Baskets of Justice
Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 12:13 pm
You leave west limping carefully
Event Ballroom
[Comfortably cool]
The grandeur of the ballroom seems even more expansive with the
uncarpeted, polished wooden floor. Accentuating the walls, tall lengths of
red banners contribute to the warm colors, blending pleasantly with the
rich hue of the woodwork. The centerpiece of the room comes in the form of
a massive stage, dominating the entire western area. The carefully cleaned
platform provides luxurious space for dance or performance. Running
parallel to the north and south walls, elegantly skirted banquet tables
stretch across the majority of the wall space. Chairs strategically placed
nearby offer rest for those desiring it. In the northwest corner, tucked
beside the lifted stage, a set of chairs await musicians and their music.
Crystalline chandeliers hang from the ceiling with delicately tapered gold
candles casting a gentle illumination over the area below. A single
archway serves as the entrance and exit to the event room, with a single
banner hanging from the keystone embroidered with the sigil of Lithmore.
(Ballroom staff is at the ready for taking coats, cloaks and canes from
guests of the event. Some refreshments sit for the taking on the banquet
table, and plentiful wooden chairs have been arranged theatre-style to face
a plain gray-draped table at the north end of the spacious room.
On the wall behind the auction table drapes a banner proudly marked with
the Scales of Justice. )
[ Exits: east ]
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon is marked with a tag reading: SEVEN. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon is marked with a tag reading: SIX. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon is marked with a tag reading: FIVE. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon is marked with a tag reading: FOUR. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon is marked with a tag reading: THREE. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon is marked with a tag reading: TWO. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon is marked with a tag reading: ONE. (northern edge)
A banquet table laden with food and decorated with a rose-patterned cloth. (southeastern corner)
A table covered with glittering glasses sparkles here. (southeastern corner)
Beronica Destral is here. [App: 3]
Katarina ab Brayston is newly arrived, looking to Lei expectantly. [App: 3]
Lei stands in armor at the action table, arranging a mess of baskets. [App: 1]
A tall, muscular but lithe woman with a long black braid has arrived.
Ariel has arrived.
Beronica Destral gives a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon to Lei.
Lei opens a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon.
Katarina ab Brayston returns Lei's salute as she moves further in, nodding a couple of times before looking to each of the baskets curiously now, with a smaller crowd present than is to come in the near future.
"Thanks," is Lei's unceremonious grunt for Beronica Destral. The basket is taken, its cover pulled off, and contents given short perusal before she sets the basket to the end of the table, right in place beside number seven.
[Action: Katarina ab Brayston is casually perusing the room and its offerings.]
Lei drops a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon.
Ariel comes strolling into the ballroom, a crooked grin on his lips as he surveys the array of baskets. "Eight choices!" he lightly enthuses, tapping his cane thoughtfully against the ground. "Perhaps I should have been nine, hmmm? But I may be too rich for the blood of bidders."
Beth arrives from the east
Beth slows to a halt.
Beronica Destral rolls her eyes at Ariel. "Maybe, maybe not," she replies to Ariel. "It is all about how much they feel you are worth."
"Hello!" Beth chirps cheerfully, carrying a large basket in hand. "What do I do with this basket? I wonder if Lloyd's coming... he said he'd buy it."
A random passerby replies to a bit of gossip, "Damnedest thing I ever saw, I was travelling from far south. Saw some crows picking at some bodies. From the looks of them, they were bandits, could see some masks on some of the faces. There was also some broken wagon wheels. Wonder what happened there? ". [Rumor #27]
Lei is standing on attendance at the table, just now turning to cast a clammy eye over Ariel's arrival.
Katarina ab Brayston turns about on a heel as Ariel speaks up. "Baron le Orban," she greets with a touch of warmth, polite and slight curtsy offered his way. "I doubt your basket would have cost to much... Miss op le Marke, hello."
[Action: Lei stands at the auction table, looking ready to accept any late contributions.]
"Oh, Marquessa, so I'm not worth much?" Laughing, Ariel bends into a sweeping bow. "Oh, now I must beg to differ. In fact, I'm tempted to go put a basket together right now simply to prove you wrong... but I see more offerings than bidders, at the moment, so perhaps I'll keep my pride to myself." [Ariel]
"Hello!" Beth chirps over with a beam, bobbing a curtsey to Katarina ab Brayston and Ariel, waving over before she scampers up to lei, ofering out her basket. "I give this to you?"
look in basket (basket 8)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
( 2)a delicate eating chocolate in the shape of a rose
( 2)an olive-glazed clay mug of fragrant black Farin coffee
a tiny pouch of dried tea leaves
( 2)a plate of fine Tubori dumplings encasing slices of herring
( 2)a fresh leek salad accompanied by a mix of cabbage and peas
( 2)a glass of grape juice etched with vines
a tall bottle of red wine with a leaf sketched on the label
a thick winebottle with a penned label
a star-shaped periwinkle forget-me-not
a long-stemmed, creamy yellow rose
look in 2.basket (basket 7)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
a discount voucher for Stone Mountain Crafts
a charming silver writing box with hand-painted wood panels
a white carrier dove in a simple cage
( 5)an envelope made from crisp, white vellum
( 5)a full sheet of fine, white vellum
look in 3.basket (basket 6)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
( 2)a fresh, gourmet apple pie
( 4)a bottle of Apple Pyre brandy
( 3)a week's worth of traveler's rations
( 2)a clump of coamjar
look in 4.basket (basket 5)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
a swashbuckling pirate toy mounted on a pair of strings
a leathery green crocodile doll with a crooked-tooth smile
a thin book stamped with a cauldron bubbling on a fire
a book entitled Erra Pater
a sturdy dark red leather book with the title "Virtues" in gilt letters
a rectangular ribbon-tied box of various gourmet chocolates
a toy of wooden duelists painted as Avonna and Savir
a delicate blue egg with golden filigree cagework and the painted face of the queen
a delicate red egg with golden filigree cagework and painted with the face of the king
a delicious egg of red velvet cake with a hard candy shell
a striking white chocolate figure with a severe look
look in 5.basket (basket four)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
( 6)a miniature croissant, flaky on the outside but soft inside
a crimson-petalled leather rose blooming atop a rolled stem
a pair of elegant fur-trimmed gloves in smooth dark leather
( 2)a sealed clay jar holding a hearty, wine-based venison stew
a round loaf of crusty nine-grain bread, baked golden-brown
a block of soft chocolate fudge, flavored by sprigs of mint
an open-faced plum crumble tart, drizzled with honey swirls
( 2)a round clay jar filled by honeyed apple and strawberry jam
( 2)a round clay jar filled with honeyed pear and raspberry jam
a small sealed jar of soft, spreadable herbed goat's cheese
a warm, comfortable blanket sewn from thick grey wolf pelts
( 2)a dark green bottle filled with sweet but heady spiced mead
look in 6.basket (basket three)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
a set of matching polished brass bells in all various sizes
the ghost jester mask
a feather embellished paper mache masquarade mask
a long-stemmed, soft white rose
a long-stemmed, soft pink rose
a long-stemmed, deep red rose
a long-stemmed, creamy yellow rose
a lightweight silken scarf wrapping loosely around the neck
a proper set of linen gloves, buttoning closed at the wrist
some delicate, suede riding gloves with delicate embroidery
look in 7.basket (basket two)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
A Training Voucher
a rectangular ribbon-tied box of various gourmet chocolates
a lopsided round brown coconut, husk covered in coarse hair
a loose cord bracelet dangling a bathhouse membership charm
a round, waxed wooden token, for a massage at the bathhouse
a square-bodied bottle of sweet, Mont Innes red apple cider
a slender night-dark bottle of 357 Sunset Barony red shiraz
a slender clear glass bottle of 357 Zadossa sauvignon blanc
a small black glass bottle of 357 sweet Vavardi red malmsey
look in 8.basket (basket one)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
a venerable and beautifully-detailed viol made from cypress
a timeworn lute with a spruce soundboard and cypress bridge
an antiquated lap harp made from the wood of a cypress tree
Beth gives a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon to Lei.
Lei stiffly bends herself -- head and shoulders -- in Ariel's nearby direction. "We're happy to have you in attendance, Baron," her clipped tones greet the man after she's straightened up, hand extended to receive Beth's basket. "Name?" curtly requires of the woman.
Katarina ab Brayston moves at a slow pace on across the room to Ariel, "That is not what I meant. I simply meant that the right bidder would be willing to spend the proper amount of coin for it."
"Elizabethany op le Marke," Beth chirps in explanation to Lei. "Or just Beth."
A chocolate brown skinned tone male arrives from the east
A chocolate brown skinned tone male slows to a halt.
Lei makes a note in a paper tablet at the edge of the auction table, then places that basket in order with the others. A short nod compresses her jowls for Beth, and she scans the ballroom, tightening eyes.
Katarina ab Brayston summons a messenger and pays them to make a delivery.
Beronica Destral turns from her perusal of the table offerings to offer a chocolate brown skinned tone male a small bow of the head. "Good evening, sir."
Lei drops a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon.
"The -proper- amount being hundreds of gold," Ariel deadpans to Katarina ab Brayston as he paces the length of the tables, peeking in baskets. "Oh, what do I want... so difficult to decide..." [Ariel]
A chocolate brown skinned tone male slips to inside the door as he places his arms behind his back and slips his hands in the opposite sleeve to conceal them. Idly letting his eyes wander over each person gathered and dipping his head in return to Beronica Destral, "Evening Miss."
[Action: Beronica Destral is standing beside banquet.]
Safir Mara'aye arrives from the east
Safir Mara'aye slows to a halt.
Gavin ab Harkness arrives from the east
A lean, sandy-haired Tubori guardsman has arrived.
Gavin ab Harkness slows to a halt.
"You could get my basket!" Beth chirps cheerfully over to Ariel, hopping along to peek into various baskets.
Aios arrives from the east
Aios slows to a halt.
Action set to:
Ariel is browsing the selection of baskets.
"Then you think quiet highly of yourself," Katarina ab Brayston perhaps teases of Ariel before looking about the room and surveying the others who are present. "Lord ab Harkness," She makes note of the man almost immediately, curtsying deeply for the man. [Katarina ab Brayston]
[Action: a chocolate brown skinned tone male is standing near the door with his hands behind his back with each hand up the opposite sleeve to conceal them.]
A town crier runs through the area, rining a bell and calling. "Reeve Basket Auction occurring in the Town Hall Event Ballroom! Part of the events for Golden Week! All welcome!"
Safir Mara'aye walks in just before Gavin ab Harkness, which might have given the indication they walked in together. Although, given that she turns slightly to bow and let Gavin ab Harkness pass her with his guard, that assumption is probably unlikely.
Looking close to death - fatigue etched upon his eyes, crows' feet ravenously dancing at their edges, and with a slow, shambling walk Gavin ab Harkness enters the event hall and immediately nears Lei. "Sully send word to you?" he asks, seemingly skipping pretense. He lifts a hand to his brow, wiping it slowly, the pads of his fingers tucking sooty hair beneath a bandanna.
[Action: Gavin ab Harkness stands near the auction table, conversing with Lei.]
