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| Author: | Disknight |
| Summary: | Velrin takes Nylarria with her to check up on Ismene in Ironforge. Arric and Sil also stop by to chat. |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
Ismene sits in her chair with a lap desk, papers scattered around it, working quietly.
Velrin silently makes her way down the stairs with Nylarria limping beside her. She's holding Velrin's hand for support.
Nylarria is wearing a large black cloak that hides her appearance.
Ismene looks over at the sound of footsteps, her eyes widening at the limp. "Velrin! How good to see you… Do you need some help?" She immediately starts gathering up her papers to set them aside.
Nylarria says: I'm fine.*she says curtly, but not harshly*
[Velrin]: Hello Miss Ismene. *Vel smiles wide* It's good to see you too.
Ismene rises to her feet, her eyes on the cloaked figure with Velrin. "You're both well?"
[Velrin]: Mhmm! I hope you are as well. I heard about what happened… *Velrin's ears droop*
A man in elegant hunting leathers enters CCHQ cheerfully, tugging off his gloves as he makes a beeline for the 'quest board.' "Good afternoon, ladies!" he says cheerfully as he enters.
Ismene 's face loses some of its animation, her dark eyes filling with grief. "It was… it wasn't good. But I spoke with the naaru and I don't feel quite so—" She pauses and looks at A Man, regaining her smile. "Good afternoon."
[Arric]: Please don't let me interrupt! I'm Arric Falrevere, just here to check for work…
Arric bows down graciously.
[Velrin]: Hello. *Vel waves to Arric. Nylarria tenses up a little and seems to regard him warily*
Arric gives them all a warm smile and then turns back to study the job postings.
Ismene blinks at Arric. "Oh! Are you in Cobalt Company? There was a time I knew everyone… I'm Ismene Hazan, company clerk."
[Arric]: I'm relatively new. Do you know Sintha Fallon by chance? Old friend.
[Velrin]: I can't say I do, sorry.
[Arric]: Ah, sorry, I was addressing the human lady - Sintha is a bit of a social butterfly in Stormwind.
Arric smiles at Velrin.
Arric smiles at Velrin, looking her over with friendly interest.
[Ismene]: "I do know Ms. Fallon, as it happens. Her family—" She stops herself. "We co-hosted a fundraising gala a few months back." She looks at Velrin and her cloaked friend. "Won't you sit?"
Nylarria leans over and whispers something to Vel in Darnassian who nudges her with her elbow.
[Arric]: Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt you, you were talking when I came in. You carry on while I peruse the boards, and then perhaps I'll join you in a moment if you wish!
Arric smiles and gives a little half-bow before turning back to the job board.
Silvestre casually steps out of the shadows near the stairwell. "Mizzy! Didn't expect to find you here, but good to see you. And Velrin… Nylarria? And…" Sil looks expectantly at Arric, new person.
[Arric]: Arric Falrevere! *He waves jauntily, still reading the job board*
[Velrin]: Ok! Come on let's sit down. *Nylarria looks a bit at a loss as to which seat she wants to take but is left with no options when Vel sits in the seat closest to Mizzy*
[Silvestre]: Sil Silentstep, pleased to meet you.
Ismene startles at Sil's sudden appearance. "Sil! We've talked about that. It's not fair to sneak up on friends."
Silvestre assumes that invitation is for him, too, and he takes a seat.
Arric reaches as though considering taking one of the postings down, but then hesitates, draws back his hand, and considers another.
Nylarria stands awkwardly next to Velrin and does not sit.
Silvestre winces. "Sorry, Mizzy. It's just… tryin' to keep a low profile here in Ironforge for a while. On account of the old mission into Blackrock Depths."
Silvestre glances between Vel and Nylarria. "Don't think I knew that you two knew each other."
Ismene eyes Nylarria. "She's limping. Please tell me if I can help, you know I'm a healer."
[Velrin and Nylarria]: It's a long story. *the two say in perfect unison*
Nylarria says: If I could fix this I would have done so a long time ago.
Silvestre glances over at Arric. "Come sit and join us? Or are you on a mission right now?"
[Velrin]: Nylarria, she's trying to be polite.
[Arric]: Well, I did come here looking for work, but I'm interested in getting to know other Cobalt Company members, of course. I do have a question though - is it all right to take more than one posting?
Silvestre glances at Mizzy for the answer.
