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Jancis · **10-12-2015, 05:11 PM**

Nathan Telluride: "By the gods! A figure of inquiry... Oh. It's you, sir!" He smiles pleasantly at Locke.
Vaughn Antain: "Fine. Been busy to say the least."
Nathan Telluride looks at his hat, which rests in his lap. "I dare say strange can be quite normal sometimes."
Vaughn Antain: "I doubt it could get stranger."
J'azhar Tia isn't used to arriving early to these things. Aioux has a way about him, of arriving at precisely the right time for this and that, neither too early nor too late. Glancing around a little uncertainly, he spots at least a few familiar faces, and gives Vaughn a slight wave before making his way over to find a spot to sit upon the steps, heedless of the Thanalan dust.
R'shesha Otharn: "Well that's good. Otherwise you'd get bored and then strange things would happen"
Vaughn Antain catches J'azhar from the corner of her eye and tries to beckon him over. She says to Shesha, "Strange things already happen, sweetie." She smirks.
R'shesha Otharn: "Stranger"
R'shesha Otharn: "That's exactly when it happens"
Vaughn Antain: "Good to see you, Sir J'azhar. Travel safe, I hope?"
R'shesha Otharn looks up at J'azhar "Hi there. I'm R'shesha"
J'azhar Tia: "M..iss Vaughn," he says, with a courteous bow. It still catches him out a little, unsure how he ought to be addressing her now, but he smooths it over well enough. "And Miss R'shesha. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Not I am glad a very arduous journey, despite the night before."
Nathan Telluride: "I see someone has not lost touch in the ways of garnering attention." He leans back again, and sets his hat back upon his head.
Vaughn Antain tilts her head. "Oh? What happened?" She looks around a bit before returning her attention to J'azhar. "Where is your...partner?"
Vaughn Antain glances to Nathan with a smirk and a slight shake of her head.
J'azhar Tia makes a slight face, somewhere between embarrassed and amused. "Aioux had invited me to a contest of..." he makes a brief motion with his hand, as though knocking back a shot. "When I departed from the Still Shore, he alas was still abed." J'azhar himself looks admittedly a little worse for the wear, slightly wan and tired.
Vaughn Antain frowns slightly. "I'm sorry to hear that. I can go back with you to help out a bit if you like."
J'azhar Tia dismisses the offer with a wave of his hand and a grateful duck of his head, grinning crookedly. "You are kind indeed to offer, but it is after all no great malady. I have left him well provided for, yes? Kishkiyya, and a great deal of water, and some ginger tea for his head."
R'shesha Otharn: "Leih'a!"
Vaughn Antain smiles. "Well, tell him I wish him well. And if you two ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
R'shesha Otharn: "Hey everyone, this is my friend Leih'a"
Leih'a Relanah glances about the unfamiliar faces around Shesha. He'd reach up, and nudge his goggles onto his forehead. "Hey."
J'azhar Tia: "My very many thanks, Miss Vaughn - and you know of course I beg that if you shall have need of any aid which we may render, you had also only to ask."
Vaughn Antain smiles. "Good to know, thank you."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont rushes up, looking a little pale, "Sorry I'm late."
R'shesha Otharn: "How ya doing?"
Vaughn Antain: "Ah! Sir Aioux! I was told you were in bed. Are you alright?"
Leih'a Relanah: "Tired, but nothing the morning's coffee can't fix. If it kicks in."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont laughs sheepishly, "Just a little hung over is all."
J'azhar Tia: " - You live," J'azhar says, looking delighted. "You are well enough to be risen?"
R'shesha Otharn grins and raises one foot like she's gonna kick Leih'a "I can help kick things in"
Nathan Telluride lifts up his hat brim. "The bell approaches..." He cracks his knuckles, stands, and stretches.
Vaughn Antain smirks. "Well, if you need anything... Just ask."
Leih'a Relanah: "Uh- No, I am fine, R'shesha, but thank you."
J'azhar Tia doesn't even wait for an answer, moving over to take Aioux's chin in his hand and turn his head this way and that, inspecting him like a mother hen.
J'azhar Tia: "Hrm," he declares, entirely unselfconscious about the embarrassing display.
Aiouxdaux Beaumont smiles at that, letting himself be manhandled. He looks tired and pale, and there are lines around his eyes showing he could have a mild headache, "I'm fine, I swear."
R'shesha Otharn: "So Leih'a, this is me and Nihka's friend Vaughn"
J'azhar Tia: "You did not drink your ginger tea?" he clucks. "I shall make for you instead some from willow bark when we Mikh'a." Wait, what?
