An Interview with EleanorNight by Chloe Leftfeet
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: looks up. "Oh. Hello...?" she chirps hesitantly to the woman who entered the Swan.
Eleanor Night came in and looked about, "quiet night eh?" She said and eased herself to the bar. "I have been told..that this bar carries something called..blood wine..I've come to try some."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: "Oh!" Chloe turns to look over at Dolores. "Do you..." and stops as Dolores reaches under the bar to a particular, ominous-looking bottle. "You do, good!" She nods to the woman. "She says," she leans in closer to Dolores, "...that it's a gold piece for that wine because it's...umm...rare."
Eleanor pretends to not hear them speak and looks about. She waits for the wine her nose sniffing and her keen ears and eyes assessing the bar, she waits to see what they have to offer. "So ..do you have something or no?" she says looking at first one then other bartender.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: "Oh...she does! Me, I'm just visiting. I was supposed to meet someone, the note said...darn that Dishan!" She looks up again at the woman, smiling sweetly. "Yes, Dolores has it. She said it's a gold coin because it is rare."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: looks over at Dolores sympathetically. "Throat troubles," she murmurs to the lady.
Eleanor: "A gold coin? For a drink? I have no gold coin, I'll tell you what I'll do.." She said staring at Delores feeling her thirst and need growing.
"I'll give you a few coppers now and you'll give me the wine. If it is genuine and I am pleased, I will not try to leave you both dead inside this bar that charges a gold for a drink that is so necessary for those of us that need it. how would that be?"
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: blanches at this and looks at Dolores beseechingly, whispering, "She is not very nice, no. I hope she isn't the woman....but Dishan wouldn't...would he?"
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: watches with a quiet sigh of relief as Dolores approaches the woman with tankard and bottle in hand.
EleanorNight reached for the tankard and bottle and with the strength of a vampire..she wrenched it from the bartenders hands as Dolores sets it down. Eleanor sniffed it and with a growl, took a long swig. This deep drink calmed her and she sat down with a controlled demeanor, the wine clearly settling her. "Thank you , it's some fine wine..indeed.."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: blinks and looks at the woman quietly, thinking that perhaps now she might be in a better mood. She nods at Dolores, who absents herself off doing some cleanup elsewhere. Then she straightens and asks in a surprisingly chirpy voice, "Are you her?"
Eleanor: "You know," she said again drinking deeply from the tankard.."To charge a years pay for a single drink..something that I would drink every day to save people the horror of being accosted is a crime in and of itself. It would be akin to keeping medicine from a suffering patient wouldn't it? I"m shocked really. You know it is outlawed in Sylvhara and a gold here! Shameful..wait until less festive folk find their way here. It will not be a fine eve or day for you." She said with a wave of her pale hand.."My advice....make it cheap and keep those that need it well medicated." Turning finally to the other lady she smiles, " Am I who?"
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: "Her!" Chloe chirps. "Dishan told me I should meet a.... umm..." she thinks for a moment and then says with determination "...lady here. I think he wants me to ask her some questions. He promised me a really big tip if I did it. "She looks around. "So...I'm here. It's dirty and nasty and not my bar. But a tip is a tip, right?" She looks at the lady sunnily.
Eleanor: "Ohhhh Dishan yes! He's a friend, an acquaintance, of mine..we , well yes, forgive me, " she said bowing her head. "I am Eleanor, pleased to meet you, You are the reporter, the writer? " She said preening and pushing her hair back in mock vanity. "I'm more than happy to speak to you, shall we sit down at a table..forgive me..I didn't catch your name?"
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: nods politely to the lady. "I'm Chloe!" She carefully buries in her mind the last time she saw this lady, and ignores it. "Certainly!" She digs a large piece of parchment and a pen and inkstand out of her pocket and walks to a nearby table.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: settles down at the small 2-person table.
Eleanor: "Chloe, well met then." She said refilling her tankard with wine before sitting.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: clears her throat and sits up straight, attempting to look quite professional. "He wants me to ask you first how long you have been in these lands, ma'am." She waits with her pen poised.
