"The point of traveling is not"
 "To arrive but to return home"
 "Laden with pollen you shall work up"
 "Into honey the mind feeds on."

 *rings the bell steady* "Pilgrims are persons in motion – passing through territories not their own – seeking something we might call contemplation, or perhaps the word clarity will do as well, a goal to which only the spirit’s compass  points the way."

 "Pray help the elderly, help the young, we all make our pilgrimage as one."

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Long long ago, a child was about.
His dreams were chaotic, disordered, uncontrolled.
One day he was an warrior, valiant and fearless.
Other day he was an sorcerer, wise and intelligent.
There was days he was a gatherer, taking from the land it's bounty.
As well as days he was a builder, meticulous and analytical.
One of these days, he found an old, old brick.
He showed it to his grandpa, eyes full of wonder.
With a warm smile, the parent told the child.
Of a story, very important, a lesson for life.
From all the wise words, a singular phrase stuck.
Blessed be Nald'thal, blessed be The Trader.
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Years years later, an young adult was about.
His dreams had a form, a body and a soul.
He began to build his first house, with the brick he had found.
Sweat, tears and blood, sacrifices for the land.
As the home was ready proud filled the grown man.
Prouder became the man, when the land began to prosper.
For a single house became two, for a single person became ten.
For two houses became twenty, ten person became several.
All inhabitants were happy and cheerful.
The coin circled around, in riches a town was found.
Everybody came curious, curious about this land.
Curious about it's founder, and his powerful secret. 
What said the man, when asked about the success?
Blessed be Nald'thal, blessed be The Trader.
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Years years afterwards, a town became a city.
Full of gold, silver and a thousand good souls.
It's symbol, the cowry, it's flag, a balance.
It lorded over commerce, it lorded over the underworld.
In the center was an old man, very wise, very smart.
Through course of life he saw, the fruits of his labor.
Sweat, tears and blood, sacrifices for the land.
Valiant and fearless, wise and intelligent, meticulous and analytical.
Such was the qualities of his people.
One of these days, his grandson came to him.
He had found a brick, eyes full of wonder.
With a warm smile, the parent told the child.
Of a story, very important, a lesson for life.
From all the wise words, a singular phrase stuck.
Blessed be Nald'thal, blessed be The Trader.

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Vaughn Antain removes the stylized mahogany lapharp from his side, tuning it a moment while looking to Jaques with a smile before plucking it's strings.

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"Now to honor us with a story and thoughts, Lord if you will be so kind."

Vaughn Antain looks hesitant before saying, "I would think another would tell better stories, but I shall keep the mood."
Vaughn Antain nods to Chuta Allfriend.

Leanne Delphium smiles. "Lemme accompany you, Mr. Vaughn."

Chuta Allfriend points to himself and looks around. "This humble servant? Oh, alright. I guess if'n you need a story, I can think of one."

 "Show'a hand for the music, hm? I know it takes a bit of doin' to keep on keepin' on while someone else rambles, hm?"

Chuta Allfriend grins. "Rough crowd tonight. Tha's alright thought. I've got a story to the beginning of everything we think we sort of know, somethin' that goes way back to the Twelve when they were still figurin' out they weren't thirteen."

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 "Now, I wasn't born in the visage of Nald OR Thal, and it's worth mentionin'. They're not one person, but two aspects. Course, back when the Twelve first realized they were somethin' else, no one recognized it."
 "Rhalgr rose up and spoke loudest. 'I'm Rhalgr, and my enemies are destroyed!' An' course, besides him, Halone spoke up. She IS the Fury, afterall."

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 "An' so the Twelve," he said, whispering in a stage aside behind his hand, "though they were really Thirteen, then, they decided to show off and figure out who was the greatest amongst 'em all."
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 "So they proposed to their fellow Twelve. 'How's about we have a show to show who's the greatest?' And their peers answered, lining up to show off to everyone else how great they were.
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 "First in line was Halone, and Nald stopped her before making her claim. 'Let us hold your spears, so you might be unburdened.' And she did, and then she spoke to the People how she might save them. Nald, however, just handed the spears to Thal."
 "Behind her was  Menphina, and before letting her speak Nald asked for her skillet. And while she spoke of how she might tend the People, Thal placed her skillet away for safe-keeping."
 "So and so they went. Thaliak left his books. Nymeia, her wave. Llymelan left her harpoon, and Oschon his staff."
 "Bryegot left his hammer and Rhalgr his staff,  Azeyma her fan. Nophica's scythe remained behind, and Althyk left his greataxe."
 "Finally, Nald and Thal wheeled out a collection of their peers' greatest gifts ans symbols and beseeched the people. "Though we may be but simply traders," they said, " Look upon our works, and see that all powerful must offer payment before being free to speak."
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 "Be mindful of your gil, friends." He smiles, looking about the crowd. "You all know where portions of it are due."
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The two bards continued to play the melodic music. Introductions were kept short and Chuta with his grin said his thank yous as Garryson stepped up to share his words.

 "It is an honor and a privilege 'ta stand before ya today. My name is Garryson Shipkeeper, founder of the XI:7 corporation. We are 'ere 'ta honor one of the Twelve, and whenever we speak of the gods, there is a certain amount 'ta faith involved. That is what I'd like 'ta speak to you about today. To me, the essence of faith can be explained with three simple words: "But if not."
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 "We're told stories of the gods walkin' among men in ages long past. Whether they're true or not... its hard 'ta tell. The gods might be real. They might not. I think what is more important is how we lead our lives. This is the age of man. We do not study the divine 'ta mimic what they do. Rather... we study them 'ta become what they are.
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 My tale both ends and begins here in a manner of speaking.

Xenedra Ambreaus grins broadly.

 So, each day when the brothers rose, they readied themselves for a journey out of the valley in which Halatali used to lie in to either the market to the northwest or to the highlands along the border of the Black Shroud.

 Miqo'te, dark and dappled as the wood itself, slunk from the trees and rose up amoungst the aldgoats as if from no where.

Xenedra Ambreaus slinks a circle at the foot of the "stage."

Xenedra Ambreaus stabs her empty fist in three quick motions in the air in front of her.

 -felling three before the brothers were even aware of their presense, and another still, before the pair were able to fight back.

