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Harper's Tale - Wednesday, July 03, 2002, 7:37 PM
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The Flying Mug
A few shades too bright for the lighting to ever be called quite dim, the interior of the Flying Mug reveals upon closer inspection the marks of a much-frequented bar. Although the tables all match and the chairs are of a set, one or seven chairs have a wobbly leg, a few tabletops have big gashes across them, and each surface has an intricate pattern of turn-old mug rings. A well stocked, well polished and well maintained bar stretches across the expanse of the wall, facing the series of shuttered windows looking out on the courtyard. The bar stools are better maintained than the chairs, with low backs. And they spin, too! An intricate 'mural' covers the ceiling and there's a 'note' on the wall.
High in the rafters are twenty-six firelizards.
You see LaughCraft Cap, Hinei, and Bartender Lem here.
Elgin, Lhana, Nadine, Sii'kyn, and Leolin are here.
Obvious exits:
Dining Hall     Great Hall
You stand in the rather rambunctious Flying Mug.

Slink. Slinkslink. Shuffle. There's a shadow that's suddenly appeared in the doorway to the Great Hall. A shadow that can be identified as Liesana. A Liesana weighed down by an armload of reading. A pair of apprentice voices can be heard calling behind her, questions about homework assignments and the like. And so, with a harried look on a normally good-humoured face, she settles at a corner table with her scrolls and attempts to fade into the walls.

Jueann enters quietly behind Liesana, she heads for the errant harper. "Hello Liesana, may I join you?" But not waiting for permission, she slides out a chair and makes herself comfortable. "And what are you up to today, my fine harper?"

Yes. /Almost/ 17. While Lhana's...almost 22. Eep. But still...he's pretty. And she's pretty. So everything works out. Right? "Oh, sand is fine and all...for visiting." She'll just pretend like she doesn't secretly want to set up a tent and live on the beach. "Not that the snow is all that great, either. No, what I like best about the 'Reaches is...the Springs." Cue Lhana the Poet-wannabe. "The birds all singing, the trees all abloom, the meadows covered in flowers like a glorious, rainbow carpet. The wonderful, wonderful piles of mud..." Wait. No. "Err..." That's her lifemate speaking, honest. "I mean...what was I talking about again?"

Something distinctly like a wince crosses Liesana's features briefly, although she keeps the expression hidden from Jueann. The Master is stalking her, she's sure of it. Schooling them into something more sociable, however, she waves a scroll weakly. "Sure... ah, pull up a chair?" she offers, before waving the scroll again. "Trying to catch up on some reading. Janlis told me to get out of the Archives and get some sunlight, but Kevos is down with a head cold, and asked me to take on History of Law for him, 'til he was recovered."

Jueann frowns, "I see. And are you getting enough sleep? Food? Did you find anything interesting in the Archives?" She fires off the questions. Of course, the master is stalking the poor harper. The apprenctices snicker but a stern look from the usually shy master silences them.

Nadine is now staring at Lhana. "Uh...the mud. You were talking about the mud...and the flowers, and the birds, and the trees, and we have all of that in beautiful, radiant abundancy, except for the mud. We have sand instead of mud." She drinks again of her glass and sets it down beside her. Can't seduce a man while drunk; slurring your words is a turn-off. "Well, I prefer riding runners under the warm sun, with the breeze to cool you off," she interjects to Lion. "But to each his own...I don't think I could survive living anywhere but the southern coast."

Harsha walks with a graceful step in from the great hall.

Leolin shurgs slightly at Lhana. Yes and both of them being pretty makes up for it. As far as he cares anyways. By this time most of his hair has fallen down and infront of his eyes so their crystal gaze is almost not visable from under his hair. "Perhaps. Aiolos doesn't like the heat so, whatever makes my runner happy." He says with a lopsided grin on his face now. He takes his own drink and takes a few sips from it, "And yes I have to agree, to each his own. Cold or warm whatever you like." He winks to the girls before he leans back in his chair.

Harsha comes flying into the mug papers flying behind her but she screeches to a halt as she spots Liesana. Act normal, not late, nope not Harsha. She scoops up what papers dropped and she edges her self quietly to a table maybe she won't be noticed? A few meatrolls and a mug of klah is ordered in a whisper.

Janicka walks in from the great hall.
Janicka walks out.

