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Harper's Tale - Tuesday, July 23, 2002, 7:57 PM
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Master Jueann recieved an brief note practically demanding that she come to the Smith hall.
She was met by Master Darman, who proceeded to demand that she reassign Liesana to another Hall. He became even more irrate when Master Jue questioned him to the point that fearing for her life, the poor harper master fainted.
Luckily Master Aerrin was on hand to help the poor harper while Master Darman stood there watching, offering no help or sympathies to Jue.
Apprentice Hynolonie and Bruan were there to help their master when she recovered to the Guest Rooms and a note was sent later Master Cera.

OOC: Special thanks for the rp'ing to Aerrin, Darman, Hyn and Bruan. Evan stopped by to add his 2 cents to the rp'ing. Stay tune for more, I don't think this is played out yet.
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Gathering Hall
The immensity of the Gathering Hall offers more than enough room for several different groups of people to sit and chat, as well as eat. The heat of the great hearth on the far wall spreads throughout, the merry crackling adding a peaceful undertone to the room. Several non-movable tables and benches are settled along the far wall near an ever-full klah pot and several trays of various snacks set out for the hungry. The walls are decorated with tapestries denoting Pern society. Along the wall above the kitchen, in particular, is the pride and joy of the weavers: a string of dragons flying Threadfall. The vibrant flames and metallic hues of the dragons seem to glow as the flickering firelight strikes them
Various scents assult your nose as you walk in here. The rich smell of foods from the kitchen. The fire's smoke and heat. The sweet odors of various pipeweeds from the gossipers surrounding the hearthside table. The aromatic baskets do little here, except add their own faint undertones.
Clinging to a high beam are seven firelizards.
You see Large Wooden Table and Bonehead here.
Obvious exits:
Kitchen     Smith Infirmary     Courtyard     Grand Staircase     Lower Level

Bruan strolls with a distracted mien in from the Courtyard.

Bruan is less muddy than he was the day before. In fact, he's looking rather dapper--or as dapper as he might with his hands shoved into baggy trous and his usual slouch dropping his monstrous height a few inches.

Liesana is seated at one of the long tables, munching on a midafternoon snack, and giving a fishy look to a pair of drudges that keep pointing at her, then returning to gossiping with each other in hushed tones. Shaking her head, she returns to her pastime of decimating a plate of cookies, giving Bruan a wave as she notes his entrance. "Hullo there, Bru, stayed overnight?" she queries.

Bruan shrugs at the Master as he comes to a halt beside her seat, leaning against the table. "I didn't have much choice. I uh..." He tugs on his tunic. "..needed cleaning." He clears his throat, then attempts to change the subject. Heavy brows lift in wonder and he points at the plate. "What kind of cookies are those?"

"Sweetener-nut," replies Liesana. "With I /think/ a little bit of citron for flavour. Help yourself and have a seat, Bru." The plate is nudged in his direction with her free hand, while she nibbles at a cookie. "Well," she intones, voice lowered slightly. "If you stayed here overnight, perhaps you can tell me just /why/ all the drudges are whispering and pointing at me?"

Bruan nods and accepts a cookie with a nod of thanks, then pulls out a chair, legs screeching, flops into its seat, and drapes a leg over one arm. He glances over towards the nearby drudges, nibbling lightly on the edge of the cookie. "Them?" he asks, then smiles. "Good cookies." He finishes the treat and, with a spray of crumbs, shrugs and replies, "Might have something to do with all that ruckus in the courtyard, last night."

"Ruckus in the courtyard last night...?" repeats Liesana inquiringly, trailing off to draw out the last word promptingly. "You'll have to fill me in on the details, Bru, I was down in my lair answering that letter of Nherys', after all. What happened?"

Bruan quirks a brow, reaching for another cookie, as he regards Liesana with a lowered gaze. "Well, I'm not really sure myself what happened." He takes a big crumbly bite of the cookie and licks his lips free of crumbs.

