RP channel logs: Hafwen, Fieron

[RP]: (Hafwen): It just doesn't hold the same appeal.
[RP]: Hafwen sighs and looks at her half-full wine flask. She is tired. Of everything.
[RP]: Hafwen absently tracing the scars on her forearm with one finger, she looks around the currently empty clan hall. It has been quiet these past few weeks.
[RP]: Hafwen sighs.
[RP]: Hafwen misses Slesthas. And Isspt.
[RP]: Hafwen chuckles to herself. Who'd have thought she would ever miss a snake?
[RP]: Hafwen looks around the quiet hall. Save for Kessik, she hasn't seen anyone for ages.
[RP]: Fieron Raines steps into the Wanderers hall silently, frowning slightly at the silence. Everything seems to unfamiliar, and she berates herself for not returning sooner.
[RP]: Hafwen looks up at a sudden noise. Her hand falls instinctively to her dagger and she waits, holding her breath.
[RP]: Fieron Raines pauses briefly to peer into the stables, but besides the cow, it is empty. Sighing to herself, she moves on into the lounge.
[RP]: Hafwen continues to hold her breath until Fieron steps into the lounge. Her eyes go wide. There is a face Hafwen hasn't seen in a long, long time.
[RP]: Fieron Raines peers around the room, and sees Hafwen's expression. She spins around quickly, but sees no one there. Puzzled, she turns back to the Tolnedran. 'Is there something wrong?'
[RP]: Hafwen blushes slightly. No. she mumbles. I just haven't seen anyone else but Kessik in a long time.
[RP]: Fieron Raines smiles brightly. 'Well, good to see the Wanderers are out there and all...' She glances at the paintings above the mantlepiece. 'I see Shinara's busy with recruitment. Do you know where she is by any chance?'
[RP]: Hafwen shakes her head.
[RP]: Hafwen says 'I haven't seen Shinara in a long time.'
[RP]: Fieron Raines nods. 'Oh well.' She seats herself on the pillows, and sighs happily. 'It's good to be back.'
[RP]: Hafwen nods absently, peering into her wine-flask again.
[RP]: (Fieron Raines): A thought strikes her and she sits up sharply. 'Oh bother, I ought to drop in on Jaegos...' She plucks at the tassles of one of the pillows guiltily.
[RP]: Hafwen raises an eyebrow slightly and chuckles. I've run into him occasionally. He asks for you a lot. She smiles sadly and turns to look out the window. How nice it would be if..no. Best not to think like that.
[RP]: Fieron Raines twists her wedding ring absently, and grumbles. 'That's to be expected.' A faint smile crosses her face. 'Sweet of him, really...'
[RP]: Fieron Raines stares off into space, reminiscing.
[RP]: Hafwen nods again, running her fingers lightly over her scarred forearm. It is.
[RP]: Fieron Raines snaps back to the present. 'Well, what've you been up to?'
[RP]: Hafwen shrugs helplessly.
[RP]: Hafwen says 'Not much, really. Floyd's been running me ragged.'
[RP]: Fieron Raines smiles wryly. 'Oh yes, Floyd. Never liked that man. Then again, it's hard to think of someone who does.'
[RP]: Hafwen grins. He's not so bad, once you get used to him.
[RP]: (Fieron Raines): Her eyes narrow. 'Don't say that. Makes you sound like you've married him.'
[RP]: Fieron Raines pauses. 'Don't tell me you have.'
[RP]: Hafwen shudders at the word "married". Seems like it, I spend enough time doing things for him.
[RP]: Hafwen winks at Fieron Raines.
[RP]: Fieron Raines grins broadly. 'Never understood why he didn't just get Emily to do his errands. No matter.' She lies back again, tapping a finger on her dagger hilt.
[RP]: Hafwen chuckles. Would -you- try to make Emily run errands? She grins. Floyd's a smart man, in that respect. She tips her flask up and drinks from it finally.
[RP]: Fieron Raines contemplates this, then nods slowly. 'Fair enough.' She sniffs the air. 'Drinking wine?'
[RP]: Hafwen nods. Gives me something to do. She shrugs, smiles wryly and drinks from the flask again.
[RP]: Fieron Raines sniffs disdainfully. 'I've always preferred Othlass.'
[RP]: Hafwen shrugs helplessly.
[RP]: Hafwen says 'Icewine is cheap.'
[RP]: Fieron Raines resists the urge to drift off into sleep on the comfortable pillows. Travelling is fun, but tiring. 'Surely you must have spent some time doing something... besides helping Floyd.'
[RP]: Hafwen shrugs again. I've been sitting here a lot. She thinks back on her travels. I did travel to Nyissa once.
[RP]: Fieron Raines perks up. 'Really? What'd you do?'
[RP]: Hafwen grins. I got a snake, a knife wound and some really bad drugs. She actually laughs out loud, thinking about her adventure with Slesthas.
[RP]: Fieron Raines says suspiciously 'Bad drugs?'