Eleanor: "The Great Alliance, well, actually, there is a land south of the Alliance I migrated from, umm let me think, time is potentially an eternity so to speak but, I'd say two to three years your time ..in the Alliance or part of it in some way."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: nods. "Thank you, ma'am. Next question: "Have you achieved yet what you set out to do here?" She gulps very quietly. "Umm....whatever you want to answer of that, of course."
Eleanor drank and canted her head and said.."I achieve being as alive as I am able to be, so to speak; surviving more than a few Kings. I have no goal to be this or that, I seek to survive. There are so few...of us.." She said referring to her race, her voice trailing off as she changes her topic. "I have achieved full Mage status and you know I tried many guilds and was found not fit for duty so to speak for some do to my compulsions and needs. Healer was of interest but, they felt my preoccupation with blood was a problem. I tried joining the Rangers in Lundene and I do so love to fight but they too thought I was not right to ..well, anyway suffice to say I've enjoyed studying to be a Mage and I will continue to study with my Arch Mage and Guardian."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: frowns. "Gee, that's really sad. I am really sorry to hear you kept getting told you didn't fit." Her eyes change a bit, looking rather more serious and deep as if she remembers something she would rather forget.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: shakes her head and smiles brightly at Eleanor. "Last question, ma'am. Do you have goals for your future, beyond continuing your studies as a mage?"
Eleanor smiled, she'd said alive and perhaps truly, she felt that way. Sure, sure, no heart beat, no air in her lungs but her mind was alive and her body was alive to some extent. She sang out, "Each day my goal is to see the sun set, one day at a time. I would like to find others of my race, I would love to keep fighting, i do love the sword and combat. I hope to more fully explore being a Mage and focusing on Enchantment and Compulsion, a particular interest of mine. I would wish to find my place...and even...a mate again someday." She said, now fully in the thrall of the wine's power. The question making her actually think about things past the present hour and day.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: leans back in her chair a bit, dizzied just a little by all this exuberance. "Umm....oh. That's really nice!" she chirps at the lady. "I hope you find all that." She smirks a bit, ".The 'man' especially sounds nice." She tucks the vellum and her pen and ink carefully away and leans over, her hand outstretched toward the other woman. "This was really interesting, ma'am."
Eleanor: "Oh my no, i never said a male, now did I? But that certainly is possible too." she smirked.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: 's skin turns a bit more red. "Oh!" she said, simply. She pulls her hand back as the lady didn't shake it and just sits quietly looking at her.
Eleanor leans across the table, her long pale fingers reaching for Chloe's hand and gently trying to pull her hand forward. El's hands slowly caressing Chloe's hand. "Forgive me, I didn't see your gesture, I would like very much to shake your hand writer Chloe, thank you for taking the time..to even ask about me. " She said and gently let her hand lay to the table.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: looks at the lady's hand and then up at her face. "Gee...." she says simply. "Umm....gee." She discreetly wipes at her eye and puts her hand over Eleanor's on the table. leaving it up to Eleanor to shake her hand or not.
Eleanor stares at Chloe and just holds her hand there, slowly El's long fingers slide to Chloe's wrist as she grasps her hand in a 'shake'. She can feel Chloe's blood rushing, she can hear her heart beating and with a vampish smile..she pats her hand, not completely unaware of a handshake as a custom in Ru, or anywhere. "You're not afraid of working in a place such as this? "
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: 's eyes widen. "Me, work here? Gosh, no! I just came here because Dishan said the lady I was to question wanted to meet here. Something about the special drinks..." she eyes Eleanor's glass. "This place is filthy! I wouldn't work here." She looks guiltily over her shoulder at Dolores. "I mean...umm...it's fine if you like it, I'm sure. Me, I'm with the Lion's Head."
EleanorNight smirks and nods.."I think it's lovely here, dark and I can feel the dampness from the ground beneath us. I do so wonder who lives down below, though."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: shudders, and shifts in her chair a bit. "Umm...it was really nice meeting you, but..." she turns as she feels Dolores' unfriendly stare since her recent slip, "...but...umm...I really need to go now. Good luck and all that, ma'am." She stops for a moment and looks into Eleanor's eyes for a very brief moment. "Really. Good luck." Then she turns and bustles out of the Black Swan and off to her nice clean Tavern.