 Adding insult to injury, a harsh wind picked up and pelted them with sand.

Xenedra Ambreaus lifts her arms to block the would-be sandstorm.

 They dragged themselves to their feet and hobbled Northward in search of shelter. It didn't take them long before they found a narrow path in the cliff face and they followed it to a cave, dim and chilling, but none-the-less sheltering.

Xenedra Ambreaus looks around a bit obviously.

Xenedra Ambreaus flops to the ground without grace.

 As a unit, they sunk to the floor, exhausted, but one sunk further, more stiffly, more drained. His sibling, urged on by panic, flew to his knees at the fallen's side and at last saw the damage the raiding clan had done.

Xenedra Ambreaus gazes off blankly into the distance.

 Time passed, an eternity to the one left behind. Footsteps echoed softly and stopped in front of the brothers' forms, waiting patiently.

Xenedra Ambreaus gets to her feet, dusts herself off and snaps brusquely to the spot on the floor where she'd been. "Mortal, I haven't the time for you to wallow in your sorrows. Say your goodbyes so that I may go."

Xenedra Ambreaus holds up a hand, pinching a tiny bit of patience between her thumb and forefinger.

 Stunned, the brother could say nothing to the Goddess and her patience grew even thinner.

Xenedra Ambreaus informs the crowd curtly and turns on her heel. "I will return in a day's time. Prepare your brother and say your goodbyes or you will doom his soul to remain here." She marches off a few steps, then turns back.

 The remaining brother did as the Goddess bid him, all the while turning her words over in his head. When she returned the next day and approached his brother, he barred her path. Her expression grew dark.

Xenedra Ambreaus clasps her hands together, begging.

 "Please, My Lady Fate, hear me out before you go. I know your time is precious, but I will be brief. It is clear to me that you barely have enough time to see to all the duties that the Heavens have placed upon your shoulders. Yesterday I lost everything precious to me in life. Let me offer my service to you. Let me take the burden of collecting and guiding soul to the underworld."

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 The proposition gave the Goddess pause. Her eye grew wide with recognition.

Xenedra Ambreaus widens her eyes in a similar expression, though she is grinning.

 "What makes you think you're capable, mortal..?" she asked, curiousity and a little something more apparent in her voice... Hope? Excitement?

 She arched a brow at him and he was silenced.

 "Another must aid you in your task for all the days to come and beyond. Who would you name?"

Xenedra Ambreaus lifts one hand from the floor toward the ceiling, following it with her eyes.

 The Goddess continued as the brothers held one another and wept at their unlikely reunion. "You must be an example to the people of this land, our flock, in all matters of commerce and guide them when the time comes to their final rests. As one you will be a balance in this world. I welcome you, Nald, Thal."
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Sounsyy Mirke kneels before Sigurd Rainecourt.
Sounsyy Mirke with a bowed head, Sounsyy withdraws a coinpurse and deposits a medium sum. One coin for each of her dead. She gives a bow of her head, mutters a few words under her breath, and retreats to reflect.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out the bowl for her offerings.
Sigurd Rainecourt: May your loved ones find comfort among Thal's halls.
Sigurd Rainecourt: May you have fortune in this life and the next.


Coatleque Crofte clears her throat.
Coatleque Crofte bows slightly to Kale.  "If you would excuse me for a moment."
Coatleque Crofte quietly places a small pouch into the offering bowl.
Coatleque Crofte: "Thank you for your devotion in this."
Coatleque Crofte bows courteously to Sigurd Rainecourt.


Edda Eglantine approaches rather slowly, a set of old coins with hollowed centers wrapped around her wrist. "If you'd be so kind, sir, please say a prayer for my brother." She bows her head for a long moment.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out the offering bowl. "I am certain Thal will hear your prayers for your brother."
Edda Eglantine drops the string of coins within with some hesitation, before smiling. "Thank you, truly. May the Twelve ever guide your steps."
Sigurd Rainecourt: Nald'thal guide you in this life and the next.


Memeli Meli holds out some gil coins to leave as offering, aiming to place them in Siggy's little plate thing.
Sigurd Rainecourt kneels down to offer the plate for her.


Annunu Nunu holds out a pouch full of gil.  "Please offer prayers for the safety of Chuta Allfriend, and be my intercessor with the Merchants in this matter."
Sigurd Rainecourt: May he have a comfortable passage into Thal's halls.
Sigurd Rainecourt: And may Nald bring him fortune.
Annunu Nunu: Hopefully no time soon, o holy one.
Annunu Nunu bows courteously to Sigurd Rainecourt.


Annouille Andouillant blinks some more in confusion, then steps forward to speak with Sigurd.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Glad you could make it, Annie.
Annouille Andouillant: "Thank you. It was... comforting."
Sigurd Rainecourt: I'm glad you felt so.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Do you wish to offer prayers for someone or for yourself?
Annouille Andouillant shifts awkwardly. "I confess that... I am unfamiliar with... customs. I wanted to offer a prayer but I do not wish to act offensively..."
Annouille Andouillant: Can I pray for those who have already passed?
Sigurd Rainecourt: It is said that Thal's halls are lined with gold. Fortune in one's life can bring comfort afterward. Gil is customary, but Thal will hear prayers regardless.
Annouille Andouillant nods slowly. "I see."
Sigurd Rainecourt: If you wish to pray for good fortune in life, offer your prayers to Nald. If you wish to pray for the dead or to secure your comfort in Thal's halls, Pray to Thal.
Annouille Andouillant: Thank you.