OK, first she's supposedly slacking off and leaving work undone, and now she's being asked if she's looking after herself? Liesana's getting suspiscious. Is this all part of a fiendish plot to drive her insane, and thereby produce more ranking Harpers like Kurt? "The usual, please" she orders from a nearby drudge, lifting an eyebrow at Jueann with a "Get you anything?" before actually replying with a wry shrug. "Sleep? What's that? I get what I can. And there are always interesting things in the Archives."

Jueann smiles, and signals, "REdfruit juice for me please." Then back to Liesana and her smile fades, as she surveys the different apprentices that have entered. "There is always interesting things in the Archives? Can you give me more details?"

Janicka walks in from the great hall.

Lhana shoots Nadine a glare. She wasn't asking /you/. "Well, it certainly isn't /nearly/ as beautiful. And the air isn't nearly so crisp. In fact, I think the air here can get downright oppressive." So there. It appears that 'to each his (or /her/) own' isn't good enough for Lhana. No, Lhana's more the 'my way or no way at all' type of gal, and so she's not about to give this up. "Anyway, I think the 'Reaches are much better. A bit secluded, but that just leaves more time for...social interaction." We don't need to get into what kind. She gives Leolin a wink, reaching out to take another small sip of wine. The harpers get a glance, and a little finger-wave.

Leolin runs both hands threw his hair and lets out a sigh as he nods to Lhana, "Yeah..have to agree with you. Reaches is great." He smiles at the wink as he holds his hair back with a hand, the other traces to the strings on his shirt that he losens, he's getting a bit warm in here so why not undo his shirt alittle? Probably not the best idea infront of the ladies but right now he can only think of cooling down.

The drudge departs, after a nod from Liesana, after which, the senior journeywoman replies to Lhana's wave with one of her own, propping her elbows on the table and resting her forehead tiredly in her hands after that. Having deprived herself of her usual safety valves like wine and walks on the beach, thanks to a developing paranoia over the Harper Crafthead, someone's starting to get a little stressed. "Oh, well today I was just overseeing the apprentices reshelving misplaced records, for the most part. But I ran across an interesting old book. Collection of transcripts of murder trials from the 9th Interval. Fascinating read. Might just have to work it into my Law lessons."

Harsha hums softly to herself as she munches on a meatroll feeding the other two to her blue firelizards, her feet seems to move to some unheard beat. Not late. Hummm humm. Harsha late? Never! Heheheh. She gulps a too large a bite nervously and begins a large coughing fit. So much for being unnoticed. She takes a long swig of klah trying to wash it down, but it takes quite sometime to stop the coughing /and/ there are little chunks of meatroll on her homework...Just great.

Jueann nods to Harsha and Janicka as she smiles at drudge returning with her drink. "Very good Liesana. Tell me, how are the apprentices under you? Are they learning Law like they are suppose to? I'm getting alot of reports that there are mass sluffing off in classes." Sinking a dig into the sr. j'man.

Nadine shakes her head. "But the Reaches is always so cold, if you don't have a convenient fire heating you up you have to wear layers upon layers of clothing. Here we're free to go around dressed like...well, like /her./" She nods her head at Lhana, dressed in her bikini. We won't go into Nadine's fondness for tight, skin-showing clothing. "It's much more comfortable, and it requires less time each morning. Aaaand we don't spend time and people heating the Hold. We just throw open the windows and let the air circulate."

Janicka walks through a door into the great hall.

"Not in /my/ classes, they aren't," notes Liesana, a flash in amber eyes evidence of a temper gertting more easily riled than the norm, but still kept under a tight lid for all that. "I may be a bit unorthadox in my methods, but people do not fall asleep in my classes." Because falling asleep in a Liesana lesson is an excellent way of getting picked to demonstrate a point.

Harsha boggles at the thought of falling asleep in on of Liesana's classes, bad bad idea. But she's not going to say /anything/. She's not in the position and she's late, so she better stay low key. But she gives Liesana a glance of empathy. She rumages through her stuff and starts to rewrite her work. What a pain.

Jueann raises an eyebrow and says nothing as she sips her juice. She notes harsha and beckons the apprentice closer.

Lhana smiles back at Leolin. "I like it there," she says, before streeeetching quite sexily and leaning back in her chair, still looking for subtle ways to show off that skimpy little bikini. Ha. Little bikinis beat social skills any day. Nadine gets a smile, as Lhana's not quite sure how to take that comment and therefore takes it as a compliment. "But if you dress like this /all/ the time, it lessens the impact. Makes it so much less...special. Could even get one branded as..." She closes her mouth. No, she does /not/ want this to escalate into a chickfight. No sirree. Instead, she just readjusts her bikini again, calling attention back to what's important, here.