EleanorNight: "Dark Nights," she calls out...
Eleanor Night came in and looked about, "quiet night eh?" She said and eased herself to the bar. "I have been told..that this bar carries something called..blood wine..I've come to try some."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: "Oh!" Chloe turns to look over at Dolores. "Do you..." and stops as Dolores reaches under the bar to a particular, ominous-looking bottle. "You do, good!" She nods to the woman. "She says," she leans in closer to Dolores, "...that it's a gold piece for that wine because it's...umm...rare."
Eleanor pretends to not hear them speak and looks about. She waits for the wine her nose sniffing and her keen ears and eyes assessing the bar, she waits to see what they have to offer. "So ..do you have something or no?" she says looking at first one then other bartender.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: "Oh...she does! Me, I'm just visiting. I was supposed to meet someone, the note said...darn that Dishan!" She looks up again at the woman, smiling sweetly. "Yes, Dolores has it. She said it's a gold coin because it is rare."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: looks over at Dolores sympathetically. "Throat troubles," she murmurs to the lady.
Eleanor: "A gold coin? For a drink? I have no gold coin, I'll tell you what I'll do.." She said staring at Delores feeling her thirst and need growing.
"I'll give you a few coppers now and you'll give me the wine. If it is genuine and I am pleased, I will not try to leave you both dead inside this bar that charges a gold for a drink that is so necessary for those of us that need it. how would that be?"
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: blanches at this and looks at Dolores beseechingly, whispering, "She is not very nice, no. I hope she isn't the woman....but Dishan wouldn't...would he?"
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: watches with a quiet sigh of relief as Dolores approaches the woman with tankard and bottle in hand.
EleanorNight reached for the tankard and bottle and with the strength of a vampire..she wrenched it from the bartenders hands as Dolores sets it down. Eleanor sniffed it and with a growl, took a long swig. This deep drink calmed her and she sat down with a controlled demeanor, the wine clearly settling her. "Thank you , it's some fine wine..indeed.."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: blinks and looks at the woman quietly, thinking that perhaps now she might be in a better mood. She nods at Dolores, who absents herself off doing some cleanup elsewhere. Then she straightens and asks in a surprisingly chirpy voice, "Are you her?"
Eleanor: "You know," she said again drinking deeply from the tankard.."To charge a years pay for a single drink..something that I would drink every day to save people the horror of being accosted is a crime in and of itself. It would be akin to keeping medicine from a suffering patient wouldn't it? I"m shocked really. You know it is outlawed in Sylvhara and a gold here! Shameful..wait until less festive folk find their way here. It will not be a fine eve or day for you." She said with a wave of her pale hand.."My advice....make it cheap and keep those that need it well medicated." Turning finally to the other lady she smiles, " Am I who?"
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: "Her!" Chloe chirps. "Dishan told me I should meet a.... umm..." she thinks for a moment and then says with determination "...lady here. I think he wants me to ask her some questions. He promised me a really big tip if I did it. "She looks around. "So...I'm here. It's dirty and nasty and not my bar. But a tip is a tip, right?" She looks at the lady sunnily.
Eleanor: "Ohhhh Dishan yes! He's a friend, an acquaintance, of mine..we , well yes, forgive me, " she said bowing her head. "I am Eleanor, pleased to meet you, You are the reporter, the writer? " She said preening and pushing her hair back in mock vanity. "I'm more than happy to speak to you, shall we sit down at a table..forgive me..I didn't catch your name?"
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: nods politely to the lady. "I'm Chloe!" She carefully buries in her mind the last time she saw this lady, and ignores it. "Certainly!" She digs a large piece of parchment and a pen and inkstand out of her pocket and walks to a nearby table.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: settles down at the small 2-person table.
Eleanor: "Chloe, well met then." She said refilling her tankard with wine before sitting.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: clears her throat and sits up straight, attempting to look quite professional. "He wants me to ask you first how long you have been in these lands, ma'am." She waits with her pen poised.
Eleanor: "The Great Alliance, well, actually, there is a land south of the Alliance I migrated from, umm let me think, time is potentially an eternity so to speak but, I'd say two to three years your time ..in the Alliance or part of it in some way."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: nods. "Thank you, ma'am. Next question: "Have you achieved yet what you set out to do here?" She gulps very quietly. "Umm....whatever you want to answer of that, of course."