Leih'a Relanah: "Greetings ma'am. Name's Leih'a. Skysteel Machinist."
Vaughn Antain: "A pleasure."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont: ...when we what?
Leih'a Relanah: "Hello sers."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont: ...it IS Mikh'a. Mikh'a, hey! Come over here!
J'azhar Tia spins around, hearing his name. "J'azhar," he agrees, with a bob of his head. And then to Aioux: "No, Mikh- yes." This is confusing.
Nathan Telluride: "Ah, the old tension, back again, that thrill before the crowd assembles and the eyes all focus on one spot... it's palpable, it is."
Jancis Milburga: waves a hand bell in the air, ringing cheerfully. "Welcome Pilgrims! Welcome!"
Aiouxdaux Beaumont: So you decided to show up, huh? It's been a while. Do you know Vaughn?
Vaughn Antain chuckles. "I'm sure you can handle it, Sir Nathan. In fact, I think you revel in it."
Leih'a Relanah: "R'shesha's got friends in all sorts of places, t'would seem."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, "Same... but it's been too long. Stick with us today, I've missed you."

Nathan Telluride winks at Cliodhna. "Have you a fan as shiny as you yourself are today?"
Cliodhna Eoghan Chuckles, passing Nathan a gold one and a metallic pink one for Lottie. "All of them are shiny, more so than my dress..."
Nathan Telluride accepts them, and stows the fans within the coat. "I doubt that, but I accept them nonetheless. Keep shining, my dear!"
Cliodhna Eoghan: Always with the flattery Nathan...

Nathan Telluride: "And speaking of bright souls in the rain..." He offers Vaughn a wide smile.
Vaughn Antain gently raises a hand to Nathan's shoulder. "As lovely as your performance was... I look forward to the next. Safe travels, Sir Nathan."
Nathan Telluride: "Keep leaving hearts afire and the gods favor in your trail as you walk. Are you leaving, then?"
Vaughn Antain chuckles. "I am. The crowds of idle chatter never did much for me, I'm afraid. Always out of place. But seeing friends is always a good thing."
Nathan Telluride nods. "That is and always will be true. Then, as you are determined to leave, I shall wish you all fortune, and watch you as you go, to ensure that no undue ill will follows your path."
Vaughn Antain: "You're very sweet, Sir Nathan, thank you. I wish the same to you and your lovely Lady Lottie."
Nathan Telluride: "Oh, I shall watch there, too."
Vaughn Antain looks over to Jancis and says to Nathan, "Ah, as you tend to stick around through the crowds, wish Lady Jancis well for me?"
Nathan Telluride: "There are not enough well-wishes in Eorzea to be worthy of the Lady Milburga, but I will do so."
Vaughn Antain smiles. "Thank you." She squeezes his arm and starts to head away.
Nathan Telluride offers a final grin, watching the Elezen walk away for a long moment before adjusting his collar, and looking back to the crowd.

Jancis Milburga: "Azeyma's Blessing! A rainbow!"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Aw... now it's gone..."
Nathan Telluride glances up. "Yet, it brought the sun with it. A good portent."
Nathan Telluride looks out upon the vista. "There's a truth here, for certain: even the Cataclysm could not destroy the beauty of this place. It's a fitting lesson even in the wake of the Destroyer's celebration last moon."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I like th' waterfalls a bunch."
Nathan Telluride: "They're exquisite, aren't they?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Yeah!"
Nathan Telluride: "It's but a shame there are so many hazards between here and Drybone, else more might have the chance to take all of this in."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, we can always tell our frands 'n bring 'em here."
Nathan Telluride looks back to the waterfalls. "That is not a bad idea at all. It's been ages since I had the fortune to take in a picnic. Too many nights indoors may be taming me, unduly."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah! I had a nice picnic once over by th' floatin' islands'a Nym."
Chachanji Gegenji: "It was nice."
Nathan Telluride nods quite briskly at that. "Wonderful place, isn't it? I once had a meeting with my most beloved there. It was there that she..." He pauses, and adjusts his collar. "Ah, sentiment will be the death of me, I wonder."
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, yeah... I-I was kinda on a date there wit Mel-chan at th' time."
Mina Keatley calls out, "I enjoyed your song, sir."
Locke Fairwind: "Nathan my friend. Quite a view out here, no? Glad I had the chance to catch one last song from ya at one of these."
Nathan Telluride: "It's a most remarkable place for a date..." He looks to Mina. "Ah, I recognize that visage! Thank you for coming out to support the Celebration! I hope to see you perform yourself, sometime."
Mina Keatley smiles and flips back her hair. "Certainly, sometime."
