(2024-02-27) Legion Lass

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Author:	inkie
Summary:	Sintha Fallon drops in on Cobalt Company's Dalaran HQ to say thanks for, you know, doing that horrific battlefield cleanup thing and all. Brannagen keeps asking questions he regrets the answers to. Nunuzac learns about multiple meanings of 'vice' and gets to keep a hat probably. Lucy has joined an underground fighting ring. Lena just dropped in for a drink and some conversation and may be regretting that.
Rating:	T for Teen

Arc: Season 13

Nunuzac emerges from the portal with a quiet sound of warping magics, peering around as if she might be looking for something, but trying to act nonchalant about it.

Brannagen was looking over the titles on the shelves, but turns at the sound of the activating portal.

[Brannagen]: Sparks!

Brannagen holds his arms up and out in a gesture that could be a hug invitation, but also seems to stand on its own as an expression of generalized jubilation.

Averlena appears in the center of Dalaran HQ.

Nunuzac's eyebrows shoot up when Bran turns, that bright beard is recognizable anywhere. "Prospector Bran! Oh hello."

Nunuzac swoops in to accept the hug invitation with a quick happy squeeze of dwarven shoulders.

Lucille's table is covered in disassembled pieces of a [Field Repair Bot 110G].

[Brannagen]: How are ye!

Sintha appears directly on Lena's heels. She blinks and turns a circle, slightly disoriented. "Gosh."

Brannagen's beard-braid has come just a bit unraveled; it is due to be re-braided. His fingers are stained with ink, as is one side of his moustache, slightly.

Averlena blinks at Sintha. "Sintha, haven't seen you in an age."

Sintha eyes Averlena up and down.

[Nunuzac]: Ah, very good. I went on a dangerous task and it was achieved. I heard Kirygosa Dragon was here not long ago.

[Brannagen]: Oh, is it happy hour here at Dalaran HQ? Look at all the people? Or did I just get absorbed an' not notice…

[Sintha]: Oh, good, this is Cobalt's place. How are you, Le— Lucy!!!

[Nunuzac]: But maybe I did miss her, as it has been at least a day. *she looks over to the human women with a blink, giving a little wave*

Brannagen spots Sintha and his eyes narrow slightly, thoughtfully.

Lucille is trying to pull a Something out of a gap between two gears with a pair of pliers. "Sintha!"

Averlena glances over at the other human curiously.

[Sintha]: Do you have a happy hour here? I would not be surprised to hear it, honestly, seeing as the Ironforge one seems to be on hiatus.

Averlena turns back to Nunuzac and Bran with a smile. "Good to see you both again."

Sintha is distracted from her beeline toward Lucy and stops to point at Brannagen a little triumphantly. "And I know where I know you from!"

Brannagen grins wickedly at Sintha.

[Lucille]: Gimme a sec', I just gotta get this…

[Brannagen]: I'm a bit on the memorable side; I dinna imagine ye know many dwarves?

Brannagen smiles at Sintha.

[Sintha]: You were at Wintergarde. Am I right? *Sintha cocks a hip and puts her hand on it, tilting her head.*

Brannagen nods at Sintha.

[Sintha]: I knew it! I didn't — the other day, at first, I didn't remember, but I knew I knew it.

[Brannagen]: And how are you, lass? *He says to Lena, perhaps having no idea of her name.*

Sintha resumes her course toward Lucy, peering at the other woman's work.

[Averlena]: Doing well, all things considered.

Nunuzac stands by curiously for a moment as the others greet, sneaking a studying look at Lena while she is answering.

[Averlena]: And yourself?

[Brannagen]: Oh, I'm always good, always good.

[Lucille]: Little guy gave out on me. I think he picked up some rubble and I have no idea how it got in there.

Brannagen's gaze keeps flicking back to Sintha and going all Thoughtful, but he doesn't interrupt her.

Averlena looks over in surprise as the robot lurches into motion. "What on Azeroth…"

[Brannagen]: Oooooh.