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes arrives from the east
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes slows to a halt.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair arrives from the east with shoulders slouched and head bowed.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair slows to a halt.
"Why thank you, Proconsul, I'm happy to be here; happy as a clam, really," Ariel flippantly tells Lei, still browsing through the baskets. "Of course, Marquessa, -someone- has to think highly of me..." [Ariel]
Lloyd le Tarrow arrives from the east, a blue cotton cloak bearing the Crossed Swords on a Chalice swaying behind him as he moves.
A golden-furred hunting dog with a bushy tail has arrived.
Lloyd le Tarrow slows to a halt.
Lei tap-taps a boot, stretching shoulders under her armor to clasp hands together behind her back. And then Gavin ab Harkness is abreast of her. "Did," minces a short word, and her head bows a long, stiff gesture of deference. "I'm game," spells out the side of her mouth to the man. "You can bank I'm game for that."
A chocolate brown skinned tone male lets his eyes lock on Gavin ab Harkness as the man enters and strides across the room before shifting to the others that pass through the doors.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair ambles in behind a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, hands in his pockets and looking rather tired but nevertheless alert and interested in the activities of the ballroom.
Safir Mara'aye straightens up, only to bow generally to the other various notables in the room, before trying to mix in with the rest of the crowd.
Katarina ab Brayston stops using a carefully molded leather helm, with cheek and nose guards.
[Action: Safir Mara'aye is walking around, looking at baskets.]
"Lloyd, you made it!" Beth beams happily over to Lloyd le Tarrow. "I made a basket, like I said I would," she chirps, hopping over to his side. "Are you going to win it?" She grins brightly.
Aios starts to eye the flock of wicker baskets, but his attention is soon drawn to a chocolate brown skinned tone male. "War's over, I guess? Ain't that some news," he murmurs, but to no one in particular.
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes does a half-walkinghalf-shambling step into the ballroom, looking worse for the wear but still walking. Bandages cover almost every inch of his upper body, but that doesn't seem to deter him from offering everyone a slightly forced but beaming smile "Did we miss t'party?!"
Nodding gingerly towards Lei after receipting for that message, he slants a speculative look towards Katarina ab Brayston, in particular, and then Lloyd le Tarrow as the latter enters. "Well, no need to mention it now. Maybe after the auction," he remarks, exhaling loudly, lungs deflating as his eyes droop towards the floor. Enterprising fingers lift a festive container from layers of dark leather wrappings bearing the seal of a puma, and he takes a long draught from its contents. [Gavin ab Harkness]
Gavin ab Harkness drinks whiskey from a lidded ceramic flagon, bearing a festive evergreen wreath.
Lloyd le Tarrow walks into the Ballroom, nose twitching as a golden-furred hunting dog with a bushy tail bounds in after him. "Sorry, m'lord!" Cries agnes in exasperation as she reaches for the dog's collor. "I tried to keep him out..." Lloyd le Tarrow shrugs his shoulders indifferently, his focus drawing somewhere else entirely. "Beth," The man greets to Beth, a smile on his face. "I wouldn't have missed it for all the silver in the world."
A chocolate brown skinned tone male glances towards Aios, "Is it over? Just a dead advisor." is all he simply says.
Beronica Destral carefully tracks each person as they enter the ballroom, as if she is giving each of them an assessment.
A golden-furred hunting dog with a bushy tail begins to move east.
A golden-furred hunting dog with a bushy tail pads east.
"What are all of you lot talking about?" Ariel abruptly requests of a chocolate brown skinned tone male, swiveling his gaze away from the baskets and toward the man. "Dead advisors?" [Ariel]
Some thick tongue runs a roam over the front of Lei's teeth, her flinty eyes shot out to assess the growing crowd. "Hoy," calls aloud a rough bark to climb over the din of chattering gossip and hellos. "Any last entries? We're about the start the bidding."
Aios claims to Ariel, "Oh, I just ain't seen Daravi sort wanderin' 'round open as y' please in 'bout... well, ever. So figgered if ain't no one up in arms 'bout 'im, then must be th' war's over."
Beronica Destral gets a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings from a banquet table laden with food.
look chocolate
A chocolate brown skinned tone male is standing near the door with his hands behind his back with each hand up the opposite sleeve to conceal them.
Chocolate brown skin covers this man who stands over six feet tall with a medium build. His black hair is kept cut close to the scalp and light stubble covers over his face. Slender eyebrows sit above his light brown eyes while large lips hide his mostly white teeth. Despite the light stubble on his face his laugh lines are still visible.
He is taller than Ariel by a hand.
A chocolate brown skinned tone male is using:
<used as a light> a roughly dipped tallow candle with a thick twine wick(lit)
<worn on head> a tightly tied green silky turban
<worn around neck> a pendant made of malachite on a silver chain
<worn over shoulder> a thick leather satchel with an artistic design covering it
<worn on arms> loose flowing silk sleeves that extend to mid-hand
<worn on hands> a pair of snug leather gloves with silver studs
<worn on torso> loose fitting, high collared silk tunic
<worn about waist> a loose silk sash tied at the hip
<worn on legs> a pair of billowing pantaloons with a snug fit at the waist
<worn on feet> a pair of dark leather shoes with a silver clasp
Adelaide dul Courdelay arrives from the east
Adelaide dul Courdelay slows to a halt.
Beronica Destral drinks Tubori wine from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair starts to move towards the south.
Beth places an exuberant peck of a kiss on Lloyd le Tarrow's cheek, beaming brightly. "Well, it's good to see you! Has everything been all good with the knights too? You've been busy."
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes makes a slow circuit along the line of baskets, giving each a cursory but intrigued glance before making his way towards the banquet table.
"Daravi sort?" Both of Ariel's dark brows arch sharply. Crisply, he asks of Aios, "Clearly I am behind. Who is this Daravi in the city, where, and why?" [Ariel]
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair gets an elegant crystal snifter of brandy from a banquet table laden with food.
"Last entries?" Lei calls again, voice a hefty bellow.
Katarina ab Brayston moves away from the sides of the room to take up a seat before pausing and shooting a look to Aios at the mention of Daravi.
Lei sneezes loudly.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair meanders over to the table, appearing to steer clear of the crowd and mind his own business. Once he reaches the table, he looks left and right, shrugs, then helps himself to a snifter of brandy, which looks a bit high class in comparison to the man himself.
"Lord bless y', Proconsul," Aios tells Lei, distracted briefly from the conversation he inadvertently started. [Aios]
A chocolate brown skinned tone male lets out a heartly chuckle at the words exchanged between Ariel and Aios, "Now now lets not disturb the auction."
"I'll speak with him," Gavin ab Harkness relates to Ariel now, lifting his flagon and drawing another punch of whiskey from its contents. "Who's the one from the Sultanate? Want to talk to you, afterwards," he claims, eyes scanning the crowd; they pass over Aios, settling there, and then land upon a chocolate brown skinned tone male. "Come sit with me."
Ariel's gaze shifts to a chocolate brown skinned tone male as he speaks, and the man limps a few paces from the table toward him. "You could be Farin. Or you could... not, hmmm?" Glancing to Gavin ab Harkness, he relents with a quick inclination of his head.
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes nudges a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair "The one with the wolf blanket looks good. What y'think?"
Beronica Destral shakes her head as she listens to Aios and Ariel. She takes a sip from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings as she looks on to the gathering.
Beronica Destral drinks Tubori wine from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
"Right." After the sneeze, which Lei sends with gusto behind her shoulder and just over several of the low-numbered baskets, the reeve unhooks her mace and raps its ugly head to the table. "Order!" she expels in loud voice. "Order up, if you ain't mind."
Safir Mara'aye peers into a few more of the baskets, mostly keeping to herself. She walks over towards the table of food and drinks, nodding absently over to Beronica Destral.
remember chocolate Daravi
From here on you will remember a chocolate brown skinned tone male as Daravi.
[Action: Lei auctions baskets from the front of the room.]
"I'd like to attend that discussion, or at the very least have of my own with you, Mister.." Katarina ab Brayston infroms Daravi and Gavin ab Harkness with a crisp edge to her voice before turning to Lei as she calls for order. [Katarina ab Brayston]
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair smirks to himself, as if from some secret joke. "I dunno, Harper. How bad y'wanna go on a date with a Reeve with a twig n'berries?" He asks a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, voice low as he glances at various individuals in the crowd. Upon the call to 'order' he nods toward a seat and ambles over, to rest his legs.
[Action: Aios eyes the baskets up for auction.]
Beronica Destral gives Safir Mara'aye a bit of a smile before turning her attention to Lei as order is called for.
[Action: a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair is seated somewhere near the door.]
Ariel finds himself a seat, still frowning faintly in pensive attention as he eases himself into a chair with the aid of his cane. He nods firm confirmation to Katarina ab Brayston's words.
Daravi dips his head towards Gavin ab Harkness in understanding and mouths "As you wish" before turning his attention to Lei and focusing on her.
Safir Mara'aye gets a light pear and walnut cake soaked in honey from a banquet table laden with food.
"First off:" Lei tugs a sharp snuff up her nose, bobbling chin as her gaze zig-zags the gathering of faces and bodies. "Thanks, from the Reeves Lithmore, an' from the Crown by extension, for attending, bidding, an' supporting the Queen's charity."
That settles it, "Skye y'could have told me it was from a man, abyss man!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes shakes his head in shock as he glares almost playfully at his friend. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
look in basket (basket nine):
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
( 28)a fruit treat wrapped in blue cloth and bright ribbon curls
a brown ceramic bottle of high-quality Tubori rum
( 2)a shaved coconut cup
a diverse, exotic fruit salad held inside a watermelon rind
( 2)a warm loaf of crusty brown bread
( 3)a square block of hard, intensely-flavorful aged cheddar
( 4)a ripe, sweet pink-red apple
a sweet loaf of apple, raisin and honey bread
( 2)a tough roast porkchop topped with an over-large garnish
( 2)a lump of pale golden butter
an elongated brown bottle of sweet red Tubori wine
[Action: Gavin ab Harkness is seated in one of the theatre-style wooden chairs; he slouches forward, with boots pressed flat on the ground.]
[Action: Katarina ab Brayston is seated towards the middle, attention paid to Lei.]
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair approaches a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, closing the distance.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair is near.
"Reckon you've all had a look at the items on display?" Lei questions out, her speech its standard clipped mess of northern accent and coarse twang. She gestures with her mace to the baskets.
Adelaide dul Courdelay slips in late, intentionally finding a place of to one side from where she can observe. A smile on her face, she discreetly draws a ledger from her bag.
A wiry lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair whispers to a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, 'That's what the blue ribbon means, mate.'
[Action: Adelaide dul Courdelay stands to one side, watching the auction and, apparently, taking notes.]
"I'd better go see what was up with Lloyd..." Beth comments, furrowing up her brow and slipping out.
Beth begins to move east.
Beth crosses the center of the room.
Aios surreptitiously checks his belt pouch, aiming a private frown at the contents.
Beth leaves east
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes drops his gaze to dirty and blood stained boots at his feet. "Should have guessed."