[Arric]: I just happened to notice that there's a search for a missing person and a murloc bounty, and I'll have to pass through murloc territory to look for the person… so I thought I could kill two birds with one shot, as it were.
Ismene laughs a little. "No, she's being a busybody, but I can't stand to see anyone hurt. When I first started training, I was even upset they wanted me to stop kobolds in the mines."
[Ismene]: And of course you can take more than one, as long as you can fulfill both. And ask for help if you need it.
[Arric]: Excellent! *He takes them both and then finds himself a chair.*
Silvestre smiles fondly at Mizzy at the memory of early days.
Ismene sinks back down in her chair, leaving her lap desk with all its papers on it to one side on the floor.
[Silvestre]: Murlocs especially, you might want to take a friend. They do swarm a person.
[Arric]: I think it's wonderful that Cobalt Company has gentle souls among its ranks - healing is as important as hunting, if not more so.
[Ismene]: Sil, did I ever tell you that Velrin is one of the people who rescued me? If it weren't for her and the others, I would never have left Southsh—
Ismene stops herself and looks down. No good memories there, now.
Velrin reaches out a hand for Ismene to hold if she wants.
[Arric]: Ah, Southshore… *Arric looks pained, studying Ismene.*
Silvestre looks at Mizzy with sympathy, and tries for a moment to think of what to say. He finally settles on, "I don't remember, but I remember that story. What made you want to be a priestess."
Ismene smiles a little and takes Velrin's hand, giving it a squeeze before releasing it. "Yes. I can't tell you how delighted I was to see her again, and we've become friends now."
Nylarria elects to stand behind Velrin, using the back of the chair as support.
Silvestre smiles at Velrin. "Must be somethin' to know for sure that your actions made a difference for somebody else."
Ismene looks at Arric. "I guess everyone knows by now what happened there."
[Velrin]: I-it's a good feeling I think.
Arric nods at Ismene. "It chills one to the bone. You were from there?"
Silvestre shoots Arric a worried look, and then shifts it over to Mizzy.
Ismene hesitates, then nods. "My family worked the apple orchards outside of Southshore, and Ben and I had just started a small settlement. Almost— No one really— A few people made it out but everything's destroyed now."
[Arric]: Do you have somewhere to stay, now? Is there anything I can do to help?
Ismene 's smile is small but real. "Thank you, that's very kind. We're staying at Ben's house here in Ironforge."
[Arric]: Oh… Ben, you say… my goodness, forgive me, you're Lt. Hazan's wife, aren't you! I should have realized.
Velrin tries to keep a brave face for Mizzy. “I'm so sorry Miss Ismene. I-I know what it's like to lose your home too…”
Ismene reaches out for Velrin, offering her hand in return. To Arric, she says, "Yes, that's me. You know Ben?"
[Arric]: Not personally, but I have made a point of familiarizing myself with the leadership of the Company.
[Arric]: I'm sure you both are more than capable of finding your feet, but if you ever yearn to work with apple trees, I have a few on my new property that could use… slightly more expert attention I'm certain.
Velrin takes Mizzy's hand and clasps it firmly.
[Arric]: So if there are any displaced workers who could use somewhere to ply their skills, do let me know.
[Silvestre]: You ought to meet Ben at some point, personally. He's a great guy. Good friend of mine, too.
[Arric]: I've heard nothing but good things!
[Ismene]: Ben, Sil, and I used to work jobs together. Back when things were simpler.
Arric smiles, then sighs. "Things certainly have gotten more complicated, that's for certain."
Ismene doesn't release Velrin's hand right away. Just two people, sitting, holding hands. It's fine.
Silvestre nods at Mizzy.
Nylarria places a hand on Vel's shoulder. She grabs hold of it and squeezes reassuringly. Nylarria relaxes a little bit.
[Silvestre]: Some things are still simple. Somebody's hurtin' and we try to help. But the rest of it…
[Ismene]: It's the scale more than anything, I think.
[Arric]: I cannot decide if I picked the best or the worst possible time to make my little voyage to the mainland.
[Ismene]: Oh, the best! Everyone's so involved with big happenings that I sometimes worry we're missing the smaller things that still need doing. Who's helping the people of Darkshire now, for instance? We're sending teams out, of course, but still I worry.