Liesana will take that as a concession. Or at the very least, not press the point further. The drudge returns and delivers Liesana's beverage at last. Benden white wine. One glass. Chilled. 12th Turn. This is as regular a routine as the sun rising. "Ah Harsha," she greets, spotting the apprentice at last. "Do come join us."

Harsha blinks softly. Closer? No. No. No. Oh well, what can she do? She stands nervously hanging on tightly her mug of klah and walks closer to Liesana and Jueann. She offers a small smile in greeting to the two. Her knuckles turning white from her death grip on the mug.

Leolin chuckles softly as he catches Lhana and what she's about to say. "Hmm..I don't know. I've always liked the cold but I think we've talked enough about weather. It's just going to end up in a fight of some sort." Dropping his hair he grabs his wine and takes a drink of it with a soft sigh. A chickfight would probably amuse him since usually the only time he sees girls fight or yell is when they are about to kill him for doing something.

Nadine nods calmly, her sweet, seductive smile still on her face. This ain't over yet, sister. "So." She breathes in deeply, holds it, and slooowly lets it out audibly. She's seen the effects this can have on men and often employs it, despite it being well-known and overused, because it still seems to work. "Anything interesting happening with either of you?" Her tone, however, makes it clear she included Lhana only to be polite.

Jueann sips her juice and studies the harpers in front of her. "Well, well. We don't bite, Harsha. Well not much." She looks from apprentice to journeywoman. "I'm just quizzing Liesana oin her duties. I've gotten reports and I have to make sure."

Lhana sits back, giving Nadine a cool look. Finding herself out of wine, she stands, stretching as far as her flexible back will let her, showing off her figure artfully. She didn't win Tsunami's last Wet Tunic contest for nothing, after all. "Well," she says, "I'm going for a refill. Anyone want anything?" Though she, too, makes it clear that she's only including Nadine for the sake of maintaining some semblance of politeness.

An eyebrow is lifted at Nadine as he carefully looks her over before attention is turned to his glass. He really has to be very carefull of not give anyone to much attention and the other not enough. He really doesn't want to start a fight. "I'm good on wine still, thanks." He comments as he nods to his wine, once again reaching up and losening the strings on his shirt, opening it a bit more.

Harsha grins softly at Jueann, "Quiz Liesana, this a first. Usually she's working us so hard...I mean, you would think that one goes through enough quizzes while one is an apprentice for a life time...Especially if you have a Journeywoman has tough as Liesana." she smiles nervously, and goes to turn to Liesana, but her grip on the mug turns fatal as it is spilled all over Harsha and homework, which will once again have to be copied.

Liesana's gaze shifts to take in the scene across the tavern of Greenrider vs. Hold resident for a moment, before returning to her tablemates and their own conversation. "Begging your pardon, Master Jueann," she prefaces, a phrase that's been seeing more use in the past sevenday than in the past seven turns. "But if you feel that I'm out of line in some way, I'd appreciate it if you'd just tell me straight out. Oblique hints do nothing to help me know what I need to improve upon." Her tone is kept reasonable, an attempt to blunt any ill-feeling raised by her plain terms.

Qovin walks in from the great hall.

Nadine narrows her eyes artfully, dropping the lids partway. "No...I'd prefer not to be drunk /this/ night," she demurrs to Lhana. "I have plans." Puuuurrrr. "Were you planning to do something tonight, Lion?" she inquires innocently. "It's supposed to be a warm, clear night. Perfect for stargazing, I hear." Apparently she, too, is getting hot, because she undoes a few strings on her shirt, letting it drop a bit and open more interesting things for public viewing. She likes to do her part and make the world a better place now and then. "It /is/ hot in here, though, isn't it?" she murmurs.

Janicka walks in from the great hall.
Janicka walks through a door into the great hall.
Qovin walks through a door into the great hall.

