Clermar takes his gear back in his room and stretches off the day's travel. After taking a few minutes alone he straps his weapons back on and heads to the terrace. Hearing the offer for drinks he declines, "I'll have to pass. Last time a drank on a foreign plain, it didn't end so well for me."

"This is wonderfully refreshing, and a sweet reminder of home, thank you sir."

To Bram;  "Ambrosia is one of the most popular alcoholic drinks on Elysium, its made from a particular fruit that only grows there. It's flavors are decadent and sugary with undertones of smooth bitterness. I have to say its one of my favorite drinks, as its usually served during festivals or parties."

To Lord Siorcci; "Thank you again for the accommodations and hospitality, sir. If I may ask, is this estate familial property?"

Ava is going to drink deeply from the ambrosia prepared for her.

Nean glances over the bar and the thrall. Feeling a little daring, he lifts his hat. "Why don't you just try and surprise me, dear man?"

Ospos: Though your anxiety is certainly justified given your location and company, you seem to be safe for now. None of the lesser undead creatures are up here on the terrace, and if Lord Sirocci is planning on pulling something, you reckon you could easily escape by jumping off the railing of the stairs that you took to come outside.

Bram: The thrall nods politely and begins making your drink, faster now that he has everything for it out below the bar. Sirocci beams at your compliment. "I'm glad you find it so soothing, yes many planar travelers find themselves quite drained and downtrodden by the gloom of the Shadowfell, I enjoy offering a little oasis." Your drink is handed to you in a moment, and it matches the description Ava gives quite well.

Ava: "Indeed it is, aasimar. The Pallid Keep has been in the Rosethane family for millennia. Is this your first time in the Shadowfell? Your companions look to all be from the material plane but you are clearly from the heavens. An interesting assortment, usually groups of Bounders are more diverse. How did you all come to join together? Oh and, forgive my manners, please tell me your names." he says with a smile and a twinkle of curiosity in his eyes.

Nean: The thrall grins at your request. "Yes Sir." he purrs. He begins adding in different ingredients, most of which you don't recognize: some different liquors, a dash of some liquid from a small bottle, a pinch of spices, and lastly an entire blossom of the glowing purple flowers, fresh picked. He muddles all of these ingredients together then stirs them and strains them into a wide martini glass. The drink takes on the violet color of the flowers, and is garnished with a few strands of the glowing pink stamen. "It's a Belthezze, named after one of the first sires of house Rosethane. Enjoy Sir." he says as he hands you the drink. The flavor profile is quite complex. Savory with notes of peppercorn and coriander, astringent from the liquor causing a slight pucker in your mouth, but with an incredibly smooth floral finish. For someone with a mature palette and taste for interesting flavors it is a very well crafted and delicious cocktail.

Liafial: "Of course Sir." the thrall uncorks a bottle decorated with golden filigree and pours you a glass. "A vintage firewine from Beimaer Vineyards on the plane of Arborea. Enjoy Sir."

Watching all the others partaking of the alcohol, Ospos thinks to himself, When we get back to the material plane, I'm going to drink myself into a stupor.

"My name is Avalokitesvara Narajuna, child of Rahula and Rabia Narajuna, and Bounder for the plane of Elysium. A serendipitous series of circumstances brought us together, as these fine gentlemen are aiding in the search for the Divine Archivist of Elysium, who has recently gone missing."

After a moment of reflection, Ava says; "What gave away my disposition, sir?"

"A pleasure, Liafial Aloro and Avalokitesvara Narajuna." At Ava's question he smiles. "Your honey voice, your luminous eyes and skin. Given my condition, it's a rare pleasure to be able to bask in the radiance of one born of celestial descent. When I'm so lucky, I make sure to savor it." he licks a drop of wine from his lips, eyeing Ava for an uncomfortably long pause. 

Clermar coughs at the awkward moment and extends out an armored hand. "Name's Clermar Naero, thanks for the hospitality. Uh, are you a bounder like your sister, or are you in a different line of work?"

