(2025-05-09) The Best Library Ever

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Author:	Jessa
Summary:	Glyphe and Arric meet up by chance in Stormwind's library. They then meet Hana, Snowdrop, Ben, and Gwenivene, all by chance.
Rating:	T for Teen

Glyphe sits at the table with an armload of books in front of her, her little mechanical squirrel at her side.

Arric sits with a stack of engineering books, frowning as he flips through them.
Arric looks up and smiles.

Glyphe grins. "Hi!"

[Arric]: I don't know how I missed you coming in, do forgive me!

Glyphe giggles. "You couldn't see me over the books. You have a lot."

Arric chuckles. "And what have you got there?"
[Arric]: Besides the squirrel I mean. The books.

Glyphe blushes a little and shows him the front of one of her books. It's "Firestarting as a Mechanical Principle and Not in the Kind of Way Where You Rub Sticks Together: A Treatise". It's gnomish, needless to say.

[Arric]: Oh goodness. Should I… read that one? Honestly I'm not certain where to start. Sometimes the ones with the simple titles are the most complex.

[Glyphe]: I wanted to see if I could make my squirrel breathe fire! Then she could accompany me in battle, like you have with Singer. You don't need to make anything breathe fire, do you?

[Arric]: I… do not.

Glyphe nods sadly. Poor Arric. "That's too bad. Maybe someday."

Arric suddenly gasps. "Did you hear about Arric'aka? My stars, I can't remember if I told you."

Glyphe hops a little in her seat. "No! What about her?"

[Arric]: They found her!!

[Glyphe]: Who did?

[Arric]: A group of Cobalt Company's finest went into Zul'Gurub, and one of their druids was able to free her. He brought her back to me!

Glyphe gasps, like really. "That's wonderful! How is she? Is she okay? Was she traumatized?"

Arric sobers a bit. "She… has some scars. And I suspect not just physical. Poor thing."

Glyphe's expression falls. "Poor Arric'aka. Is that why she's not here?"

[Arric]: Well, she wouldn't be welcome in a library I imagine. I've left her with a friend while I study. Do you know of Maisha Cloudskimmer?

Glyphe shakes her head. "No. Is she in Cobalt?" She seems dubious.

[Arric]: She is! Daughter of one of their warrior trainers.
[Arric]: She has a full grown raptor companion named Bael, and Bael has befriended Rica quite immediately! He's been going on hunts with her and so on - it's utterly fantastic.

[Glyphe]: Wow! I thought I knew everyone in Cobalt, but they're so big. I'm glad Rica has a friend! I like her short name, too.
[Glyphe]: Rica and Airy!

Arric smiles. "I rather like it when you call me that."

[Glyphe]: Then I'll call you that all the time. Airy is a nice name, not at all stuffy or anything. Not like you expect nobility to be. You're nice.

[Arric]: I don't see any reason to be snooty. Some of my best friends growing up were from the lower classes.

That was kind of snooty, Arric.
I wasn't gonna point that out.

[Arric]: If you ever want to see Rica, you can come visit me at my home here. Well, I'll be heading back out to Desolace tomorrow likely, and not certain how long I'll be gone. But when I'm home you're always welcome. Or you could even come see me in Desolace, if you're feeling daring.
[Arric]: Do you know where I live? I can't recall.

Glyphe shakes her head in the negative. "Nuh uh. I guess it never came up!"

[Arric]: Oh, let's see…
Arric rifles through his bag for a map.

Glyphe stands on her chair to see better.

Arric pushes the map across the table to help. "So, see, it's in Elwynn, just here. You'll see the apple trees first, I think."
Arric points.
[Arric]: Then just follow the path.
[Arric]: I've got a few sheep, too!

Glyphe leans over to peer at the map. "I didn't know you had apple trees and sheep. You're a farmer, Airy!"

Arric laughs. "Well, it's Mrs. Beldum and Davey who do most of the actual farming."
[Arric]: But I'm hoping the wool and apples will bring in a bit of money so I can keep paying them and fixing the house up. It was in quite a state.

[Glyphe]: Wow, that's cool. You have serfs. Are they serfs? It sounds like serfs but I guess not if you pay them. Do people pay serfs?

Arric laughs.
[Arric]: I'd call them… workers I suppose? Or staff? Gerda and Davey are sort of household as well, they stay there.
[Arric]: But yes, they are all paid.
[Arric]: Which is why I really need to find a good source of income soon.
[Arric]: I brought quite a bit with me, but I'd thought I was going to be able to go back.