Liesana cants her head to one side, and looks serene and encouraging. Fortunately, she's still under Healer restrictions, or she'd no doubt be taking notes. "Well, why not tell me what you saw and heard then, without attempting to interpret it."

Bruan considers this for a moment, brushing crumbs from the front of his tunic. "Well. Hynolonie was going to show me where the lake was, so I could clean off, and we found a Master passed out in the courtyard with a crowd around her."

Liesana somehow manages to remain vaguely intelligent-looking as she gnaws on a cookie of her own, canting her head the other way now, and lifting a surprised eyebrow. "A passed out Master? Who? And who did the crowd consist of?"

Bruan licks his lips, eyeing the cookies more, but folding his hands over his chest rather than reaching for another. "Well, let's see." He has to think about it for a minute. "I think it was Jueann. And there was a Healer Master there by the name of uh..." He looks upwards. "Aerrin, I believe. And a couple of smiths. One.. uh.. Darman, and an Evan. Pretty sure they were both masters." He scratches just above his left ear, face scrinching in uncertainty.

Liesana blinks. "Darman, Evan, Aerrin and Jueann? All /here/? Well, the second two at least are unexpected. How... interesting." Yes, Liesana is quite oblivious to what went on last night, although she's picked up on undercurrents. Hence her interrogation now. "So... were they all just standing there in silence, staring at Jueann, or was anyone speaking?"

Bruan grins. "Well, I'm assuming Aerrin was here to assist Jueann and well, Jueann said she got some note or another from Darman that brought her here." He shrugs. "And, well, Darman was yelling, from what I could tell and Evan was just standing around agreeing or disagreeing with folks. Aerrin didn't seem too happy with Jueann when she came around, and Jueann mentioned something about not telling Jaqui."

Liesana finishes her cookie, reaches for another one, and idly flips it thorugh her fingers, rather than immediately taking a bite. "Hmm... well, I can guess the Aerrin/Jueann dynamic fairly well," she muses, not going into detail. "And that sounds about standard behaviors for Evan... Who exactly was Darman yelling at?" she queries.

Bruan shrugs. "He was yelling at Jueann. Something about a poorly behaved Harper, or something and how can we promote such people." He smirks, rolling his eyes. "Well, Jue had something to reply to that. She lodged a complaint, right then and there, with Evan, about Darman."

Liesana's lips twitch in amusement at the scene, before they thin with annoyance. "So Master Darman, being unable to confront me /directly/ with whatever problem he has with me, felt the need to harass master Jueann until she fainted?" she summarizes, not looking very pleased at all. "Well, I wonder what's next? Kicking kittens from the fireheights?"

Bruan's brows lift, amusement tugging at his lips. "Who said it was you he was complaining about?" he asks, finally giving in to the temptation to reach for another cookie. He slips his leg back over the arm so that he's actually sitting upright for a moment.

Darman strides in from the Balcony Landing.
Darman strides to the Smith Infirmary.

Liesana laughs. "Reasoning on hearsay alone?" she comments. "Ah, you rather got me there. Remind me not to have you opposite me while I'm at trial. But really, look at the evidence. Jueann summoned to Smith Hall. Darman displeased about a recent promotion to Master. I'm the most recent promotion to Master, and the Harper that Darman has the most contact with. It seems a safe theory."

Bruan shrugs, grinning. "I suppose so, though I said promotion, rather than promotion to Master." He folds his arms across his chest. "So, what would he be angry with you about?" He feigns disinterest. "No one bothered to mention that."

Sky blinks in from ::between::!

Liesana offers a smirk and a wave of one hand. "I'm also the most recent promotion /period/." she notes, crunching down on her cookie. "But as for Darman, I really doubt that he needs a /reason/ to be angry with me... He's never been too keen on me from the beginning, after all. And now that he's Craftsecond, who knows how his head works."