Maxwell Wattkil arrives from the east moving quickly
Maxwell Wattkil slows to a halt.
"For the fun of the thing," Lei sends out to her audience, left eye pinching a squint, "Winner of the basket wins a meal with the basket's maker. If you got a basket up here, an' you ain't keen on keepin' clam about it's yours, speak up an' say so. Otherwise, it's anonymous."
Maxwell Wattkil quickly slips on in, rolling his shoulder, before he casts a small wave about, before slipping out to stand nearby Lei, a bit guardishly, mayhaps.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair clasps a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes gingerly on the shoulder, attempting to avoid a wound, then tries to catch Aios' attention with a friendly, two-fingered salute in the air with his other hand.
"Any questions?" Lei bumps her mace to armored leg, picking up a hairy brow.
Katarina ab Brayston grins faintly at the mention of speaking up about baskets, before seeing Maxwell Wattkil wander in. She nods his way subtly before looking to Lei once more.
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes has lost link.
"Yeah, which one's yers?" Aios hollers at the mistress of ceremonies. [Aios]
Ariel chuckles under his breath at Aios's question to Lei, his grin broadening crookedly as he sits back. Arms crossed over his chest, he waits for the bidding to start.
"Keep yer order," Lei grunts out to that unruly voice, chin up, "or you'll be ejected from proceedings."
Loken Baggs Ronthe arrives from the east
Loken Baggs Ronthe slows to a halt.
Action set to:
Ariel is sitting watching the bidding.
Gavin ab Harkness glances sidelong towards Daravi now, then waves him over with a beckoning hand, patting the seat beside him. It's empty. That done, he slants a look towards Lei and lifts a quizzical brow. "I'm sure Cellan would want everyone to know that the proceeds are going towards something charitable, I think," he adds. "And, on my own behalf, I offer thanks for holding this during Golden Week, and making this entire festival, along with the troubadours, a success."
Safir Mara'aye eats a light pear and walnut cake soaked in honey.
As he enters, Loken Baggs Ronthe opts to keep near the entrance merely observing. A nearby ballroom staff points him towards the refreshments, to which he silently lifts a hand and shakes his head. [Loken Baggs Ronthe]
[Action: Loken Baggs Ronthe lingers behind the bulk of the going-ons nearby the entrance to the ballroom]
Aios idly rubs at his chin with the back of a hand.
Daravi silently makes his way over to Gavin ab Harkness and takes a seat next to the man, keeping quiet and focused on Lei.
Due attention is spent on Gavin ab Harkness's added notes, and Lei points her weapon to his seat, repeating high and aloud for anyone who couldn't quite hear it: "S'right. As I said before- Proceeds are up for the Queen's charity. And, ah, I'll note: coin from winning bids'll be collected after the event."
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair checks his person briefly, looking for spare change hidden in his pockets and pouches.
Lowers himself into a seat, a grimace and a groan taking their turns before he finally finds himself in a comfortable position. "There's a basket with a massage and lots of wine. Now that sounds promising." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes says in a hushed tone to a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
Lei glances Maxwell Wattkil a look, now, and bumps a short knock of fist to her breastplate. After that, she addresses the crowd again. "Bidding begins with basket number one, clearly marked, here on this auction table-- unless," and she pauses, scouring an eye over the crowd, "unless there's special request on another one for starting."
[Action: Daravi is seated next to Gavin ab Harkness with his hands up the opposite sleeve and placed in his lap.]
look in 9.basket (basket one: currently up for bidding)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
a venerable and beautifully-detailed viol made from cypress
a timeworn lute with a spruce soundboard and cypress bridge
an antiquated lap harp made from the wood of a cypress tree
Loken Baggs Ronthe begins to count their money.
Loken Baggs Ronthe wrinkles his nose as he grips his coin purse, which sounds all but nearly empty through the lack of abundant jingling. Exhaling a sigh, he blows air through the right corner of slightly pursed lips.
Lei grunts, plodding over to snag up the basket marked with its large-lettered 'ONE'. "Right, folks. This one's got some musical bard instruments. A few of 'em."
Lei holds up the harp, first. "How 'bout a bid? Eh?"
"40 silver.. I gots forty on the instrument one!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes calls out. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"Hundred for the basket," Ariel laconically calls in a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes's wake, faint smile playing over his lips. "I -want- those instruments." [Ariel]
"Hundred-fifty silver," Katarina ab Brayston offers gamely, flashing Ariel a smile. [Katarina ab Brayston]
"We got a hundred silver, folks. Anyone wanna beat out the Baron Savir?" Lei shows the lute, now.
Maxwell Wattkil remains quiet, rolling at his shoulder, squinting.
"Hunnerd fifty!" Lei nods at Katarina ab Brayston.
"Two hundred!" Ariel shouts, his grin only broadening as he winks Katarina ab Brayston's way. [Ariel]
"Two hundred," grunts Lei, lips thickening.
Katarina ab Brayston laughs very softly, amused. "Two hundred fifty." Mischief glinting in her blue eyes.
"two... fifty!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes replies, looking slightly worried. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"two... seventyfive!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes replies, looking slightly worried. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
Beronica Destral carefully considers the instruments as they were pulled from the basket. "Three Hundred!" she calls out.
"I see what you bloody folks are after!" Ariel shakes a fist in mid-air, gleam of mischief bright in his eyes. "I apologize to the woodworker who is going to have to deal with dinner with me, but I -will- have that viol. Five hundred!" [Ariel]
From somewhere near the back of the room comes a small groan. [a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair]
Lei coughs a noise, eyes tight with eager interest. "FIVE gold crowns!"
"Five hundred and one!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes retorts in defiance! [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes begins to count their money.
Beronica Destral snorts lightly at Ariel. "I could make one that is far better than that," she informs the baron.
Lei stabs a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes a dull look.
Katarina ab Brayston laughs very softly again, leaning back into her seat as she watches with interest.
A wiry lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair whispers to a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, 'Can you even play the viol, mate?'
"You are fu- playing with me, sir." Ariel shoots a dark look a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes's way. "Six hundred." [Ariel]
"I'll take bids in crowns from here," makes up a new rule. "Six crowns, Baron Savir." [Lei]
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes whispers to a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair, 'No.... but it's fun to piss nobles off'
Daravi glances around between each of the bidders and offering a small nod, before turning his attention to Gavin ab Harkness and then Lei.
Safir Mara'aye clears her throat after Ariel's last shout to a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, continuing to eat a light pear and walnut cake soaked in honey and in no way interested in the basket.
"No thanks... he can have's it now." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes leans back in his chair, quite pleased with himself. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
A wiry lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair whispers to a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, 'Until you're publically flogged, sure, mate...'
"Marquessa?" Lei eyeballs Katarina ab Brayston.
"Seven crown," Beronica Destral calls out to Lei. She gives Ariel a slight smirk. [Beronica Destral]
Katarina ab Brayston shakes her head as Lei queries of her a bid. Smiling to the woman before looking surprised over to Beronica Destral.
Lei licks her lips, popping stare back to Ariel.
"I should let you have it and make you be on the hook for seven crown." Ariel shoots a narrow-eyed stare Beronica Destral's way. "...But I won't. Eight." [Ariel]
"Eight! Going once.." Lei shows some yellow teeth.
"A master can tell master work," Beronica Destral replies back to Ariel. "Nine!" she calls over to Lei. [Beronica Destral]
Beronica Destral has returned from IAW.
"S'at th' master work y' put down a moment ago?" Aios wonders innocently of Beronica Destral. [Aios]
Lei tongues those teeth again, bloating a look of satisfaction. "Ten, Baron?"
"Ten," Ariel sighs mildly, leaning back in his chair. "But I'm beginning to lose interest... surely I could commission similar pieces at half the price... you must -really- like this woodworker, aye, Mistress Destral?" [Ariel]
"I can still make better," Beronica Destral replies to Aios before offering Ariel a small shrug and a wolfish smile. [Beronica Destral]
"Ten. Once. Going Twice." [Lei]
"That is very rude," Ariel murmurs to Beronica Destral, arching a dark brow her way. "Show some manners, Prime?" [Ariel]
"If only I had th' need for any o' that. I'd bid just to piss 'em off." Maxwell Wattkil idly mentions aside to Lei, perhaps a bit amusedly. [Maxwell Wattkil]
"Sold!" calls Lei, pointing a finger at Ariel. "For ten crowns, to Baron Savir. Step up, Lord, an' claim your basket.
Loken Baggs Ronthe tongues his cheek in a moment of thought as he eyes the other baskets. A hand reaches underneath to stroke at the hair lining his cheeks and chin underneath his helmet. Soon, he begins for where the majority of the commotion goes on. "Question, if I may?" he calls out once the auction's all done, the inquiry directed towards Lei.
Beronica Destral bows her head towards Ariel in acceptance of the mild reprimand. "My apologies, my lord."
"Bloody swells, y'know what we could do with ten crowns mate?" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes asks Skye, a lower whistle proceeding his words as he shakes his head. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"On to basket number two," Lei pronounces, ready to hand Ariel the one in her arms. She does knock Loken Baggs Ronthe a peer though. "Speak up."
"Price is indeed high," Gavin ab Harkness calls out, and slants a look over his shoulder towards a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes and his chatty companion. "But, now the baron's got less, and the reeves'll distribute it out as charity. The poor get richer; the rich get dinner. Well, a dinner date."
"Beats me. I never had that much in my life if I put it all together," a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair mumbles to a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, suddenly looking somewhat dejected. [a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair]
Ariel uses his cane to lever himself out of his chair, limping gamely up the aisle to Lei. "Spending money, one of the few joys left to a married cripple with a child and a second on the way. Glorious. Take it from my account."
Lei puts an antiquated lap harp made from the wood of a cypress tree in a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon.
Lei puts a timeworn lute with a spruce soundboard and cypress bridge in a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon.
Lei puts a venerable and beautifully-detailed viol made from cypress in a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon.
After Ariel speaks, Loken Baggs Ronthe seems to resign, shaking his head at Lei. "Seems my question's been answered. Thanks anyhow." [Loken Baggs Ronthe]
A random passerby replies to a bit of gossip, "So I was out roughin' it in the wilderness west of the city, lookin' fer good wood to hew to make some stuck up gentryman a nice set of chairs, and what do you know - I seen a Daravi encampment out in the woods with soldiers and everything! Oh, aye! The tents were worn, but they looked like they mighta been fancy once. There was some crest on the flaps, nothin' I recognize, but with the soldiers about, I didn't stick around for a good look. Do the authorities even know that there's a whole little camp of them Daravi right outside of the city? I thought the Knights were supposed to do patrols or somethin'. ". [Rumor #28]
Daravi eye's drift over Gavin ab Harkness as he stands up and then wanders around the room again.
Ariel happily accepts his basket, peering into it with a broad, appreciative grin. "Someone's going to spend a dinner being serenaded by me on the instruments they made!" he calls to the room at large, trundling back to his seat.
As the first sale concludes, Gavin ab Harkness turns towards Daravi and asks him in a low voice - meaning only those dead-set on eavesdropping might overhear. "The name Qadriyya. Does that ring a bell? I just want a yes or no," he tells him.
