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((well im really done now, peace all.))

Kaila kisses Eli getting a lot of apple pie on her face. She sits next to Eli gently wiping some apple pie from his face and trying to clean hers obviously happy to see him. She whispers to him "You can save me from here, but maybe we should try to leave, there are too many things being thrown?"

((well im really done now, peace all.))

((me also, have a great night everyone! ))

Eli nods to Kaila in agreement and places his cloak over her to keep her from being hit with anymore pies and runs out the west door with her. Eli knows that where concealing clothing is agianst the law so after they are out of the tavern he removes the cloak.

Rankor, satisfying his rage for the day leaves, a low passive growl is heard.

it seems quiet.. Miru opens his eys.... most seem gone as he turns and slips hitting his head against the bar and is knocked out.....as the blackness rolls in he wonders about it all................



(( thanks all you made the wait a blast ))

(trys to remeber who all i owe a pie too...)

miru

With her hair dripping wet and still some apple pie on her blouse, she walks back into the tavern. After making sure Miru is awake, and alert while putting some healing paste on the bump on his head she whispers, "Miru, I think you owe me an apple pie"
((night all!))

((Oh come on, surely this is against the rules. In fact, why am I even using double brackets in an ooc forum? Do it on the RPG board!))

Casually the man clad in the thick fur coat reaches for the door handle of the tavern. He pauses a moment as he notices that his hand was going right *through* the door and he smiles for a short moment.
Murmuring something about an excalamation mark, he then presses down the handle and enters the quiet establishment. The wooden floor creaks theatrically under his not so heavy steps, til he sits down by the fireplace.

"They're all asleep.", Thorvald nods over his shoulder, knowing she would hear him.
Snapping with his fingers a glass of vodka appears in the mans hand and he quietly watches the snow falling outside.

Out of the shadows came a soft, rather menacing chuckle, and she steps forward right out of the wall, her dress and shrouding cloak seeming to be woven out of the very shadows she had stepped from.

"They can be quite amusing at times, no?"

She glances around at the few drowsing forms that were still about.

"I suppose Arien will be putting a lock on the door soon enough. Shall we leave them to their play until then?"

With a rather sinister smile she holds out her hand to him, and they both disappear as if they had never been there.