Clermar: "Nice to meet you, Clermar. No, my sister always was the more adventurous one, even before we were turned. I've always been more of a thinker, and a creative. I write, paint play, and pursue the arcane arts and sciences as well. And of course I have my duties as a Sire of the Red Court, representing House Rosethane alongside the other blood houses. That's really just a chore though. House Rosethane is small, and with my sister off fighting who-knows-what and the rest of our family senile or mad, the responsibility falls to me."

Ignoring the sustained eye contact, Ava says

"Turned? You and your sister were not born vampires?"

Bram puts his delicious drink down on the bar and stands and steps away.

Taking a deep bow, Bram introduces himself,

"My name is Bram Farrow, I am but a humble bard. My speciality is in music and story telling using illusions to enhance the performance."

As Bram straightens up from his bow, he casts Silent Image and created an backdrop of a beautiful forest glad with waterfall, behind himself.

The image is 10ft wide and 10ft tall and has a little depth to it, to make it more captivating.

Bram pulls out his Flute and plays about 30seconds of music before stopping and letting the image fade away.

Bram make a sort bow and returns to his seat and his drink.

(Music; Also Voids flute is a double harmonic ocarina, so he can do self harmonies.)

Ava: “Vampires are not born, my dear. We were once living mortals like you all, before the previous sire of House Rosethane found us and blessed us. Just as I blessed my thrall here some fifty years ago. Isn’t that right thrall?” He says to his servant. “Yes my Sire.” The thrall beams with pride. “Lord Sirocci took me into this house, saving me from a short insignificant existance. I am forever grateful for his grace.” 

Nean accepts the drink with an anticipating smile. He turns to Lord Siorcci, slowly slues the liquid and raises the glass towards him. "Nean Nox, a pleasure to meet you." He then tastes the drink. He closes his eyes, thoroughly embracing cascade of tastes, remaining still for a couple of seconds. "Now that is something i will remember for a while. Thank you, Belthezze surely is something impressive. He smiles.

Ospos decides to speak up, "The word 'thrall' doesn't conjure willing choices.  If this creature really sought out undeath and you agreed... if it happened that way, wouldn't you call it 'child'?  To my eyes, this is a slave, brainwashed or under some form of enforced bond of servitude."

Brams eyes go wide at Ospos words, but he remains quiet, waiting to see what answer is given.

Ospos: Sirocci’s eyes widen as well, matched by a fanged grin. “Brave little gnome. I like that. Yes the word thrall denotes subservience. And yes some of my kind enslave their subjects indiscriminately. But I am a man of taste. I seek out beauty but also intelligence, and any intelligent mortal living a miserable existence on the plane can see the value in this arrangement. I offer guidance, protection, power, and an escape from a quick and pointless death. In exchange, my thralls pledge themselves to me as my devoted servants, advisors, acolytes and concubines. A fair trade in my opinion. Children don’t get to choose their parents, and that relationship is unconditional. The relationship I have with my thralls is inherently conditional, and a choice on the part of both parties. My semantics are sound.” he finishes his wine with a smug smile, and hands out the glass to be refilled by the thrall, already waiting to pour the next round.

"OH! I don't believe I've ever met a vampire, although I guess I have now, not that I could tell by lookin' at ya. I'm sure the fairy tales from our world are a bit harsh toward your kind." Clermar manages to blurt out realizing how out of his depth he is. "See Ospos that's a very good point, sounds like vampiring is more like joining the guard or guild. Heck, it sounds like more of a choice than we got, depending on your thoughts about losing your memory."

Ospos shrugs, "Eternal life... or unlife is quite tempting, even for me.  But the idea that I would have to serve for eternity... well, I would rather live and die."

"Well if its consensual and you look after your...thralls, I suppose there isn't any grounds for us to complain."

Bram looks at Ospos as he says the last part, giving him the 'maybe we should drop this line of dialogue?' look.

"Ah, so, you were saying that you like to paint, Lord Sirocci? Perhaps we could see some of your works later? Ah, if that's all right, that is."

Bram is looking a little nervous.

Ospos shrugs, remaining silent.  He watches and listens.