Lei cuts Ariel a curt nod while delivering the basket into his possession, then strikes over to lug up the next. "Aright!" (8.basket, folks.) "This one's mostly wine. Any wine-drinkers?"
Looking perhaps a bit paler than before, a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair loosens his collar a bit, then taps a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes lightly on the man's good shoulder. "I'm gonna go get some fresh air and head to work, mate. Catch y'later, eh?" He mumbles over, before rising to his feet and slinking toward the door. [a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair]
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair begins to move east.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair leaves east with shoulders slouched and head bowed.
"Aye, aye!" Aios chants at the drinker question. [Aios]
look in 9.basket (basket 2, on auction right now):
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
A Training Voucher
a rectangular ribbon-tied box of various gourmet chocolates
a lopsided round brown coconut, husk covered in coarse hair
a loose cord bracelet dangling a bathhouse membership charm
a round, waxed wooden token, for a massage at the bathhouse
a square-bodied bottle of sweet, Mont Innes red apple cider
a slender night-dark bottle of 357 Sunset Barony red shiraz
a slender clear glass bottle of 357 Zadossa sauvignon blanc
a small black glass bottle of 357 sweet Vavardi red malmsey
"Now yer talking!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes damn near yells out, the effort causing him to double over with a wracking cough. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
Beth arrives from the east
Beth slows to a halt.
"Chocolate. Coconut. Massage. Starting at a crown!" [Lei]
"Crown and 20..." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes raises his hand. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"No" Daravi states as he doesnt take his eyes off Lei half listening to what the woman is saying. [Daravi]
Katarina ab Brayston strokes a strand of hair behind her er as she watches the group and their bidding. Eyes flicking between Lei and Maxwell Wattkil.
Aios grunts, "One fifty."
"Can I get two?" Lei holds up the basket, wine bottles poking out the top.
"Two crowns," Ariel lazily bids, despite an expression of decided distraction; he's still investigating his new instruments. [Ariel]
Beth sneaks back in, peering curiously around. She whispers to whoever is closest, "Did I miss many of them?"
"Going once!" [Lei]
"Two crowns to the Baron! Twice!" [Lei]
"Really? Come on people, I don't even want it," Ariel sighs, glancing around the room. [Ariel]
"Oy, I ain't got all that t' go up 'gainst th' good Doctor," Aios admits, but at the last moment says, "Three?" [Aios]
"Three from the peg leg!" Lei shifts up her stance. "Once! And twice!"
"Sold, to the peg leg!" [Lei]
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair arrives from the east
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair slows to a halt.
Aios leans into a graceless bow in Ariel's direction, making his way toward Lei to accept the basket.
Lei nods at Aios, beckoning his approach. "Names'll be officially gave up later, after auction's over."
Lei gets a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon.
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair enters into the ballroom, bowing to those appropriate to bow to, nodding to most everyone else.
Aios approaches Lei, closing the distance.
Aios is near.
Lei gives a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon to Aios.
Beronica Destral smiles over to an extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair as he arrives to the scene and waves him over next to her.
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair smiles to Beronica Destral, moving to stand next to her.
[Action: an extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair is standing next to ber.]
Aios lumbers back into the crowd, peering closer at the contents of his newly won basket.
"Basket three!" Lei carries on, pointing to the bundle. "Roses an' masks an' things!"
Katarina ab Brayston looks over to Aios before letting her attention filter back to Lei.
look in 8.basket (basket 3; currently on auction)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
a set of matching polished brass bells in all various sizes
the ghost jester mask
a feather embellished paper mache masquarade mask
a long-stemmed, soft white rose
a long-stemmed, soft pink rose
a long-stemmed, deep red rose
a long-stemmed, creamy yellow rose
a lightweight silken scarf wrapping loosely around the neck
a proper set of linen gloves, buttoning closed at the wrist
some delicate, suede riding gloves with delicate embroidery
Daravi keeping his voice low as he speaks directing it to Gavin ab Harkness, "What's the importance of such?"
Beronica Destral drinks Tubori wine from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
"I'll take a crown for starters!" [Lei]
"Sounds like a good time!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes offers a toothy grin "I'll go a crown" [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"I think this one is likely -very- worth bidding on," Ariel hints, glancing around the room with a quirked brow. "Particularly if you like a laugh." [Ariel]
Maxwell Wattkil states, "...Uh. Two gold, I s'pose."
"Three crowns?" Lei fishes, scanning.
"Your exiled princess. I've an interest in her. Apparently you don't know much," Gavin ab Harkness demurs, again speaking quietly to Daravi, though the recurrence of bidding catches his attention. So does another drink from his flagon of ale. "Five!" he calls out, and it's quite obvious he's got no clue which basket is at issue.
Maxwell Wattkil begins to count their money.
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes begins to count their money.
"Five and ten!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes retorts. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair looks around, trying to peek into some of the baskets, trying to see which to bid on.
"Five from the consort!" Lei clears up her throat. "Do I hear six?"
"...Six?" Maxwell Wattkil helplessly offers, shoulders raising and falling, though his eyes go towards Lei. [Maxwell Wattkil]
"Six it is. I hear seven?" Lei knocks her mace to table.
Gavin ab Harkness drinks whiskey from a lidded ceramic flagon, bearing a festive evergreen wreath.
"Aw feck it.... seven!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes appears slightly paler than before. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"Seven!" Lei sends a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes a dirty look.
Daravi watches intently as he keep the conversation at a low voice, "Or that it is exiled and it doesnt matter."
You get a venerable and beautifully-detailed viol made from cypress from a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon.
"I have no idea which one we're even on," Gavin ab Harkness admits with a whiskey-scented exhale, Daravi the unfortunate beneficiary of his murmuring. "Ten, and we can move along," he wonders, nodding at Lei.
"Seven and half!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes yells back at Lei! [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
Ariel leans back in his chair, plucking the strings of his viol absentmindedly; he seems to be tuning it, adjusting the pegs to knock the strings back. "Come on, Harkness, let somebody who wants it win it!" he shouts.
"Ten, from the consort!" Lei calls aloud. "Going once!"
"Twice!" [Lei]
Beronica Destral looks over to Gavin ab Harkness and just chuckles as she takes a drink from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
"And sold!" [Lei]
Beronica Destral drinks Tubori wine from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
Lei gets a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon.
Katarina ab Brayston gets a bottle of Apple Pyre brandy from an embroidered, and reinforced shoulder-bag of dusky muslin.
Katarina ab Brayston drinks brandy from a bottle of Apple Pyre brandy.
Lei picks up the basket, nodding to Gavin ab Harkness. "An' movin' on.." she drawls, "to basket four!"
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair pulls out his pad, ' Have I missed much?' he asks of Beronica Destral as he displays the page to her.
look in 7.basket (basket 4, on auction right now:)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
( 6)a miniature croissant, flaky on the outside but soft inside
a crimson-petalled leather rose blooming atop a rolled stem
a pair of elegant fur-trimmed gloves in smooth dark leather
( 2)a sealed clay jar holding a hearty, wine-based venison stew
a round loaf of crusty nine-grain bread, baked golden-brown
a block of soft chocolate fudge, flavored by sprigs of mint
an open-faced plum crumble tart, drizzled with honey swirls
( 2)a round clay jar filled by honeyed apple and strawberry jam
( 2)a round clay jar filled with honeyed pear and raspberry jam
a small sealed jar of soft, spreadable herbed goat's cheese
a warm, comfortable blanket sewn from thick grey wolf pelts
( 2)a dark green bottle filled with sweet but heady spiced mead
Gavin ab Harkness stands from his seat, then ventures another swig of whiskey: his breath is hot and peaty, and he approaches Lei, drawing out a single coin from the purse attached to a twice-wrapped leather belt with a sword and dagger sheath. He presses it into her palm, then takes the basket, looking into container with a modicum of curiosity.
Katarina ab Brayston slips a bottle of Apple Pyre brandy from satchel, opening it and taking a drink before resting it back within the garmet. Legs cross at the knee.
Gavin ab Harkness approaches Lei, closing the distance.
Gavin ab Harkness is near.
Gavin ab Harkness gives Lei some coins.
Beronica Destral glances over to read the pad briefly then shakes her head at an extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair. "Only three of the nine baskets sold so far," she tells him before looking back front.
"Jams an' baked goods! All sorta tasties!" Lei grunts Gavin ab Harkness a nod, pocketing his payment.
"Three crown.. enough foreplay, let's get to the deed already." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes mutters. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
Lei gives a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon to Gavin ab Harkness.
Lei whispers to Gavin ab Harkness, 'That's the globe jester's.'
Gavin ab harkness whispers to Lei, 'The frak do I do with one of those, Lei?'
Katarina ab Brayston looks to Lei, curiously as she considers the basket. "Five gold."
Gavin ab Harkness returns to his seat, sending Lei a faint grin.
"I'll take a crown for the baked goods and jellies!" Lei calls out, lips twitching a thin smirk after Gavin ab Harkness's retreating figure.
Aios tells you, "I have a pink one in my arms. Is that the one with eggs and the OOC event items in it? That was my other guess, other than the one I bought. Which was wrong."
"Err. Six gold!" [Lei]
"Looks like quite a picnic. But I don't really want to go on a romantic picnic with a man," Ariel mildly observes, keeping out of the bidding. [Ariel]
Beronica Destral looks over at a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes as she arches an eyebrow. "Seven crowns," she calls out her bid.
"You only wish to serenade him, my lord?" Adelaide dul Courdelay calls over a question to Ariel. [Adelaide dul Courdelay]
"Fine.. eight crown, it better be good food." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes shrugs. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair chuckles silently to Beronica Destral as she bids.
"Nine! I'll take nine!" Lei is looking relatively pleased with herself by now, chest puffing a bit underneath her armor.
Katarina ab Brayston chuckles softly as she looks between Adelaide dul Courdelay and Ariel. Clearly staying out of the bidding now.
"I'm a performer by nature, you know? I'd serenade a sign post if it were capable of saying 'good show, m'lord' afterward," Ariel flippantly calls toward Adelaide dul Courdelay. [Ariel]
"Ten!" Beronica Destral calls out to Lei before shooting a smile to an extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair. [Beronica Destral]
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes gets a delicate porcelain cup from a banquet table laden with food.
Maxwell Wattkil merely squints at said basket, raising and lowering his shoulders.
Beronica Destral drinks Tubori wine from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
Beronica Destral discards a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings as empty.
Daravi rolls his shoulders back and adjusts himself in his seat, still sitting up straight and tall.
"Ten from the doc! Can I get eleven?" Lei's beady eyes whip over the audience.
"Ain' no food worth that, I'm out." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes replies setting back in his chair. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"Goin' once!" [Lei]
"An' twice!" [Lei]
Beth giggles back over at Ariel's words. "But what if it just seemed like it meant it?" she wonders.
"Sold to the Doc Prime!" Lei picks up the basket. It looks heavy.