Aryk Rhaal smiles at Nathan. "Th'same man as performed for Clio an' Erik, aye?"
Nathan Telluride looks at those around him. "This is not an end, friends, but simply another auspicious beginning."
Nathan Telluride glances up high. "And so, the Warden slips into slumber for another turn, but perhaps it is that each of those stars may shine as brightly as she, somewhere."
Locke Fairwind: "Aye, I suppose you're right. Try not to be a stranger, yeah? I remember discussing some traveling with ya sometime back. Think you're still up for the offer?"
Nathan Telluride turns to Locke, nodding. "Gods, yes, and I am hoping that Lottie will soon finish her ministrations to her patients. A man does grow restless."
Locke Fairwind: "Sounds like she's been rather busy with her work. We should invite a few more friends while we're at it. The more the merrier, right? I'm so used to traveling alone these days that a few companions are more than a welcome change of pace."
Nathan Telluride glances back to the mountains. "And I care almost not where. I risk becoming something unlike myself if I cling to tightly to the hearth, sir. These feet long to touch new soil."
Locke Fairwind turned his gaze out into the distance. He remained silent for a time as he thought over Nathan's words. "Haven't gone past Western Coerthas yet myself. I'd like to see what lies beyond."
Nathan Telluride glances back to Locke. "No? I can tell you that the northern lands are most extraordinary. The ruins of the Sharlyan city... not even the invading goblins could make that place less of a wonder."
Locke Fairwind: "So I've heard. Though words pale in comparison to seeing it first hand. Perhaps we can leave it as a destination on our list, haha. It'd be one hell of a walk though."
Nathan Telluride: "We can take mounts, if the party insists. Perhaps an airship. Seeing it from the ground does not do those lands justice."
Nathan Telluride: "Just as with these falls."
Locke Fairwind: "Do airships even pass by that area? I did have the luxury of riding one of those black chocobos from Ishgard though. It was an... interesting experience to say the least. Though, a sturdier beast might have been a little less terrifying." He laughed.
Nathan Telluride nods. "There is one or two. Lottie's compatriots once took me on a ride with them." He turns to Leanne. "And there's our victorious reveler, still beloved of the Moogles despite her newfound skills. You were lovely up there, Leanne."
Leanne Delphium grins brightly. "Likewise, Mr. Nathan. Well, actually, I don't know about lovely. Goofy, irreverent, funny...! Just like Manderville man.""
Locke Fairwind: "Aye, quite a view back here. We were just discussing some travels up North. I'd have to agree with the big guy. Your song was lovely. Both of yours were actually. I'm almost sad I won't get to hear them at another one of these events. Perhaps around a campfire in the future though."
Nathan Telluride: "A bard is, rather than does. And we will perform again, even if we must organize our own shows. It has been too long since I have done so."
Leanne Delphium snorts. "If any of you two ever do organize it, I will be there! Promise."
Nathan Telluride clucks his tongue. "I am absolutely counting on it. The Redwinds are having a festival in three quarters of a moon, and there is a challenge there for bards and heralds, if you have a champion you would glorify in words and song."
Leanne Delphium: "Oh. Hm. Wonder if...if I should try..."
Locke Fairwind: "A festival? Where exactly?"
Nathan Telluride: "At the Silver Bazaar, which will greatly enrich the locals there, and bring some needed people and business to that place."
Locke Fairwind: "The Silver Bazaar, now there's a place I haven't stopped by in quite some time. Truth be told, I'm surprised people still go there. The last time I went into the area it was rather empty as I recall."
Nathan Telluride: "All the better to bring life back to it. There is room, a fine layout, and people simply ecstatic to have revelers."
Leanne Delphium: "There's not much to do there, unfortunately. Thoughtful of holding a festival there..."
Nathan Telluride: "As biased as I am to the bardic arts, I am still eager to see the Joust they have planned. I've not seen such a contest before, in all my travels."
Locke Fairwind: "A joust? Now that would be an interesting sight to see. I've only heard stories of those myself."
Nathan Telluride looks left. "Flame Festival indeed.... Elise, yes? I volunteered to assist with the event."
Leanne Delphium grins cheekily, noticing the hesitation, but speaks nothing!
Nathan Telluride: "I'm forming a small panel to proctor the contest of Heralds, and see to it that it is done fairly and pleases the crowd."
Leggerless Hanzou steps closer towards the group on her right, speaking once in place. "You are helping there? Well... I don't know if I'm expected there yet. Mayhaps I'll have to be brought along."
Locke Fairwind: "I must be out of the loop. I haven't even heard of this festival until now. Seems to be gaining quite the following though." He said to the two as he glanced back and forth between them.