Eleanor drank and canted her head and said.."I achieve being as alive as I am able to be, so to speak; surviving more than a few Kings. I have no goal to be this or that, I seek to survive. There are so few...of us.." She said referring to her race, her voice trailing off as she changes her topic. "I have achieved full Mage status and you know I tried many guilds and was found not fit for duty so to speak for some do to my compulsions and needs. Healer was of interest but, they felt my preoccupation with blood was a problem. I tried joining the Rangers in Lundene and I do so love to fight but they too thought I was not right to ..well, anyway suffice to say I've enjoyed studying to be a Mage and I will continue to study with my Arch Mage and Guardian."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: frowns. "Gee, that's really sad. I am really sorry to hear you kept getting told you didn't fit." Her eyes change a bit, looking rather more serious and deep as if she remembers something she would rather forget.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: shakes her head and smiles brightly at Eleanor. "Last question, ma'am. Do you have goals for your future, beyond continuing your studies as a mage?"
Eleanor smiled, she'd said alive and perhaps truly, she felt that way. Sure, sure, no heart beat, no air in her lungs but her mind was alive and her body was alive to some extent. She sang out, "Each day my goal is to see the sun set, one day at a time. I would like to find others of my race, I would love to keep fighting, i do love the sword and combat. I hope to more fully explore being a Mage and focusing on Enchantment and Compulsion, a particular interest of mine. I would wish to find my place...and even...a mate again someday." She said, now fully in the thrall of the wine's power. The question making her actually think about things past the present hour and day.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: leans back in her chair a bit, dizzied just a little by all this exuberance. "Umm....oh. That's really nice!" she chirps at the lady. "I hope you find all that." She smirks a bit, ".The 'man' especially sounds nice." She tucks the vellum and her pen and ink carefully away and leans over, her hand outstretched toward the other woman. "This was really interesting, ma'am."
Eleanor: "Oh my no, i never said a male, now did I? But that certainly is possible too." she smirked.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: 's skin turns a bit more red. "Oh!" she said, simply. She pulls her hand back as the lady didn't shake it and just sits quietly looking at her.
Eleanor leans across the table, her long pale fingers reaching for Chloe's hand and gently trying to pull her hand forward. El's hands slowly caressing Chloe's hand. "Forgive me, I didn't see your gesture, I would like very much to shake your hand writer Chloe, thank you for taking the time..to even ask about me. " She said and gently let her hand lay to the table.
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: looks at the lady's hand and then up at her face. "Gee...." she says simply. "Umm....gee." She discreetly wipes at her eye and puts her hand over Eleanor's on the table. leaving it up to Eleanor to shake her hand or not.
Eleanor stares at Chloe and just holds her hand there, slowly El's long fingers slide to Chloe's wrist as she grasps her hand in a 'shake'. She can feel Chloe's blood rushing, she can hear her heart beating and with a vampish smile..she pats her hand, not completely unaware of a handshake as a custom in Ru, or anywhere. "You're not afraid of working in a place such as this? "
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: 's eyes widen. "Me, work here? Gosh, no! I just came here because Dishan said the lady I was to question wanted to meet here. Something about the special drinks..." she eyes Eleanor's glass. "This place is filthy! I wouldn't work here." She looks guiltily over her shoulder at Dolores. "I mean...umm...it's fine if you like it, I'm sure. Me, I'm with the Lion's Head."
EleanorNight smirks and nods.."I think it's lovely here, dark and I can feel the dampness from the ground beneath us. I do so wonder who lives down below, though."
(Disguised): Chloe Leftfeet: shudders, and shifts in her chair a bit. "Umm...it was really nice meeting you, but..." she turns as she feels Dolores' unfriendly stare since her recent slip, "...but...umm...I really need to go now. Good luck and all that, ma'am." She stops for a moment and looks into Eleanor's eyes for a very brief moment. "Really. Good luck." Then she turns and bustles out of the Black Swan and off to her nice clean Tavern.
EleanorNight: "Dark Nights," she calls out...