[Arric]: I've been helping out in Elwynn Forest as best I can, though that is of course in at least small part self-interest, as I'm living there for the moment.
[Velrin]: I know… I wish I had more time to spend helping here, but things are just as bad in Kalimdor.
Silvestre nods. "We can't forget our kaldorei allies, that's for sure."
[Arric]: I haven't been to Kalimdor yet. I've met a few of your people - mostly hunters - but only those who have traveled through Stormwind City and Elwynn Forest.
[Ismene]: So many of Kalimdor's populated areas are along the coast. The reports from there have been… bad.
[Velrin]: Most don't like to leave the forest. In some ways I can't blame them, but… It's good to see other cultures, I think.
[Arric]: It was our Jaina Proudmoore who first met your people, and as I understand it she is still based in Kalimdor? Has she been sending any of her people to help out?
Velrin frowns, "I know… Auberdine was completely destroyed. So many of my old sisters grew up there…"
[Arric]: Oh, goodness… *His eyes widen* I'm so sorry.
[Velrin]: I think Theramore has its own problems now as well. Although I do hear they've been making offensives against the Horde.
[Silvestre]: We've got some people out there, I know, but mostly kaldorei. We really ought to send some other people sometime, show we all do care about what happens over there.
[Arric]: I've been writing back home to check on my family, but there has been no word back whatsoever. I would be more alarmed if that hadn't been the case before Deathwing emerged. I think there's something wrong with the Kul Tiran post.
Ismene frowns a little. "It's being intercepted? We don't have any teams in Kul Tiras, but maybe we should if we can sneak some over there."
[Arric]: I considered trying to make a journey back there, but until I know what's stopping the post it seems unwise. Like those bad plays where person after person goes to investigate a place where people are disappearing…
[Arric]: I can't help but think if my sister had come to harm I would know somehow, though. We're twins, you see. Sometimes I get feelings about her.
Silvestre chuckles nervously. "Yeah, let's not disappear people. But maybe it's just a ley line problem? There was all that stuff with magic that happened up in Northrend, might've messed up the mail some places?"
[Arric]: Well for the most part, Kul Tiran mail comes by ship. I don't believe their arcane delivery service was ever connected to the mainland's.
[Arric]: As we're not part of the Alliance.
Ismene keeps sneaking glances at Nylarria. "Will you at least sit, if you don't think I can help? I'll move." She lets go of Velrin's hand and rises, moving to sit next to Sil instead.
[Silvestre]: Ah, hm. Then maybe it's just the weird storms messing with the ships.
[Arric]: Ha! As if a storm could trouble a Kul Tiran vessel!
Arric grins.
Nylarria slowly slides toward the chair and sits down. She doesn't look very relaxed, like she's ready to bolt up at a moment's notice, but she's at least not on her feet anymore.
[Ismene]: Kul Tirans seem remarkably stubborn people, in all the best ways. Maybe they decided they don't need our mail, either.
Velrin smiles at Mizzy as a sort of thank you.
Arric sighs. "Entirely possible. When I left the mood was… increasingly hostile toward the mainland."
[Arric]: That is why I left, actually. They absolutely refused to help the Alliance in Northrend, even though it should affect us all.
Arric glances toward Velrin. "Your people had even less reason to assist the Alliance than ours, and yet you did not flinch from duty."
[Silvestre]: Help would've been appreciated, for sure, specially assuming they'd have sent ships. I was with Fallon's fleet, and we did a lot, but we could've done more I'd reckon.
[Arric]: Thank the Tides for the Fallons, so that the Alliance knows not every single person born in Kul Tiras is a self-centered mule. *He chuckles.*
[Ismene]: You should meet the vice-admiral, Velrin. You'd like him, I think.
Velrin nods at Arric, "Thank you. My people see it as our duty to protect Azeroth. We've been reclusive for a long time, but I'm glad that I'm living now when we're willing to reach out and help others."
Arric nods solemnly at Velrin. "I do wish my people would take a lesson from yours."
[Silvestre]: Oh, they've met the once! Velrin came out to help with that mission against the Scarlet Crusade, off the coast of Icecrown.
[Velrin]: He seemed a very capable young man.
Ismene giggles.
[Arric]: I used to be bitterly jealous of him. *Arric laughs.*
[Velrin]: I was a bit… distracted at the time, so I didn't make much of a personal connection, however.