Leggerless Hanzou glances down at Locke, then back at Nathan, pointing towards the former. "Is he included on that panel? He dresses nice enough."
Nathan Telluride smirks. "Not as of yet, though you may wish to flatter him further, just because."
Locke Fairwind chuckled softly and shook his head. "I'm flattered, but no. I'm no bard, if that's what you two are implying. Bring me up there to sing and I'm more likely to scare off any onlookers."
Leanne Delphium: "Pppft! They would be enchanted with your beautiful, mysterious eyes, Mr. Locke!"
Leanne Delphium: "Too much to notice your singing!"
Leggerless Hanzou gives a small shrug at Locke and Nathan. "Well, at least he'll make the singers sing... better?"
Leggerless Hanzou: "Helps when you have an audience member who you can focus your attention on, I suppose."
Nathan Telluride: "For this event, one need not even sing. It is a contest of endorsement, in a way - competitors will be glorifying their chosen champions in the contests, elevating simple competitors to glorious heroes with word and song as best fits."
Locke Fairwind: "Only if they're not enchanted by that hat of yours first, Leanne." He flashed a broad, cheesy grin her way before shifting his gaze back to the Hyur on his right. "Name's Locke, by the way. It's good to meet ya."
Leggerless Hanzou: "Wait a minute--word -and- song? He doesn't even need to sing!"
Leggerless Hanzou looks over at Locke, spurting out a quick phrase. "Elise."
Nathan Telluride: "That's true, but one has to be very skilled at bragging."
Leanne Delphium sticks her tongue at Locke's way before chuckling. "Hmm...don't know about my braggart skills..."
Leggerless Hanzou cups her hand on her face, thinking to herself. "Or just decent with their words. Like... er. Jancis being a priestess here."
Locke Fairwind: "Huh, that does sound interesting. Though, I still doubt I'd be the right man for the job. I think I'd rather watch the festivities from a far, truth be told. Mmm, it's good to meet ya, Elise."
Nathan Telluride flicks some rainwater from his shoulder. "The audience will be choosing the victor; we will be merely moderating to see that no unfairness or double-dealings creep in. Bragging contests sometimes invite overenthusiasm."
Leggerless Hanzou lets out half a smirk at Nathan before gazing out past the cliff. "Overenthusiasm? Long as they don't draw steel they should fine right?"
Leanne Delphium: "Hmm...don't think it is as simple as that.."
Nathan Telluride chuckles. "It's a contest of charisma, not combat, else we'd simply have it be last soul standing."
Nathan Telluride: "Though, some people are quite brutal with their charisma."
Leggerless Hanzou: "So I've witnessed."
Nathan Telluride: "We'll try to avoid bloodshed, but there may be strained throats and tongues."
Locke Fairwind: "I'll be back in just a bit. Oh, the rain's cleared."
Nathan Telluride: "The Warden continues to tease us."
Leanne Delphium briefly looks at the cliff with a chuckle.
Leggerless Hanzou glances over at Leanne next, with a smile on her face. "You're wearing red and white this time."
Leanne Delphium: "Well...red, white and black! But indeed. Coming to the Keeper of the Sun's pilgrimage clad in black would be..."
Nathan Telluride looks to Leanne. "The lass does dress herself like a champion."
Leggerless Hanzou: "Contradictory?"
Nathan Telluride looks down at himself.
Leanne Delphium: "Unfitting, yes." she smiles at Nathan. "Do I look bardic enough?"
Leanne Delphium snickers. "Like a Bard Champion...!"
Nathan Telluride: "Fit to stand on a high promontory, army before you, playing the march of heroes and leading them to glory."
Leggerless Hanzou looks over at Nathan, then back at Leanne. "...Nate with the perfect phrase. You look nice, Leanne."
Nathan Telluride looks down, at his shoes. "How anyone can dedicate themselves to inquiry in these horribly tight things, though, is beyond my ken."
Leanne Delphium grimaces just slightly. "M-More than I'd imagine, too." she laughs embarrassedly before performing a light, cute curtsy. "Hmm...thinking of letting go of my old clothes and use these, instead." she laughs.
Leanne Delphium: "Is it that bad..."
Leggerless Hanzou: "Well, you looks like an inquisitor. Of Inquiry."
Leggerless Hanzou: "...Yes, that."
Nathan Telluride shifts his step. "Eh, a little bit of personal suffering for the greater glory is normal enough. Still... I prefer boots for a reason."
Leanne Delphium: "Boots are certainly way comfier than these."
Leggerless Hanzou glances down at her own feet. "Shoes for me. Easy to put on, easy to take off."