Bruan frowns. "I don't understand why someone just wouldn't like you. There has to be some reason." He smirks, then, expression suddenly innocent. "Maybe he doesn't like girls."

Liesana shrugs. "If I were a Mindhealer, I could give you an analysis. As I'm not. I'll just deal with him as it comes. If he's man enough to face me, instead of intimidating the timid." she snorts. No, someone's /definitely/ not impressed with Darman. "But your theory is a little off, I'm afraid. He's got a wife and children, so he must like girls to some extent. Perhaps he doesn't like Harpers."

Bruan nods, once again sprawling. "Well, that's a good theory, I suppose. And, after last night, I don't think I'd call Jueann timid. Though unwell wouldn't be too far off." He clears his throat, a note that he thinks he might be going to far, and shifts in his seat until he's comfortable. "Why don't you.. uh.. approach him, yourself?"

Liesana chuckles. "No, Jueann's not precisely timid," she agrees. "Still, I think it rather cowardly not to face someone if you've got a problem with them. Not at all honourable..." She munches some more of her cookie, and then snags a glass of juice off a tray being carried past by a drudge, sipping and giving a wry smile. "I fully intend to approach him myself. However, right now I'm more than likely to tear a large strip off of him for making Jueann faint. I may still do that, but it behooves me to be calm and focused if I do so. Otherwise, I'm Keroon-bred enough that my temper would get the best of me."

Bruan quirks a brow, his expression one of censure. "Making her faint? From what I overheard, she'd overextended herself. Perhaps she /was/ answering his summons, but she's a big girl. She can make decisions for herself," he argues.

"You see my point?" notes Liesana with a lift to her eyebrow and the wry look returning. "Right now, I'm letting myself be guided too much by my emotions and not enough by reason and logic, and I can't let myself be doing that, if I'm going to confront /anyone/."

Bruan nods, folding his hands once again over his midsection, legs stretched out in front of him. "Well, it's good you understand that much," he replies with candor, then allows a touch of a wicked grin to draw at his lips.

Liesana chuckles. "To thine own self be true," she quotes at the other Harper. "To my mind, that also includes knowing what your flaws are, and how to work around them. Seems to work so far." she grants with a shrug, before smiling. "So, never /did/ get a chance to ask you... how's Gar?

"Flaws? I don't have any flaws," Bruan retorts with a grin, then resettles himself once again. Can we say ADD? "Gar? Well. It's well, actually. The children are doing well in their lessons and the only troublemaker is my fault, so I have no complaints."

"No flaws? Then sit up straight." smirks Liesana, waggling a cookie at him, before snapping it in half and popping bits of it in her mouth. "But that's good to hear. Especially about a troublemaker. Need to have a little spice in the mix, or all the sweetener can turn your stomach."

Bruan laughs and straightens briefly before slouching again. "It's not a flaw if it makes people more comfortable around me," he replies, then nods agreement, reaching for another cookie. "And Ria is worth every moment," he adds with a smile.

Liesana chuckles. "Whatever you say, Bruan," she grins, eyeing the cookies, but pushing them firmly away. "Well, say hello to her for me, will you? And here, give this," A bundle of sweetsticks is handed over with ceremony. "To the brat pack when you get back, eh?"

Bruan laughs softly, accepting the package. "Sure." He salutes her with the sweetsticks and moves to rise. "Well, I have a long ride ahead of me in the morning. I should probably find my borrowed bed." He grins and pushes to his feet. "It's been a pleasure."

Liesana nods, and stands as well, as an afterthought snagging the much-diminished plate of cookies for an evening snack as she gives a grin. "Likewise, Bruan. Thanks for letting me interrogate you. I do believe I'm getting out of practice in cross-exam, with this sudden annoying outbreak of law-abiding around these parts." she clucks, before grinning again, and disappearing down the stairs to her lair.

Bruan snorts. "Last I heard, apprentices were pretty good at breaking rules," he calls in reply before she disappears, then heads in his own direction.
Bruan goes home.