Guillaume Rigolant peeks over Kale's shoulder.
Guillaume Rigolant: ... "Lo.
Kale Aideron is annoyed with Guillaume Rigolant.
Sigurd Rainecourt: If you wish to pray for fortune in life, then you pray to Nald. If you wish to pray for passage into the next, then you pray to Thal.
Kale Aideron: Oi...
Sigurd Rainecourt: Gill, what are you doing?
Guillaume Rigolant beams with delight at Kale Aideron.
Guillaume Rigolant: Waitin'.
Kale Aideron raises his palm slowly, and geeently places it on Guillaume's chest. He firmly but sloooowly pushes him away from him.
Guillaume Rigolant 's frown grows as he's pushed back.
Sigurd Rainecourt: You can come forward and make an offering or speak prayers if you like. You don't need to hide behind people.
Kale Aideron grunts, "Er...Nald, then..."
Kale Aideron: I 'ave...a 'undred gil to offer?
Guillaume Rigolant perks up at the mention of gil.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out an offering bowl. "Certainly. Do you wish to pray for yourself or someone in particular?"
Kale Aideron puts around his sword belt, finding his gil pouch. He plucks it off and drops the whole thing into the offering bowl, "Erm...myself..."
Kale Aideron looks down at his feet for a moment, not wishing to draw attention to himeslf over that particular detail.
Sigurd Rainecourt: May you have good fortune in this life and comfort in the next. Nald'thal grant you fortune.
Kale Aideron is not familiar with religious ceremony. He just stands there for an extra second or three, "Ah, that's it?"
Sigurd Rainecourt: Unless you wished to say a few words. (sorry I missed that at first)
Sigurd Rainecourt: it is said that your soul will be weighed by gil in the halls of Thal. Gil will secure comfort in the afterlife and offer you good fortune in life.
Kale Aideron seemed to have interpreted Sigurd's role as some sort of fortuneteller. He realizes this, and smiles politely, shaking his head, "No...thank you for the blessin', sir..."
Sigurd Rainecourt isn't anything like the sort. Sorry to disappoint. "May Nald'thal bring you fortune."
Kale Aideron bows courteously to Sigurd Rainecourt.
Kale Aideron gently pats Eskandar.
Kale Aideron returns, blinking a bit at the experience of having his prayer, "Well, 'opefully that 'undred gil goes somewhere..."
Kale Aideron lets his attention drift back to Eskandar, not wanting to intrude on the conversation, "I should 'ave you wait outside..."


T'ahl Tia: ..I have a question.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly.
T'ahl Tia: The offerings. What are they used for? You.. do not really use them to line temple walls, do you..?
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly not. That would be misusing offerings.
T'ahl Tia nods. "Then, you do something useful with it?"
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly no offerings are wasted. Everything is used to properly honor Nald'thal so that those prayers for fortune will be answered.
T'ahl Tia: That does not mean polishing them, though, right? This is near Ul'dah, so--
Sigurd Rainecourt: The Order of Nald'thal has no connections with the monetarists, if that's what you mean.
T'ahl Tia nods, looking somewhat relieved. "That was a worry."
Sigurd Rainecourt: The Order is independent. I was concerned about that at first too.
T'ahl Tia: It is sort of.. I mean. It is Ul'dah, so-- it is easy to wonder? I suppose.
Sigurd Rainecourt: I've lived in Thanalan all my life. It's always a concern. But now that I work closely with the Ossuary, I don't worry about it anymore.
T'ahl Tia:  I mean, there is a certain reputation, so, it is not out of the realm of-- so. I am glad to hear, that. It is not.
T'ahl Tia nods. "I lived here a few years. It sort of put me on edge."
T'ahl Tia blinks. "Right! I should leave an offering, then--" He carefully places the gil while saying a short prayer.
Sigurd Rainecourt: I consider myself a loyalist, personally, but I haven't really run into much trouble with the monetarists. Pay my taxes, follow the laws, offer my prayers.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out the offering bowl. "Pray to Nald for fortune in life and Nald for comfort in the next"
T'ahl Tia: They will not mind it, will they, if you pray for comfort for animals..?
Sigurd Rainecourt: I see no reason they would.
T'ahl Tia nods. "Good. This-- do you do this often? I mean, holding ceremonies here?"
Sigurd Rainecourt: It is the first time, but I hope we'll have more. Jancis might know more since she organized the whole thing.
T'ahl Tia beams. "I hope so, too. I would come. It was-- comforting."
Sigurd Rainecourt: She's across the room in a red and black robe with a red cane.
T'ahl Tia looks over his shoulder. "I should thank her, then. Thank you, for-- taking your time."
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly. I'm happy to help people and their loved ones.
T'ahl Tia: ..Does tapirs count as loved ones, in your mind?
Sigurd Rainecourt: I'd think so. I know some who love their pets as much as one might love a child.
T'ahl Tia nods. "She is more family than a pet, really, so."
T'ahl Tia: Thank you. I should go voer there and-- thank some more people?
T'ahl Tia has poor social skills, and sort of wanders off.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Go well and may Nald'thal grant you fortune.

Otto Vann: "Cortana did you have anything to share with a prayer or something?"\

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Annunu Nunu stands, brushing dust from her dress until she's satisfied it's clean.  "Oh my, I'll need to have this professionally seen to..."
Annunu Nunu approaches the altar.  She steps up onto the dais, staring up thoughtfully at the image of Thal, but does not pray.  Her eyes are brilliant in the light of the torches, glittering and expressionless, and it's impossible to discern her thoughts.
Annunu Nunu turns away, accidentally bumping Iron Sea's leg as she moves.  "Oh, please excuse me!"
Annunu Nunu: Had you free time this eve, sir...?
Chuta Allfriend: "I reckon I do. Not a soul's bothered to talk to me this day besides you, so..."
Chuta Allfriend shrugs at Annunu Nunu.
Chuta Allfriend smiles at Annunu Nunu.
Annunu Nunu: May I offer you dinner?
Chuta Allfriend: "Dinner? Free of charge? Methinks I should thank the Trader for this course of events."
Annunu Nunu chuckles.  "Shall I wait as you offer your thanks?"
Chuta Allfriend humbly throws himself before the lalafell. "Oh, my queen, I thank you for your offering and beseech further kindness."
Chuta Allfriend grovels shamelessly before Annunu Nunu.
Annunu Nunu beckons to Chuta Allfriend.


