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Tobias:
On the continent of Alindor in the city of Mariners Hold, there lies a majestic inn where are story takes place.
 
A wooden sign can be seen over the doorway, it reads "The Silver Buckle". As you enter, your eyes are greeted with a wondrous sight; A huge auditorium, in the center is a stage and elaborate tables and chairs are arranged neatly in front of the stage for the customers enjoyment. As you look left you see a small yet elegant lounge with a  roaring fireplace. As you glance back to your left you can see a elegant bar all made of the finest mahogany. Past the bar, are the guest chambers, where our story begins..
 
A middle aged male sits at a desk his elbow on the top of the desk made of cherry and his head propped on his hand snoring lazily. The room is luxurious and lavish. Along with the desk is a armoire of mahogany, chest of drawers of oak and a cozy bed with feathered pillows. A pixie sits on the bed regarding the male. She shakes her head with a subtle giggle. "Only my mage would sleep on a desk rather than a bed.."
 
A sound from outside the hall can be heard. She pauses to listens to the sound but, she can't make it out the sound clearly over the rumblings of the sleeping mage. She curses softly and takes to the air, her wings rapidly beating behind her.

"I wonder if it's him?" she thinks to herself as her heart beats faster with elation. She fiddles with the door trying to get it open.

RollinsCat:
The bard is pleased this bright and sunny day.  His song comes along nicely, notes falling into place as he hums; Amati has not broken a string all week; and his sister and Jane have thus far not returned from wherever they’ve wandered, which would not at first seem a joyous thing.  A soft rattle from the closed door to their room only serves his point however – Celador has come back and as the bard is terribly soft of heart,  he’s allowed the mage to use his old room, currently if theoretically occupied by the bard's sibling and her...friend.  After clearing it of feminine undergarmentry and other personal things of course, now secured in a chest in his room until the ladies return.

By Ilsare, he’s going to get in trouble for that.  Still, the man’s contributions to their farming project are too important to shuffle him off to another inn and so Celador once again lays his head in the room on the right.  Besides – he enjoys the man’s company.  Although...there is the matter of the whistles and catcalls.  He’s aware of Celador’s rather colorful background and the reasons the man likes purple so much, and perhaps were he not married he’d feel more adventurous, but really?  In front of Minu, even?  He’ll have to figure a way to broach that delicate topic without crushing the man’s hopes...

Tobias:
The latch finally comes free and she finally struggles to push the door open. With another curse she darts out of the room and into the shadows to stalk her prey...

As she flutters deftly out of the door she catches a glimpse of her mark as he heads to off to the stage.. The pixies whispers to herself.. "Just a bit closer to hear him better.. to gaze upon his eyes and look upon his soul.. to see if he is wearing tight pants.." She covers her mouth to suppress a giggle. Then she zips to the shadows to pursue her desire..

RollinsCat:
Down the stairs, to the stage, humming all the while.  There are two families eating in the tavern's great hall, the children gobbling bread and picking unenthusiastically at jarred fish while their parents fuss.  Usually it's a bigger mix, but with just these two families in the room, he's inclined to sneak out some sugared fruits for the little ones.  But first!  No audience too small to earn an smile for Ilsare.  Tossing his long black leather coat across a chair, he sits on the stage steps and takes Amati under chin, not centering himself first - his mood is good, Amati sings the joy of the moment with him and the A string stays firmly in place.  There are rustles and a giggle behind him - Lola and Clarisse no doubt, they've been following him out of sight for days, some childhood game that only they understand.  He plays dumb.

A few songs in and a few giggles later, he sees his daughter and Clarisse...by the lounge.  They are sorting Clarisse's gemstone collection, or more specifically Lola is with an expert eye.  She's using the loupe he purchased for her to detail any flaws in the various bits of colored mineral, he can just hear her pointing out an iron streak in a bit of hematite.  The hairs stand up on his neck - who the Muse is doing all the giggling now?

Tobias:
She clears her throat lightly at first to get the bards attention. As he turns he sees a beautiful pixie in a exotic dress that barely falls past her midsection. She sits on top the piano with her legs crossed and a finger in her mouth eyeing him as a prize.

"You play very well minstrel.. Each note pulls at my heart.." Her words come out as a light whisper but get stronger as she gains courage.  "Do you think you could possibly play one more song for me?" She bats her eyes at the bard and gives him an enchanting smile. There is something dangerous and mischievous behind the look she gives him. After a short moment, her eyes never leaving his she says pleadingly. "Please?" As she gestures at the piano with her hand, inviting him closer.

There she sits, biting at her lower lip, arms propping up her body as she waits for his response.

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