Lhana rolls her eyes, pretending not to catch the hint. "Oh, nonsense. You can't get drunk on two glasses of wine." She walks over to the bar and pauses just for a second, waiting for her refill to come back. "Or at least...not if you know how to hold your wine." And the rivalry continues. The wine comes back, and Lhana walks back with it, saying something to the 'tender along the lines of, "Put it on Elgin's tab, will you, sweetness?" She's not one to pay for anything herself if she can help it, after all. She sits down, but, finding Leolin altogether to distracted, or perhaps even asleep, to reply to whatever it is she might have to say, doesn't bother adressing him directly. Instead, she just sips her wine and glances over at the harpers momentarily. Hmmm. Interesting.

Elgin walks with a large confident stride in from the great hall.

Jueann shrugs, "Liesana, I can't let you see those reports just yet. I'm still gathering facts. You'll just have to wait and endure my probings." Turning to Qovin, "And you, have you finsihed your chores?"

Nadine smiles sweetly at Lhana as she returned. "This wasn't my first." She indicates her half-full glass. "It was my fifth." To prove she can, she takes it and gracefully takes down a few more swallows, though it's anyone's guess as to how she can put grace into ingestion. She leans forward confidentially to the rider. "You can have him, dear," she confides quietly to Lhana. "I prefer men who know the right girl the second she walks in the door." She winks, her little smile still on her face, and leans back in her chair.

Elgin strolls back into the Mug with a smile. He glances around sees a few fimiliar faces, and then he sees the greenrider still there? Has he been spotted? Can he back out of the Mug before he is spotted. No. He's not going to let a little green spoil his day so he strolls back up to the bar. "Hey Lem...How are you?" Lem leans over and whispers to him. And Elgin glances over at Lhana. He turns back to Lem and whispers back to him. They both laugh lightly. And Elgin gives a soft wave to Lhana saying its okay.

Leolin looks at Nadine and lifts an eyebrow, "Tonight..." He pauses in thought. "Hmm..nothing yet but I'll probably head back home. I usually sit infront of a fire, sipping hot klah and draw a bit." He shrugs slightly, "My time alone since I don't have anyone to share it with." So Lion doesn't know the right one? Is he suppose to jump up and know right the second he see's her? He'd perfur to get to know a gal first.

Harsha smiles soflty, she seems to have been forgotten. So she slips into a chair, and starts to recopy her homework...Again. Well that is one thing she did do, she thinks in the back her head, her chores, and her homework. She might be late to everything, but she always does all her work.

Note to self: Organize daring daylight raid of Harper Office to obtain a copy of Jueann's preliminary reports... This pleasant little daydream fizzles out into cool reality after Liesana gets to the point of actually figuring who she could trust to do it. So instead, she simply nods, a bit of resignation in the expression. "Aye, Master Jueann," she aquiesces, before lifting an eyebrow hopefully. "It's... not just me you're investigating... right?"

Remy walks in from the great hall.
Remy goes home.

Jueann raising an eyebrow, "I can't say, Liesana. But the charges are serious. And Liesana, you'll be getting a summons to the Office as soon as I finish my investigating."

Lhana beams as Elgin walks in and waves back to him. Ha. She /knew/ it'd turn out okay. She gives him a sparkling look before sliding into her chair with the sort of grace that can only come from long practice. Then she crosses one leg over the other in a slow, hopefully seductive motion, and leans forward. "Awwww," she says, purring sympathetically. "You're all alone?" She shoots Nadine a mournful look. "Poooor Leolin."

Harsha giggles softly at Liesana, she knows the look of someone who is thinking something mischevious but she says nothing. Instead she finishes up her work with a smile and a sigh of relief. "Maybe I can keep this one out of.." One of the blues on her shoulder suddenly decides that he is rather hungry and proceeds to grab ahold of Harsha's homework eating, ripping, and rampaging merrily all over it. She's on the verge of tears but as she hears Jueann's thoughts she frown even more deeply. But still she knows better than to open her mouth. She smiles a hidden sad smile at Liesana.

Elgin laughs and shakes his head, whispering and chuckling with Lem. "gree....They....change....all.....same." he nods softly at Lem. "Yeah I agree." but he shrugs. "Well of course I let myself pay...I know...But my mom raised me right. It's not my fault I'm soft, besides...." he glances at Lem trying to tell if he is serious or not. "No!" Elgin exclaims. "Of course not..." He orders some Klah and sips on it quietly.

