added as she watched him leave. She then looked back to Alendral, her icy blue hues scrutinizing him, knowing full well all he had said prior to her inquiry of the nights agenda was lies. However, she'd not bring any more attention to it and gave a shrug of her shoulders. "I find your reply to my question hard to believe, but so be it. I'll not demand anymore than what you're willing to give."
Alendral: With no real way to retort to it without losing face, he was forced to take the high road of defeat with a smirk and take another swig, no doubt nurisng another thought about subtley with some measure of bemusement. "Brandy for the lady than." and hope she wasn't one for such a thing so he could take a measure of revenge. "And see? These are things I need to learn. Coming here turned to be informative after all!" When all else fails you, depricating humor works. With a relished sigh, he set the glass down and let his mind drift a little. All well and good this might be, but he was putting off business in doing so. It hardly seemed to be the time for taking of pleasant conversation, what little enjoyment he could take to the contary. He barely even noticed the inscrutable expression that took on his face a moment, dismissed just as quickly.
Nairne: Brows raising in curiousity, Nairne watched Gerda leave to go fetch some Brandy for the lady and observed the more. A warm smile was given and a nod of farewell as Sir Balian departed. A sip of her cider was taken as an idle thought crossed her mind. Was that guest bedroom still occupied? Oh God, she hoped not. Perhaps they had gone home! Ah well. Nairne whispered to Moira,"Taking pointers? Perhaps we will try them on Sir Lucius when he comes to visit hmm?" That impish light came back to her fair face, lighting it up, and she peeked over at Alendral. "Or perhaps on him? Steal him from Ursula for ourselves."
Moira: She was amazed at how much she could learn sitting here amid only a few people. She picked up on so much, but she never spoke a word through it all until now. "Nairne, you mentioned food earlier, think I can still get some?" Did the kitchen close? She didn't know, all she did know was that she needed to stand, her rear end was going numb from sitting in the chair for so long without hardly moving the entire time. Time for her to stretch her legs out some, along with her back and feed herself. Mmhmm, a few birds with one stone, she's also be able to escape the tension she still felt in here, it was getting thicker by the moment.
Danae: Danae continued to just smile, the look was an innocent one, the meaning behind it? Well, wouldn't some people like to know. She nodded as Alendral suggested Brandy, something she wasn't use to. The ranger had it on a couple of occasions but never consumed a large maount of it. IF he succeeded in getting Danae intoxicated, only then would he possibly get the upper hand. The copper skinned woman began to remove her fur and cloak, tossing it over a nearby chair. Revealing to those surrounding her, the earthy tones of her clothing. Few weapons strapped to her being, the scimitar on her hip, the katar on her thigh and the secretly hidden dagger somewhere on this fine specimen of a warrior. With each getting a little adjustment, she cast her eyes to Alendral once more. Her head tilted to one side as she studied him silently in his lonley moment. Quietly she spoke. "What is it Alendral? What's troubling you?"
Alendral: "Wrong, wrong? Nothing wrong." a lie, and also unfortunately typical. It woudln't do her any favors and he knew it, but, a particular dark part of her realized that, in any friendship with him, she was going to have to get used to it. There was a lot on his mind, and to give anyone the impression of just in what kind of straits he felt Skye were in, in the open? Well, he couldn't reconcile that. Clearing his throat a little bit, he sat his drink down and rose to his feet, adjusting his sleeves, a clear habit based on his performing days. "I had just remembered, I left some business unattended--I told my assistant. "Whom, he had not, in fact, seen in several months, much to his personal chagrin, but then who could blame her? "That I'd bring back some of the re-done costume work, and seeing I just lost all track of time, I should probably return. We'll talk later, lady Galanos. Ladies, pleasure as always." He grinned then and made a bit of a theatrical bow before making to step from the doorway, and to his credit, he didn't show a sign of any more trouble 'till he was well enough alone.