Crisiet Liautroix runs a gloves hand over his face, "... Aye. Right, fine."
T'ahl Tia beams at Crisiet. Beeeams. In that annoying, energetic way. "Annie is the tall one, and Eloise is the.. shorter-than-Annie one, and Cuddlechummy is the cutest one."
Annouille Andouillant stands up, stretching his stiff legs. He awkwardly waves at Crisiet. "Well met."
Crisiet Liautroix stares at the Tapir, all but ignoring Annouille in the process, "What the hells is that thing?"
T'ahl Tia scrambles up, holding the tiny tapir. "Cuddlechummy. She is not a thing. She is a person."
Eloise Sharp: Don't be scared, she's harmless.
T'ahl Tia: ..Well, sometimes she climbs onto my face when I sleep, and breathing gets difficult. So not completely harmless, but.
Eloise Sharp chuckles. "Spirited, then."
Crisiet Liautroix tuts, "What is... -she-, then?"
T'ahl Tia nuzzles his nose against the tapir's. "She is a tapir. A very small one."
T'ahl Tia: She eats dreams, I think. And.. anything put in front of her.
T'ahl Tia: ..Sometimes things not in front of her, too. She just. Wanders off and eats things.
Annouille Andouillant: "Excuse me, I want to go speak with a friend for a little. I will be back shortly."
Eloise Sharp: Have fun.
Crisiet Liautroix stares at the Tapir some more, his expression one of moody skepticism.
Guillaume Rigolant raises his voice, "'Scuse, just gon' make some offerings." He barges his way past T'ahl, then against Annouille, brushing his hand over the fabric of his pant leg, dipping into a pocket.
Eloise Sharp checks her pockets. Nope, she's spared.
Eloise Sharp: Check your pockets, T'ahl..
T'ahl Tia holds her up so that Crisiet may see her better. She somehow has an extremely judging expression on her face. Even though she is a tapir.
T'ahl Tia blinks. "My pockets? This outfit does not have any pockets."
Crisiet Liautroix returns the Tapir's judgmental expression with one to match, "'Tis strange." He says in a blunt tone, straightening his posture with a frown.
Eloise Sharp: Good, you don't have to worry about pickpockets that way.
T'ahl Tia nods. "That is the idea. ..And Cuddlechummy is not strange! She is wonderful and perfect." She keeps staring at him. Judging.
Eloise Sharp chuckles. "You have fun with Mister Tight Pants, I'm gonna pay my due."
Crisiet Liautroix glances down at the creature now and again, otherwise doing his damned best not to acknowledge the judgmental stare he's -sure- the thing is giving him.
T'ahl Tia: ..Are you having a staring contest with my tapir?
Crisiet Liautroix: No.
Crisiet Liautroix makes a straight face.
T'ahl Tia: Well. Good, I suppose. She always wins. ..She is making the face, isn't she?
Crisiet Liautroix fails to understand T'ahl Tia.
T'ahl Tia sets the creature down and looks around. Cuddlechummy does not break the stare.
Eloise Sharp pets Cuddlechummy, smiling warmly.
Crisiet Liautroix: I cannot say much for Aero's tastes. He chose me, after all.
Crisiet Liautroix smiles at T'ahl Tia.
T'ahl Tia nods. Cuddlechummy side-eyes Crisiet even as she gets pets. Or is that just her face? No one knows.
T'ahl Tia: Oh, you are not so bad.
Crisiet Liautroix side eyes the tapir back.
T'ahl Tia: You have never even tried to toss me off a cliff, after all!
Crisiet Liautroix tenses, smiling thinly, "Aye. There is, of course, a first time for everything."
T'ahl Tia nods, biting his lip. "..That is true. Is this the day, do you think?"
Crisiet Liautroix: Hmn. I should at the very least allow you to ask for safe passage to the afterlife first, no?
Crisiet Liautroix gestures to the statue ahead.
T'ahl Tia nods. "That is a very considerate of you."
T'ahl Tia swirls around to inspect the statue.
T'ahl Tia mumbles. "..In case he really does toss me off, please make sure I do not get lost on the way."
Eloise Sharp: T'ahl, I'm headed back to the bridge. You gonna be alright with Mister Tight Pants?
T'ahl Tia blinks. "..Tight pants?" He looks at Crisiet's pants. Well. "Ah-- I will be fine, there are no tall cliffs nearby, are there-- although there is a bridge--"
Eloise Sharp: I'll be at the bridge. If he tries anything, I'll just cleave his skull.
Eloise Sharp smiles.
T'ahl Tia nods, beaming. "Thank you. I do not think he will, though."
Crisiet Liautroix pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes half closed.
Eloise Sharp looks at Crisiet. "No offense."
Eloise Sharp: You ready to head back to the bridge, Annie?
T'ahl Tia looks to Annie. "..We should introduce him to Lucient."
Annouille Andouillant: Ah, I... I am not sure yet.
Crisiet Liautroix: Gods above. I am not going to throw him off a damned cliff.
Annouille Andouillant looks at T'ahl. He imagines the combined disapproval of Crisiet and Lucient, then cringes.
T'ahl Tia: See? I will be perfectly safe. And his lover likes me well enough that he would not really do it. ..And I think he is nicer than that, too.
Annouille Andouillant shakes his head slightly. "If you have business elsewhere, I do not wish to keep you occupied. Though I would not object to company."
T'ahl Tia looks at Crisiet, frowning. "..He probably could, though, if he wanted. I am sort of easy to lift."
Crisiet Liautroix rolls his eyes.
Eloise Sharp shrugs. "Nah, I'm free till tomorrow. And maybe past then, depends on whether my client gets over his fear of saboteurs."
Crisiet Liautroix wafts a hand, "I am not even sure where such a notion came from in the first place. I am not in the habit of throwing others from cliffs, you know."
Eloise Sharp: You do act a lot like an Ishgardian, though.
T'ahl Tia tilts his head left side. "But you are from Ishgard, aren't you?"
T'ahl Tia: I was surprised to see you. I thought all Ishgardians were rather fixated on Halone. You are from Ishgard, aren't you?
Crisiet Liautroix speaks sharply, yet quietly, "No."
Eloise Sharp shrugs. "Nah, I'm free till tomorrow. And maybe past then, depends on whether my client gets over his fear of saboteurs."
Crisiet Liautroix smiles, "Oh, they're far more comfortable than they look. Really."
Annouille Andouillant overhears T'ahl's question and stifles a chuckle.
Eloise Sharp chuckles. "I'll take your word for it. Prefer something loose when I don't need my armor."
Crisiet Liautroix shrugs, cocking his head to the side to peer at Annouille. It's almost as though he hasn't noticed the fellow until this exact moment.
Annouille Andouillant looks around absentmindedly, then seems startled to notice that Crisiet is staring at him. "Oh, um... Crisiet, right?"
Crisiet Liautroix smiles in a very forced manner. He looks ever so tired, "Mm."
Annouille Andouillant tilts his head slightly, wondering if Crisiet also gets tired by copious socialization. "Well met." He awkwardly falls silent after the greeting, possessing no talent for small talk.
Eloise Sharp tries not to laugh at the pair of socially-inept elezen.
Crisiet Liautroix seems to be lacking in that area too, staring a little longer before casting his gaze over his shoulder, "I need to see to my bird."
Eloise Sharp: Nice guy.