[RP]: Hafwen nods. Er, yeah. She shrugs. I'm not exactly proud of it, but they keep me numb. She winks at Fieron and drinks from her flask again.
[RP]: Fieron Raines raises an eyebrow. 'I don't approve of them...' Since I was an addict myself once, she adds in the privacy of her mind. 'But I could have made some for you. Who'd you get it from? Last thing you need is some rubbish addictive.'
[RP]: Hafwen raises an eyebrow. The drugs were top of the line. I just meant that they weren't exactly legal. She winks again. And nothing personal, but I promised my source that I would never reveal it.
[RP]: Fieron Raines chuckles. 'Doesn't matter. I'm just being nosy. Feel out of touch and all. Did you mention something about a snake?'
[RP]: Hafwen laughs again. It's funny, I'm terrified of snakes. But while I was in the Jungles, I happened upon a little green snake named Isspt.
[RP]: (Fieron Raines): 'You wouldn't happen to know which species he is, would you?'
[RP]: Hafwen shakes her head. Not a clue. I just know his name is Isspt. And he likes milk. She frowns slightly. I thought all snakes ate rodents, but he seems to not really care for them. She pauses. Or at least he tells me he doesn't.
[RP]: Fieron Raines raises an eyebrow. 'You can speak to snakes?'
[RP]: Hafwen giggles. Not really. But I spent enough time with Isspt, I have a pretty good idea of what he's trying to tell me. She giggles again.
[RP]: Fieron Raines chuckles again. 'Not bad.' She shuts her eyes, then, realising she is about to doze off, forces them open again. 'And uh... I gather you've recovered from your wound? Since you're running around... and stuff...'
[RP]: Hafwen nods. It wasn't so bad. Knife in the ribcage. She shrugs and absently traces the scars on her forearms again. She reaches for her dagger, then catches herself, automatically looking around for Slesthas.
[RP]: Fieron Raines watches Hafwen's actions warily. 'I wouldn't dismiss a knife in the ribcage as not 'so bad', personally.'
[RP]: Fieron Raines adds 'In fact, I'd class that as 'pretty damned serious'.'
[RP]: Hafwen grins. Yeah, well...I had a good healer.
[RP]: Fieron Raines waves a hand in the air. 'Should recommend him to me sometime, then.' She pulls out a leather skin from her pouch and takes a swig from it. 'Not now. I'm too lazy to go anywhere.'
[RP]: Hafwen nods. I hope you like snakes. He lives in Sthiss Tor. She winks at Fieron and takes one final pull from her flask, emptying it.
[RP]: Fieron Raines grins broadly. 'I'm half-Nyissan. That should help, right?'
[RP]: Hafwen giggles. Yep, I think that'll help. She peers into her now empty flask. I appear to have run dry. She eyes Fieron's skin and grins.
[RP]: Fieron Raines raises her skin. 'Want to try some Othlass? I distill it myself.'
[RP]: Hafwen shrugs. Sure, I'll try anything once.
[RP]: Fieron Raines tosses the skin carelessly at Hafwen. 'It's a tad strong for some people's tastes.' She pauses. 'Make that most people's. But I think it'll suit you just fine.'
[RP]: Hafwen nods and takes a long swig from the skin. Barely managing to swallow, she coughs as it burns her throat. Yep. she says hoarsely. Good stuff. She coughs again, tears in her eyes, and hands the skin back to Fieron.
[RP]: Fieron Raines smiles inwardly as she takes the skin back. 'How is it?'
[RP]: Hafwen nods, still coughing. 's good, she manages to say.
[RP]: Fieron Raines flashes the Tolnedran a cheeky grin. 'Funny, that. Lots of people say the same, but they refuse to take another sip.'
[RP]: Hafwen raises an eyebrow. Give that back a sec.
[RP]: Fieron Raines closes her eyes briefly, vainly trying to stave off sleep. 'Hm? Oh, just take the whole thing. I can always make some more, now I'm back.' She stands up, and holds out the skin. 'Think I'll go take a nap in...' She stifles a yawn. 'Sorry. In my office.'
[RP]: Hafwen nods and takes the skin, pouring the liquid into her empty flask. She hands the now empty skin back to Fieron. I should probably see where Floyd wants me to go next, anyway. She flashes a quick smile. Was nice talking to you.
[RP]: Fieron Raines nods. 'Yes, it was. Try not to get too drunk on it.' She winks, gives the old man who had been deeply immersed in the scroll all along a nod, and walks into her office.
[RP]: (Fieron Raines): She shuts the door, and wonders vaguely why there is no lock, before remembering.
[RP]: (Fieron Raines): Chuckling to herself, she pulls out a bedroll from her desk drawer, shakes it and curls up in it. She falls asleep within moments.
[RP]: Hafwen watches Fieron leave the lounge and sits for a moment, pondering. Making a decision, she stands and stretches, then strides out of the clan hall, headed for the center of Sendar.

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