Hi, there! I hope you all had nice Christmas!
Vierna : We did!
Aribeth : We did!
Laska : *hic*
Jaheira and I are the only ones up yet in this lovely, sunny morning. Even despite our best intentions to sleep till midday in order to compensate for many sleepless nights, the old habits are not easily extinguished and we are both up soon after the dawning of the day. We sit at a large, round table in one of the many dining-halls in the Royal Palace, a couple of raven-haired elven maidens silently go about their business, serving us the breakfast.
“So… um, do you have any… plans on how we could spend this day?” I ask Jaheira, leaning back in my chair.
Laska : Guys?! Get out the score-cards again!
“That Bitch Queen… my brother is still missing… and all she’s concerned about are her good looks…” the other maid erupts in a sudden outburst, before starting to shake in quiet sobs.
Laska : Want me to break her neck for you? It's no problem, really.
“Oh, she’s sleeping… she likes to lie-in and wake only at the dinner time,” the maiden explains, “I… I don’t think that she would change her habits… even at times like these.”
Well, that sounds like a singularly meaningless life.
Laska : Oh, and how have you been living the last week?
Weyoun : Hey, it was christmas, dammit!
“I… see. Keldorn, of course you realize that she will be completely broke until the end of the next month?” I smirk and Nalia tries to glare at me.
“Would you mind telling us more of this plan of yours, Nalia?” Jaheira asks, quirking her brow.
“Oh… yes, I was just getting to that…” Nalia sounds rather excited, “see, I know the estate and it’s really large… so I think, maybe we could split in two parts and I would offer the one part to Ilmaterites. They do a good job and if they had more resources, they could help even more… I could spend part of my money to support them.”
Hmmm, sounds good... Better than turning the keep into an amusement park, at least.
“Oh, that’s not a bad idea, actually… instead of spreading the gold amongst the poor, give them neatly packaged thieving tools, labelled with a sign ‘Help yourselves to a free dinner, DIY-kit’,” I remark and the three of them look at me admonitory.
Tnt Imoen : Hey, works for me.
Tnt Viconia : Alright! Who stole my lunchpacket?
Tnt Imoen : *whistles innocently and wipes the crumbs from her clothes*
“Somehow, I doubt that we would visit Athkatla anytime soon… or… would we?” I look at Jaheira, undecided.
Blame the game rules.
“Only something of extreme importance might drag me back to that accursed city,” she swears, “Not in the near future… not until those painful memories are replaced by others, ones that I can recall with more fondness,” she squeezes my hand at that and smiles slightly.
“Besides, it isn’t like there is anything we should be returning to,” I speak without thinking, only later to remember that Khalid’s dissected body still lies on the table, in a dungeon beneath the Promenade… but Jaheira does not show any reaction to my words, even though I do not believe that she has forgotten this sad detail.
“Vic and I had a talk about what we’re going to do next, last night,” Imoen breaks the silence, “I would like to tag along with you, Theo… if you would have us, that is…”
“And it all depends on what Theodur’s plans for future are,” Viconia says, before getting rudely interrupted…
“A trip to Baldur’s Gate should better be the first thing on your schedule, simians!” the slightly nasal voice says, “Or else… the fireballs will fly!”
Tune in again in a few days time to witness how Edwin executes the fine art of Thayvian diplomacy and tries to convince the group to agree with his plans.
LOL! Can't wait.