[Sintha]: A repair bot! *Sintha does a tiny clap like Lucy just performed a magic trick. Which I guess Lucy could also do. Being a mage.*

[Brannagen]: What's it do? Can I touch it?

Nunuzac blinks at the noise and hurries over to check out the robot.

[Brannagen]: Copperworth, have ye got the barleywine in yet?

Lucille yanks a small rock out from one of its joints. "It does a lot of things! You can touch it, sure!"

Alfred Copperworth says: Not yet, sir.

Brannagen gently investigates various of the bot's joints and protrusions.

Lucille gives it commands with her [Gnomish Universal Remote], mostly making it stretch in different directions. She's clearly checking for more stuff stuck between the gears. She is careful not to have it bonk Bran in the process.

[Brannagen]: Fantastic!

Averlena just watches from a distance. She's fine not poking the robot.

[Lucille]: I haven't named him yet!

[Brannagen]: How about… Magnamor??

[Sintha]: You should call him Ben. He looks like a Ben.

Sintha surveys the robot critically.

Averlena tilts her head. Does he look like a Magnamor or a Ben?

Lucille writes that down on a little notepad. "I'll put those on the list for consideration!" The list is apparently multiple pages long already, although it's a small notepad so the pages are also small.

[Brannagen]: If it helps, Magnamor is the name of the most hardheaded stubborn dwarf in creation.

Nunuzac squints at Sintha across the table after a moment, her horns tilting along with her head. Then she steps back on her hoof slightly with a blink. "Miss Lady Charity Gala. I did not know it was you before." One of those might be the right human address?

[Brannagen]: Wait, what?

Lucille giggles.

Brannagen stares at Sintha again. He's been doing that quite a lot this evening.

Sintha brightens at Nunuzac. "Charity Gala! Yes, hello! I mean, that's not my name. What a name it would be, can you imagine? Miss Charity Gala."

[Sintha]: I'm Sintha, though.

[Sintha]: Sintha Fallon.

[Brannagen]: But 7th Legion, aye?

The Field Repair Bot 110G lies down on the table, its feet pointing towards Bran.

Brannagen squints at her like he's trying to imagine her in a ball gown. Nope, his expression reads. Can't picture it.

Sintha's smile slips a notch and then she hoists it up again. "That is correct. Siege Engineer Sintha Fallon, of the 6th Expeditionary, on secondment to the Skybreaker."

[Brannagen]: Uh oh — did I break the bot?

Brannagen peers at Field Repair Bot 110G searchingly.

[Nunuzac]: Sintha. Fallon. Yes. *she does a full stop where the part in the double names seems to be, and slowly blinks, clearly there are as many gears turning as in the repair bot.*

Lucille begins cleaning out the exhaust pipes. "Nope! You just came by during diagnostics."

[Brannagen]: Oh, whew.

[Brannagen]: I have a bad reputation for interferin' with delicate engineerin'.

Archmage John Nicholas says: So many books, so little time.

Sintha eyes Brannagen up and down.

[Lucille]: Oh my goodness!

Nunuzac taps a curled finger to her chin and eyes the ceiling. "I hear one of these somewhere else before…"

Brannagen moves around the table to stand next to Sintha, still studying her.

Sintha blinks down at Bran guilelessly. She tries another smile.

[Sintha]: Hello.

[Averlena]: Maybe you met her brother? He's been 'round Northrend.

[Sintha]: Where hasn't my brother been around?

Sintha rolls her eyes.

[Brannagen]: Tha' was a fun party. 'Specially dancin' with Sparks, there. *He indicates Nunuzac. His eyes, though, indicate that his thoughts are simultaneously on some other, more serious track.*

Lucille does an excited little 'squee' noise. "The Skybreaker! That sounds like - is it in operation yet?!"

Sintha turns to Lucy and tries to match her squee-ness. Hers is a little more faded, though. "It is, and it's magnificent. The — well. Icecrown is less so. But the ship is a beauty."

Brannagen is really studying her now.

[Sintha]: That is where I saw this gentleman the other day.