[Ismene]: Much to his disappointment, I'm sure. Apparently, he's a terrible flirt.
[Arric]: On the contrary, he is quite a skilled one!
Velrin laughs lightly, "I'm afraid I'm a bit too old for him." Nylarria tenses and adjusts her posture.
[Silvestre]: Yeah, and he's into elves. *Sil looks curiously at Arric* Jealous of him?
[Arric]: Well, yes, as a child, I was terribly jealous.
[Ismene]: Why?
[Arric]: Well, every time he came home, my best friend vanished and spent all her time with him! Plus he was so tall and handsome and whatnot. And a skilled sailor. The very model of a Tirasian gentleman.
[Silvestre]: You're only the second Tirasian gentleman I've met, so far's I know you and he are the models of it.
Ismene nods. A good point.
[Arric]: Well, I shall be careful to represent well, then. *He inclines his head slightly.*
[Arric]: I'm afraid I shall never achieve his reputation for flirting, however. I have never quite grasped the way of it.
[Ismene]: He hasn't flirted with me, of course. But then I've spent far more time with Ms. Fallon than the vice-admiral.
[Velrin]: That I can relate to at least.
[Arric]: Certainly he would never flirt with a married lady! *Arric looks positively shocked.*
Velrin says to Arric
[Silvestre]: I usually just go with honesty and just being interested in other people in a general sense. I'm not that much of a flirt myself, either.
Arric smiles at Velrin and gives her an understanding nod.
[Ismene]: I never had to learn how, So we all have that in common! Unless your friend is an accomplished flirt, Velrin. I'm sorry, I didn't catch her name…?
[Arric]: There hasn't been much pressure on me to marry, since my siblings both have children, so I just haven't given the whole affair much thought.
Nylarria says: Nylarria. *this is all she says*
[Arric]: Ah, so you're Velrin. And you're Nylarria. *He looks between them, seeming to try and memorize the names.*
Nylarria is still wrapped up in her cloak.
[Velrin]: Mhmm! Sorry, I should have properly introduced myself. I'm Velrin Silverbloom. It's nice to meet you.
[Arric]: A pleasure, Miss Silverbloom. Arric Falrevere, if you don't recall.
[Arric]: And you're Mr. Silentstep, and you're of course Lady Hazan. Such a delight to meet so many new people this afternoon, when I thought I'd just be picking up a job for the day.
[Ismene]: Please call me Ismene. Or Mizzy! That's Ben's nickname for me, but I quite like it.
[Arric]: Oh, I couldn't possibly! *His pale blue eyes go wide.*
Silvestre glances at Nylarria with a faint frown. "And I know you're not Cobalt, but you're as welcome here as at Bruuk's, Nylarria. No need to worry."
[Ismene]: But now that I've invited you to, it'd be rude not to. *She looks smug.* So you see, I've trapped you.
[Arric]: Oh dear. And here I thought I was the expert at traps!
[Silvestre]: Oh, and you can call me Sil. No need for a Mr.
[Arric]: This will… take some getting used to. It simply isn't done in my circles unless one is a very intimate friend.
[Arric]: I suppose we can skip to the part where we are very intimate friends, then?
[Velrin]: Don't mind Nylarria too much. She's not used to people. I've been trying to introduce her to more people who I know are good, though, to try and get her to warm up.
[Arric]: I understand perfectly, Nylarria. *He turns his gaze warmly to her.* Don't feel obligated to chatter just because I am. You are welcome all the same.
Silvestre smiles easily. "And sure, I'd be happy for us all to just skip to the intimate friends stage. It's a good stage."
Ismene grins. "Ben couldn't get the hang of calling me Ismene, either. So he called me Miss Ismene, which turned into Mizmainy, and from there to Mizzy was a small jump."
Nylarria crosses her arms under her cloak and keeps a close watch on the group.
[Arric]: That's so charming! I adore nicknames, though I dont' think I've ever had one myself. Arric is an easy enough name, so no need to bother.
[Velrin]: They aren't going to jump out at you. *Vel whispers to Nylarria in Darnassian*
[Silvestre]: I suppose mine's a nickname as well, but nobody really calls me Silvestre.
[Ismene]: Well, Sil might but he generally stays visible and out of the shadows once everyone knows he's there.
[Arric]: Silvestre! That's a very distinguished name, but yes, it does lend itself nicely to shortening. What would one call me? Arr? And then I might as well be my sister.