Nairne: "Oh the kitchen never closes." About that time Gerda returned with Danae's glass of Brandy and in a motherly way ushered Moira toward the kitchen. "A bit of food then to bed with you." Nairne laughed softly, watching Alendral rise to leave, and raised a brow. Rising herself, she sidled toward him, to purposely brush closely past him to get to the hall. A bat of lashes, indigo eyes on his own gaze, she stated, and even let Danae hear,"My door is always open if you wish a woman with true...talent. Good night, Sir Alendral." A nod to the lady and off Nairne went to go retire to her room. To sleep, perhaps.
Danae: The Greek woman gave him that look of warning. "Don't think you're getting off that easily. Go for now, but know I'll be catching up with you later." She replied back as she watched him now stand and prepare to leave. Those icy blue hues wouldn't leave his form until the very last moment. Suddenly, she didn't wish for the brandy and retrieved the coins necessary for payment of an unconsumed beverage and the trouble one had gone through in getting it. Cloak and fur was gathered, pulled around her, and as she watched the courtesan work her magic... if one wanted to call it that, she gave a roll of her eyes. In Danae's opinion, a woman with talent wouldn't have the need to flaunt it so openly. Coin was given to Gerda and after everyone departed, Danae would as well. The men she came in search for, she'd find them come sunrise.
Moira: Moira went with the housekeeper, for some reason she could not keep the woman's name placed in the front of her head and it was driving her insane. Perhaps tomorrow she'd have enough of her senses about her to recall the name of the woman. Allowing herself to be led to the kitchen to be watched over while she ate and even taken to her room and put to bed like a child, though it was possibly a good thing, she wouldn't have known which room was for her use otherwise. At some point in all that she did manage to bid Nairne a good night, she would find her, the mentor of Moira's now, tomorrow and start questioning her or to be started in her teachings, whatever would come first.
Moira: Moira had a long talk with Shaden and she had just been returning to the Lily after gathering the very few things she owned. all of which she was actually able to carry, she owned a pathetically small amount of anything and managing to slip unseen in the door right after Nairne and making sure the door did fall closed behind her. Yet, once inside, she paused. She had no idea which room to occupy, or worse yet, where the rooms were, nothing. Damnit all, she would have to ask and she hated having to ask people for help with anything but it was that or stand at the door like a moron all night looking like a fool. So she followed the line of the housekeeper and Nairne up the steps, falling in place like she knew exactly what she was doing, easy enough to fake it until she hit the landing and then she would be lost again but she'd worry over that on a few moments.
Balian: The day was nearly spent and after a long days ride the Lord Marshall of Turas Lan found himself barely able to keep his eyes to the trail. The faint light in the distance coming from the Gilded Lily had caught his eye and so he nudged his heels back into the flanks of the beast and galloped. Dismounting carefully so not to rip open any of his stiches. Soon enough his palm came to the door of the Lily, brushing it open to bring himself into the failing light. He gently closed the door behind himself and took a few steps further into the warmth, clasping his fingers together before himself while his blues drift along the establishment. This indeed was the first time he had been here, though hes heard of this place in passing from a few of his men. It was a place to get warm for a while and that was enough as far as he seen it.
Nairne: "Gerda, do you think I could have a warm drink? Apple Cider? I do not think I'll take it in my room though. Perhaps in the other sitting room downstairs..." The one where all the other girls weren't. Nairne was still a bit standoffish of them. Gerda gave a nod, stating simply,"Of course, Sweet One." Smiling at the endearing nickname, Nairne turned around to head back downstairs and collided with Moira! "Oh!" Considering they were on the steps she immediately reached out with a gloved hand to grip the girl's arm and save her a tumble down the steps. Those were not the kind to be found in the Lily! "Oh, I did not see you! I nearly broke your neck!" Shaking her head, clucking like a Mother Hen, Nairne noticed Gerda skirt around them upon hearing the door click. The old woman hurried downstairs, spry for her age, to greet the gentleman,"Evening sir, welcome to the Lily. Can I take your cloak? Would you like a warm drink?"