Nadine lets her smile be replaced by a smirk. "I know someone who'd be all too happy to take him away from his loneliness. Me, I've already got two lined up." Bragging? Nah. Just a statement. She stretches her arms high above her, letting it left her, ah, pectorals, and finishes off her glass as she stands up. "I'd better go make sure they're ready to be entertained. This will be a long night." She smiles, knowing her hints are not vague at all, and, kicking her chair out of the way, makes her way towards the door. There, she pauses and turns around. "Tootle-oo, dearie," she calls, waggling her fingers Lhana. With a turn that swishes her hair around, she saunters out.
Nadine goes home.

Leolin blinks a few times as he listens to the conversation. He shrugs it off, it's not like the guy isn't use to being alone, nothing un-normal by now. Letting out a softl yawn he closes his eyes for a moment and leans back in his chair, totally ignoring all of Pern for a few moments.

Cue a return of the harried look. For all of Liesana's comments about how she didn't /ask/ for her senior journeyman's knot, she's got a certain amount of pride in her accomplishments. That, and she's always rather looked up to Jueann. She manages a weak nod, and then turns her attention finally upon her untouched drink. About a quarter of the glass later, she manages a proper nod, although her eyes are still wide and dark. "Yes... Master Jueann." she intones. "I'll... be awaiting your summons."

Jueann stands and nods to apprentices and to Liesana. "Until then, Liesana."

Lhana smiles at Nadine, not at all off-put by her comments. Though really, she ought to be. She turns back to Leolin and, finding him off in his own little world, she pouts slightly to herself, before giving a little wave and a smile back to Elgin. She doesn't want him to make her pay for that drink, after all. Finally, she stands. "Well...look how time flies." She leans over, undoubtedly giving the harpers a full view of that cute, pink-covered behind. "Lion? Dear? If you want a ride back to the 'Reaches, I'm afraid I'm leaving /now/." And you'd /better/ be coming along.

Harsha glances at Jueann and starts to shake her head but stops and looks down re-starting her homework once again and saying nothing. She finishes off what was left of her klah and gets a refill. Sipping it softly. She doesn't know what is going on , but seems terribly unfair to Liesana.

Leolin opens one eyes and looks at Lhana with the same smile he gave her when they first started talking. Picking up his wine glass he finishes off the wine and pays for his drink, getting to his feet he wanders over to Lhana and offers her an arm to lead her out. "Let's be off then, eh?" An eyebrow lifts and only sone of his hair dances over his crystal gaze.

Elgin has disconnected.

"Until then, Master Jueann," replies Liesana hollowly, staring into her drink and apparently having completely forgotten about her scrolls, paranoid thoughts beginning to dance a gavotte through her head.

Jueann walks through a door into the great hall.

Lhana grins. Good boy. "Yes...let's." A little wave is given to the others assembled about the Mug, as she leads Leolin out by the arm - nevermind if he was the one who offered to lead /her/ - toward where her green dragon is waiting. Ah, yes, the weather is nice here, indeed.
Lhana glitters through a door into the great hall.

Harsha watches Jueann walk out the door and boggles up at Liesana, "What's going on?!...Are you still going to be here? They aren't kicking you out are they? You haven't done anything wrong have you? You never would I know that. Why is she angry with you? What is going on?" The questions to continue to fly at Liesana without pausing to get her chance to answer. Then just as she is about to ask yet another one she almost screams! I'm late!! Really really late! She hugs Liesana in a sear frenzy and runs from the Mug.
Harsha has disconnected.

Leolin walks through a door into the great hall.

Hynolonie walks in from the great hall.

Hynolonie walks in slowly, sighing to herself, and trying to memorize some line or something. In one hand, she has a gitar's neck gripped and held at a right angle from her arm. In her other hand is a crumpled piece of hide that she peers at every so often. She pauses just out of the way of the traffic of the room and ponders for a moment, staring at the ceiling. She blinks.. pauses, and looks right at Liesana. SHe had studied the room when she came in and saw her, but it didn't occur to her that it was Liesana until just then. She walks over quietly before saying, "Are you.. ok?"

Liesana glances up from her deep communion with a glass of Benden white to give Hynolonie a weak little smile. "Erm... ask me that later? Either Jueann is going through the Change, I'm paranoid, or I'm about to be stripped of my rank," she sums up breifly, before taking another gulp of her drink and offering a ghastly little smile. "So... how are you?"

Alain walks in from the great hall.