Event Ballroom
[Comfortably cool]
The grandeur of the ballroom seems even more expansive with the
uncarpeted, polished wooden floor. Accentuating the walls, tall lengths of
red banners contribute to the warm colors, blending pleasantly with the
rich hue of the woodwork. The centerpiece of the room comes in the form of
a massive stage, dominating the entire western area. The carefully cleaned
platform provides luxurious space for dance or performance. Running
parallel to the north and south walls, elegantly skirted banquet tables
stretch across the majority of the wall space. Chairs strategically placed
nearby offer rest for those desiring it. In the northwest corner, tucked
beside the lifted stage, a set of chairs await musicians and their music.
Crystalline chandeliers hang from the ceiling with delicately tapered gold
candles casting a gentle illumination over the area below. A single
archway serves as the entrance and exit to the event room, with a single
banner hanging from the keystone embroidered with the sigil of Lithmore.
(Ballroom staff is at the ready for taking coats, cloaks and canes from
guests of the event. Some refreshments sit for the taking on the banquet
table, and plentiful wooden chairs have been arranged theatre-style to face
a plain gray-draped table at the north end of the spacious room.
On the wall behind the auction table drapes a banner proudly marked with
the Scales of Justice. )
[ Exits: east ]
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon is marked with a tag reading: SEVEN. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon is marked with a tag reading: SIX. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon is marked with a tag reading: FIVE. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon is marked with a tag reading: FOUR. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon is marked with a tag reading: THREE. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon is marked with a tag reading: TWO. (northern edge)
A neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon is marked with a tag reading: ONE. (northern edge)
A banquet table laden with food and decorated with a rose-patterned cloth. (southeastern corner)
A table covered with glittering glasses sparkles here. (southeastern corner)
Beronica Destral is here. [App: 3]
Katarina ab Brayston is newly arrived, looking to Lei expectantly. [App: 3]
Lei stands in armor at the action table, arranging a mess of baskets. [App: 1]
A tall, muscular but lithe woman with a long black braid has arrived.
Ariel has arrived.
Beronica Destral gives a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon to Lei.
Lei opens a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon.
Katarina ab Brayston returns Lei's salute as she moves further in, nodding a couple of times before looking to each of the baskets curiously now, with a smaller crowd present than is to come in the near future.
"Thanks," is Lei's unceremonious grunt for Beronica Destral. The basket is taken, its cover pulled off, and contents given short perusal before she sets the basket to the end of the table, right in place beside number seven.
[Action: Katarina ab Brayston is casually perusing the room and its offerings.]
Lei drops a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon.
Ariel comes strolling into the ballroom, a crooked grin on his lips as he surveys the array of baskets. "Eight choices!" he lightly enthuses, tapping his cane thoughtfully against the ground. "Perhaps I should have been nine, hmmm? But I may be too rich for the blood of bidders."
Beth arrives from the east
Beth slows to a halt.
Beronica Destral rolls her eyes at Ariel. "Maybe, maybe not," she replies to Ariel. "It is all about how much they feel you are worth."
"Hello!" Beth chirps cheerfully, carrying a large basket in hand. "What do I do with this basket? I wonder if Lloyd's coming... he said he'd buy it."
A random passerby replies to a bit of gossip, "Damnedest thing I ever saw, I was travelling from far south. Saw some crows picking at some bodies. From the looks of them, they were bandits, could see some masks on some of the faces. There was also some broken wagon wheels. Wonder what happened there? ". [Rumor #27]
Lei is standing on attendance at the table, just now turning to cast a clammy eye over Ariel's arrival.
Katarina ab Brayston turns about on a heel as Ariel speaks up. "Baron le Orban," she greets with a touch of warmth, polite and slight curtsy offered his way. "I doubt your basket would have cost to much... Miss op le Marke, hello."
[Action: Lei stands at the auction table, looking ready to accept any late contributions.]
"Oh, Marquessa, so I'm not worth much?" Laughing, Ariel bends into a sweeping bow. "Oh, now I must beg to differ. In fact, I'm tempted to go put a basket together right now simply to prove you wrong... but I see more offerings than bidders, at the moment, so perhaps I'll keep my pride to myself." [Ariel]
"Hello!" Beth chirps over with a beam, bobbing a curtsey to Katarina ab Brayston and Ariel, waving over before she scampers up to lei, ofering out her basket. "I give this to you?"
look in basket (basket 8)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
( 2)a delicate eating chocolate in the shape of a rose
( 2)an olive-glazed clay mug of fragrant black Farin coffee
a tiny pouch of dried tea leaves
( 2)a plate of fine Tubori dumplings encasing slices of herring
( 2)a fresh leek salad accompanied by a mix of cabbage and peas
( 2)a glass of grape juice etched with vines
a tall bottle of red wine with a leaf sketched on the label
a thick winebottle with a penned label
a star-shaped periwinkle forget-me-not
a long-stemmed, creamy yellow rose
look in 2.basket (basket 7)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
a discount voucher for Stone Mountain Crafts
a charming silver writing box with hand-painted wood panels
a white carrier dove in a simple cage
( 5)an envelope made from crisp, white vellum
( 5)a full sheet of fine, white vellum
look in 3.basket (basket 6)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
( 2)a fresh, gourmet apple pie
( 4)a bottle of Apple Pyre brandy
( 3)a week's worth of traveler's rations
( 2)a clump of coamjar
look in 4.basket (basket 5)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
a swashbuckling pirate toy mounted on a pair of strings
a leathery green crocodile doll with a crooked-tooth smile
a thin book stamped with a cauldron bubbling on a fire
a book entitled Erra Pater
a sturdy dark red leather book with the title "Virtues" in gilt letters
a rectangular ribbon-tied box of various gourmet chocolates
a toy of wooden duelists painted as Avonna and Savir
a delicate blue egg with golden filigree cagework and the painted face of the queen
a delicate red egg with golden filigree cagework and painted with the face of the king
a delicious egg of red velvet cake with a hard candy shell
a striking white chocolate figure with a severe look
look in 5.basket (basket four)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
( 6)a miniature croissant, flaky on the outside but soft inside
a crimson-petalled leather rose blooming atop a rolled stem
a pair of elegant fur-trimmed gloves in smooth dark leather
( 2)a sealed clay jar holding a hearty, wine-based venison stew
a round loaf of crusty nine-grain bread, baked golden-brown
a block of soft chocolate fudge, flavored by sprigs of mint
an open-faced plum crumble tart, drizzled with honey swirls
( 2)a round clay jar filled by honeyed apple and strawberry jam
( 2)a round clay jar filled with honeyed pear and raspberry jam
a small sealed jar of soft, spreadable herbed goat's cheese
a warm, comfortable blanket sewn from thick grey wolf pelts
( 2)a dark green bottle filled with sweet but heady spiced mead
look in 6.basket (basket three)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
a set of matching polished brass bells in all various sizes
the ghost jester mask
a feather embellished paper mache masquarade mask
a long-stemmed, soft white rose
a long-stemmed, soft pink rose
a long-stemmed, deep red rose
a long-stemmed, creamy yellow rose
a lightweight silken scarf wrapping loosely around the neck
a proper set of linen gloves, buttoning closed at the wrist
some delicate, suede riding gloves with delicate embroidery
look in 7.basket (basket two)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
A Training Voucher
a rectangular ribbon-tied box of various gourmet chocolates
a lopsided round brown coconut, husk covered in coarse hair
a loose cord bracelet dangling a bathhouse membership charm
a round, waxed wooden token, for a massage at the bathhouse
a square-bodied bottle of sweet, Mont Innes red apple cider
a slender night-dark bottle of 357 Sunset Barony red shiraz
a slender clear glass bottle of 357 Zadossa sauvignon blanc
a small black glass bottle of 357 sweet Vavardi red malmsey
look in 8.basket (basket one)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
a venerable and beautifully-detailed viol made from cypress
a timeworn lute with a spruce soundboard and cypress bridge
an antiquated lap harp made from the wood of a cypress tree
Beth gives a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon to Lei.
Lei stiffly bends herself -- head and shoulders -- in Ariel's nearby direction. "We're happy to have you in attendance, Baron," her clipped tones greet the man after she's straightened up, hand extended to receive Beth's basket. "Name?" curtly requires of the woman.
Katarina ab Brayston moves at a slow pace on across the room to Ariel, "That is not what I meant. I simply meant that the right bidder would be willing to spend the proper amount of coin for it."
"Elizabethany op le Marke," Beth chirps in explanation to Lei. "Or just Beth."
A chocolate brown skinned tone male arrives from the east
A chocolate brown skinned tone male slows to a halt.
Lei makes a note in a paper tablet at the edge of the auction table, then places that basket in order with the others. A short nod compresses her jowls for Beth, and she scans the ballroom, tightening eyes.
Katarina ab Brayston summons a messenger and pays them to make a delivery.
Beronica Destral turns from her perusal of the table offerings to offer a chocolate brown skinned tone male a small bow of the head. "Good evening, sir."
Lei drops a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon.
"The -proper- amount being hundreds of gold," Ariel deadpans to Katarina ab Brayston as he paces the length of the tables, peeking in baskets. "Oh, what do I want... so difficult to decide..." [Ariel]
A chocolate brown skinned tone male slips to inside the door as he places his arms behind his back and slips his hands in the opposite sleeve to conceal them. Idly letting his eyes wander over each person gathered and dipping his head in return to Beronica Destral, "Evening Miss."
[Action: Beronica Destral is standing beside banquet.]
Safir Mara'aye arrives from the east
Safir Mara'aye slows to a halt.
Gavin ab Harkness arrives from the east
A lean, sandy-haired Tubori guardsman has arrived.
Gavin ab Harkness slows to a halt.
"You could get my basket!" Beth chirps cheerfully over to Ariel, hopping along to peek into various baskets.
Aios arrives from the east
Aios slows to a halt.
Action set to:
Ariel is browsing the selection of baskets.
"Then you think quiet highly of yourself," Katarina ab Brayston perhaps teases of Ariel before looking about the room and surveying the others who are present. "Lord ab Harkness," She makes note of the man almost immediately, curtsying deeply for the man. [Katarina ab Brayston]
[Action: a chocolate brown skinned tone male is standing near the door with his hands behind his back with each hand up the opposite sleeve to conceal them.]
A town crier runs through the area, rining a bell and calling. "Reeve Basket Auction occurring in the Town Hall Event Ballroom! Part of the events for Golden Week! All welcome!"
Safir Mara'aye walks in just before Gavin ab Harkness, which might have given the indication they walked in together. Although, given that she turns slightly to bow and let Gavin ab Harkness pass her with his guard, that assumption is probably unlikely.
Looking close to death - fatigue etched upon his eyes, crows' feet ravenously dancing at their edges, and with a slow, shambling walk Gavin ab Harkness enters the event hall and immediately nears Lei. "Sully send word to you?" he asks, seemingly skipping pretense. He lifts a hand to his brow, wiping it slowly, the pads of his fingers tucking sooty hair beneath a bandanna.
[Action: Gavin ab Harkness stands near the auction table, conversing with Lei.]
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes arrives from the east
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes slows to a halt.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair arrives from the east with shoulders slouched and head bowed.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair slows to a halt.