Glyphe nods her understanding to the income part. "You can't go back at all?"

Arric shakes his head. "They've completely cut off contact, trade, and travel. It's quite despicable, really."
[Arric]: But I thought that if I become a good engineer, perhaps I can earn a bit of coin that way.
[Arric]: That or move up the ranks in Cobalt Company.
[Arric]: Or both!

[Glyphe]: Do both! You can make tons as an engineer, but it's hard work.
Glyphe sighs heavily.

[Arric]: I'm certainly willing to work hard. And I have good teachers!
Arric smiles at you.
[Arric]: I've been working mostly in iron, but I think I'm ready to try something a little more challenging soon.

Glyphe plops back down in her chair. "I keep getting so caught up in one project, that I forget to learn other stuff. I've been working on fire-breathing squirrels for weeks now."

Saelanalare smiles at Harrison Jones.
[Saelanalare]: Excuse me, Professor Jones. It's a stretch, but do you know where I should look for sources on Early writing? I mean the scripts, specifically.

[Arric]: How's that going?
[Arric]: There's nothing wrong with singular focus, you know.

Harrison Jones thinks for a moment. "Did you have a particular language in mind?"

Arric glances over toward the voices with interest as he carries on his conversation with Glyphe.

Glyphe brightens. "Not bad. I built the fire-breathing part, but it's too big to fit in a squirrel-sized squirrel. It'd have to be a squirrel the size of this table!"

[Saelanalare]: Actually i'm trying to find information on writing or illustration focused on spell casting in early arcane magic.

Glyphe is now eavesdropping, too. A little. Not a lot. A lot would be rude.
Arric is also being very polite about his eavesdropping.
Arric is a gembleman.

[Arric]: Ah, so you'll have to figure out how to miniaturize somehow… hmmm.
[Arric]: Or else decide you prefer fire breathing mechanical kodo.

[Glyphe]: And I need better materials. Tin and bronze melt too easily.
You giggle.
[Glyphe]: I can't carry around a mechanical kodo! Maybe it could carry me…

Harrison Jones eyes the Night Elf up and down. "The earliest examples, hmm? There a reason you're not asking this in Darnassus?

[Arric]: I am now quite vividly picturing you riding a fire breathing mechanical kodo, Miss Tinkerspell.
[Arric]: And I must say that is not an image I'll easily forget!

[Glyphe]: You're supposed to call me Glyphe. Did I not tell you that part?

[Saelanalare]: Yes.

[Arric]: Ah, sorry, sorry. Glyphe.
Arric inclines his head contritely.

[Glyphe]: I might not have told you that part. I forget. But if I'm gonna call you Airy, you can call me Glyphe!

Harrison Jones laughs. "So you want to keep it a secret? Good luck, kid. But you might sneak around Eldre'thalas. Maybe their paths won't cross with whoever you don't want knowing."

[Arric]: It is a capital name, to be sure. Do you know why your parents chose it?

[Glyphe]: No. They died when I was little, and I never got to ask them. Maybe they knew I could do magic, that's what I like to think.

Saelanalare nods. "Thank you."
Saelanalare gets a little distance away before sighing.
Saelanalare needs a pat.

Arric's brow creases slightly. "I'm so sorry - what happened, if it's all right to ask?"

[Glyphe]: They died in a trogg invasion. They were engineers, too, like us!

Arric looks a bit misty-eyed for a moment, but he clears his throat and Mans Up, setting his jaw. "You know, I bet they did know you had magic talent."

Saelanalare smiles at Mechanical Squirrel.

Arric spots the night elf behind Glyphe and smiles, giving her a little wave.

[Glyphe]: Gee, that'd be nice, wouldn't it?

Glyphe looks over her shoulder and smiles at the night elf. "Hi!"

[Arric]: We're not too loud, I hope?
[Arric]: I do hope our conversation didn't disturb you, madam! I couldn't help but overhear that you were having some difficulties in finding research materials?

Glyphe pipes up, "Magic ones!"

[Arric]: My companion here, Glyphe Tinkerspell, is quite an accomplished mage. I, unfortunately, know nothing of the subject, but I am Arric Falrevere, at your service.

Saelanalare turns. "Yes. I am—do you know where I could find more information about … well, magical script?"

Arric looks interested as well, though in a more general, amiable way.