Hynolonie raises an eyebrow. "Apparently, better than you." She wrinkles her nose for a moment and bites her lip, pulling up a near by chair. "Personally, I think that She's perpetually going through the change, but really.. That's just my opinion." She smiles sweetly and rests her gitar in her lap, looking Liesana over. "How much have you had to drink already? Should I try an catch up?" She raises an eyebrow, grinning mischeviously and sighs. "Why do you think she's out to strip you of your rank?" Besides the fact that Liesana had been knife weilding more than any other harper she knew recently.

Liesana offers a wry chuckle. "Just don't /tell/ her that. She's already going over my methods with a fine-toothed comb. Reports... she's got masses of them. Do you know that she came up to Smith Hall the other day, just to spy on me? And she's turned up on the Beach, and here in the Mug, and even in the Cloudscraper Lounge... I'm being stalked by Master Jueann..." Someone getting paranoid much. "No, no, no need to join me. I'm not getting drunk."

Alain steps into the Mug and pauses, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the room for a moment. Can't you just hear all the chatter stop and the sounds of the piano falter and fade...howdy pardner. Ahem. He spots his oppon--er--the two harpers at their table and, after only a moment's hesitation, he begins a leisurely stroll toward them...one that couldn't in the possible way connotate that he has any sort of business with them on any official level and is, in fact, just looking for a little companionship and a mug of klah. He arrives at the table just in time to hear Liesana say, 'I'm not getting drunk,' and he offers her, and then Lonie a wry grin. "Well, it looks like I'm out of luck, again. Every time I think I might -possibly- seduce you, you're just plain not interested in getting drunk enough to do it." he grins a little and leands a fraction closer to Lonie, pretending to whisper, though he knows fully well that the Harper Journeywoman can hear him, "And believe me, she'd have to be -very- drunk."

Randell walks in from the great hall.

Hynolonie wrinkles her nose. Ehhhh.. That would be unnerving. She idly wondered if Liesana was having nightmares of Jueann stalking her in the toilet as well as everywhere else. She chuckled a little at that thought and shrugged a bit. "Pity. Any excuse, eh?" Yeah, she .. drink. She'd have a cup and then get ill. She was going to work on her alcohol tolerance when she was a journeyman. She blinks and eyes Alain as he walks up, strange mental images of him and Liesana.. almost kissing.. filling her mind and making her lip twitch. "aww, come on now, Alain. You're not that ugly." She grins sweetly, and refrains from her next comment. She hadn't seen him in a while. Friend banter should be held back for a while.

Eeew. No, fortunately, there are some places Jueann has yet to intrude. The privies are one of them. Alain's arrival prompts a little bit of humour, though, and Liesana cracks a more customary sot of grin. "You're cute, Alain," she agrees. "But... I don't date apprentices." There much better explanation than actually telling the truth, that she's not planning to date anyone ever again. Irritatingly, people always want to convince her otherwise when she does.

Alain raises an eyebrow at Hynolonie, sniffing a little and replying in a somewhat airy tone, "I'm not ugly at all." The boy -has- seen his own reflection. "In fact, if I had the chance, I'd probably sleep with me...but it doesn't look likely to happen in the near future." He blinks over at Liesana and hooks the leg of a chair with one foot, pulling it backwards with enough force to turn in around, and dropping to sit backwards in it, leaning against the backrest. "What ever it is, it can't possibly be worth making you look -that- worried." he murmurs, straight-faced and apparently in earnest. "Honestly, though, Journeywoman, if you ever had bad enough taste to want to date me of all people, I think I'd have to throw you in the runner trough...or at least make you see a Mindhealer. I am wholly undesirable...or didn't she tell you yet?" he asks, nodding to indicate that it is Lonie who should have done the telling.

Hynolonie smiles at Liesana. There. That was better. She was smiling again. Lonie settles into her chair and wonders what dating has to do with anything before looking over at Alain for his rebuke. She continues to smile. "I generally don't try and tell everyone what kind of unreliable people my best friends usually are, but if you want me to make an exception for you, Alain, I most certainly will." She smiles at him once more, before letting her gaze fall on Liesana. "But.. however undesirable Alain is, he has a point. Why are you letting it get to you? If Jueann wants to scrutinize your life down to the tiniest details, that's her business. By letting it get to you, you're probably showing Jueann that there is something that you are hiding that you don't want her to see or pick apart. Be strong! Show her that your life is completely one hungred percent .. err.. 98 percent above reproach."