"Why thank you, Proconsul, I'm happy to be here; happy as a clam, really," Ariel flippantly tells Lei, still browsing through the baskets. "Of course, Marquessa, -someone- has to think highly of me..." [Ariel]
Lloyd le Tarrow arrives from the east, a blue cotton cloak bearing the Crossed Swords on a Chalice swaying behind him as he moves.
A golden-furred hunting dog with a bushy tail has arrived.
Lloyd le Tarrow slows to a halt.
Lei tap-taps a boot, stretching shoulders under her armor to clasp hands together behind her back. And then Gavin ab Harkness is abreast of her. "Did," minces a short word, and her head bows a long, stiff gesture of deference. "I'm game," spells out the side of her mouth to the man. "You can bank I'm game for that."
A chocolate brown skinned tone male lets his eyes lock on Gavin ab Harkness as the man enters and strides across the room before shifting to the others that pass through the doors.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair ambles in behind a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, hands in his pockets and looking rather tired but nevertheless alert and interested in the activities of the ballroom.
Safir Mara'aye straightens up, only to bow generally to the other various notables in the room, before trying to mix in with the rest of the crowd.
Katarina ab Brayston stops using a carefully molded leather helm, with cheek and nose guards.
[Action: Safir Mara'aye is walking around, looking at baskets.]
"Lloyd, you made it!" Beth beams happily over to Lloyd le Tarrow. "I made a basket, like I said I would," she chirps, hopping over to his side. "Are you going to win it?" She grins brightly.
Aios starts to eye the flock of wicker baskets, but his attention is soon drawn to a chocolate brown skinned tone male. "War's over, I guess? Ain't that some news," he murmurs, but to no one in particular.
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes does a half-walkinghalf-shambling step into the ballroom, looking worse for the wear but still walking. Bandages cover almost every inch of his upper body, but that doesn't seem to deter him from offering everyone a slightly forced but beaming smile "Did we miss t'party?!"
Nodding gingerly towards Lei after receipting for that message, he slants a speculative look towards Katarina ab Brayston, in particular, and then Lloyd le Tarrow as the latter enters. "Well, no need to mention it now. Maybe after the auction," he remarks, exhaling loudly, lungs deflating as his eyes droop towards the floor. Enterprising fingers lift a festive container from layers of dark leather wrappings bearing the seal of a puma, and he takes a long draught from its contents. [Gavin ab Harkness]
Gavin ab Harkness drinks whiskey from a lidded ceramic flagon, bearing a festive evergreen wreath.
Lloyd le Tarrow walks into the Ballroom, nose twitching as a golden-furred hunting dog with a bushy tail bounds in after him. "Sorry, m'lord!" Cries agnes in exasperation as she reaches for the dog's collor. "I tried to keep him out..." Lloyd le Tarrow shrugs his shoulders indifferently, his focus drawing somewhere else entirely. "Beth," The man greets to Beth, a smile on his face. "I wouldn't have missed it for all the silver in the world."
A chocolate brown skinned tone male glances towards Aios, "Is it over? Just a dead advisor." is all he simply says.
Beronica Destral carefully tracks each person as they enter the ballroom, as if she is giving each of them an assessment.
A golden-furred hunting dog with a bushy tail begins to move east.
A golden-furred hunting dog with a bushy tail pads east.
"What are all of you lot talking about?" Ariel abruptly requests of a chocolate brown skinned tone male, swiveling his gaze away from the baskets and toward the man. "Dead advisors?" [Ariel]
Some thick tongue runs a roam over the front of Lei's teeth, her flinty eyes shot out to assess the growing crowd. "Hoy," calls aloud a rough bark to climb over the din of chattering gossip and hellos. "Any last entries? We're about the start the bidding."
Aios claims to Ariel, "Oh, I just ain't seen Daravi sort wanderin' 'round open as y' please in 'bout... well, ever. So figgered if ain't no one up in arms 'bout 'im, then must be th' war's over."
Beronica Destral gets a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings from a banquet table laden with food.
look chocolate
A chocolate brown skinned tone male is standing near the door with his hands behind his back with each hand up the opposite sleeve to conceal them.
Chocolate brown skin covers this man who stands over six feet tall with a medium build. His black hair is kept cut close to the scalp and light stubble covers over his face. Slender eyebrows sit above his light brown eyes while large lips hide his mostly white teeth. Despite the light stubble on his face his laugh lines are still visible.
He is taller than Ariel by a hand.
A chocolate brown skinned tone male is using:
<used as a light> a roughly dipped tallow candle with a thick twine wick(lit)
<worn on head> a tightly tied green silky turban
<worn around neck> a pendant made of malachite on a silver chain
<worn over shoulder> a thick leather satchel with an artistic design covering it
<worn on arms> loose flowing silk sleeves that extend to mid-hand
<worn on hands> a pair of snug leather gloves with silver studs
<worn on torso> loose fitting, high collared silk tunic
<worn about waist> a loose silk sash tied at the hip
<worn on legs> a pair of billowing pantaloons with a snug fit at the waist
<worn on feet> a pair of dark leather shoes with a silver clasp
Adelaide dul Courdelay arrives from the east
Adelaide dul Courdelay slows to a halt.
Beronica Destral drinks Tubori wine from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair starts to move towards the south.
Beth places an exuberant peck of a kiss on Lloyd le Tarrow's cheek, beaming brightly. "Well, it's good to see you! Has everything been all good with the knights too? You've been busy."
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes makes a slow circuit along the line of baskets, giving each a cursory but intrigued glance before making his way towards the banquet table.
"Daravi sort?" Both of Ariel's dark brows arch sharply. Crisply, he asks of Aios, "Clearly I am behind. Who is this Daravi in the city, where, and why?" [Ariel]
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair gets an elegant crystal snifter of brandy from a banquet table laden with food.
"Last entries?" Lei calls again, voice a hefty bellow.
Katarina ab Brayston moves away from the sides of the room to take up a seat before pausing and shooting a look to Aios at the mention of Daravi.
Lei sneezes loudly.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair meanders over to the table, appearing to steer clear of the crowd and mind his own business. Once he reaches the table, he looks left and right, shrugs, then helps himself to a snifter of brandy, which looks a bit high class in comparison to the man himself.
"Lord bless y', Proconsul," Aios tells Lei, distracted briefly from the conversation he inadvertently started. [Aios]
A chocolate brown skinned tone male lets out a heartly chuckle at the words exchanged between Ariel and Aios, "Now now lets not disturb the auction."
"I'll speak with him," Gavin ab Harkness relates to Ariel now, lifting his flagon and drawing another punch of whiskey from its contents. "Who's the one from the Sultanate? Want to talk to you, afterwards," he claims, eyes scanning the crowd; they pass over Aios, settling there, and then land upon a chocolate brown skinned tone male. "Come sit with me."
Ariel's gaze shifts to a chocolate brown skinned tone male as he speaks, and the man limps a few paces from the table toward him. "You could be Farin. Or you could... not, hmmm?" Glancing to Gavin ab Harkness, he relents with a quick inclination of his head.
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes nudges a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair "The one with the wolf blanket looks good. What y'think?"
Beronica Destral shakes her head as she listens to Aios and Ariel. She takes a sip from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings as she looks on to the gathering.
Beronica Destral drinks Tubori wine from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
"Right." After the sneeze, which Lei sends with gusto behind her shoulder and just over several of the low-numbered baskets, the reeve unhooks her mace and raps its ugly head to the table. "Order!" she expels in loud voice. "Order up, if you ain't mind."
Safir Mara'aye peers into a few more of the baskets, mostly keeping to herself. She walks over towards the table of food and drinks, nodding absently over to Beronica Destral.
remember chocolate Daravi
From here on you will remember a chocolate brown skinned tone male as Daravi.
[Action: Lei auctions baskets from the front of the room.]
"I'd like to attend that discussion, or at the very least have of my own with you, Mister.." Katarina ab Brayston infroms Daravi and Gavin ab Harkness with a crisp edge to her voice before turning to Lei as she calls for order. [Katarina ab Brayston]
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair smirks to himself, as if from some secret joke. "I dunno, Harper. How bad y'wanna go on a date with a Reeve with a twig n'berries?" He asks a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, voice low as he glances at various individuals in the crowd. Upon the call to 'order' he nods toward a seat and ambles over, to rest his legs.
[Action: Aios eyes the baskets up for auction.]
Beronica Destral gives Safir Mara'aye a bit of a smile before turning her attention to Lei as order is called for.
[Action: a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair is seated somewhere near the door.]
Ariel finds himself a seat, still frowning faintly in pensive attention as he eases himself into a chair with the aid of his cane. He nods firm confirmation to Katarina ab Brayston's words.
Daravi dips his head towards Gavin ab Harkness in understanding and mouths "As you wish" before turning his attention to Lei and focusing on her.
Safir Mara'aye gets a light pear and walnut cake soaked in honey from a banquet table laden with food.
"First off:" Lei tugs a sharp snuff up her nose, bobbling chin as her gaze zig-zags the gathering of faces and bodies. "Thanks, from the Reeves Lithmore, an' from the Crown by extension, for attending, bidding, an' supporting the Queen's charity."
That settles it, "Skye y'could have told me it was from a man, abyss man!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes shakes his head in shock as he glares almost playfully at his friend. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
look in basket (basket nine):
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
( 28)a fruit treat wrapped in blue cloth and bright ribbon curls
a brown ceramic bottle of high-quality Tubori rum
( 2)a shaved coconut cup
a diverse, exotic fruit salad held inside a watermelon rind
( 2)a warm loaf of crusty brown bread
( 3)a square block of hard, intensely-flavorful aged cheddar
( 4)a ripe, sweet pink-red apple
a sweet loaf of apple, raisin and honey bread
( 2)a tough roast porkchop topped with an over-large garnish
( 2)a lump of pale golden butter
an elongated brown bottle of sweet red Tubori wine
[Action: Gavin ab Harkness is seated in one of the theatre-style wooden chairs; he slouches forward, with boots pressed flat on the ground.]
[Action: Katarina ab Brayston is seated towards the middle, attention paid to Lei.]
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair approaches a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, closing the distance.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair is near.
"Reckon you've all had a look at the items on display?" Lei questions out, her speech its standard clipped mess of northern accent and coarse twang. She gestures with her mace to the baskets.
Adelaide dul Courdelay slips in late, intentionally finding a place of to one side from where she can observe. A smile on her face, she discreetly draws a ledger from her bag.
A wiry lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair whispers to a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, 'That's what the blue ribbon means, mate.'
[Action: Adelaide dul Courdelay stands to one side, watching the auction and, apparently, taking notes.]
"I'd better go see what was up with Lloyd..." Beth comments, furrowing up her brow and slipping out.
Beth begins to move east.
Beth crosses the center of the room.
Aios surreptitiously checks his belt pouch, aiming a private frown at the contents.
Beth leaves east
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes drops his gaze to dirty and blood stained boots at his feet. "Should have guessed."
Maxwell Wattkil arrives from the east moving quickly
Maxwell Wattkil slows to a halt.