[Glyphe]: Oh sure! There's a ton of books in the mage tower. I bet some of those would be what you're looking for.

[Arric]: Do they let non-mages peruse?

[Levesworth]: What about Dalaran? Hi, sorry, don't mean to interrupt, I'm Hana.

[Saelanalare]: Hello!
[Saelanalare]: I'm—

Glyphe peers over at Hana. "Hi Hana! I'm Glyphe and this is Airy. I dunno who she is but she seems nice."

A sort of tuneless, thready whistling comes closer up one of the book aisles.

Saelanalare thinks for a moment. "Call me Snowdrop."

[Arric]: Hello Hana!

[Glyphe]: Snowdrop's a great name.

[Levesworth]: Snowdrop, that's a lovely name. And Hello Glyphe, Airy.

[Arric]: Would you like to sit? *Arric immediately vacates his chair.*
Arric starts moving his pile of engineering books out of the way

[Glyphe]: His name is really Arric Falrevere and he's a noble, but he's nice and likes to be called Airy which is sort of a nickname well it's actually a nickname, not sort of one.

[Levesworth]: Oh, um… thank you. You don't have to… completely disrupt everything.
Levesworth smiles.

[Arric]: Please, please sit!
[Arric]: You as well, Miss Snowdrop.

[Saelanalare]: I hadn't considered Dalaran, but that's a good idea. Though getting there might be trouble.
Saelanalare takes the seat.

[Arric]: Can mages er… teleport people there?

[Levesworth]: I hear it's floating now? Levitating?

[Glyphe]: Yes! Well, not me, though. I'm not powerful enough yet. They don't let me teleport other people in case I splat them into something.

[Arric]: Yes! Over Northrend somewhere, isn't it?
[Arric]: I imagine we could find you a mage who could send you there for a small fee.

Bennarin wanders around the other side of the bookcase, absorbed in his browsing.

[Arric]: Are you a mage, Miss Hana?

[Levesworth]: I'm… more of a waitress?

[Arric]: Splendid!

[Saelanalare]: That would be real great. Maybe not as much trouble as whatever dangers remain in Eldre'thas.

[Levesworth]: Yeah, that's in… Northern Kalimdor is it?

Arric peers at Bennarin searchingly.

Glyphe glances over at the whistling. Her eyes get huge. Not that you can tell because goggles, but still. Huge. "Oh my gears and gadgets, do you know who that is?"

[Saelanalare]: More to the south. south of the southern barrens, and a bit west.

Bennarin takes a book from the shelf, flips it open, and pages through, frowning. The frown does not stop the whistling. He can do both. (Not well.)

[Arric]: *quietly* Yes, I recognize him… he appears busy, doesn't he?

Saelanalare eyes Bennarin up and down.

[Levesworth]: Is it? Hmm. I've never actually been to Kalimdor.

Glyphe whispers, "I wonder if he'd sign my autograph book."

Saelanalare says, quietly, "A bit. Is he famous?"

[Arric]: Oh I'm sure he would, if he isn't too busy. He's quite an amiable fellow. That's Ben Hazan!

Levesworth perks up. "What? It is?"

[Arric]: He's the son of a Stormwind House of Nobles member and a lieutenant in the famous Cobalt Company.

[Glyphe]: Yeah, Mr. Sir Bennarin Hazan.

Bennarin starts to put the book back, hears his name, fumbles the book onto the floor, and says, "Shit." Then he glances up, his ears red.

[Arric]: Oh is it Bennarin?

[Bennarin]: Sorry. Beg pardon.

Arric moves as though to help with the book, but then stops himself.

[Saelanalare]: Kalimdor is where I live. I grew up in the Winterspring Mountains.

Bennarin slides the book back into place a little sheepishly.

[Arric]: I'm sorry if we disturbed you, sir. It seems you're an object of some curiosity.
[Arric]: Winterspring? That sounds lovely.

Saelanalare is curious what Bennarin is up to.

Bennarin blinks back at the table. "Me? Sorry, I — oh! Nice tabard." He grins at Arric.

Glyphe tries not to stare at Ben. She is bad at it.

[Saelanalare]: It's beautiful. But very cold. Something I didn't think about when I cut my hair.

Levesworth is also staring… a little.

[Bennarin]: I ain't met y'all, have I? Sorry if I should've. Ben Hazan.

They know that, apparently, Ben.

[Levesworth]: You definitely haven't met me. I'm Hana.

