Bazlachi's slam sends everything on the desk a few inches into the air. While the legal pad and associated office supplies largely return to where they started, a decorative glass apple, landing on it's side, rolls off the edge behind the desk. A pink tendril places it back on the desktop, as a moment later a slick, pink gelatinous egg hops onto the bar stool directly behind the desk. The same tendril adjusts a pair of black spectacles on the upper portion of the blob, which leans forward and, in a quick and precise whisper states,

"Sir, I would be quite happy to assist you, but I must request you refrain from disturbing the other patrons. You are in a library. I am Coal Lexicomane, also called Megagaltastic Coral, how may I be of assistance?"

Laitraxa looks intently at all the options, a serpentine smile. "You've caught me in a good mood, tailor!" A spectral hand appears, lifting the edge of the dame's skirts and releasing, as the dragon watches the material fall, gauging its weight. "I will buy all three items."

"I would like to know your name. I am Laitraxa. I wonder, how many tailors in town can claim a dragon as their clientele?"

She looks at him curiously a moment. "There is space for an emblem. How long would it take to create one of those?"

Balachi blinked a few times, not understanding completely what he was looking at, or why his request was misunderstood. Nonetheless he did understand he had caused a ruckus and he straightened up and collected himself. 

" I am sorry for my disturbance. I need to speak with someone...that has a big brain...about..." he glanced down at his hand where he had written down the information from Eclipse, "uh, House Laryeon and the prophecy of the double lions" he then looked back up and nodded feeling accomplished.

Eclipse gathers up his earnings with a swagger, as if this is the smallest take he has ever earned, but ah well, he can use the coins as paperweights, his tail twitching a bit arrogantly, and, slinging his instruments over his shoulder, intrudes smilingly upon conversations of attractive lasses while making his way to find something local to eat, and after that, back to the ship. Is everyone accounted for?

Peeking out of the window, Ted assesses the distance to the ground. “You are braver than I. Streets are generally dirty enough from just a quick glance, I’d hate to imagine the dirt you can’t see that would be touching your bare feet. It is posited that a lack of sanitisation is a major factor in disease.” Though the words bear no romance, Jenaer almost sings them in a chaemkng way that draws attention. “Is everything as usual with your eyes this morning? Or has there been some unforeseen change brought on by last nights activities that my friend and I should be concerned about?” 

Tyrod finishes straightening up his clothes as best he can. "I'm all for just going out the normal way. What's the worse that can happen." With that he opens the door and starts figuring out how to get out of this building to get back to the ship.

"I, am, at the least, of the right hue for a brain, though a threshold on size is to your subjective determination." Coral hops down off the stool, rolling forward and around the desk. While doing so the little blob keeps a slight bulge under the bridge of the black spectacles, keeping them oriented in a simulation of a humanoid's facial positioning.

"Laryeon, formerly Bey-Lariat, oldest of the three Great Houses of the Shogunate Era. Arguably the most active in the nation of Can Tinodeus, and certainly with the most real estate holdings compared to the other Great Houses, outside the Mawn lands. The King of Lions is a pseudo-messiah figure, possibly the source for Laryeion's continual interest in the terrestrial deity Myw. Follow me." Coral rolls forward, leading you down a row of shelves. "You mentioned a choker, where did you get it?"

To Jenaer, "No, it's nothing new", then to Tyrod "I guess the window is a bit excessive. Shame." She follows him out the door into the hall, walking on the balls of her feet. A pair of humans stop talking as you go by them, vaguely familiar from last night. This hall connects to a pair of curving staircases, both leading down to a foyer hall from which can be seen a pair of ornate doors, most likely the front doors. The hall itself is a black and white checker board of marble. The elven woman's pace puts her directly behind Tyrod, as if she's trying to keep there from being too large a gap. 

With an Insight mod of +2 or better you'll notice - 

“I did not catch your name,” Jenaer makes conversation as they exit the room, “I’m Jenaer. Where were you planning to make your way to? If you would accept, I would offer you a spot of breakfast on our ship?”

Balachi followed the blob, and retained the information he was given as best he could, but it was a lot. "I'm sorry, would it be possible for you to write all this down?" and then there was something else that nagged him, had he mentioned the choker? He must have, how else would the big brain know...unless...Balachi immediately began thinking of Brick Walls in case the blob could somehow see his thoughts. "I have always had the Choker, it was with me in the beginning"

"I am the Lady Tellura Banvatri. You're with the crew then?" Her step picks up as she goes down the staircase, leaving you to wonder if she knew the stairs were there, or simply has practiced a habit of pretending she did. "Any idea what your captain spikes the drinks with? One might mistake that with something unsavory."