[Nunuzac]: That would make name-two the same, yes? I — oh no. I forget to return his hat.

[Averlena]: Ship?

Sintha gestures at Brannagen.

[Sintha]: Hat?

Lucille grabs Sintha's hand and squeezes, bouncing on her heels in excitement. "Congratulations!"

[Nunuzac]: The Admirable, he is your brother? He left behind his hat.

Sintha looks a little startled to have her hand grabbed and squeezed. She blinks at Lucy, tries a smile, falters, blinks at Nunuzac. "My — the Admirable?"

Lucille laughs.

Brannagen can't help but smile at Lucy's enthusiasm, his eyes almost disappearing, little inverted crescents.

Nunuzac looks a bit embarrassed. "Maybe wrong human? The names, sometimes it means family and sometimes not."

[Sintha]: No, no, I suspect you mean — probably my brother. He is actually more of a Vice than an Admirable.

[Brannagen]: Vice Admiral Siamus Fallon!

[Lucille]: Oh my gosh did he get promoted? I have been living under a rock, haven't I!

[Brannagen]: Lass, that expression is offensive t'dwarves.

[Brannagen]: Just kiddin.

Brannagen laughs at Lucille.

Sintha blinks at Bran again and then laughs.

Nunuzac brightens again. "Yes, Vice-Admirable. Vice…" Her smile goes quizzical as she searches the native Azerothians for some kind of explanation. "Vice, this is the device that squeezes?"

Lucille giggles.

[Brannagen]: Vice means a lot o' thengs in Common. For some reason every word in Common has like half a dozen jobs.

[Sintha]: It is, yes. It can also mean a bad habit.

[Averlena]: It makes jokes easier.

Lucille releases Sintha so that she can go back to robot maintenance.

[Sintha]: Yes, Common is basically designed for jokes.

[Averlena]: Is dwarvish not?

Brannagen laughs at Sintha.

Nunuzac nods as if she is making sense of all this. "I see. Not the first with two meanings I hear. It is trouble to remember them all."

[Brannagen]: Dwarvish has a different word for everythin'. But we still make jokes. They just aren't wordplay jokes.

[Brannagen]: They're mostly body function jokes.

[Sintha]: … well I was going to say that Dwarvish humor must be a step up but I suppose not.

[Brannagen]: Dwarves are not, on the whole, a subtle people.

Nunuzac muses as if draenei language doesn't probably have a ton of you-had-to-be-there insinuations depending on which millenia you're referencing.

Averlena giggles.

[Brannagen]: Legion Lass, now is likely no' the time, but I have a theng I want ta ask ye about at some point before ye run off somewhere I'll never find ye again.

Lucille looks immediately interested.

[Sintha]: Anyway I suppose he's forgotten all about his hat. He does do that. You're welcome to it, if you like ha— *Sintha blinks at Bran.*

[Sintha]: Am I — sorry, am I 'Legion Lass?'

[Brannagen]: Aye! Didn't ye say ye were? 7th Legion?

Averlena looks relieved that she's not the Legion Lass. She wasn't sure.

Lucille laughs.

[Sintha]: I did! I have not been addressed that way before but I think it's delightful, thank you.

Brannagen cheers at Sintha!

[Sintha]: I actually came up here looking for you! Or for Lady Cressidha or Sir Dane.

[Brannagen]: For us? Aye? How can I help ye?

Nunuzac considers for a moment with a nod of acceptance that Siamus does somewhat seem like someone who has plenty of hats and might not miss it.

[Sintha]: You did. Remember? I wanted to say thank you. *Sintha pauses, and then summons that sunny smile again.* You know.

[Sintha]: Also I remembered who you were, so. *She taps the side of her head.*

[Brannagen]: Ye wanted ta… thank us? Fer… ??? *He looks genuinely confused.*

[Sintha]: For — oh.

Sintha stares at Bran. Is he going to make her say it? He's going to make her say it.

[Brannagen]: Lass, it was nae favor. It was an emergency!

[Brannagen]: I'm just glad we were there in time. Did ye know, we pulled three more out o' there?