Leggerless Hanzou: "...And yes, Leanne. Do wear it more often."
Leanne Delphium: "Suppose I will...!"
Nathan Telluride: "Admittedly, that we are simply hemming and hawing about footwear is suggestion enough that this event went superbly well."
Leanne Delphium snickers. "Is that so? I...well, I surely can't argue with that logic...!
Nathan Telluride looks behind him, caught briefly by the words drifting up over the stone.
Nathan Telluride: "Where to, indeed... but we have the entirety of the world to look. The very thought of it is.... stimulating."
Leanne Delphium: "Hmm...now thinking about it...wish we had a pilgrimage within Dravania...the place is marvelously beautiful and stunning..."
Leanne Delphium: "But also has a ton of danger."
Leggerless Hanzou: "Dravania... Yes, it would be dangerous, yet worth the risk. Don't know how many would be willing to go so far north however."
Nathan Telluride: "We could put this vista here to shame, perhaps, with music and cheer to be flung into the firmament... ambitious, perhaps, but... enticing."
Leggerless Hanzou turns her head left, looking out at the view present. "Aye, suppose ye could. Does sound enticing. That said, who all would create such a scene?"
Leanne Delphium pulls her guitar once more, producing a few chords with the instrument. "A simple answer for a simple question."
Nathan Telluride chews his lip. "Perhaps as many as might dare. Surely, there must be a sufficient number of brave and hardy types to make it a reality." He looks to Leanne. "I do think the Wanderer is talking to us."
Leggerless Hanzou shakes her head, letting out a few chuckles. "The elegant Leanne? I would not oppose it."
Leanne Delphium snickers, laying eyes on Locke.
Locke Fairwind: "We're thinking of holding an after party to celebrate the end of the pilgrimage. Think you lot would like to join in?"
Leanne Delphium: "I never say nay to further partying...!"
Leggerless Hanzou: "Alas, Locke, I needs make preparations for -another- event this eve. I will have to pass."
Nathan Telluride arches... both brows. "That sounds magnificent, and greatly needed. I would gladly attend, after finding something less iconic and more myself to wear."
Leanne Delphium: "And more comfortable."
Leanne Delphium quips with a giggle.
Nathan Telluride: "That, too."
Locke Fairwind nodded to the others as a smile spread over his lips. His gaze then shifted toward Elise. "Aye? A shame. At least we'll meet again at the Flame Festival down by the Bazaar, right? Knowing a lovely lady like you will be going is just more incentive to show."
Leggerless Hanzou: "...Ah, I didn't say the event I was going to help prepare. The Grindstone."
Leggerless Hanzou shrugs with the after-thought.
Nathan Telluride: "The Grindstone is not for a number of bells from now, isn't it?"
Leggerless Hanzou: "...It's the -major- thing I must prepare for. Still have minor business til then."
Locke Fairwind: "Jan is still deciding on a spot, but once she figures something out I'm sure we'd have some time to change before meeting up again. The fighting tournament, right? Didn't take ya for a fighter, Elise."
Nathan Telluride: "It seems you have been stood up, sir." He says to Locke.
Leggerless Hanzou lets out a mischievous smirk. "Who said I was fighting, Locke?" She looks at the rest and offers a small bow. "If you'll excuse me then."
Locke Fairwind let out a heavy sigh, though it sounded a tad exaggerated. "So it seems, my friend. Perhaps I will have to drown such sorrows with a bottle later on. Ah, overlooking the fights then? All the same, safe travels, Elise."
Leanne Delphium tips her hat with a sweet expression. "Good evening, Ms. Elise. Enjoy thy day."
Nathan Telluride: "Perhaps one day I will attend the contest, but I am not as entertained by combat as perhaps I might be. However, I wish for all the best spectacle to come to the way of the attendees, tonight."
Leggerless Hanzou nods once at Locke, then glances over at Leanne. "We'll talk later, I'm sure of it." She then looks at Nathan. "They'll be in good enough hands Nate." With one final nod she turns around and starts walking off into the distance.
Locke Fairwind: "Take care, Elise. Catch ya around sometime."
Jancis Milburga calls out to Locke, "Is Wineport too far?"
Nathan Telluride pats his chest. "So, when should we attend to you?" He asks Locke.
Locke Fairwind: "Shame she couldn't tag along, ah well. Hmm?" He then turned when he heard Jancis' voice. "Wineport? No, I doubt distance is a big issue. What say the others?" He asked as he glanced back at those around him.
Nathan Telluride: "There's Wine in it, so I am automatically enthused. And there are some wonderful spots there."

Celebration of the Warden

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