Somewhere in the rooms above you can faintly hear an irritated baritone, "What the hell are you people doing in my house?" Tellura gives no indication she heard it, except perhaps to pickup her pace a little more. 

 "An heirloom then?" The pink mass turns it's upper half toward Balachi, such that the spectacles are oriented toward his face. It continues to roll as it does so, the movement of it's mass becoming a complicated torus curve. Even so, it shows no signs of strain in doing so. "Does your family have an ongoing history of association with Mawnkind?" Coral stops at a set of shelves labeled Eastern History. "I could see why you didn't find this. There's a tendency to categorize all history centered on Mawn as part of eastern history, due to the shogunate's influence on the eastern side of the continent, and the higher concentration of Mawn in the east. Properly though, most of the history of House Laryeon should be described as western, or central, as that's where the events took place. The motif of the dual lions is rarely seen in the east, for example. The prophecy was first recorded in the region Myw claims, which is near the center of the continent." [For clarity, Coral's talking about the main continent of Setti Major, which you're on, and which, it just occurred to me, I'm not sure was ever given a name.]

OOC: Ya, I think I am about as lost as Bazlachi would be at this point

Bazlachi nodded along, "So no on the writing it down then? Maybe a map perhaps?" Bazlachi smiled to cover up his insecurity at not understanding any of what Coral was saying.

“Leaving you to your privacy sir! Thank you for your hospitality but we really must be off, errands to run and the like.” Jenaer picks up the pace rushing out of the house. “A pleasure to meet you Lady Banvatri, yes we are the crew of the Reavers Word, it appears our reputation precedes us. Will you be joining us to see the ship?”

"Oh my, yes you did ask that I write this down. My apologies, I value volubility, though it carries the, perhaps inevitable, liability of loquacity, and occasional garrulity." The spectacles submerge into the center of Coral's pink mass, still visible, as the egg shape becomes a perfect sphere and spins off back towards the desk. A moment later, having returned, so do the spectacles, with the addition of the pad of paper you saw on the desk earlier, and a pencil held in a slender tendril. "Ah, perhaps I could provide you with more useful answers if I knew more about your aim. Is this general curiosity, something you wish to become more knowledgeable about in general, or was there some practical aim you wished to put the information toward?" 

OOC: Sorry, I had to remind myself just what your character's agenda was. Assuming you tell Coral you're looking to identify who the One Lion King is, you'll get a list of criteria pulled from a few sources. The King will be;

• A Child of Myw.
• A warrior, but a warrior in an uncommon way.
• The references are vague here.
• Be sought by The Dragon-Lay-Dying, even before birth.
• Be 'like unto the father, a mirror.
• Be born 'past the Gate of Ivory'.

Tellura laughs, "Well, yes, you did mention breakfast. And I was considering the captain's offer last night."

OOC: If there are no objections, let's move the scene back the ship.

(Ooc - yes pls, nice to have the crew back together :))

Laitraxa takes her new treasures to her nest in the bow of the ship's engine deck. The space is humble, with a footlocker next to the large round straw-filled mattress. She moves some crates around, centering the footlocker foreward of the mattress, and places the clothing in the chest.

With a quick blast of fire into the furnace, she starts the cold coals, and goes topside to await the others. 

I'll assume Latraxia is doing that while Janaer (and Tyrod?) are setting up breakfast. Tellura sits at the table, her shoulder pack on the back of her chair. On the way over she mentioned being under the impression that the name of the ship was The Hungry Sky.

(BTW, what did Latraxia end up buying?)

Madclergy, you can decide if Bazlachi is continuing to try to get more information out of the odd little librarian or not. If not, you can either describe yourself as in the scene (with the notes you were given) or returning to the ship with them, entering the scene, as you wish.

Similarly, DandDSince1973, you can decide if Eclipse is trying to do more in town, entering the scene or already present on the ship.

Most of the meat is still in the hull...

Ooc: Had a post above where I bought all three and asked the tailors name. #162

OOC: Just so I can understand, does Bazlachi get all the information you wrote in your post, or I need to make a decision and based on that decision I will get one (or more) of those responses. Sorry, it may be the fact that I just had my first cup of coffee, but can't quite make out the logic.

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Ooc: Had a post above where I bought all three and asked the tailors name. #162

 Thanks for mentioning the number. I entirely missed that. Assume the tailor did give you his name and told you an emblem takes a few hours to make, provided they have something to copy or a detailed description. They don't charge if it's ordered with a purchase.

Bazlachi gets the information listed. We've all been there with mornings. Our toddler had me up at 6 today.

OOC: Would we have time for that emblem to be made? If so, Laitraxa would have wanted the shilloute of the Reaver's Word (or at least a generic airship of the type) in the lower center of the emblem, with a large dragon flying above, where the dragon's wing's form a semicircle surrounding the airship.