Moira: And she dropped most of the things she was carrying, mostly clothing though a scant few clothes at that, over the rail of the steps to have the pile rain down in front of Balian, Moira almost joining the clothes on their decent down those steps if it were not for Nairne grabbing onto her and righting her so her balance was not lost. Glancing over her shoulder, then back, she chuckled. "I would blame the fall were my neck broken before I would blame you, Nairne. Now you get to help me fetch it all again and perhaps you can tell me what Shaden didn't.. what room I can make use of?" She started to pick up clothes, a few from the steps and trailing them down to the bottom once again, slowly. Stopping in front of Balian who had some clothes on his head.. oops. "Sorry, could I.. uh.. get those from you?" Pointing to some cotton 'unmentionables' right over his shoulder. Heh, oops.
Balian: The commotion had his left hand instinctively slap against his pommel before his brow would lift just in time to have some of those articles of clothing land on him. He tilt his head just a little before he would blink and nod. "Aye....If you would be so kind?" Meaning the unmentionables that is. His attention then swept toward the other speaking to him. He dipped his chin politely before he straightened back to his broad frame. "A drink would be nice, something dark and with attitude would suffice.. .I should hold onto the cloak a while.. till I'm warmed."
Alendral: Alendral emerged from Kendrew's 'temporary' quarters a short time later, looking considerably more vexed then he had coming in. Seems the Isle had no plans on making life terribly eaisier, all things considered. The usually animated Magician was looking rather dour, and saw only one way to soothe his own frustrations--he just had to figure out where the hell he could get it. So it was that Alendral--as usual, in all manners of finery, with a deep blue vest all to suggest the manners of someone who fraternized in high society as opposed to skulking about in shadow begrudgingly made his way to the commons, with all the suggestion of a man very much on a mission to drink, and woe be anyone that went to stand in the way of it. If he didn't know any better, he might have even asked how things could get any worse...
Nairne: Releasing her once she was steady, Nairne laughed softly, indigo eyes peeking over the railing as they moved down toward the man with Moira's clothes. "That is one trick to attempt to catch a man. Though a net would be more effective, no?" Grinning softly, Nairne rounded to the bottom, letting Moira go first, and took the clothes the girl held already. That way she could get the others from the gentleman. She did not recognize him, to be honest. Gerda gave a nod,"Of course, sir. Nairne, dearest, why don't you see to getting the gentleman to a fire? Oh, Sir Alendral, would you like a drink as well?" The woman seemed to know everything that went on and to read minds! She would wait for an answer then head off to get them. Nairne turned to Balian, motioning toward the sitting room she was going to inhabit, where a fire was lit, even as indigo eyes went to the dour magician curiously.
Moira: Moira allowed the clothes she held to be taken from her. Giving Balian a half grin as she reached up and plucked the clothes that had landed on his shoulder off and bunching them up into a wad to stuff into her cloak with a chuckle. "Really, I'm sorry about that." Though it was Nairne's fault! A couple more items were on the floor and she kicked everything into a pile and picked up what was left. Glancing behind and around Balian to make sure there was nothing more and when she saw there wasn't she moved back, getting out of his way to let him pass and turning to eye Nairne, still grinning. "See what you did!" She shook her head, not the best thing to have happen on the first night she was here.
Balian: He smiled politely toward Moira and dipped his chin before following the gesture from Nairne and made way toward the warmth of the fire, settling into a chair with an unseen grimace swallowed behind the pale emotionless expression.
"Nairne is it?... That is an interesting name, I dont believe I have heard it before." Hearing the arrival of another Balian's attention had shift to find Alendral making his way in. There was a look on a man he knew all to well. "If Master Alendral is drinking.. ..His drink is on me." He leaned back in that chair just a bit more, bringing his free right hand under the fine fabric of the pale cloak to rest against the unseen bandage. "I never did get the opportunity to thank you." If it werent for the good fortune of Alendral and Lady Claramae finding him that night he wouldnt have made it. That much he was sure of.