[Bennarin]: Hey, Hana.
Bennarin nods to her respectfully.

Glyphe rummages in her backpack and pulls out a leatherbound journal and a pencil. "Would you sign my autograph book?" she asks Ben, with zero chill.

Levesworth smiles.

Bennarin blinks down at Glyphe. "I — for serious?"

[Glyphe]: Yeah, you're famous! You know JOCOZA SPARKWIRE!

Saelanalare nods amiably, the sits up. "Jocoza Sparkwire? She's a hero!"

Bennarin grins at her. "Yeah, I do. She is pretty great. Okay." He accepts the book and pencil.

[Levesworth]: She's the leader of Cobalt Company, right?

Glyphe nods a lot and beams at Snowdrop. "She's the best! I bet she'd know about any magic script books."

[Bennarin]: Yes'm. Captain Jo.

[Saelanalare]: Wait! You know Cobalt babes!
[Saelanalare]: I mean Blade!

[Bennarin]: I — do?
[Bennarin]: Oh! Yeah. Them too.

[Glyphe]: I'm in Cobalt Company too! I'm not much of a babe, though. OH! Blade.

Bennarin writes his name carefully in Glyphe's book. He offers her back her book and pencil.

[Levesworth]: Oh, wow, show of hands, who here is in Cobalt Company?

Bennarin raises his hand.

Glyphe holds up one hand, using the other to take her book and pencil back from Ben.

Arric gestures to his tabard.
[Arric]: I like to wear it when I'm out and about, in case anyone is in need of help.

[Bennarin]: I have been remits, it seems, on introduction. I beg your pardon. Bet I've seen y'all in the files, but.
Bennarin looks apologetically from Glyphe to Arric.

[Levesworth]: Okay. That's quite a few. I applied recently, so it'll be good to know you all.

[Glyphe]: That's smart. I didn't wear mine on account of I'm not officially on duty. I'll wear it from now on!

Saelanalare keeps her hands down. "Wow, I didn't expect that. You're all everywhere! I met a couple of your people in Menethil."

Arric looks at Hana with delight. "You applied to Cobalt Company? That's marvelous! Very courageous of you."

Glyphe looks at Snowdrop. "You should apply too. Cobalt Company is famous and can get into all sorts of places."
[Glyphe]: I bet they'd let you in Dalaran just on account of being in Cobalt Company!

Ben surveys Hana with renewed interest and gives her a chipped-tooth smile.

[Arric]: Oh heavens yes, if you need help from mages, Cobalt Company is absolutely the place to go.

[Saelanalare]: Do you think it would help me get into Eldre'thalas?

Gwenivene abruptly appears…quite literally out of thin air, accompanied by an iridescent blob of arcane energy. She steps right up to the bookshelf behind Saelanalare and starts frantically perusing the titles on the spines.

[Arric]: Cobalt Company can get you into anywhere.
[Arric]: They have any number of famous mages!

Bennarin looks up. "Oh, hey, Miz Whittle."

Arric says, as one walks up

Glyphe eyes Gwen. "Wow!" She hastily fumbles with her autograph book and pencil, poised for an opportunity.

Arric looks curiously at Gwenevine. "Well, this young lady appears to be a mage, or at least have a mage's style."

[Gwenivene]: "Ley Theory…Ley Line Social Conventions…Ley Li-…hm? Hello. Hello? What?"

Arric made a mistake.

Gwenivene turns, a bit frazzled and smelling like she just came from a barbecue.

Saelanalare is properly gobsmacked by the appearance of a teleporting wizard.

[Bennarin]: You… uh, busy? Miz Whittle? These people is some Cobalts an' applicants.

[Arric]: This is becoming quite the convention of arcane minds! Hello, I'm Arric Falrevere of Cobalt Company.

[Glyphe]: That's Gwenivene Whittle! She's famous too! She's almost as smart as JOCOZA SPARKWIRE.

Bennarin grins at Glyphe.

Saelanalare looks like she can't really believe what's happening.

[Levesworth]: The telemancer who connected portals from Outland?

Gwenivene scoffs. "Oh, gosh…almost as smart as Jo? I wish!"

[Bennarin]: That's right, she is that one.

Gwenivene smiles pleasantly. "Nice to meet you, Arric Falrevere of Cobalt Company. Hi, everyone!"

Glyphe sticks her book out at Gwenivene. "Can you sign my autograph book?"