Annouille Andouillant seems lost in thought.
Eloise Sharp: You alright?
Annouille Andouillant blinks and looks up at Eloise. "Hm? Oh. I am just... easily distracted tonight. I apologize."
Eloise Sharp shrugs. "Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure that's normal for these kind of things."
Eloise Sharp: So what is it that you do, Annie?
Annouille Andouillant smiles absentmindedly at Eloise. "I work at Mealvann's Gate in Limsa. Finally took a day off."
Eloise Sharp: That's the arcanist place, right? I've been there, they made a fuss over a client's cargo.
Annouille Andouillant nods to Eloise Sharp.
Annouille Andouillant: What about you?
Eloise Sharp: Sell sword. Merchants and such hire me to keep them and their goods safe during trips. It pays well and I get a good fight every now and then.
T'ahl Tia looks around for Annie.
T'ahl Tia: Ah! Annie!
Annouille Andouillant nods at Eloise, then looks up at T'ahl's voice. "Yes T'ahl?"
T'ahl Tia promptly hides behind Annie.
Annouille Andouillant blinks, then looks down instead. T'ahl is short.
T'ahl Tia: I will just.. hide here a little while.
Eloise Sharp smiles. "You alright?"
Annouille Andouillant: ... you alright, T'ahl?
T'ahl Tia: Yes! I just-- think I recognized someone from an.. awkward moment. Conversation.
T'ahl Tia: ..More awkward than usually.
Annouille Andouillant nods slowly, looking bemused.
Eloise Sharp: We ready to go, then?
T'ahl Tia tries to place himself so that the guard cannot see him.
T'ahl Tia: Sneak out. We sneak. I vote sneak.
Eloise Sharp: Sneak? If you've got a problem, T'ahl, I can take care of them.
Annouille Andouillant: ... would you like to... continue hiding behind me as we leave?
T'ahl Tia: Oh! Oh, no, no. Not the kind of taking care of you do-- no, they just witnessed something awkward. You see-- there was this Roe, and he was really curious about how far the pink goes--
Annouille Andouillant: ... oh.
Eloise Sharp snorts. "Ah."
T'ahl Tia: So I will just-- hide behind Annie.
Eloise Sharp: Alright then.
T'ahl Tia: I think I did well enough to dare speaking to Sigurd. That is enough for today.
Annouille Andouillant steps back a little from T'ahl, his neck beginning to ache.
Annouille Andouillant gently pats T'ahl Tia.
T'ahl Tia rubs at his neck. Looking an elezen in the eyes is difficult.
Annouille Andouillant helped by standing on lower elevation. Friendship!
Eloise Sharp: Alright, let's head out. Everyone check your pockets again.
T'ahl Tia beams!
Annouille Andouillant checks his pockets, then frowns. "Oh. I... I think I dropped some things..."  He sighs.
Eloise Sharp: Anything valuable?
T'ahl Tia blinks. "Dropped? Ah! We should search for them--"
Annouille Andouillant looks a little embarrassed. "Um... not... no valuable, exactly, just... some sentimental value."
Eloise Sharp: That counts. Want to ask around?
T'ahl Tia: Sentimental value is more precious. We should look for it! ..What is it? The thing, I mean--
Annouille Andouillant awkwardly stares at his feet. "They're just... some pebbles... I doubt people will keep an eye out for those."
Eloise Sharp: What color?
Annouille Andouillant: Yellow.
T'ahl Tia: We can look out for them. Yellow should stand out.
Annouille Andouillant glances at the group of people to his left and says hurriedly, "I... don't think this is the best time to go ask people about it."
T'ahl Tia looks down at Cuddlechummy. Maybe she can help search? Does she even have colour vision?
T'ahl Tia: We do not have to ask, we just-- can search?
Eloise Sharp turns and addresses the remaining people. "Anyone seen some yellow pebbles? Our friend here lost them, they have sentimental value, he'd like them back."
T'ahl Tia blinks. "..That also works, I suppose."
Annouille Andouillant 's face turns red. "Eloise, it's fine."
Eloise Sharp turns back. "You sure?"
Annouille Andouillant nods to Eloise Sharp.
T'ahl Tia: We can still look, though--
T'ahl Tia studies the ground, searching for yellow pebbles.
Annouille Andouillant tries to search too, though he's hindered by his lack of glasses.
T'ahl Tia gets his feet wet for friendship.
Eloise Sharp shrugs at Annouille Andouillant.


T'ahl Tia hesitates. "Am I.. interrupting something..?"
You smile at T'ahl Tia.
Jancis Milburga: "Hello, pilgrim. Thank you for coming."
L'aenoh Tia: "Feel free to join the conversation."
L'aenoh Tia: "You're not interrupting."
Your eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing the tiny tapir.
Jancis Milburga digs around and finds a biscuit in a pouch.
T'ahl Tia: S-sorry. I just-- this was. Good? I mean-- it was a nice event and--
T'ahl Tia beams as Cuddlechummy gets a treat.
T'ahl Tia: It was comforting.
T'ahl Tia: So I suppose I-- wanted to, just. Say thank you?
T'ahl Tia rambles on as he does when he has no idea how being social works.
Jancis Milburga: "I am so glad. You are welcome. Honestly, I was hoping it would be a comfort. In the Traders' ah, words per say we trade a lot of pain for these moments."
Jancis Milburga: "I saw you speaking to Master Sigurd. Was he able to help you with prayers?"
T'ahl Tia nods. "Then, you succeeded. And.. that makes sense, I think." He blinks. "Yes. He answered some questions I had been wondering about."
Jancis Milburga smiles. "That is his forte. That and books. Did you have to travel far to make it here?"
T'ahl Tia shakes his head. "I have family here. So it aligned with my visiting them."
Jancis Milburga: "That is good news. And good reason. You should take some cowry shells to them."


Nathan Telluride grins broadly at the Miqo'te to his side, and lifts himself up, stretches, and approaches the altar.
Nathan Telluride stretches next to Coraliza Velia.
Coraliza Velia smiled brightly as she remained seated, her eyes resting on Nathan .
Nathan Telluride bows before the statuary. "A wandering skald's praise to Thal, and a craved boon: Lord of Prosperity, be ever our rewards based upon our nerve, and not what we deserve, else who among us would escape the lash?"
Nathan Telluride bows.
Coraliza Velia beamed up to Nathan.  She remained seated for the moment as she glanced around the crowd.
Nathan Telluride offers a hand to Coraliza. "Now, if it suits the lass, I might make good on an offering made earlier?"
Coraliza Velia took his hand gently as she lifted herself to her feet.  Her free hand reached to brush a bit of the dirt from her skirt as she gave a gentle nod.  "Of course.  I would like that."
Nathan Telluride: "Then, let us move to it. I do have some regards to offer." He nods towards the exit, and sets a guiding hand on the Miqo'te's shoulder.


Aya Foxheart withdraws a single gil coin of moderate denomination.  She draws it to her lips, before depositing it with the others.  "For good fortune..."

Jancis Milburga: "Lady Aya. How have you been?"
Aya Foxheart smiles softly, "Jancis.  I've been well, all things considered.  You?"
Jancis Milburga smiles and nods. "Same. I needed this night. Remind us all why we work so hard."
Aya Foxheart nods, smiling, "It has been a lovely evening.  Cathartic, even?"
Jancis Milburga: "That is the best word to describe it."
Jancis Milburga: "Kale, do you agree?"
You smile at Kale Aideron.
Kale Aideron is caught, a bit red-faced with his brown skin, "I'm sorry, what's that?" he missed it.
Aya Foxheart looks over her shoulder, a soft smile on her lips.
Jancis Milburga: "Lady Aya spoke of this night as being cathartic."
Kale Aideron: Cathartic? Is that synonymous with depressin'? 'cause I agree...
Kale Aideron speaks like a pleb, doesn't know the word 'cathartic', but seems to know 'synonymous'. Fascinating.
Aya Foxheart smirks and lets out a soft laugh, "Well, a drink or two will turn that right around, hmm? So at least its not a lost cause!"
Jancis Milburga: "Agreed. I should continue to thank everyone for coming."
Kale Aideron does look exhausted, for his part. He watches Jancis leave, pouting to himself, "I guess it'll 'ave to do..."
Aya Foxheart turns around on her heel, canting her head a bit as she smiles to Kale, "No reason to be so gloomy~"
Kale Aideron smiles tightly, clearly not the one to have gloomy as his default state, "Ah, just...work is thankless, 'nd long...'nd dangerous"
Aya Foxheart: "Not entirely thankless, at least, right?"
Kale Aideron keeps looking to one of the prayer wardens, appearing ambivalent.
Kale Aideron looks her over when she steps closer, wondering if he should be offended by it, "I never did it for the gil..." he up-nods at her, "What's your name? think I've seen you workin' at the Quicksand"
Aya Foxheart: "My name's Aya, I do work at the Quicksand.  I'm a barmaid~" she smiles.
Kale Aideron overhears, sighing and murmuring quietly to himself, "Twelve, Captain Jenlyns makes anyone who can 'old a sword for ten seconds a free paladin these days..." he concocts a smile again for Aya, "Ah, yea'? What brings you out 'ere, then?"
Aya Foxheart glances around, "Wel.. this brought me here..." she blinks a bit, looking back confused, "What brought you here?"
Kale Aideron looks around for one of the prayer wardens, finally deciding that it's best to get this over with, "I...'scuse me for a bit, miss?"
Aya Foxheart nods, "Mmhmm! Nice meeting you."
Kale Aideron is polite to a fault, "I'll...be right back"
Kale Aideron watches Aya stepping off.
Kale Aideron: Quite...'nyway...oh, she wanted to come, didn't she?
Kale Aideron calls out to Aya, "'ey, miss, I'm 'eadin' out to the settlement, now..." he does recognize Vaughn, extending the invitation, "Y'can come long as well, if y'like.."
Kale Aideron unfastens his armet from Eskandar, shoving his head into it. He pulls Eskandar by the reins aside, for him to clamber onto the saddle.
Kale Aideron acts like he was not overhearing the conversation, addressing Aya, "Them two comin', miss?" his voice slightly metallic.
Aya Foxheart: "I invited them!"
Kale Aideron seems to be grinning toothily at Vaughn, holding up an armoured finger, "I 'ave room for one..."
Aya Foxheart: "Perfect..!" she looks up to Kale, "I didn't bring a mount.. I'll be walking there."


Nizumi Komimi nods to Guillaume Rigolant.
Nizumi Komimi gazes upon Guillaume Rigolant in deep reflection.
Nizumi Komimi: "You've already lost one gil to me tonight, you up for losing more?"
Nizumi Komimi laughs at Guillaume Rigolant.
Guillaume Rigolant raises his voice, "'Scuse, just gon' make some offerings." He barges his way past T'ahl, then against Annouille, brushing his hand over the fabric of his pant leg, dipping into a pocket.
Guillaume Rigolant: Profit, ma'am.
Annouille Andouillant does not notice Guillame, lost in thoughts. However, he only has some yellow pebbles in his pocket.
Guillaume Rigolant brings his fingers together, extracting the stones. He places an emptied palm on his chest and smiles with earnest, a glint. "Sorry 'bout that, mate."
Guillaume Rigolant: Li'l clumsy.
Annouille Andouillant blinks. "Eh? Oh, uh, it is fine." He seems none the wiser.
Guillaume Rigolant pats him warmly on the clavicle, passing again with a light brush of the shoulder.
Guillaume Rigolant murmurs unintelligible gibberish, hoping they sound like prayers.
Guillaume Rigolant blinks.
Guillaume Rigolant peeks over Kale's shoulder.
Guillaume Rigolant: ... "Lo.
Kale Aideron is annoyed with Guillaume Rigolant.
Kale Aideron: Oi...
Sigurd Rainecourt: Gill, what are you doing?
Guillaume Rigolant beams with delight at Kale Aideron.
Guillaume Rigolant: Waitin'.
Kale Aideron raises his palm slowly, and geeently places it on Guillaume's chest. He firmly but sloooowly pushes him away from him.
Guillaume Rigolant 's frown grows as he's pushed back.
Sigurd Rainecourt: You can come forward and make an offering or speak prayers if you like. You don't need to hide behind people.
Guillaume Rigolant: Heeeey.
Kale Aideron grunts, "Er...Nald, then..."
Guillaume Rigolant: Can I complain t'yer mana--
You smile at Guillaume Rigolant.
Guillaume Rigolant: Jancis, heya.
Jancis Milburga: "Sir Rigolant you made it."
Guillaume Rigolant: I did. Gotta say, y'look particularly vicious in red.
Kale Aideron: I 'ave...a 'undred gil to offer?
Jancis Milburga: "Ah, thank you. It is a color to honor Nald'thal. What did you think of the stories?"
Guillaume Rigolant perks up at the mention of gil.
Guillaume Rigolant: Fergive m'ignorance, but I never took you for ... a priestly sort.
Jancis Milburga holds out a large pouch to Guillaume. "Here, you should take these. They are of great value." Inside should he look are lots of cowry shells of all different size and colors.
Guillaume Rigolant widens his eyes, holding the pouch to his chest. "What ... what fer?"
Jancis Milburga: "Well the priests did not one of their own ilk leading to cause ill will. I am honored to help them out. They are for prayers or trinkets and presents."
Jancis Milburga: "A trade of life, trade for good passage in death, they are for trading, really."
Guillaume Rigolant squeezes the pouch, hefting it up and down. "Trading. Gods." He purses his lips, drooping in the brow. Then he sighs.
Guillaume Rigolant: Can't say I'm allat close to the gods. Y'sure it'd be ... a wise investment?
Jancis Milburga beams at him. "Of course. It is you, afterall. No gambles there."
Guillaume Rigolant wilts, guilty. "I ... ah."
Jancis Milburga: "My trade to you, we are there for one another, yes?"
Guillaume Rigolant: Oh, yeah, 'course. Actually, hold on.
Guillaume Rigolant fishes through his pockets, retrieving a small yellow pebble. He shines it briefly on his shirt before extending it to the saintly figure.
Jancis Milburga: "Hm? Ah! It is a lovely shade."
Guillaume Rigolant nods to you.
Guillaume Rigolant: It's for uh, lookin' at, 'n stuff.
You beam with delight at Guillaume Rigolant.
Jancis Milburga: "I really like these things. I will not lose it."
Guillaume Rigolant: It's prolly completely worthless, for all I know, but ... I found it. An' I figured, hey, was pretty. Might as well keep it along, yuh?
Jancis Milburga nods in agreement. "That is kind of like life, finding things along the way to keep."
Guillaume Rigolant: Hey, uh, Jan?
Guillaume Rigolant: D'you y'could maybe teach me how to pray sometime?
Jancis Milburga: "Hm? Yes?"
Guillaume Rigolant rubs the nape of his neck,cringing.
Jancis Milburga: "Of course. I would be happy to."
Guillaume Rigolant nods to you.
Guillaume Rigolant: Thanks, I'll see you 'round.
Guillaume Rigolant bids farewell to you.
Jancis Milburga holds out a lovely yellow stone, "Sir Rigolant found this along the road one time. That is kind of what life is like, finding nice things to take with you."
Guillaume Rigolant: Same t'you.
Guillaume Rigolant staggers before Nizumi Komimi.
Guillaume Rigolant: "Hey!"
Nizumi Komimi laughs at Guillaume Rigolant.
Nizumi Komimi bows courteously to Guillaume Rigolant.
Guillaume Rigolant bids farewell to Nizumi Komimi.
Nizumi Komimi is frustrated with Guillaume Rigolant.


Memeli Meli: ....Nald'Thal, please keep my papa successful... Cuz if he's broke Popomi is gonna be in trouble and I ain't having that. Plus he'll mooch off me! That jerk!! ..Amen.


Kale Aideron speaks to his chocobo, "Think I should get a prayer, boy? Put my fate in the 'ands of someone else? Ain't really my thing..."
Kale Aideron sighs, "I don't know, boy..."
Kale Aideron: What are you grinnin' at? Bloody 'ells.
Kale Aideron: A prayer?
Kale Aideron: What the 'ells would I even pray for?
Kale Aideron is rambling to his chocobo, "You know the best kind of prayer? The one you answer yourself. With 'ard work 'nd discipline"
Kale Aideron overhears, sighing and murmuring quietly to himself, "Twelve, Captain Jenlyns makes anyone who can 'old a sword for ten seconds a free paladin these days..." he concocts a smile again for Aya, "Ah, yea'? What brings you out 'ere, then?"
Kale Aideron: Bloody 'ells, Eskandar! Don't go runnin' 'alf the pilgrims down!


Edda Eglantine takes a moment in prayer, unusually solemn and quiet.

Edda Eglantine: "I hope all is well, Sir Otto. May the Twelve guide your path well."
Otto Vann: "It will be well enough Edda thank you"
Otto Vann: "How are you?"
Edda Eglantine: "I am well, thank you. This is a mysterious place. I find my heart both lifted and burdened at the same time. Does it not affect you as well?"
Otto Vann: "It is affecting me, I am unsure if I like it"
Otto Vann: "Its hard to retain composure in a place like this and its unusual from what I normally surround myself with"
Edda Eglantine speaks quietly, her voice low. "Yes, it is much the same for me. Still, I believe it will do the both of us some good."
Otto Vann: "Perhaps your right Edda"
Otto Vann: "I can tell you now my mind is racing with problems that I have had come up due to this and how I should resolve them"
Edda Eglantine: "Then the pilgrimage was a success, was it not? I am sure with some meditation you may find the answers you seek."
Otto Vann: "I think....I will seek that actually Edda"
Edda Eglantine smiles. "Excellent." Edda bows to Otto and his lady companion. "Excuse me for a moment."


Jancis Milburga: "I am so glad you could come. Pray tell, how was Sir Iron the other night? Sir Howl?"
Edda Eglantine looks a bit sheepish. "It went rather well. I've not the knowledge and mind for such... manly things."
Jancis Milburga: "I am glad. I have to admit I do think about you both often of late."
Edda Eglantine: "Oh, is that so? Whatever for?"
Jancis Milburga: "Is something he mentioned the other day. About feeling lost and his purpose."
Jancis Milburga smiles lightly, "A man fights so much he can get lost in it, mayhaps."
Edda Eglantine looks at Jancis, pensive. "Yes, I suppose you're right. If I knew of more such things, perhaps I could do what it is he needs to find his way."
Jancis Milburga: "Alas I only know so much myself. Perhaps he needs someone on, ah, his level. To say. Not height I mean."
Edda Eglantine: Perhaps...
Edda Eglantine looks around the room. "Hmmm..."


Viral Light briefly glances to Edda Eglantine
Viral Light leans in and whispers something to Sounsyy Mirke.
Sounsyy Mirke smiles at Viral Light.
Viral Light: "I don't even know what to do to be respectful."
Sounsyy Mirke nods slowly to Viral Light. She replies quietly, "Good to see you are not harmed. Though I can't imagine the loser of a duel should be your inspiration."
Viral Light: "Losses teach more than victories do."
Viral Light: "Honestly, I found this..."
Viral Light looks around.
Viral Light: "..event quite by accident. Is there something I'm supposed to do here?"
Sounsyy Mirke returns her gaze upon Thal's visage, "Tonight I would agree," she said softly, "I've never thought highly of Thal... with all he's taken, but I guess in the spirit of things it's worth praying for the safe passage of those I've lost. Those who couldn't be here."
Viral Light: "I definitely feel like an outsider here..."
Viral Light smirks, but then shifts restlessly. She does not take the coin.
Viral Light: "I've seen men and women pray for many things. Some are answered, but most are not. I know they watch, but is it right to ask of them? Our problems are our own, and the dead aren't coming back. Perhaps..perhaps I have the wrong perspective."
Sounsyy Mirke returns the coin to its purse. "As I said, it is not for everyone. I have lost many friends on the path of the sword. I see it is only fair I repay them now."
Viral Light keeps her gaze fixed on the statue.
Iron Sea: "I get a strange feeling every time I stare like that Miss Viral..."
Viral Light: "It's a statue. Representative, to be sure, but it's a statue all the same."
Iron Sea: "I suppose it comes from my first experience being nearly dying before such..."frowns softly. "That alone I suppose is something worth praying for. "
Viral Light smirks again.
Viral Light: "I was there."
Iron Sea: "Indeed, intervention of some sort for certain. "
Iron Sea: "Even Lady Edda showed up, who by all rights had no reason to be there at all. "
Viral Light: "Don't mistake me having a sudden soft-spot for a reckless Roe as divine influence."
Sounsyy Mirke bursts out laughing at Viral Light.
Sounsyy Mirke: "It might be as close as some get in this world."
Viral Light seems lost in thought.
Viral Light twitches her ears.
Viral Light: "Ms. Crofte?"
Viral Light regains her focus.
Sounsyy Mirke looks to Iron Sea, "You were missed earlier friend. Though I dare say it's for the best, as I faired no better this round than last."
Viral Light: "Hey Iron?"
Iron Sea: "Truly...? I honestly had hopes of you taking the whole thing in my absence, but perhaps I am just a fan now. "He smiled faintly ."I've been quite busy with a few things....."Iron dead stopped in mid sentence. "
Iron Sea: "....wha.....t...?"
Viral Light: "Damn.."
Viral Light: "That'll do for now.."
Viral Light: "What?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "I've only know Iron a short while, but he has not seemed like himself of late."
Viral Light studies Iron Sea carefully.


Otto Vann: "Mirke, what does a man like me pray for?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "I wouldn't know Ser Otto. Perhaps that yer wealth and good fortune continue? Sometimes it seems that such things require a little help in maintaining."
Otto Vann: "I should pray to myself then?  Interesting"
Sounsyy Mirke: "If the gods do not care to cast their gaze your way, then yes, it is for man to make his own way. I have found that we mortals must make our own way, but that it is still good to pay homage to those who might aid your path."
Otto Vann: "I see.  I should pray to myself, for myself.  Sounds gaudy"
Otto Vann: "All the same"
Sounsyy Mirke laughs at Otto Vann.
Otto Vann: "Perhaps I should pray for a dinner to sweep you off your feet sometime in the future.  Though perhaps I speak to the wrong deity for such things"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Perhaps! I would prefer if our dinner were among the living than the dead. Though the former may make an interesting evening."
Otto Vann: "I would wonder how that would go.  I'm not much of a fighter.  You would have to act as my guard-en-vec"
Otto Vann: "Can you believe it though, a man like me.  Incapable of fighting well"
Otto Vann: "At least I excel in other things"
Sounsyy Mirke: "With a sword on hand I believe I could manage that. Though I could not trust myself in your defense with my fists!"
Sounsyy Mirke laughs at Otto Vann.
Sounsyy Mirke: "Perhaps, you should keep your armor on hand. Sometimes a strong defense outweighs an offense."
Otto Vann: "Ah that's what women like you are for eh?"
Otto Vann: "Guard my precious beard and hair do"
Sounsyy Mirke smiles and nods her head, "Indeed, we could not let any harm befall the Face of Fashion in Ul'dah."
Otto Vann: "Yes indeed, this beautiful, handsome, smiling face"
Otto Vann: "Did you get what you came for from all of this Mirke?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Mm- I believe so. Temporary peace of mind. Sometimes I seek the simple things."
Otto Vann: "Only temporary?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Indeed. Sometimes I worry needlessly over things beyond my control."
Otto Vann: "Anything I can help with?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "I'm afraid not. Though that is not to discourage you. There are merely some issues which are far reaching and I've spent a good deal of time not attending to them."
Otto Vann: "Ah.  Well in due time I will learn about them perhaps"
Otto Vann: "Who knows perhaps I can in the future"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Perhaps! Fer now, let us focus on getting that dinner afore much else?"