Liesana offers a little smile to the two younger denizens of the pub. "Thanks for trying, you two, but really, I know I've not been a textbook model of a harper." The smile turns wryly amused, and she drains the last of her wine before calling for a refil. "Frankly, I've never tried to be. My methods are unorthodox, but they work for me. /But/, Caramak is no longer Istan Crafthead. Jueann is. If she decides that the Craft is to follow the party line, then that's the way it goes. And, since I don't believe in changing what's working for me, and what works, /I/ feel, to the benefit of the Harper Craft, then there is going to be a very large and very unpleasant fight very soon, if she asks me to change."

Alain nods, "That's right, Liesana, show Jueann you're a roach." He coughs lightly into his fist to cover his grin, and shoots Lonie a jocular wink. He grimaces a little, though, and turns back to Liesana, "I agree with Lonie. Don't let it get to you. On the other hand...well...on the other hand I don't have a lick of good advice for you, since I'm dealing with my own little...you know--" he shrugs lightly, "--psychological issues. But being a mortician isn't a bad thing, is it?" He props his chin up on the palm of his hand and ostentatiously flutters his eyelashes at Lonie. "I see dead people," he says with a little grin, "and I try and figure out why they died." Not quite a hobby...call it more of a professional niche.

Qovin walks in from the great hall.
Qovin goes home.
Talyquin walks in from the great hall.

Hynolonie sighs for a moment and ponders that for a good long moment. Bah. It sure sounded uncomfortable. "Have you, perhaps, done anything in the past to upset her? Does she have any reason now not to use you in the capacity you're currently involved in? Who would she replace you with? The logic of her trying to remove you from your job with your relationship with the smith Headwoman taken into account and your popularity with the smith boys at the crafthall, it doesn't seem that, well, it would makes sense to make an issue of what's working. Is there any chance you're over analyzing?" She blinks at Alain as he admits to being... mentally unstable? "That's.. interesting." She wrinkles her nose up tight at the thought of dead people. There were sparks of light forming in the back of her eyes at the same time though. "How ever did you get into that?"

Randell comes in with a grin, a rare phenomena in his nature that seems to be happening quite unexpectedly whenever he nears the Flying Mug's complex. It shows a stunning set of pearls, something that could very well be lacking in his companions. But, someone who would have been idly looking at the door the moment he came in would be the only person who would have noticed, for in nearly a flash of scanning the bar it turns upside down and is followed by a sigh, evening out into the usual poker faced line of aloofness. Heavy of heart from a day that fell short of expectations, Randell approaches the bar slowly, boots ever slightly atwinkle, and sits down next to the party of Harper's before ordering a drink of Tillek White quite audibly.

Liesana gives Randell a little nod, before smirking at Hynolonie. "Well, I can see that /you/ at least, learned the art of legal arguement. I might just have to have you waiting in the ballroom when it's time for Jueann to call me in for my grilling. Character witness..." she trails off to eye Alain with a disturbed fascination. "Dead... bodies? As in... people?"

Alain nods to Lonie, nods to Liesana, nods to Randell--and sort of eyes the man for a moment, because he does, in fact, seem familiar...in an oddly...unpleasant way. Hm...what ever. He turns back to the harpers and shrugs, "Oh, it's actually really interesting...I mean...different things leave different marks on a person after they die. And if I can figure out why people die, maybe I can help fix it, right?"

Hynolonie smiles sweetly and shrugs. "well, When you sleep in the same room as a master of law, you are bound to absorb something sooner or later. And.. then.. the classes. They help just a tad." She grins again and scratches under one of her braids, her elbow banging against the gitar lightly and causing noises to drift through the room because of how the gitar resonated. "I'll be your character witness, but some how, I doubt its going to come to that. Like preventative medicine?" Of course that last part was directed at Alain. She looks over at him a little more attentive this time. "I thought cause of death was only useful during court cases."

Randell begins to sip his glass of wine and was merely going to phase out into oblivian, but the familiar fram of Alain mentiong talk of... dead people... get's his attention... "Is that so young man.. including all possibilities of say, murder?"

"You know..." muses Liesana to Alain. "That /has/ had interesting legal applications in the past..." she trails off before suddenly slapping her forehead with a palm. "Past... Legal. Shards! I got stuck with taking over History of Law, and I need to get those lesson plans done. Lonie, Alain... Rendall... Good eve." And then she flees, scrolls in hand and looking harried again.