[Arric]: So I assume, Mr. — Sil — that you're a scout for the Company?
[Ismene]: Or a pirate. Arrr. Not to be insulting! I know Kul Tirans don't— I was just trying— I thought it was amusing until it came out of my mouth.
Arric laughs at Ismene.
Silvestre laughs.
Velrin giggles.
[Arric]: Don't fret, La— er… Ismene. I am not sensitive at all on matters nautical. I've scarcely been aboard a ship, myself. Terrible, if you ask most of my countrymen.
[Silvestre]: And yeah, I'm mostly a scout. Been on the squads sometimes, lent out with the 7th and the fleet on occasion.
[Arric]: Oh the 7th!! That's the same Legion my dear Sintha is in, yes?
[Silvestre]: Yeah! Reckon she's in the squad I was helping with, now. Under Captain Tyrrell.
[Arric]: I believe she is an… engineer for them? She's such a clever girl.
[Arric]: Yes, yes, Captain Tyrrell! They're… sent north somewhere now, I believe.
Silvestre nods. "She's great, for sure. Used to hang out with her sometimes, here around Ironforge. Before, you know, Northrend."
[Arric]: She can get along with just about anyone.
Silvestre does not say anything about mailboxes.
[Ismene]: She's like a force of nature. Beautiful but somewhat terrifying.
[Silvestre]: That was the horn, though, reckon I better head out. You all take care! I'll be down Elwynn area if any of you need me for anything.
[Arric]: Ah yes! I always forget how beautiful she is, as she's become more of a sister to me despite our former engagement. *His eyes twinkle mirthfully as he says this.*
Silvestre smiles at all the people and waves farewell.
[Ismene]: I'll tell Ben you say hello, shall I?
[Velrin]: Ok. Please take care!
[Arric]: Farewell Sil!
[Silvestre]: Oh yeah, please do! It's been too long, we really should talk soon.
[Silvestre]: Till next time!
Ismene blinks at Arric. "You were engaged to Sintha Fallon?"
[Arric]: Ah yes, Sintha and I were secretly engaged to be married, it's true… but we mutually agreed to break things off when she moved away… at age… what was it, seven? Eight? *He laughs merrily.*
[Velrin]: You were engaged at such a young age?
Ismene giggles
[Arric]: Well, we decided we were. Our parents never knew a thing about it.
[Arric]: But alas, a sea came between us!
[Ismene]: How sweet!
Arric smiles.
Nylarria shifts suddenly, seemingly keeping her hands ready to go for a long pair of objects on her back.
[Arric]: I think it was only that I was the only boy she didn't find thoroughly repulsive that wasn't related to her already.
Ismene tenses and looks around as Nylarria twitches for her weapons. "What? What is it?"
Arric is not armed, but he also goes on alert.
Nylarria slowly eases back, "Nothing, it seems."
[Ismene]: It's usually quite safe here at Headquarters…
Velrin winces, "I think she heard about the young engagement and assumed the worst…"
Arric looks thoroughly confused.
[Ismene]: Oh! No, I think it was just a silly game between two very young children, nothing at all serious.
Velrin reaches over and rubs Nylarria's back. She remains still, looking thoroughly unamused, but she doesn't try to stop Velrin.
Nylarria says: That is a strange game.
[Ismene]: Well, children can be so very serious about vows and promises that older, more wiser heads realize are just flights of fancy.
Nylarria regards Mizzy scrutinizingly.
[Arric]: In Kul Tiras, sometimes children are promised to each other quite young, but usually only if they are very high in station. I am only a second son of a minor lord, no one would bother arranging such a match.
Nylarria bristles again.
[Arric]: But children do like to play at love and marriage, even when they are too young to truly understand such things. Or at least, some children do.
[Velrin]: Maybe… we could drop the topic of children being betrothed?
Arric blinks.
[Arric]: I meant no offense. I should be about my work at any rate, I've been idle long enough.
[Ismene]: Of course. How rude of us to continue when it's obviously so uncomfortable a topic.
[Arric]: It was lovely to meet all of you!
[Ismene]: It was delightful to meet you, Mr. Falrevere.
[Velrin]: I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spoil the mood.
[Arric]: Cultural differences are what they are! No apologies needed!
[Arric]: I'll be more careful in future.
Arric bows down graciously.