"For the fun of the thing," Lei sends out to her audience, left eye pinching a squint, "Winner of the basket wins a meal with the basket's maker. If you got a basket up here, an' you ain't keen on keepin' clam about it's yours, speak up an' say so. Otherwise, it's anonymous."
Maxwell Wattkil quickly slips on in, rolling his shoulder, before he casts a small wave about, before slipping out to stand nearby Lei, a bit guardishly, mayhaps.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair clasps a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes gingerly on the shoulder, attempting to avoid a wound, then tries to catch Aios' attention with a friendly, two-fingered salute in the air with his other hand.
"Any questions?" Lei bumps her mace to armored leg, picking up a hairy brow.
Katarina ab Brayston grins faintly at the mention of speaking up about baskets, before seeing Maxwell Wattkil wander in. She nods his way subtly before looking to Lei once more.
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes has lost link.
"Yeah, which one's yers?" Aios hollers at the mistress of ceremonies. [Aios]
Ariel chuckles under his breath at Aios's question to Lei, his grin broadening crookedly as he sits back. Arms crossed over his chest, he waits for the bidding to start.
"Keep yer order," Lei grunts out to that unruly voice, chin up, "or you'll be ejected from proceedings."
Loken Baggs Ronthe arrives from the east
Loken Baggs Ronthe slows to a halt.
Action set to:
Ariel is sitting watching the bidding.
Gavin ab Harkness glances sidelong towards Daravi now, then waves him over with a beckoning hand, patting the seat beside him. It's empty. That done, he slants a look towards Lei and lifts a quizzical brow. "I'm sure Cellan would want everyone to know that the proceeds are going towards something charitable, I think," he adds. "And, on my own behalf, I offer thanks for holding this during Golden Week, and making this entire festival, along with the troubadours, a success."
Safir Mara'aye eats a light pear and walnut cake soaked in honey.
As he enters, Loken Baggs Ronthe opts to keep near the entrance merely observing. A nearby ballroom staff points him towards the refreshments, to which he silently lifts a hand and shakes his head. [Loken Baggs Ronthe]
[Action: Loken Baggs Ronthe lingers behind the bulk of the going-ons nearby the entrance to the ballroom]
Aios idly rubs at his chin with the back of a hand.
Daravi silently makes his way over to Gavin ab Harkness and takes a seat next to the man, keeping quiet and focused on Lei.
Due attention is spent on Gavin ab Harkness's added notes, and Lei points her weapon to his seat, repeating high and aloud for anyone who couldn't quite hear it: "S'right. As I said before- Proceeds are up for the Queen's charity. And, ah, I'll note: coin from winning bids'll be collected after the event."
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair checks his person briefly, looking for spare change hidden in his pockets and pouches.
Lowers himself into a seat, a grimace and a groan taking their turns before he finally finds himself in a comfortable position. "There's a basket with a massage and lots of wine. Now that sounds promising." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes says in a hushed tone to a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
Lei glances Maxwell Wattkil a look, now, and bumps a short knock of fist to her breastplate. After that, she addresses the crowd again. "Bidding begins with basket number one, clearly marked, here on this auction table-- unless," and she pauses, scouring an eye over the crowd, "unless there's special request on another one for starting."
[Action: Daravi is seated next to Gavin ab Harkness with his hands up the opposite sleeve and placed in his lap.]
look in 9.basket (basket one: currently up for bidding)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
a venerable and beautifully-detailed viol made from cypress
a timeworn lute with a spruce soundboard and cypress bridge
an antiquated lap harp made from the wood of a cypress tree
Loken Baggs Ronthe begins to count their money.
Loken Baggs Ronthe wrinkles his nose as he grips his coin purse, which sounds all but nearly empty through the lack of abundant jingling. Exhaling a sigh, he blows air through the right corner of slightly pursed lips.
Lei grunts, plodding over to snag up the basket marked with its large-lettered 'ONE'. "Right, folks. This one's got some musical bard instruments. A few of 'em."
Lei holds up the harp, first. "How 'bout a bid? Eh?"
"40 silver.. I gots forty on the instrument one!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes calls out. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"Hundred for the basket," Ariel laconically calls in a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes's wake, faint smile playing over his lips. "I -want- those instruments." [Ariel]
"Hundred-fifty silver," Katarina ab Brayston offers gamely, flashing Ariel a smile. [Katarina ab Brayston]
"We got a hundred silver, folks. Anyone wanna beat out the Baron Savir?" Lei shows the lute, now.
Maxwell Wattkil remains quiet, rolling at his shoulder, squinting.
"Hunnerd fifty!" Lei nods at Katarina ab Brayston.
"Two hundred!" Ariel shouts, his grin only broadening as he winks Katarina ab Brayston's way. [Ariel]
"Two hundred," grunts Lei, lips thickening.
Katarina ab Brayston laughs very softly, amused. "Two hundred fifty." Mischief glinting in her blue eyes.
"two... fifty!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes replies, looking slightly worried. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"two... seventyfive!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes replies, looking slightly worried. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
Beronica Destral carefully considers the instruments as they were pulled from the basket. "Three Hundred!" she calls out.
"I see what you bloody folks are after!" Ariel shakes a fist in mid-air, gleam of mischief bright in his eyes. "I apologize to the woodworker who is going to have to deal with dinner with me, but I -will- have that viol. Five hundred!" [Ariel]
From somewhere near the back of the room comes a small groan. [a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair]
Lei coughs a noise, eyes tight with eager interest. "FIVE gold crowns!"
"Five hundred and one!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes retorts in defiance! [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes begins to count their money.
Beronica Destral snorts lightly at Ariel. "I could make one that is far better than that," she informs the baron.
Lei stabs a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes a dull look.
Katarina ab Brayston laughs very softly again, leaning back into her seat as she watches with interest.
A wiry lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair whispers to a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, 'Can you even play the viol, mate?'
"You are fu- playing with me, sir." Ariel shoots a dark look a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes's way. "Six hundred." [Ariel]
"I'll take bids in crowns from here," makes up a new rule. "Six crowns, Baron Savir." [Lei]
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes whispers to a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair, 'No.... but it's fun to piss nobles off'
Daravi glances around between each of the bidders and offering a small nod, before turning his attention to Gavin ab Harkness and then Lei.
Safir Mara'aye clears her throat after Ariel's last shout to a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, continuing to eat a light pear and walnut cake soaked in honey and in no way interested in the basket.
"No thanks... he can have's it now." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes leans back in his chair, quite pleased with himself. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
A wiry lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair whispers to a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, 'Until you're publically flogged, sure, mate...'
"Marquessa?" Lei eyeballs Katarina ab Brayston.
"Seven crown," Beronica Destral calls out to Lei. She gives Ariel a slight smirk. [Beronica Destral]
Katarina ab Brayston shakes her head as Lei queries of her a bid. Smiling to the woman before looking surprised over to Beronica Destral.
Lei licks her lips, popping stare back to Ariel.
"I should let you have it and make you be on the hook for seven crown." Ariel shoots a narrow-eyed stare Beronica Destral's way. "...But I won't. Eight." [Ariel]
"Eight! Going once.." Lei shows some yellow teeth.
"A master can tell master work," Beronica Destral replies back to Ariel. "Nine!" she calls over to Lei. [Beronica Destral]
Beronica Destral has returned from IAW.
"S'at th' master work y' put down a moment ago?" Aios wonders innocently of Beronica Destral. [Aios]
Lei tongues those teeth again, bloating a look of satisfaction. "Ten, Baron?"
"Ten," Ariel sighs mildly, leaning back in his chair. "But I'm beginning to lose interest... surely I could commission similar pieces at half the price... you must -really- like this woodworker, aye, Mistress Destral?" [Ariel]
"I can still make better," Beronica Destral replies to Aios before offering Ariel a small shrug and a wolfish smile. [Beronica Destral]
"Ten. Once. Going Twice." [Lei]
"That is very rude," Ariel murmurs to Beronica Destral, arching a dark brow her way. "Show some manners, Prime?" [Ariel]
"If only I had th' need for any o' that. I'd bid just to piss 'em off." Maxwell Wattkil idly mentions aside to Lei, perhaps a bit amusedly. [Maxwell Wattkil]
"Sold!" calls Lei, pointing a finger at Ariel. "For ten crowns, to Baron Savir. Step up, Lord, an' claim your basket.
Loken Baggs Ronthe tongues his cheek in a moment of thought as he eyes the other baskets. A hand reaches underneath to stroke at the hair lining his cheeks and chin underneath his helmet. Soon, he begins for where the majority of the commotion goes on. "Question, if I may?" he calls out once the auction's all done, the inquiry directed towards Lei.
Beronica Destral bows her head towards Ariel in acceptance of the mild reprimand. "My apologies, my lord."
"Bloody swells, y'know what we could do with ten crowns mate?" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes asks Skye, a lower whistle proceeding his words as he shakes his head. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"On to basket number two," Lei pronounces, ready to hand Ariel the one in her arms. She does knock Loken Baggs Ronthe a peer though. "Speak up."
"Price is indeed high," Gavin ab Harkness calls out, and slants a look over his shoulder towards a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes and his chatty companion. "But, now the baron's got less, and the reeves'll distribute it out as charity. The poor get richer; the rich get dinner. Well, a dinner date."
"Beats me. I never had that much in my life if I put it all together," a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair mumbles to a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes, suddenly looking somewhat dejected. [a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair]
Ariel uses his cane to lever himself out of his chair, limping gamely up the aisle to Lei. "Spending money, one of the few joys left to a married cripple with a child and a second on the way. Glorious. Take it from my account."
Lei puts an antiquated lap harp made from the wood of a cypress tree in a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon.
Lei puts a timeworn lute with a spruce soundboard and cypress bridge in a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon.
Lei puts a venerable and beautifully-detailed viol made from cypress in a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon.
After Ariel speaks, Loken Baggs Ronthe seems to resign, shaking his head at Lei. "Seems my question's been answered. Thanks anyhow." [Loken Baggs Ronthe]
A random passerby replies to a bit of gossip, "So I was out roughin' it in the wilderness west of the city, lookin' fer good wood to hew to make some stuck up gentryman a nice set of chairs, and what do you know - I seen a Daravi encampment out in the woods with soldiers and everything! Oh, aye! The tents were worn, but they looked like they mighta been fancy once. There was some crest on the flaps, nothin' I recognize, but with the soldiers about, I didn't stick around for a good look. Do the authorities even know that there's a whole little camp of them Daravi right outside of the city? I thought the Knights were supposed to do patrols or somethin'. ". [Rumor #28]
Daravi eye's drift over Gavin ab Harkness as he stands up and then wanders around the room again.
Ariel happily accepts his basket, peering into it with a broad, appreciative grin. "Someone's going to spend a dinner being serenaded by me on the instruments they made!" he calls to the room at large, trundling back to his seat.
As the first sale concludes, Gavin ab Harkness turns towards Daravi and asks him in a low voice - meaning only those dead-set on eavesdropping might overhear. "The name Qadriyya. Does that ring a bell? I just want a yes or no," he tells him.
Lei cuts Ariel a curt nod while delivering the basket into his possession, then strikes over to lug up the next. "Aright!" (8.basket, folks.) "This one's mostly wine. Any wine-drinkers?"