Alendral: "God, Brandy, please." What would have come off as rather authoratitive was touched with enough desperation to take the sting out of it. Stepping cooly into the common room when who should speak but the Lord Windsor, offering drinks no less. Which was a surprise even to him--but then, soldier types refused to sit still. He smiled, genuine but more tired than he would have liked and nodded his head. "Lord Windsor. Good to see you looking better." The usual slip of speaking his actual involvement was passed--given these were Shaden's subordinates, he figured he could trust most of them enough. "Ah, well, in your defense you were half-asleep at the time." Half-dead, in fact, but he wasn't going to actually remind him of such a fact. "Think nothing of it. I am glad to see that you have recovered." He took a bow before finding another seat to practically throw himself in. Perhaps now might be a time to shed some light on it.
Nairne: Laughing at Moira, she raised a brow,"I am not to blame. You did that on purpose. Already learning the ways to snare a man!" Giggling, Nairne looked at Alendral, and murmured,"Come and join us near the fire, sir?" It made sense. Plus the main sitting room was alive with so much noise right now that Nairne could have plugged her ears! Looking at the clothes in her and Moira's hand, she called for the assistant housekeeper and stated simply,"Put it all in the room next to mine, please. That will be Moira's. Who is to be your mentor?" The question was asked as she led the men to be seated. A smile was given at the mention of her name,"Aye, a Scottish name. I was born in Scotland. This is Moira. What is yours? I did not catch it..." Indigo eyes went to Alendral, letting it be known the question was for both.
Moira: "I wasn't." She chuckled and handed off all the clothes to whomever that person was that came to fetch them from her. Brushing her hands off and giving Nairne a half grin. "I did not, it was no tactic." Moira would simply trail along after Nairne to wherver she went. To answer the question of who was her mentor she nodded to Nairne. "You. Happy day, is it not?" She chuckled once more then moved to an empty seat and lower into it, at least she didn't have to take the stairs again, Nairne might try to shove her again, remove competition, she'd have to watch her for that! Not that Moira believed that, but it would still be something she would use to pick on Nairne every now and again, or every day even, it'd depend on her mood really.
Balian: It was not the first time Balian was flirting with death nor likely to be the last. Though not reminding him of the fact was appreciated. Soldiers accepted death long ago, or at least the good ones do. But the good ones also believed themselves tools of death either way. "I'm healing well my friend.. And you can imagine.. ..I wouldnt mind a chance at round two." He licked his lips before his attention was drawn back toward Nairne. He smiled faintly and nodded. "Scottish, well that makes sense." He then nodded toward Moira with that same smile before his blues drift back between them. "I am Balian, it's an honor to meet you both."
Alendral: "Alendral Sorschal." He flashed her a hint of showman's smile, ambling his way over to the lot of them, if that it allowed him to pleasantly distract himself with female company as much as discuss what needed to be discussed with Balian. At the soldier's want for another go with the would-be Assassin, Alendral grinned positively rogueishly. "Get a chance at that I imagine." He'd wait till they were in a place more private before he gave him the details of just who he might be up against. The particular man in question was known to be quite relentless. He would not take the news that his target had survived particularly well. but that was another matter. Until that private moment, he'd distract himself by watching the two girls little game with no attempt to hide his enjoyment.
Nairne: Nairne took a seat near Moira, allowing the two men to converse briefly, grinning at the young woman. "I? Oh that is wonderful! I can teach you to be awful to eliminate my competition." A playful sparkle was in her indigo eyes and she stripped her gloves as Gerda came back in with a tray. Drinks were passed, one to Balian, something as strong as Alendral's, and then one to the latter himself. The girls were both given Apple Cider. "I hope you do like it, miss. I did not think to ask what you wished. If you have need of me I'll be in the kitchen." And the woman was off again. Nairne smiled at Balian,"Aye, Scottish names are clear as they are never easy to pronounce." A polite nod of head, as she laid her gloves aside,"A pleasure to meet you Sir Balian and Sir Alendral. What brings you both to the Lily this eve?"
Moira: She took the drink handed to her and sipped it, eyeing Nairne over the rim of the glass, the drink then lowered she smirked. "You needn't teach me anything, just give me a good shove down the stairs." That was going to become an old joke fast, especially with how Moira was allready kicking it as though it were a dead horse. Then as questions passed to the men she took up her drink again, there was little she could offer this night, being as new as she was so she would concentrate more on watching, observing, and learning, that was the best way to go about just about anything she always figured. And Moira was grand at playing the fly on the wall.