Velrin bow before Arric.
[Arric]: Stay safe until we meet again!
[Velrin]: Farewell.
[Ismene]: Now that we're alone, maybe you'll feel comfortable enough to take off that heavy cloak, Nylarria? It can't be all that comfortable.
Nylarria remains still.
[Velrin]: Come on now Nylarria. I promise she's safe. If she isn't then no one is.
[Ismene]: She's right, I'm quite safe. Once, I even refused to attack people that were attacking us. They were slaves, you see, and I couldn't quite blame them or let them be hurt.
Nylarria takes a moment, but finally stands up and throws off her cloak revealing a wiry kaldorei woman with black tattoos on her arms, a red brand on her right thigh, long braided green hair and a blindfold over her eyes.
Nylarria says: Slaves, huh? *her body is pocked with old scars*
Ismene nods. "To naga. I had no problem hurting the naga, I can tell you that." Her eyes look at the brand.
Nylarria says: That makes sense.
[Ismene]: I know someone else who wears a bandage like that over her eyes. I don't know her well, but she's a good friend of Sil's.
Nylarria says: Oh? I didn't know there were many others of my kind walking about.
Ismene smiles a little. "Cobalt Company knows everyone, somehow. If it exists, we have it in our ranks or one of our members knows it." She blinks. "Not to be rude and call you an it! I just me— I was just— Oh bother."
Nylarria doesn't react to Mizzy's tripping over herself.
[Velrin]: She's my shalan if you know what that means.
[Velrin]: Our souls are bonded.
Ismene takes a deep breath to reset herself. She shakes her head. "I didn't know. How romantic that is! Is that common among the Kaldorei?"
Velrin blushes and waves her hands frantically, "Oh, no not like that! We just… I mean before we- Well it's sort of confusing but- Anyway we're trying to get along now, a-and I want her to make friends."
Ismene blinks, confused at the confusing thing. "Well, I'm always willing to make friends. I'm afraid I'm terrible at it, but I'm much better than I used to be. I'm not as shy, but as you can tell, I still put my foot in my mouth from time to time."
Velrin chuckles, trying to ease the tension, "Well I'm afraid neither of us are probably much better. I still have a lot to learn about interacting with others. I like that I feel safe around people like you and Ven and Mordecai, though."
[Ismene]: Ven?
[Velrin]: Oh! Celaven. He's my mate. *she wiggles her ears wildly and blushes. She is clearly quite pleased to announce this.*
Ismene looks more confused. "Your mate? But…" She glances at Nylarria. "Oh, never mind. You don't have to put up with my rudeness, I'm so sorry. I'm glad you have a mate! I rather like mine." She grins.
Nylarria says: I assure you that whatever you think is happening between us is just your imagination. This situation is rather frustrating for the both of us.
[Velrin]: But we can make it better! *she clears her throat and looks back at Mizzy* I'm glad I have one too. I hope Nylarria warms up to him soon.
Ismene tries to pick up the thread of the conversation. "Um… I'm sure with time, you'll all be fast friends. You wouldn't choose unwisely, Velrin."
Velrin smiles and wiggles her ears, "It's been difficult, but… I'm hopeful. I've been glad to have her around while Ven is off helping with the Seventh Legion."
[Ismene]: And you, Nylarria? Are you hopeful as well?
Nylarria looks a bit guarded, but eventually voices an answer, "I couldn't say. Ever since we both came out from the Nightmare I've felt so confused."
[Ismene]: These are confusing times, even to those of us who are living through them. I can't imagine just being dumped into the middle of it all!
[Velrin]: It's almost too much to take in.
[Ismene]: But you already have friends to help you through it. You don't have to stand alone, so that's a good thing.
[Velrin]: Yes it is. *Velrin smiles*
Nylarria puts her cloak back on, "I've survived through this much already."
Ismene says softly, "But it's so much nicer when you don't have to survive alone. It's nice to know you can, though."
Nylarria doesn't comment.
Velrin smiles at Mizzy.
Ismene blinks. "Goodness, I have to go. I have to get these papers delivered to the Senator's office or I won't have any background checks done by the time Cap'n Jo needs them! Please excuse me."
[Velrin]: Ok. Take care Miss Ismene!
Ismene grins. "Mizzy. It was lovely to meet you, Nylarria."
Nylarria says: Del nah’dris.