Bennarin nods solemnly to Arric. "No one known how. We was stuck over there for a bit. But Gwen sorted it out."

Gwenivene blinks at Glyphe. "Auto-…me? Oh, um…sure!"

[Glyphe]: Wow! That's two in one night!

[Arric]: Your autograph book is having quite a fine day, isn't it Glyphe?

Gwenivene scootches the arcane familiar out of the way. "Pardon, Pookie."

Glyphe hands the book and a pencil over.

Arric looks at Pookie curiously.

Gwenivene takes the book, looking bewildered. "Um…who shall I make it out to?"

Saelanalare vacates her chair.

[Arric]: Glyphe with an e!

[Glyphe]: Oh! Right. I'm Glyphe Tinkerspell!
[Glyphe]: Do you know where Snowdrop can find some books on early magical script, Ms. Whittle?

[Bennarin]: Oh, shit, I forgot to ask. Beg pardon, Miz Tinkerspell.
Bennarin is not used to the whole autograph business.

[Arric]: Glyphe and I are chums from a long adventure in Stranglethorn, as well as one in Westfall.

[Glyphe]: Gee, that's ok! It was swell of you to sign, Mr. Sir Hazan.

[Bennarin]: Westfall? I'm from there.

[Arric]: I'm so sorry for all the troubles it's had. Glyphe and I did our very best to help.

[Bennarin]: You can just call me Ben. We ain't on duty.

Levesworth looks like she is having a fantastic time watching the Important People getting surprised by the autograph book.

Bennarin glances up from Glyphe and nods seriously at Arric. "I 'preciate you."

Arric turns his gaze curiously to Hana. "And what made you decide you wanted to join Cobalt Company, Miss Hana?"

Gwenivene scribbles in the book, "Glyphe…Tinkerspell. That's an incredible name!" She hands the book back. It reads: To my new friend, Glyphe Tinkerspell. It's all surrounded by hearts and stars.

Bennarin eyes Gwen's autograph. He looks deeply impressed. Maybe he should ask for one now.

Glyphe takes the book and stares at the signature. "Wow…"

[Levesworth]: It's actually because of Cobalt Company's important roles in both Outland and the Northrend Campaign.

[Gwenivene]: So um…what book were you looking for? Sorry, having trouble following everything.

[Arric]: We're chatty, apologies, Miss Whittle.
Arric bows before Gwenivene.

Gwenivene giggles at Arric. "It's okay. I kinda chatter on, myself."

Bennarin nods at Hana with interest. "An' how's that, exactly?"

Glyphe looks hopefully over the back of her chair, just in case anyone else famous wants to walk in or bloop in or whatever.

Arric makes a gesture toward Hana that seems to indicate, hold that thought, I'm fascinated, before turning back to Gwen.

[Glyphe]: Snowdrop was looking for books on early magical script. That's Snowdrop there, with the short hair.

Levesworth smiles politely at Ben. She is holding the thought.

Glyphe points, because of no manners.

[Arric]: She thought perhaps she might get transport to Dalaran?

[Gwenivene]: Oh! Nice to meet you, Snowdrop. Another amazing name.

[Saelanalare]: Thank you. It's a translation. The Darnassian is a mouthful.

Gwenivene nods. "If you're looking for good books on magical script, Dalaran would be the place to go. Is there a particular language you're looking to study?"

Saelanalare hesitates. "Early Quel'dorei sigil magic."

Glyphe reluctantly puts her autograph book back in her backpack.

Gwenivene taps her chin. "I once came across a tome called something like, "The Unrolled Parchment of Zin-Azshari". I think that was the title. It was all about some ancient Highborne scroll that was discovered a few years back."

[Gwenivene]: I'm not sure if it covers sigils, but apparently it was chock full of insights. At least from what they could recover from the scroll.

Glyphe beams up at Gwenivene.

Saelanalare raises her head and looks very interested. "Something like that, yes."

[Levesworth]: Ooh, we're getting somewhere? That's great!

[Arric]: The two of you should most certainly exchange contact information at the very least, I think!

[Gwenivene]: Absolutely! Oooh, here, check this out. I just had these made!

[Glyphe]: This is the best library ever.

Gwenivene digs into a pocket and produces a small paper card. It glistens with shimmering ink that repeatedly spells out her name and contact information, vanishing, then rewriting it again.

[Arric]: We really did pick quite the spot, didn't we?

Levesworth giggles. "I definitely didn't expect to run into so many important people when I came."