Balian: He accepted the drink and with a lift of the glass in thanks to the server he brought the brim to his lips for the first taste. He rested the glass back against his thigh and with a soft exhale while he gave Moira a quick glance. "And what of you Moira.. are you Scottish as well?" Balian was rather naive at times, he was extremely intelligent and a strategist for most things in his life but he hadnt quite put together exactly what the Gilded Lily really was. "My family is descendants of England.. but the last four generations were born and served Jerusalem." His attention had shifted once more back toward Alendral. "..What can you tell me of the one so interested in my health benefits?"
Alendral: "I was here seeing the lovely lady Darling." a bold face lie, and a bad one considering she wasn't at the house at the moment, but it was convincing enough to people around him to let it pass, taking on a momentairly stupid smile long enough to turn back to Balian, hesitating for a time. "Uh yes, the Hungarian. " He hesitated a moment, leaning in to drop his voice subtly, so the drone of other voices would drown out the words. "Hungarian, By the name of Daniel Kryptmann. " the last name probably an alias, but illustrated the point well enough. "Bit of a ruthless sort. A tad straightforward in his style but no less effective for it." He frowned at the thought of it, the name apparently bringing some burden on the Spies shoulders along with it, though he hid it particularly well. "The blade was his. I... recognized it from description." Another lie. "Doubtless he'll strike again, noce he learns of your survival. I have others in place, watching, but so far have turned up nothing."
Nairne: "Oh, were you? Ursula." A statement, for Moira. Nairne did not know what to make of her. She was a bit annoying. The fact that she also was snagging men made it hard to be agreeable with her as well. Ah well, life was life. Nairne's face never changed from the friendly expression as she listened to Balian. "That is quite a family line. Mine is purely from Scotland I hear. A tad bit boring, no?" Sipping her cider, not even noticing the whispered behavior, she looked at Moira. "Do you like the cider? Oh, and are you hungry? I forgot to ask!"
Moira: "No, I came here from England. My great great grandparents were Scots but I never learned much about them before I left and came here." She had a suppressing home life, years ago she had decided it was time to get out and she never looked back, not once, not even when she likely should have and as the men began speaking in hushed tones once more her attention diverted to Nairne once more. "Shaden fed me, but thank you for asking. And who.. is Ursula?" If she was someone here, someone she ought to know, she might as well figure out now who was who and what was what and Nairne was the one appointed to teach her of it all.
Balian: He nodded listening intently to Alendral while he laid out the information before him. Balaian managed to keep his own deep tone low by some act of God to keep the conversation between them. "Is there a reason he's being allowed to live?" His brow lift slightly at his own question, Balian knew well enough sometimes politics got in the way of a soldiers purpose. "Men like this hungarian, can be of no benefit still breathing from where I sit." Once Moira began speaking Balians blues drift back toward her with a faint smile and then once more toward Nairne. "Boring? Only if you think it so miss."
Danae: Danae didn't like the idea of coming to a place like this. Places like these were nonsense in her mind. The only reason she entered was to locate a couple of her men, knowing they had to be here somewhere. Boys would be boys and though Danae would rather them keep their earnings and spend it on something better, they were men and made thier own decisions when it came to things like this. Her commanding only went so far, this is one of the few places it stopped. The tall Greek warrior stepped in, surrounded by layers of clothing, a cloak and fur. Imagine this, a woman of the earth in some fancy establishment for proper Ladies. That had to be a sight... right? Copper skinned gleamed in the lights of the place while eyes quickly began to scan for signs of the two she knew would be here. Not looking to any of the employees for assistance, more the type to do things on her own and get out.
