Wes's Hell/Heaven

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Peanut watches Calter dancing, not sure what she should do... then she feels a ghostly hand on her shoulder.

Go on, Lady Althea says, her smile audible though the spirit is invisible. Show your spirit, girl! I always enjoyed a good dance in the tavern; I think it will do you some good as well.

Peanut hesitates, then she steps forward towards Calter.

"Would... would you like a dancing partner?" she asks with a shy smile, a few strands of messy brown hair falling in her face as she looks down at the floor in embarrassment. "I don't reckon I'm any good... but I can follow the steps."

 "Sure! Honestly I'm not really following any steps, I'm just having fun with it."

Peanut gingerly reaches a hand out towards the dancing adventurer and waits for him to grasp it and take the lead.

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Peanut gingerly reaches a hand out towards the dancing adventurer and waits for him to grasp it and take the lead.

 Calter grabs it softly and begins to just dance around with no order whatsoever.

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Peanut gingerly reaches a hand out towards the dancing adventurer and waits for him to grasp it and take the lead.

 Calter grabs it softly and begins to just dance around with no order whatsoever.

With every move, Peanut's armor clinks softly as her skirts swish at her ankles. She can't help but smile shyly as she is pulled into the chaotic dance, feeling a sense of freedom she hasn't in a very long time.

calter appears to be having alot of fun.

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calter appears to be having alot of fun.

 Min’s still playing the flute as they dance. It’s an upbeat number. (The song is called Sea Songs, google it.)

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Erik: 

"Cactus juice?" The woman looks around and laughs heartily, several others picking it up as she wheezes for air. "Did I hear you correctly, my lord? Have I insulted Your Majesty?"

((As far as Erik can tell, they seem to believe that something like cactus juice is either something exotic and reserved for the nobility or almost nonexistent.))

 

 “I love the attention, but just a glass will suffice, if you have it. Unless you can’t provide me a classic desert delicacy…then your finest spirits will suffice.”

(Yes…a spirit to raise your spirits! If only you could share a glass with Elowen…Alas, that’ll teach you to not waste a valuable Scrying Scroll…)

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Erik: 

"Cactus juice?" The woman looks around and laughs heartily, several others picking it up as she wheezes for air. "Did I hear you correctly, my lord? Have I insulted Your Majesty?"

((As far as Erik can tell, they seem to believe that something like cactus juice is either something exotic and reserved for the nobility or almost nonexistent.))

 

 “I love the attention, but just a glass will suffice, if you have it. Unless you can’t provide me a classic desert delicacy…then your finest spirits will suffice.”

(Yes…a spirit to raise your spirits! If only you could share a glass with Elowen…Alas, that’ll teach you to not waste a valuable Scrying Scroll…)

 calter begins convincing others to dance with him and goes over to erik.

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Erik: 

"Cactus juice?" The woman looks around and laughs heartily, several others picking it up as she wheezes for air. "Did I hear you correctly, my lord? Have I insulted Your Majesty?"

((As far as Erik can tell, they seem to believe that something like cactus juice is either something exotic and reserved for the nobility or almost nonexistent.))

 

 “I love the attention, but just a glass will suffice, if you have it. Unless you can’t provide me a classic desert delicacy…then your finest spirits will suffice.”

(Yes…a spirit to raise your spirits! If only you could share a glass with Elowen…Alas, that’ll teach you to not waste a valuable Scrying Scroll…)

 calter begins convincing others to dance with him and goes over to erik.

 “Hi there! Wanna share a glass? I can’t drink too much or else I break out into song or declare love ont he first person I set my eyes on!”

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Erik: 

"Cactus juice?" The woman looks around and laughs heartily, several others picking it up as she wheezes for air. "Did I hear you correctly, my lord? Have I insulted Your Majesty?"

((As far as Erik can tell, they seem to believe that something like cactus juice is either something exotic and reserved for the nobility or almost nonexistent.))

 

 “I love the attention, but just a glass will suffice, if you have it. Unless you can’t provide me a classic desert delicacy…then your finest spirits will suffice.”

(Yes…a spirit to raise your spirits! If only you could share a glass with Elowen…Alas, that’ll teach you to not waste a valuable Scrying Scroll…)

 calter begins convincing others to dance with him and goes over to erik.

 “Hi there! Wanna share a glass? I can’t drink too much or else I break out into song or declare love ont he first person I set my eyes on!”

 calter sees that its cactus juice and shrugs. "Sure!" he pours half of it into his own glass.

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Erik: 

"Cactus juice?" The woman looks around and laughs heartily, several others picking it up as she wheezes for air. "Did I hear you correctly, my lord? Have I insulted Your Majesty?"

((As far as Erik can tell, they seem to believe that something like cactus juice is either something exotic and reserved for the nobility or almost nonexistent.))

 

 “I love the attention, but just a glass will suffice, if you have it. Unless you can’t provide me a classic desert delicacy…then your finest spirits will suffice.”

(Yes…a spirit to raise your spirits! If only you could share a glass with Elowen…Alas, that’ll teach you to not waste a valuable Scrying Scroll…)

 calter begins convincing others to dance with him and goes over to erik.