Arric winks at Glyphe.

[Bennarin]: You meet all the best people in a library, I am tellin' you.

[Arric]: Ah, now, Miss Hana. You were saying you had interest in Outland and Northrend, and I'm simply dying to know why.

Glyphe's jaw drops slowly as she stares at the card. Her eyes are probably big again, but… still goggles, so… y'know.

Saelanalare can't help smiling. "I just found an old pendant and when i cleaned it up, it was covered in writing that looked like Darnassian, but I couldn't read it."
Saelanalare fumbles around and finds a notebook and a pencil, writing down her own information to give to Gwenivene.

[Gwenivene]: Well, if the book on the scroll doesn't help, I'll bet there's something—or someone—in Dalaran that can.

[Levesworth]: Oh, um… My parents disappeared out there. One in each place. They're probably dead. Oh, but Mrs. Whittle could probably get you to Dalaran, Snowdrop.

Saelanalare blinks. "Disappeared?"

Arric looks distressed at Hana's revelation.

Gwenivene takes the paper, looking it over and committing it to memory before tucking it away in the cover of her journal.

Glyphe turns her head toward Hana at that casual recitation.

Gwenivene frowns sympathetically at Hana. "Oh gosh, that's terrible, Miss."

[Saelanalare]: Were they in the Sons of Lothar?
[Saelanalare]: I read about it in the Cobalt Blade books. Arthur Reeves's parents went missing too.

Bennarin is studying Hana seriously. "My cousin lost his — well, I reckon my uncle, too. In Outland. One of the Sons."

Levesworth shakes her head. "No, my mother was a mercenary who went out there around when Cobalt Company did, when there weren't portals back. Which is part of why I'm so impressed with Mrs. Whittle, here."

[Saelanalare]: Are you going to go look for her?

Bennarin raises his eyebrows and looks across at Gwen again with a smile.

[Levesworth]: That is the plan, and it's part of why I want to join Cobalt Company.

Gwenivene blushes, ducking her head.

[Glyphe]: That's a good reason.

[Arric]: Oh, my goodness.
[Arric]: I know they have people that travel to both places. I'm certain they could help you look.

Bennarin nods gravely.

[Levesworth]: And Ben, you probably don't know me, but I've heard only the best things about you from Ralaea.

Bennarin 's eyes widen. "You know Rae? No shit. I mean, damn. I mean — that's great. Rae's great."

Levesworth smiles. "She says the same about you. Except. More Rae-like."

Bennarin grins at Hana. "She is pretty Rae-like, yeah."

[Arric]: I don't believe I know this Rae.

[Glyphe]: What do you do, Hana? Are you a mage or a fighter or something?

[Bennarin]: Ralaea Westwind. She was on my squad some. Hell of a fighter, real scrappy.

[Levesworth]: She's a ward of House Fallon. You're a noble, Lord Arric? You may meet her eventually!

[Glyphe]: He's best friends with Sintha Fallon!

[Gwenivene]: Oh…Lord Arric? So sorry…

[Bennarin]: You know — oh. You know the Fallons?

Gwenivene dips an awkward curtsey to Arric.

Bennarin looks a little bit wary.

[Arric]: Lady Sintha was my best childhood friend!

Saelanalare looks at Arric.

[Levesworth]: I'm learning hunting, trapping, tracking, archery. That sort of thing. I'm decent with a bow.

[Arric]: With a bow! How charming!

Glyphe hops a little in her seat. This is so exciting.

Bennarin nods slowly at Arric, and then looks down to Hana again.

Glyphe almost yells, "Airy's a hunter!"

[Arric]: I used to love archery. I'm rather more of a firearms man myself these days, but the bow is much subtler, I think it would suit you beautifully.

[Saelanalare]: Are you important? Ransom bait level important, I mean?

Gwenivene nudges Pookie, whispering, "Go try to find the book."

Glyphe grins around at everyone. See? This is all very exciting.

[Arric]: I am not important whatsoever, *Arric says cheerfully.*
[Arric]: No autographs needed.

Bennarin grins at Glyphe.

[Arric]: I'm a second son with no access whatsoever to his family, so.

[Bennarin]: Also, please don't be ransomin' no one here.

[Saelanalare]: Not that i'm feeling enterprising. I just wondered if people will try to kidnap you.

[Arric]: Not at all.
[Arric]: If they did, no one would come for me. *He laughs cheerfully.*

[Glyphe]: I'd come rescue you, Airy.