Alendral: "Because we can't find him." He replied bluntly. "He's no amatuer. Soon as he thought the job over he's disapperaed... I do apologize. I did not mean 'watching him' literally. Spies utilize certain avenues but I'll.. be blunt. If he were the kind of man to be discovered that easily he wouldn't have disappeared in the first place. Rest assured, he will appear, and when he does he will be trapped. we have the advantage, now, we know who he is. Without masks, all spies are defenseless. No attack will befall you before than. You have my word." a word, admittedly, he hoped he could keep, but it would do no good at all for a general to be looking over his shoulder more then was strictly neccessary. Feeling the need to play into his cover, the Magician grew slightly more boisterous. "Ursula Darling, a lady of some refinement, might I add. " Of course, perhaps in this case ALendral hadn't realized that annoucing himself as Ursula's 'client' could lead to some trouble later, but for now, he'd take advantage the excuse provided for him to frequent such a place (and despite Danae's admittedly accurate assessment of Alendral's character, it wasn't quite what she thought).
Nairne "Ursula is another of the courtesans." Simple statement, not overly loud though not whispered, and Nairne thought nothing of stating such. Smiling at Balian, indigo eyes filled with laughter, she wrinkled her nose,"All we Scots have to make life unboring are clan feuds!" A hand brushed a sable curl off her cheek, to let it rest upon her shoulder, and she resisted a sharp retort at Alendral's words. Refinement my arse!, she thought silently to herself. "Indeed Ursula is quite talented." A new arrival never went without notice in the Lily! Gerda, head housekeeper, had exceptional hearing! The older lady was out of the kitchen not long after the door closed,"Can I help you, miss?" She did not seem to be here for entertainment, but seemed to be perusing for...someone?
Moira: Tension in the air, she could feel it, anytime the woman Ursula was spoken of. Moira was in between asking more of this unknown woman and shutting her mouth. She didn't want to cause anymore of that felt tension but it was arousing her curiosity to no end. Her gaze did shift between Nairne and Alendral, deciding to keep silent for now, offering just a faint nod and doing her part in letting the whole topic drop. Back to mere observation she did slip.
Balian: Balian did nod toward Alendral, coiling his fingers back to grip the glass once more bringing it to his lips for a taste. "I don't worry of myself so much as I do the people I care for or the people I'm charged to protect. ...If me or my Riders can be of any assistance.. .Know that you have it." The Hungarian's disappearance didn't seem to surprise Balian the man was a coward and Balian would look down on his corpse and smile if he did make a second attempt at him. The odds have changed now that they know who the man in and he trusted Alendral and his agents would see things through. He turned his attention back toward Nairne for a soft chuckle before he caught sight of the Greek Commander making her way in. He smiled politely and offered a wave from his cozy seat before the fire. "Good evening Commander Danae."
Danae: Dark brows arched as she did spy two familar men. One whom she knew on the battlefield, the other... just by happenstance. Danae thought this was a place for single and unattached men, so naturally seeing Turas Lans Lord Marshal here came a bit as a shock to her. However, it was none of her business on why he was here or who he was seeing. Though the man next to him however, well, that was differnt. She half expected him to be in a place such as this. When Gerda came to her and asked if she needed anything, Danae simply gave a shake of her head. "No, I'm here seeking out my men, I'll wait a time for them to emerge and I'll be on my way. Thank you." She said before turning her gaze to the men. As she did, she noticed two other females. Not knowing if they were guests or employees, she gave a nod just the same before moving closer to the men. "Evening Lord Marshal." Said with a polite smile. Eyes drifted to Alendral and she smirked. Full lips parted as a sarcastic tone laced her words. "I never imagined seeing you in a place like this. Grew tired of chasing me I see... and here I was told, you never give up." She sniffed and glanced over her shoulder before looking back to the men. "So, whats on tonight agenda gentleman? Who's out for blood and why?" There was no getting anything past this one.