 “Hi there! Wanna share a glass? I can’t drink too much or else I break out into song or declare love ont he first person I set my eyes on!”

 calter sees that its cactus juice and shrugs. "Sure!" he pours half of it into his own glass.

 “To…uhhh…Butter!”

He raises his glass in a toasting manner.

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Erik: 

"Cactus juice?" The woman looks around and laughs heartily, several others picking it up as she wheezes for air. "Did I hear you correctly, my lord? Have I insulted Your Majesty?"

((As far as Erik can tell, they seem to believe that something like cactus juice is either something exotic and reserved for the nobility or almost nonexistent.))

 

 “I love the attention, but just a glass will suffice, if you have it. Unless you can’t provide me a classic desert delicacy…then your finest spirits will suffice.”

(Yes…a spirit to raise your spirits! If only you could share a glass with Elowen…Alas, that’ll teach you to not waste a valuable Scrying Scroll…)

 calter begins convincing others to dance with him and goes over to erik.

 “Hi there! Wanna share a glass? I can’t drink too much or else I break out into song or declare love ont he first person I set my eyes on!”

 calter sees that its cactus juice and shrugs. "Sure!" he pours half of it into his own glass.

 “To…uhhh…Butter!”

He raises his glass in a toasting manner.

 Calter toasts to it, and drinks. "to butter!"

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Erik: 

"Cactus juice?" The woman looks around and laughs heartily, several others picking it up as she wheezes for air. "Did I hear you correctly, my lord? Have I insulted Your Majesty?"

((As far as Erik can tell, they seem to believe that something like cactus juice is either something exotic and reserved for the nobility or almost nonexistent.))

 

 “I love the attention, but just a glass will suffice, if you have it. Unless you can’t provide me a classic desert delicacy…then your finest spirits will suffice.”

(Yes…a spirit to raise your spirits! If only you could share a glass with Elowen…Alas, that’ll teach you to not waste a valuable Scrying Scroll…)

 calter begins convincing others to dance with him and goes over to erik.

 “Hi there! Wanna share a glass? I can’t drink too much or else I break out into song or declare love ont he first person I set my eyes on!”

 calter sees that its cactus juice and shrugs. "Sure!" he pours half of it into his own glass.

 “To…uhhh…Butter!”

He raises his glass in a toasting manner.

 Calter toasts to it, and drinks. "to butter!"

 Min finishes her song, to light applause. She bows once, packs up her flute, and sips her wine thoughtfully.

Erik: 

Your drink tastes nothing like the cactus juice that you have come to know as a delicacy----instead, it's sharp, packed with alcohol, and...tastes just like the average tavern ale. No luck has come to you today, so it appears. 

Looking over at the counter, you can see that the woman there is already gone---although she may have found it amusing to toy with you, she still doesn't want to bear the brunt of retribution.

Min: 

You receive some applause around the tavern as you finish your song, leaving with a small bow. Two hours remain until your appointment happens, and the nobility's palace is set atop a hill visible from here, so you're in no rush. 

A young man comes walking up to you, his freckled cheeks brushed with flaxen hair shot through with streaks of auburn. "Um...miss..." he says, voice trembling. "Tha' was beautiful, but tha's not what I've come to ask of you. I have a request of you, if you'd like to take it."

Calter, Peanut:

A couple stares greet you as you whirl around the center of the tavern---well, more than a couple----but people begin to gravitate towards the center as well and soon, you've got nearly the whole tavern on their feet. 

As the song draws to a close, you find yourself wishing that it wouldn't end. Although you're happy, you wish that this moment could last forever---you've begun to feel a dread sense of foreboding overwhelming your stomach...

Junrun was just playing solitaire and realized a lot of time passed by,

"Ope, uh..." She walks up to peanut and calter, and pulls out the golden letter, "Yeah, I got the letter too."

She walks over to the bar and is disappointed when she realizes that she didn't even finish ordering her drink.

Zunrus starts to tune her lute and walks to Min, "So you play music too, 'eh?" 

*Forgot to say this, Zunrus has like a mix of southern drawl and a Scottish accent*

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Erik: 

Your drink tastes nothing like the cactus juice that you have come to know as a delicacy----instead, it's sharp, packed with alcohol, and...tastes just like the average tavern ale. No luck has come to you today, so it appears. 

Looking over at the counter, you can see that the woman there is already gone---although she may have found it amusing to toy with you, she still doesn't want to bear the brunt of retribution.

Min: 

You receive some applause around the tavern as you finish your song, leaving with a small bow. Two hours remain until your appointment happens, and the nobility's palace is set atop a hill visible from here, so you're in no rush. 

A young man comes walking up to you, his freckled cheeks brushed with flaxen hair shot through with streaks of auburn. "Um...miss..." he says, voice trembling. "Tha' was beautiful, but tha's not what I've come to ask of you. I have a request of you, if you'd like to take it."

Calter, Peanut:

A couple stares greet you as you whirl around the center of the tavern---well, more than a couple----but people begin to gravitate towards the center as well and soon, you've got nearly the whole tavern on their feet. 

As the song draws to a close, you find yourself wishing that it wouldn't end. Although you're happy, you wish that this moment could last forever---you've begun to feel a dread sense of foreboding overwhelming your stomach...

 Min looks up. “Oh! What is your request?”