[Bennarin]: I mean it has happened before.

[Levesworth]: No access your family?

[Arric]: They're ah… in Kul Tiras. There's a situation right now.

[Saelanalare]: Excellent! Then we'll have not more than the usual amount of villains lurking.

[Levesworth]: I see… that must be how you know the Fallons.

The arcane familiar hovers over to the bookshelf, intoning, "Yes, Mistress Gwenivene the Clever."

[Arric]: They're fine, I just… they're not allowing passage back and forth anymore. Even mail.
[Arric]: Yes, yes, Lady Sintha helped me get set up here. I'm ever so grateful.

Gwenivene winces at the title Pookie gives her. "Not in public," she grumbles.

Arric peers at Kirin Tor Familiar searchingly.

[Saelanalare]: So you are here, and they are there.

Glyphe giggles.

Levesworth eyes the arcane familiar. "Oh it… talks?"

[Arric]: All right. Miss Whittle, now I have to ask what that thing is. Terribly sorry if that is ignorant or rude.
[Arric]: But it's been driving me mad.

[Saelanalare]: Servitor spirit?

[Gwenivene]: Oh, gosh. Just an arcane familiar. A construct of arcane energy given the semblance of sapience. Just sort of a helper I made.

[Arric]: That doesn't sound like "just" anything, Miss Whittle. Quite impressive.

Glyphe looks around and sticks her hand in the air.

[Arric]: Yes, Glyphe?

Gwenivene blushes. "Well, thank you."

Gwenivene looks to Glyphe.

Glyphe beams at Airy. "I wanna know if Hana has any animal companions like you do."

[Gwenivene]: Ooooh! I love animals.

[Levesworth]: Oh, um. I have… a dog? Well, he's really more of my cousin's dog, and he's not with me right now.

Glyphe nods, satisfied, and sits back in her chair.

[Arric]: What sort of dog?

Levesworth smiles playfully. "Well-trained. I have a whistle, for when I'm working late at a bar. He knows to come if I use it, because it means there's some sort of danger."

[Arric]: Excellent!
[Arric]: Best sort of dog, really.
[Arric]: And what sorts of animals do you like, Miss Whittle? Pets? Wild creatures? Horses?

Gwenivene's hat chirps. "Frogs, mostly."

[Arric]: That… that is a real frog, isn't it.
[Arric]: I… wasn't certain how to ask.

[Glyphe]: I have a mechanical squirrel, but it doesn't breathe fire yet.

[Arric]: Yet!
Arric encourages you. You can do it!

Glyphe looks down at her squirrel skeptically.

Gwenivene's hat frog chirps again. "Yes, this is Padrick." She boggles at Glyphe. "It's gonna breathe fire?"

[Glyphe]: One day! If I can make the faces stop melting.

[Arric]: She means the mechanical faces.

Gwenivene giggles. "Oh no, poor things!"

Saelanalare is listening and smiling.

Bennarin clears his throat. It sounds suspiciously like a stifled laugh.

[Arric]: She is not inadvertently melting others' faces. I assure you.

Pookie glides back to Gwen, holding up a thick book titled: The Ley Line Paradox: Infinite Energy or Cosmic Balance?

[Glyphe]: Oh, right. The mechanical faces melt. Not real faces. Not yet.

Gwenivene takes the book and hops joyfully. "This is it! Sorry to chat and run, everyone. Gotta go try to collapse a bunch of fire portals without ripping a gigantic hole in the universe! Toodles!"

[Arric]: Oh.

[Saelanalare]: I didn't know Cobalt Company was this much fun.

[Arric]: My goodness.

[Glyphe]: Wow…

Gwenivene waves enthusiastically, turns, and vanishes.

[Arric]: Oh it is, it's tremendous fun, Miss Snowdrop.
[Arric]: You should absolutely join.

[Levesworth]: Well… I think the universe will be safe.

[Bennarin]: We are fun as hell, miss, yeah.

Arric laughs delightedly.

[Levesworth]: From what I hear, hell isn't very fun, Ben.
Levesworth is teasing him.

Arric laughs even more delightedly.

Bennarin snorts at Hana, smiling.

[Saelanalare]: Is there an application? Are you looking for a—um. Gemmologist and …well. I find things.

[Arric]: You can pick up applications in— oh, er…
Arric glances at Ben awkwardly and does a go ahead gesture.