Alendral: "And who's to say I have? Perhaps I merely came here to better understand a woman's heart. " He grinned wolfishly at the bait and rose his eyebrows. "Far more important than that however, do I detect a hint of jealousy Lady Galanos , hmm? Say but a word and I shall almost assuredly redouble my efforts." she did ask for it after all. smirking lightly as he leaned comfortably, deflecting the quesiton with practiced effeciency. Past a certain point, he simply wouldn't discuss it in public. Too much chance of it being picked up. "Oh you know, the usual. Vagabonds, thieves and brigands and the like. Lord Windsor was just telling me some old war stories. Thrilling tales and that sort. The man should consider a profession of it. Quite the grippping tale, all heroics and fair maidens, chivalry and the like." All bold-faced lies, all which carried an undercurrent of not here. He smiled, perfectly pleasantly and took a hearty swig of Brandy. Of all his time spent in Skye, the only person he'd met capable of being discreet was the bloody Courtesan.
Nairne: Oh God, it was too much! The words of Alendral to the new arrival had a snort of disbelief coming from her. Shaking her head, she stated teasingly,"Men do not come here to understand a woman's heart. They come here to understand something a bit farther down." Gerda gave Nairne a stern look then turned to Danae,"A drink while you wait? You can join them here by the fire if you wish." If Danae wished one or not, Gerda would then head off to get it. Nairne looked between Alendral and the woman curiously a moment,"If you two need it I'm sure to have something that will...heat matters up." Teasing? Perhaps. Indigo eyes glanced at Moira, wondering if she was well, as she'd been quiet, and back to the others.
Balian: All the sudden talk of here had Balians brows lifting. Oh well now things made sense. He chuckled softly and shook his head at the thought. Not that he was the sort to really care what others thought. Anyone who knew the man knew he wasn't the sort either way. Then once the conversation between the Commander and Alendral stirred up Balian set his drink aside, carefully setting a stack of coin as payment for the drinks beside it before he would force his battered body to stand with a hard breath. "I should retire for the evening.. .. It was nice meeting the lot of you." He bowed his head to the gathering and made his way back out the doors.
Danae: "Her heart? Are you sure Alendral?"She asked with a grin. "I hardly think this the place to learn more about a woman's heart than what's between her legs." She then laughed. "Jealousy? I hardly think that...and when I think you ready for a real woman, there will be no need for chasing me. I'll come to you." She puckered her lips and blew a kiss to him. Oh boy, she was on it tonight it seemed. When Gerda asked if she'd like a drink, Danae thought it over a moment. "Please... I'll have whatever these fine men here suggest, whom ever speaks up first of course." Attention returned to the two males and blue eyes watched as the Lord Marshal stood. "Leaving us so soon Lord Marshal?" The man spoke, making his need to leave known. "Good night to you as well... be safe." She added as she watched him leave. She then looked back to Alendral, her icy blue hues scrutinizing him, knowing full well all he had said prior to her inquiry of the nights agenda was lies. However, she'd not bring any more attention to it and gave a shrug of her shoulders. "I find your reply to my question hard to believe, but so be it. I'll not demand anymore than what you're willing to give."
Alendral: With no real way to retort to it without losing face, he was forced to take the high road of defeat with a smirk and take another swig, no doubt nurisng another thought about subtley with some measure of bemusement. "Brandy for the lady than." and hope she wasn't one for such a thing so he could take a measure of revenge. "And see? These are things I need to learn. Coming here turned to be informative after all!" When all else fails you, depricating humor works. With a relished sigh, he set the glass down and let his mind drift a little. All well and good this might be, but he was putting off business in doing so. It hardly seemed to be the time for taking of pleasant conversation, what little enjoyment he could take to the contary. He barely even noticed the inscrutable expression that took on his face a moment, dismissed just as quickly.
Nairne: Brows raising in curiousity, Nairne watched Gerda leave to go fetch some Brandy for the lady and observed the more. A warm smile was given and a nod of farewell as Sir Balian departed. A sip of her cider was taken as an idle thought crossed her mind. Was that guest bedroom still occupied? Oh God, she hoped not. Perhaps they had gone home! Ah well. Nairne whispered to Moira,"Taking pointers? Perhaps we will try them on Sir Lucius when he comes to visit hmm?" That impish light came back to her fair face, lighting it up, and she peeked over at Alendral. "Or perhaps on him? Steal him from Ursula for ourselves."
Moira: She was amazed at how much she could learn sitting here amid only a few people. She picked up on so much, but she never spoke a word through it all until now. "Nairne, you mentioned food earlier, think I can still get some?" Did the kitchen close? She didn't know, all she did know was that she needed to stand, her rear end was going numb from sitting in the chair for so long without hardly moving the entire time. Time for her to stretch her legs out some, along with her back and feed herself. Mmhmm, a few birds with one stone, she's also be able to escape the tension she still felt in here, it was getting thicker by the moment.
Danae: Danae continued to just smile, the look was an innocent one, the meaning behind it? Well, wouldn't some people like to know. She nodded as Alendral suggested Brandy, something she wasn't use to. The ranger had it on a couple of occasions but never consumed a large maount of it. IF he succeeded in getting Danae intoxicated, only then would he possibly get the upper hand. The copper skinned woman began to remove her fur and cloak, tossing it over a nearby chair. Revealing to those surrounding her, the earthy tones of her clothing. Few weapons strapped to her being, the scimitar on her hip, the katar on her thigh and the secretly hidden dagger somewhere on this fine specimen of a warrior. With each getting a little adjustment, she cast her eyes to Alendral once more. Her head tilted to one side as she studied him silently in his lonley moment. Quietly she spoke. "What is it Alendral? What's troubling you?"
Alendral: "Wrong, wrong? Nothing wrong." a lie, and also unfortunately typical. It woudln't do her any favors and he knew it, but, a particular dark part of her realized that, in any friendship with him, she was going to have to get used to it. There was a lot on his mind, and to give anyone the impression of just in what kind of straits he felt Skye were in, in the open? Well, he couldn't reconcile that. Clearing his throat a little bit, he sat his drink down and rose to his feet, adjusting his sleeves, a clear habit based on his performing days. "I had just remembered, I left some business unattended--I told my assistant. "Whom, he had not, in fact, seen in several months, much to his personal chagrin, but then who could blame her? "That I'd bring back some of the re-done costume work, and seeing I just lost all track of time, I should probably return. We'll talk later, lady Galanos. Ladies, pleasure as always." He grinned then and made a bit of a theatrical bow before making to step from the doorway, and to his credit, he didn't show a sign of any more trouble 'till he was well enough alone.
Nairne: "Oh the kitchen never closes." About that time Gerda returned with Danae's glass of Brandy and in a motherly way ushered Moira toward the kitchen. "A bit of food then to bed with you." Nairne laughed softly, watching Alendral rise to leave, and raised a brow. Rising herself, she sidled toward him, to purposely brush closely past him to get to the hall. A bat of lashes, indigo eyes on his own gaze, she stated, and even let Danae hear,"My door is always open if you wish a woman with true...talent. Good night, Sir Alendral." A nod to the lady and off Nairne went to go retire to her room. To sleep, perhaps.
Danae: The Greek woman gave him that look of warning. "Don't think you're getting off that easily. Go for now, but know I'll be catching up with you later." She replied back as she watched him now stand and prepare to leave. Those icy blue hues wouldn't leave his form until the very last moment. Suddenly, she didn't wish for the brandy and retrieved the coins necessary for payment of an unconsumed beverage and the trouble one had gone through in getting it. Cloak and fur was gathered, pulled around her, and as she watched the courtesan work her magic... if one wanted to call it that, she gave a roll of her eyes. In Danae's opinion, a woman with talent wouldn't have the need to flaunt it so openly. Coin was given to Gerda and after everyone departed, Danae would as well. The men she came in search for, she'd find them come sunrise.
Moira: Moira went with the housekeeper, for some reason she could not keep the woman's name placed in the front of her head and it was driving her insane. Perhaps tomorrow she'd have enough of her senses about her to recall the name of the woman. Allowing herself to be led to the kitchen to be watched over while she ate and even taken to her room and put to bed like a child, though it was possibly a good thing, she wouldn't have known which room was for her use otherwise. At some point in all that she did manage to bid Nairne a good night, she would find her, the mentor of Moira's now, tomorrow and start questioning her or to be started in her teachings, whatever would come first.