Looking perhaps a bit paler than before, a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair loosens his collar a bit, then taps a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes lightly on the man's good shoulder. "I'm gonna go get some fresh air and head to work, mate. Catch y'later, eh?" He mumbles over, before rising to his feet and slinking toward the door. [a wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair]
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair begins to move east.
A wiry Lithmorran man with chestnut brown hair leaves east with shoulders slouched and head bowed.
"Aye, aye!" Aios chants at the drinker question. [Aios]
look in 9.basket (basket 2, on auction right now):
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
A Training Voucher
a rectangular ribbon-tied box of various gourmet chocolates
a lopsided round brown coconut, husk covered in coarse hair
a loose cord bracelet dangling a bathhouse membership charm
a round, waxed wooden token, for a massage at the bathhouse
a square-bodied bottle of sweet, Mont Innes red apple cider
a slender night-dark bottle of 357 Sunset Barony red shiraz
a slender clear glass bottle of 357 Zadossa sauvignon blanc
a small black glass bottle of 357 sweet Vavardi red malmsey
"Now yer talking!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes damn near yells out, the effort causing him to double over with a wracking cough. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
Beth arrives from the east
Beth slows to a halt.
"Chocolate. Coconut. Massage. Starting at a crown!" [Lei]
"Crown and 20..." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes raises his hand. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"No" Daravi states as he doesnt take his eyes off Lei half listening to what the woman is saying. [Daravi]
Katarina ab Brayston strokes a strand of hair behind her er as she watches the group and their bidding. Eyes flicking between Lei and Maxwell Wattkil.
Aios grunts, "One fifty."
"Can I get two?" Lei holds up the basket, wine bottles poking out the top.
"Two crowns," Ariel lazily bids, despite an expression of decided distraction; he's still investigating his new instruments. [Ariel]
Beth sneaks back in, peering curiously around. She whispers to whoever is closest, "Did I miss many of them?"
"Going once!" [Lei]
"Two crowns to the Baron! Twice!" [Lei]
"Really? Come on people, I don't even want it," Ariel sighs, glancing around the room. [Ariel]
"Oy, I ain't got all that t' go up 'gainst th' good Doctor," Aios admits, but at the last moment says, "Three?" [Aios]
"Three from the peg leg!" Lei shifts up her stance. "Once! And twice!"
"Sold, to the peg leg!" [Lei]
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair arrives from the east
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair slows to a halt.
Aios leans into a graceless bow in Ariel's direction, making his way toward Lei to accept the basket.
Lei nods at Aios, beckoning his approach. "Names'll be officially gave up later, after auction's over."
Lei gets a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon.
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair enters into the ballroom, bowing to those appropriate to bow to, nodding to most everyone else.
Aios approaches Lei, closing the distance.
Aios is near.
Lei gives a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon to Aios.
Beronica Destral smiles over to an extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair as he arrives to the scene and waves him over next to her.
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair smiles to Beronica Destral, moving to stand next to her.
[Action: an extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair is standing next to ber.]
Aios lumbers back into the crowd, peering closer at the contents of his newly won basket.
"Basket three!" Lei carries on, pointing to the bundle. "Roses an' masks an' things!"
Katarina ab Brayston looks over to Aios before letting her attention filter back to Lei.
look in 8.basket (basket 3; currently on auction)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon holds:
a set of matching polished brass bells in all various sizes
the ghost jester mask
a feather embellished paper mache masquarade mask
a long-stemmed, soft white rose
a long-stemmed, soft pink rose
a long-stemmed, deep red rose
a long-stemmed, creamy yellow rose
a lightweight silken scarf wrapping loosely around the neck
a proper set of linen gloves, buttoning closed at the wrist
some delicate, suede riding gloves with delicate embroidery
Daravi keeping his voice low as he speaks directing it to Gavin ab Harkness, "What's the importance of such?"
Beronica Destral drinks Tubori wine from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
"I'll take a crown for starters!" [Lei]
"Sounds like a good time!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes offers a toothy grin "I'll go a crown" [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"I think this one is likely -very- worth bidding on," Ariel hints, glancing around the room with a quirked brow. "Particularly if you like a laugh." [Ariel]
Maxwell Wattkil states, "...Uh. Two gold, I s'pose."
"Three crowns?" Lei fishes, scanning.
"Your exiled princess. I've an interest in her. Apparently you don't know much," Gavin ab Harkness demurs, again speaking quietly to Daravi, though the recurrence of bidding catches his attention. So does another drink from his flagon of ale. "Five!" he calls out, and it's quite obvious he's got no clue which basket is at issue.
Maxwell Wattkil begins to count their money.
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes begins to count their money.
"Five and ten!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes retorts. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair looks around, trying to peek into some of the baskets, trying to see which to bid on.
"Five from the consort!" Lei clears up her throat. "Do I hear six?"
"...Six?" Maxwell Wattkil helplessly offers, shoulders raising and falling, though his eyes go towards Lei. [Maxwell Wattkil]
"Six it is. I hear seven?" Lei knocks her mace to table.
Gavin ab Harkness drinks whiskey from a lidded ceramic flagon, bearing a festive evergreen wreath.
"Aw feck it.... seven!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes appears slightly paler than before. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"Seven!" Lei sends a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes a dirty look.
Daravi watches intently as he keep the conversation at a low voice, "Or that it is exiled and it doesnt matter."
You get a venerable and beautifully-detailed viol made from cypress from a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon.
"I have no idea which one we're even on," Gavin ab Harkness admits with a whiskey-scented exhale, Daravi the unfortunate beneficiary of his murmuring. "Ten, and we can move along," he wonders, nodding at Lei.
"Seven and half!" a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes yells back at Lei! [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
Ariel leans back in his chair, plucking the strings of his viol absentmindedly; he seems to be tuning it, adjusting the pegs to knock the strings back. "Come on, Harkness, let somebody who wants it win it!" he shouts.
"Ten, from the consort!" Lei calls aloud. "Going once!"
"Twice!" [Lei]
Beronica Destral looks over to Gavin ab Harkness and just chuckles as she takes a drink from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
"And sold!" [Lei]
Beronica Destral drinks Tubori wine from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
Lei gets a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon.
Katarina ab Brayston gets a bottle of Apple Pyre brandy from an embroidered, and reinforced shoulder-bag of dusky muslin.
Katarina ab Brayston drinks brandy from a bottle of Apple Pyre brandy.
Lei picks up the basket, nodding to Gavin ab Harkness. "An' movin' on.." she drawls, "to basket four!"
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair pulls out his pad, ' Have I missed much?' he asks of Beronica Destral as he displays the page to her.
look in 7.basket (basket 4, on auction right now:)
a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a blue ribbon holds:
( 6)a miniature croissant, flaky on the outside but soft inside
a crimson-petalled leather rose blooming atop a rolled stem
a pair of elegant fur-trimmed gloves in smooth dark leather
( 2)a sealed clay jar holding a hearty, wine-based venison stew
a round loaf of crusty nine-grain bread, baked golden-brown
a block of soft chocolate fudge, flavored by sprigs of mint
an open-faced plum crumble tart, drizzled with honey swirls
( 2)a round clay jar filled by honeyed apple and strawberry jam
( 2)a round clay jar filled with honeyed pear and raspberry jam
a small sealed jar of soft, spreadable herbed goat's cheese
a warm, comfortable blanket sewn from thick grey wolf pelts
( 2)a dark green bottle filled with sweet but heady spiced mead
Gavin ab Harkness stands from his seat, then ventures another swig of whiskey: his breath is hot and peaty, and he approaches Lei, drawing out a single coin from the purse attached to a twice-wrapped leather belt with a sword and dagger sheath. He presses it into her palm, then takes the basket, looking into container with a modicum of curiosity.
Katarina ab Brayston slips a bottle of Apple Pyre brandy from satchel, opening it and taking a drink before resting it back within the garmet. Legs cross at the knee.
Gavin ab Harkness approaches Lei, closing the distance.
Gavin ab Harkness is near.
Gavin ab Harkness gives Lei some coins.
Beronica Destral glances over to read the pad briefly then shakes her head at an extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair. "Only three of the nine baskets sold so far," she tells him before looking back front.
"Jams an' baked goods! All sorta tasties!" Lei grunts Gavin ab Harkness a nod, pocketing his payment.
"Three crown.. enough foreplay, let's get to the deed already." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes mutters. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
Lei gives a neatly woven, deep wicker basket tied with a pink ribbon to Gavin ab Harkness.
Lei whispers to Gavin ab Harkness, 'That's the globe jester's.'
Gavin ab harkness whispers to Lei, 'The frak do I do with one of those, Lei?'
Katarina ab Brayston looks to Lei, curiously as she considers the basket. "Five gold."
Gavin ab Harkness returns to his seat, sending Lei a faint grin.
"I'll take a crown for the baked goods and jellies!" Lei calls out, lips twitching a thin smirk after Gavin ab Harkness's retreating figure.
Aios tells you, "I have a pink one in my arms. Is that the one with eggs and the OOC event items in it? That was my other guess, other than the one I bought. Which was wrong."
"Err. Six gold!" [Lei]
"Looks like quite a picnic. But I don't really want to go on a romantic picnic with a man," Ariel mildly observes, keeping out of the bidding. [Ariel]
Beronica Destral looks over at a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes as she arches an eyebrow. "Seven crowns," she calls out her bid.
"You only wish to serenade him, my lord?" Adelaide dul Courdelay calls over a question to Ariel. [Adelaide dul Courdelay]
"Fine.. eight crown, it better be good food." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes shrugs. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
An extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair chuckles silently to Beronica Destral as she bids.
"Nine! I'll take nine!" Lei is looking relatively pleased with herself by now, chest puffing a bit underneath her armor.
Katarina ab Brayston chuckles softly as she looks between Adelaide dul Courdelay and Ariel. Clearly staying out of the bidding now.
"I'm a performer by nature, you know? I'd serenade a sign post if it were capable of saying 'good show, m'lord' afterward," Ariel flippantly calls toward Adelaide dul Courdelay. [Ariel]
"Ten!" Beronica Destral calls out to Lei before shooting a smile to an extremely tall vavardian male with auburn hair. [Beronica Destral]
A lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes gets a delicate porcelain cup from a banquet table laden with food.
Maxwell Wattkil merely squints at said basket, raising and lowering his shoulders.
Beronica Destral drinks Tubori wine from a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings.
Beronica Destral discards a thin crystal wineglass with subtle fiery engravings as empty.
Daravi rolls his shoulders back and adjusts himself in his seat, still sitting up straight and tall.
"Ten from the doc! Can I get eleven?" Lei's beady eyes whip over the audience.
"Ain' no food worth that, I'm out." a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes replies setting back in his chair. [a lithe fellow with copper hair and sea-blue eyes]
"Goin' once!" [Lei]
"An' twice!" [Lei]
Beth giggles back over at Ariel's words. "But what if it just seemed like it meant it?" she wonders.
"Sold to the Doc Prime!" Lei picks up the basket. It looks heavy.