[Levesworth]: I picked up a pamphlet but honestly it needs some work. It has no useful information on it.

Glyphe giggles.

[Bennarin]: There is an application, yeah. You in Ironforge ever? You run by the HQ there an' you can get one. Or if you wanna write your name down for me I can send you one?
Bennarin glances at Hana, startled. "We got a pamphlet?"

[Saelanalare]: I should definitely write it down.

[Arric]: This is so exciting!
[Arric]: Perhaps all of us will get to go on an adventure together someday.
[Arric]: Miss Hana does your dog hunt with you?

Saelanalare finds another page and writes her name in painfully neat letters. There are many vowels.

[Levesworth]: You do, and it's… well. It had the address on it, but I was already at the HQ when I received it.
[Levesworth]: Oh, I haven't taken him yet, I'm sort of… not telling my cousin about my archery practice.

[Arric]: Why is that?

[Levesworth]: He worries.

[Glyphe]: Well, tell him you're joining Cobalt Company! Then he'll be too impressed to be worried.

[Saelanalare]: Worries about you being in danger?
[Saelanalare]: That's all the more reason for you to learn defense.

[Arric]: Who is your archery instructor?

[Levesworth]: Yes. He's a guard here in the city, and sometimes in Elwynn and… oh, I'm self-taught.

Bennarin looks impressed. "Nice."

[Arric]: Oh that won't do at all. I can give you some lessons if you like, when I'm back from my work in Desolace.

[Saelanalare]: There are targets in the southern part of Oldtown.

[Levesworth]: Would you? That would be wonderful, Lord Arric.

[Arric]: I managed to make a half decent archer out of my sister, and she didn't even have the head start that you have. I'm sure we can get you into fine shape!

Levesworth smiles.

[Glyphe]: Stuffed targets. Not live ones.

[Arric]: In Old Town you say? Splendid.

[Levesworth]: I can't practice in Old Town, the barracks is too close, he'd see me.

[Arric]: Oh, all right.

[Glyphe]: Take her to your orchard, Airy! She can poke holes in trees!

Bennarin glances a little askance at Glyphe's clarification.

[Arric]: Yes, let me find that map…
Arric rummages and pulls out a map of Elwynn.

[Saelanalare]: Hm. do you have flight clearance? or you could take the tram to Ironforge.

[Arric]: So it's just here… *He points* but you'll see the apple trees before you spot a house. Never fear, follow the path, it's there.

Bennarin cranes his neck curiously.

[Levesworth]: I have been to Ironforge.

[Arric]: If I'm not at home, Mrs. Chespin can let you know when I'm expected.

Levesworth peers at the map. "Ah, got it. I live in Elwynn too."

[Arric]: Oh splendid!
[Arric]: I do enjoy teaching.

Glyphe beams. "Isn't it great how tonight worked out? Everyone met someone they needed to and we made new friends and I got signatures in my book…"

[Arric]: And I'm sure your cousin will be very proud of you in the end.

[Bennarin]: Oh, shit, what time is it?

[Levesworth]: I hope so.

Bennarin looks around.

[Arric]: Yes, Glyphe, we did absolutely everything… except study engineering! *He laughs*

Glyphe giggles.
[Glyphe]: We'll come back another night for that. Maybe I'll get more signatures, too!

[Bennarin]: I got to get home before Mizmainy is worried.
[Bennarin]: It was nice to meet all y'all.

Glyphe says to Ben, "It's ten. I heard the chimes."

[Bennarin]: Shit," *Ben says again, and nods to Glyphe.*

[Arric]: They'll shoo us out of here soon.
[Arric]: So pleasant to meet all of you.
[Arric]: Do stay in touch!

[Levesworth]: It was lovely, yes, thank you all for the fun, and it was nice meeting you.

[Glyphe]: It was nice meeting you too! I look forward to meeting your dog.

Levesworth giggles.

Arric bows down graciously.

Glyphe hops out of her chair. "I have to go, too. I don't want to get locked out of my boarding house and it's way back in Ironforge."

[Levesworth]: Oh, I hope you make it!

[Saelanalare]: Hurry!

[Glyphe]: Right!
Glyphe hurries away.

[Saelanalare]: I think we should all turn in.

[Arric]: Stay safe, ladies.

[Levesworth]: I have a shift tonight, I was just picking up some extra reading. See you all!
Levesworth waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell!

Saelanalare waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell!