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(M) The Sliding Tavern

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Offline Merlin

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Reggie wasn't as keen as a Bloodhound, but his sense of smell was top drawer, and it helped that Red didn't smell like any other of the myriad shoppers who had crossed her path since leaving the scene.

As they weaved past several booths and stalls, something caught Peter's eye. A dusky skinned woman, with wild dreadlocks that gave her a rough appearance that was still artistically attractive, was selling jewelry and other various accessories. One of the pieces was a gold locket with a beautiful rose-like bloom painted on it.

The woman was watching him with dark alert eyes. "You like?" she purred.

"Very much," Peter said wistfully, fingering the glossed surface of the piece.

"Then you buy," she smiled.

"I'm sorry," he said reluctantly. "I haven't any money."

"Maybe you are Official Thief," she frowned. "You are supposed to say so up front."

"Oh, absolutely not!" Peter shook his head. As he did so, his hood slid back on his head, and the woman caught sight of his gold hoop earrings.

"Trade!" she crowed, leaping to her feet and pointing. "Earrings for necklace!"

"Done," Peter agreed, removing the earrings. He had no real emotional attachment to them, and there were other earrings in his room. The woman took the hoops and dropped the locket into Peter's outstretched palm.

"Enjoy," she smiled.


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Meanwhile, at the edge of the tavern grounds, the wizards of the Council of The Unexplainable had arrived. The beaded old white men stood in their thick robes and tall pointed hats, pushing spectacles up on their noses, muttering and posturing, some daintily poking the ground with the toe of their pointed shoes, while others carefully checking for an invisible barrier using the mouth tip of large ivory smoking pipes.

"Well, well, well," spoke one.

"Yes, indeed, most unexplainable I've seen in quiet some time," added another.

*ahem* cleared a third and when all the other wizards looked at him, he spoke. "Just clearing my throat."


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On their way out, Leonie spotted Peter's curly golden head when he pushed his hood back.  "PETE!  HEY, PETE!  OVER HERE!"  She waved like a maniac.

Meanwhile, in Psuedopolis Square, the wizard on the broomstick landed near the Council of the Unexplainable and straightened up with a mighty scowl.

All of them recognized him.  He was Mustrum Ridcully, the Archchancellor of Unseen University, and technically their boss.  He did not quite recognize them.  That is, he knew they were wizards and members of his faculty, but he didn't recall their names (he had a very large faculty) and he didn't remember ever forming a Council of the Unexplainable.  If he did, he would have demanded to know why it wasn't called the Committee of the Inexplicable.

"What are you fellers doin' out here?" he rumbled.  "Haven't you classes to teach?"

Then he spotted Rikerg and became very keen.  "Oh, I say!" he said, edging forward, though not quite reaching the border of the Tavern.  "Look at that magnificent... er... What is that, do you fellers know?"  Ridcully was a sportsman, and every time he saw some thing large and furry, he had an urge to shoot it, stuff it, and mount it on his wall above the fireplace.  "Look at those tusks!"


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Peter looked around as he heard Leonie's voice rising above the low, even babble of the market, and saw the girl waving her hands like a loon. He smiled and waved back, deciding to wait where he was, since the animal laden cart was coming toward him. He attached the locket around his neck, and slipped it inside his clothes.

Reggie rose on his back legs and danced in a circle. **Look! It's Leonie. And Red. And Tikk -- and look at all the animals!!**

"I see," Peter said, hoping he could manage to be elsewhere when Rikerg was fed one of those poor beasts.


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Aisling refocused on the view out the windows as she saw an officious man fly in on a broomstick, which didn't look like a comfortable mount by any means, but... not her business.  There were a whole group of them gathering at the Tavern's boundary.  They made strange motions with their hands and pipes, and looked mostly harmless.  Although that last one... he seemed a little too interested in the tusked one. 

But the fae-ish bard was out there with the tusked one.  Perhaps he would keep things calm?


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Rikerg had fallen asleep listening to the elf, even though he was very tired from all the fighting, his hunger didn't allow him to sleep very deeply. He stirred a bit when the three strange men came, the stench of new magic users disturbing him, and his eyes opened as one cleared his throat. He took in a breath before giving them a warning growl as they neared the Tavern.

He didn't plan on moving unless they tried something, but then the newcomer flew in on a broom. At first it seemed like he was going to send the similairily dressed men away, but then his interest shifted.

Rikerg's growling began anew, and he sat up, displaying his claws as well to try and deter the man.


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When the Archchancellor arrived the wizards nervously started acting busy. When the question was posed, they all looked in different directions like high school students being asked to volunteer. There was visible relief when his attention was diverted towards Rikerg.

"Indeed," agreed several to the Archchancellor's comment about the tucks.