[Sintha]: Well I mean of course. But it was a help to me because I was in no posi- you did?

[Brannagen]: Aye!!

Brannagen looks as astonished as Sintha sounds.

Lucille is still cleaning her robot but she is obviously listening in. She makes no attempt to pretend she isn't.

Sintha's eyes fill with tears, ha ha that's so silly, she looks up at the ceiling for a moment and then smiles bracingly.

[Sintha]: Well. That's brilliant news.

Nunuzac glances between Bran and Sintha curiously, possibly not entirely reading between the lines.

Brannagen stares at her and doesn't say anything for a minute. Then he says something in Dwarven. Then he realizes he said it in dwarven and tries to translate, but… can't? Ends up saying nothing.

Brannagen randomly paces about the room a bit.

Brannagen picks at his already frayed beard-braid.

Sintha blinks and looks after Bran. She looks at Lena as if for explanation.

[Averlena]: Did something happen?

Nunuzac blinks widely and trots after Bran, reaching out to nudge him in the shoulder like he might be malfunctioning a little. Maybe Lucy can spare a wrench.

[Brannagen]: Who wants drenks?? Drinks for everyone??

[Averlena]: Um, alright?

Brannagen just hugs Nunuzac again, really quick and hard, then lets her go and turns around.

[Lucille]: Oh! Sure!

[Brannagen]: COPPERWORTH! DRENKS!!

[Sintha]: Gosh, I would love a drink.

Brannagen beckons Alfred Copperworth over.

Nunuzac pats the top of Bran's head because it's a very convenient height to do so. "Oh, yes I think?" It is the dwarven way, just roll with it.

[Lucille]: Can I get something fizzy?

Alfred Copperworth approaches the table. "What can I get for you, ladies and gentleman?"

[Sintha]: I would also like something fizzy.

[Averlena]: Oh, I don't know. Whiskey?

Alfred Copperworth carefully makes mental notes of everyone's orders, and then brings them swiftly exactly as ordered.

[Nunuzac]: Fruit drink. Light. Thank you.

Lucille doesn't elaborate beyond 'something fizzy'.

Brannagen has ordered himself some caraway burnwine, and makes it disappear in short order.

Sintha accepts a glass of something fizzy from Alfred. She sniffs it and wrinkles her nose against a sneeze. That is what happens when you sniff fizz, Sintha.

Brannagen's curiosity eventually overcomes his discomfort, and he drifts back over to Sintha. "The one ye brought back… did 'e… ?"

Sintha does sneeze then. Goddammit.

Nunuzac sips on something sweet and refreshing, just weakly spirited. "Mage Lucy, have you been here much in the past days?" she asks quietly as the others seem to be discussing something heavy.

[Brannagen]: Bless ye.

Lucille says the Gnomish equivalent of 'bless you'. In Gnomish.

[Sintha]: Oh, he — ah. No, he — no. Thank you!

Sintha drinks her fizz much faster than is advisable for anything fizzy.

Brannagen immediately gets a WHY DO I KEEP ASKING THINGS look on his face.

Lucille tilts her head. "I've been in Dalaran for a while!"

Averlena takes her small glass of whiskey and takes an even smaller sip.

[Lucille]: I'm really into underground fighting rings these days.

Sintha turns to s t a r e at Lucy.

Lucille just threw that out there like a normal human activity.

Brannagen lowers his voice a little, but it's still audible to anyone who is interested in listening. "Look, lass, ye should know… there was somethin' wrong there. With the… land, or the… air. The place."

[Nunuzac]: Did you see Kirygosa at here any — eeh? *she looks surprised, eyes widening*

[Averlena]: Really? *Lena looks over at Lucy in surprise.*

[Averlena]: Like the one in the tram tunnel?

Sintha leans down toward Bran distractedly to hear him, and then just kind of freezes there in that lean for a moment, silently.

[Lucille]: I haven't, but my place is down in the sewers.

[Brannagen]: I'll — I'll write ye more about it later. Enjoy yer drink noew, and just know — there was nothin' more ye could've done, aye?

[Brannagen]: The fact ye even made it out - it's a merracle.

[Lucille]: Have you been to Dalaran's sewers yet?

[Brannagen]: Yer strong, lass. Dwarven strong.

[Averlena]: I have, yes. In a way… they're more comfortable than up here.

Nunuzac's wide eyes go quite saucery. "But the sewers is where… receives the…" she lowers her voice, looking concerned. "Do you need a sleeping place?"

Sintha nods, nod nod nod, straightens up, checks her glass. Oh no she drank all the fizz. Where is Alfred?

[Averlena]: But I've not spent a lot of time down there.

Alfred Copperworth materializes.

Averlena looks to Nunuzac. "Oh, no, I'm fine, really. I've been staying at the Argent keep in any case."

Sintha offers Alfred her empty glass, still silently. She smiles at him but it turns into a weird lip-wobble.

Lucille laughs. "No, no! There's a little inn there, quite cozy. As long as you stay on the walkways you won't get your boots too wet. All the waste gets processed magically, and then they dump it on the messed-up forest below us."

[Lucille]: It was already messed-up before Dalaran got here! So it's a perfect location for that.

[Brannagen]: I'll explain everythin'. In a letter. *He gives this last a bit of emphasis, as though to indicate that he knows this would be a mercy to them both.*

Sintha nods again without quite looking at Bran. Nod nod nod.

[Lucille]: Anyway, the goblins run an underground fighting ring down there!

Brannagen cheerily wanders back over to the group who is discussing Daring Fun Things!

[Averlena]: I didn't know about that. I ought to check it out.

[Brannagen]: Ye can always count on goblins fer a good time.

[Sintha]: And you are — what, wagering? Lucy Moore have you developed a gambling habit?

Nunuzac looks impressed that Dalaran has walkable, habitable sewers. What can't mages do. "Messed-up forest probably does not get more messed up," she concedes.

[Lucille]: No no no, I'm fighting!

Lucille giggles. "They call me Firefly."

Sintha blinks at Lucille.

Brannagen cheers at Lucille.

[Brannagen]: Firefly!!!

[Sintha]: You are fighting. In an underground fighting ring? Gosh.

[Sintha]: Firefly is a good name. Does… Scilla know?

[Lucille]: I am! Oh, hm.

[Averlena]: Is it like… fistfighting? Or swords? Magic?

[Lucille]: Did I ever send that letter…?

Sintha eyes Lucy.

[Lucille]: All of the above! No deaths, ideally. I fight with my arcane blade.

[Lucille]: They do have healers on standby during the fights! It's not too dangerous.

[Averlena]: Huh. I didn't figure the folks of Dalaran to be into that sort of thing.

[Sintha]: I will confess I am not delighted by the potential for recreational death. You had better not, Lucy, or I will be so cross with you.

[Sintha]: I will be glad to tell Scilla if you'd like. I am on my way back to Stormwind in the morning.

[Lucille]: Oh, don't worry! And you're welcome to let her know, if you see her. You're going home?

[Sintha]: I am. I'm going back to my regular unit. And also home.

[Lucille]: If you kill someone, you get disqualified, and you don't get paid for the match. So there's nothing to worry about!

Nunuzac looks a little apologetically to Bran after peeling eyes from Lucy, whose hobbies seem impressive. "I hope we did not keep from important talk," she mentions to him quietly.

[Brannagen]: No, no, it's better in a letter, *He insists.* Noew's the time ta enjoy ourselves, hm?

[Averlena]: It seemed sorta… personal.

Averlena raises her little glass of whiskey and takes another small sip.

Nunuzac nods understandingly, her eyes straying toward the northern windows. She doesn't seem to know what happened precisely, but something bad happening in Icecrown is… expected.

[Brannagen]: I was just talkin' about some … war stuff, ye know? Nae the time.

[Averlena]: It's all about us, though. Good to set it aside for an evening.

[Brannagen]: Anyone need more drenks? COPPERWORTH!

[Nunuzac]: Of course. Good company.

Lucille hasn't touched her Fizzy Something yet because she's doing robot maintenance. The fizz is slowly going out.

Alfred Copperworth returns to give Bran some more burnwine. If he finds Bran annoying it is impossible to tell. He is a consummate butler.

Alfred Copperworth says: Miss Moore, would you like me to refresh your drink?

[Lucille]: Hm? Oh, no, that's fine!

[Lucille]: I'll get to it soon.

Alfred Copperworth says: Very well, Miss.

[Sintha]: Could I get another, if you please?

Alfred Copperworth says: Yes, Sergeant Fallon.

Averlena holds up her glass, still with liquid in it. She's fine.

Sintha blinks at Copperworth. Wow, what a butler.

Alfred Copperworth totally remembers to bring everyone their drinks at an appropriate time in a few moments.

[Sintha]: Miss Coit, how are you, though?

[Averlena]: Oh, I'm just fine. All things considered. *Lena smiles.* There's a lot of things to consider.

Brannagen laughs at Averlena.

[Sintha]: Gosh. Aren't there just?

Sintha accepts her fresh fizz gratefully from Copperworth, and does not sniff it this time.

[Brannagen]: I was gonna say, ye answered awful quick, given how many thengs there are t'consider.

[Brannagen]: White Squad gettin' along all righ' now?

Averlena chuckles. "There always are. But yes, I'm missing the fleet, to be honest, but the work on the ground's useful, I think."

[Lucille]: I have to see the Skybreaker… am I allowed to talk about it now?

Averlena nods. "We've been helping collect supplies for the Justice Keep construction."

Lucille looks at Sintha to check.

[Brannagen]: Ach… it's a beauty.

Brannagen sighs rapturously.

[Sintha]: You absolutely are, Lucy darling, and you absolutely should see it. Just — be careful.

Sintha beams at Bran.

[Averlena]: It's a… what? Flying ship? Like Dalaran?

[Lucille]: Oh, I shall!

[Brannagen]: I never thought I'd like a ship, but that's because I never knew a ship tha' I could just cast Levitate if I fell off an' be fine.

[Brannagen]: The sea kind, well, let's just say dwarves are not known fer bein' particular buoyant.

[Sintha]: It's an airship, but a proper one, not a… zeppelin. We solved the problem with the horizontal propeller lift and it's — well, honestly, it is a triumph.

[Averlena]: You do seem a real sturdy folk. Heavy.

Averlena raises her eyebrows at Sintha. "I'd like to see it sometime, too."

[Brannagen]: I would live on that airship if I could! But er, space is at a premium, so they tend ta kick ye off once yer done workin' for 'em.

[Averlena]: Ah, well. Maybe there'll be a Fallon airfleet someday.

[Sintha]: Always work to do, though! *Sintha downs her fizz too fast again and makes a slightly bug-eyed face.*

[Nunuzac]: I would like to see!

[Averlena]: That there is. Till we win.

[Brannagen]: In theory ye could just fly a gryphon up there an' take a peek, but the Horde has a ship up there so ye might get shot at.

[Brannagen]: Theirs is an eyesore an' a half, though.

[Sintha]: The Horde has a bastardized zeppelin thing, yes.

[Brannagen]: Shameful!

Sintha nods grimly at Brannagen.

[Brannagen]: Ours is magnificent!

[Lucille]: Oh, well, I've been trying not to use my flying machine too much out here until I can find a cleaner source of fuel.

[Brannagen]: What do ye use fer it noew?

Nunuzac looks perplexed and mildly alarmed. "Orcs did not have this on Draenor."

[Lucille]: I hang my laundry on it.

[Brannagen]: They learned it from the goblins here, Sparks.

[Averlena]: Shame they've got it now…

Brannagen laughs at Lucille.

[Nunuzac]: Goblin… I see. Not the goblins from K3 I hope.

[Brannagen]: I meant what do ye use fer fuel, Firefly?

[Averlena]: Surely not — you all made those ones friends of the Alliance, right?

[Brannagen]: Honestly, Sparks, could be some o' the same goblins. They work fer whoever pays most. No loyalty whatsoever.

Averlena grimaces.

Lucille giggles. "Oh! Well, when I made it, I started it off with…" You got her started. Lucy goes into a cheerful but extensive explanation. Hope you wanted to hear about fuel and saving Azeroth's environment.

[Averlena]: Well, I guess I'd best head off to Icecrown. I'd like to get to the camp before full dark.

Averlena is totally not ditching during the extensive explanation.

[Brannagen]: Take care, lass.

Lucille wiggles her fingers at Lena. "Bye!"

Nunuzac waves worriedly after Lena.

Sintha gives Lena a little wave.

Nunuzac scrapes her hoof in a tile for a moment before catching herself and stopping. "Can we… see Lucy fight? With no dying." She takes a second thought and wrinkles her nose. Maybe she'll go asking around for directions to the local underground fighting ring.

Brannagen listens attentively to Lucy's explanation, even making a few notes in his journal.

Averlena grins at Lucy and waves at everyone.

Nunuzac definitely isn't trying to change the topic.

[Lucille]: Oh, absolutely! They post matches a couple days in advance, usually.

Brannagen cheers at Lucille.

[Brannagen]: Should we bet on ye?

Nunuzac looks thrilled, eyes glimmering. "Scary…!" She looks delighted.

Lucille looks at Bran with a bright smile. "Don't bet anything you wouldn't be happy to lose! It's a slippery slope, gambling."

[Sintha]: I will not be here to see it! But if you tell me when it is, I will absolutely post a little wager. Just for fun!

[Brannagen]: Sparks, if yer gonna go, send me a note so I dinna ferget. I'll explain how bettin' works. I imagine draenei dinna have gamblin?

[Nunuzac]: It is not a gamble when you know who is going to win and it is Lucy.

Brannagen laughs at Nunuzac.

Sintha beams at Nunuzac.

[Brannagen]: Well, I guess ye do know how it works!

[Brannagen]: Legion Lass, where can I send tha' letter for ye, if yer nae gonna be here in Dalaran?

Lucille beams at Sintha. "I've got one Thursday night, at… oh, gosh, is it nine or ten?"

[Lucille]: I'll have to check…

[Sintha]: Oh, I'm going to be in Stormwind. At — well you may as well just write to me at the Fallon townhouse, in the city.

Sintha gives an actual house address.

Brannagen writes it down, but Dwarven.

[Lucille]: Goodness, what time is it?

[Sintha]: I suppose I really ought to get going, I still have ever-so-much to pack.

Sintha does not have anything to pack.

[Sintha]: I'm so glad I caught you all, though!

[Brannagen]: Aye, an' I have ever-so-much ta read. An' ever-so-much ta drenk.

[Lucille]: Yes! Me too.

Lucille wipes her hands off on a rag and holds her arms out to Sintha for a goodbye hug.

[Brannagen]: Always nice ta chat with folk in here. Nice place.

[Sintha]: I will place that wager, Lucy, you may count on it. And I hope you enjoy the hat, miss.

Nunuzac nods vigorously. "Thursday, very good. I check at nine and ten." She looks out the window then back. "Yes, time. It is good to see you again… Sintha. Fallon." Two names, two! Ah ah ah.

Sintha leans in carefully to give Lucy a hug, holding her empty fizz glass out to one side.

[Brannagen]: Dinna ferget to remind me abou' the fight, Sparks.

Brannagen points at Nunuzac.

Lucille returns the hug.

Nunuzac nods at Brannagen.

[Sintha]: Good night, all of you fine people!

[Lucille]: Nighty night!

Brannagen wanders back over to the bookshelf, still working on his second glass of burnwine.

Sintha turns and heads for the portal, to vanish below. She is still carrying her empty glass. Whoops.

[Nunuzac]: Dianiss aca!

Lucille swipes two fingers through the air to open her arcane pocket and begins packing this robot into the gap in reality.