The Meeting of the Council

[Tiy A. Memnon-Lockheart]

It had been ages since the last time she had met with the rest of the council, so he had sent letters to all of them to come to the tavern for a few drinks and a good time. She smiled as the bar maid opened the door to the private meeting room around behind the bar. She walked in, lit a few lanterns, pulled the chairs off of the tables and pushed up her sleeves on her Council Robes as she decided to clean the room. The barmaid asked her if she would like help and Tiy smiled at her and shook her head. "No. I am all right. This room will be perfect." The barmaid left and Tiy turned back towards the room and muttered a few spells to have the broom start sweeping the floor, a feather duster dust the mantle of the fireplace, the cobwebs in the corners, and she began to wipe down the towels with the wet towel the barmaid had brought before hand.

After about ten minutes of cleaning, Tiy smiled and pushed two square tables together and placed the broom back against the wall and put the duster down by it as well. She tossed some logs in the fireplace, cast a spell at it, and the fire began to roar in the large fireplace along-side of the table. She called for food and drinks and sat down at the table, waiting for the other council members to arrive.

[Izlin]

Though he usually saw her around the academy somewhat regularly and she had easy access to his office within the academy, Tiy had still decided to send him a letter requesting his presence. In other words, this was likely somewhat more formal than a normal outing he might have. City council business, most likely.

Upon entering, he spoke to the barmaid currently working, asking whether Tiy had arrived or not. She directed him to the back room and he thanked her, bowing slightly before moving on to his meeting.

"We have business to discuss?" He said as he entered, closing the door behind himself. Normally, he might have entertained some mild pleasantries before discussing important matters, yet he was interested in the exact reason she had called for the council.

[Tiy A. Memnon-Lockheart]

Tiy settled at the table, sipping on a drink and heard the door open. She turned her head over her shoulder and smiled as she saw Izlin walked through the door. He asked if they had business to discuss and she stood and shook her head. "Oh no. I just thought it would be nice for all of us to meet and have a few drinks and a good time together." she smiled and hugged him lightly. "How are you since we last met?" she stepped away, still smiling.

She paused for a moment and looked at him, waiting for his response. Perhaps she could discuss becoming a full time professor at the school with him. But the others would be coming soon so she wasn't sure when to ask him.

(ooc: i don't remember if we have discussed that before or not... weather she was teaching there or not all ready... xD)

[Izlin]

"Really?" Izlin replied, not sure if he was disappointed or relieved. Relieved that there wasn't some imminent problem threatening to destroy Avaren, yet disappointed that his expectations and assumptions about this meeting were entirely misplaced.

"Well, I am fine." He said, smiling softly, "I haven't had that much to do, to be honest, other than looking after the academy."

"So," He said, taking a seat at the table. "Your turn."

[Alezand Jozlyn]

Alezand pulled his cloak in around him closer as the wind whipped up on the street. He ducked his head as he pushed though the door into the warm and smokey tavern. Clinking glasses, laughter, scuffing of chairs now filled his ears. This was a familiar place, he had met many a contact here, or a friend. He had hid a few times here, and fought his way out. He even lead a rooftop chase across this very building. But tonight, he was here under much less clear motives. His summons was followed up by a letter in his mailbox when he woke up at his home. It requested his presence in a meeting at the tavern, in one of the suites. The details were still not forthcoming, but he knew it was official enough. It was signed by a name that he had come to be familiar with. He never met her in person, but he was aware of the position she was in.

He made his way to the back of the room and around the corner past the the bar. There was a guard standing outside. He looked bored, and his eyes kept wandering to the merriment happening around him. Poor soldier, thought the knight. He knew of the duties of the uniform, and how it often infringed on personal time. He held up his invitation as the guards eyes met his. The guard took it for a second and looked it over, was satisfied with its authenticity and handed it back, then stepped aside.

Alezand knocked once and entered the room. He noted two people already here. The first he assumed was who sent the notes, a female dressed in mages attire, nursing a drink. The man sitting across from her also bore items the marked him as a magi. Both seemed to have an air of responsibility about them. "My apologies for interrupting. I am Alezand, Free knight of Avaren. How may I be of service you this evening?"

[Tiy A. Memnon-Lockheart]

Tiy smiled at him. He was not busy except for working at the Academy. She knew there was a lot to do there and that would have been enough work for her to keep her busy. She nodded lightly and then got excited as he asked her to say how she was. She was wonderful, she was great even! Her husband was home, alive, and here to stay. And she was about to tell Izlin about Zeion, when she remembered when they went to the market place the other day, Zeion had kept a hood hiding his face and told her that he didn't want the others to know that he was back yet. Did he not want the Council to know yet? But then again, she could trust the Council with that sort of information. They were the ones to start rumors... they were the ones to silence them.

She was about to speak when another person knocked and came in. She assumed it was the newest member to the Council and when he gave his name and position, she was proved correct. She smiled brightly to him and stood, walking to him, holding out a hand. "Welcome Alezand. I am Tiy Memnon. I know we have not met in person, but we are pleased to have you with us this evening!" she grinned. "And you may join us for drinks and a good time. There is no business to discuss unless a Free Knight like yourself has news from beyond the walls." She smiled again.

"So please... sit and join us! The Barmaid will return when Azzy has arrived to take orders."

[Alezand Jozlyn]

OCC: Alezand has not been informed of his selection to the council. He has returned from the outer lands on a summons for the position on this council. He doesn't really know why he is here. Your characters, being already accepted, are probably aware of his lack of knowledge. Feel free to have fun at his confusion or enlighten him to what's up.

ICC: Alezand bowed, lowered his hood and pulled up a seat at the end of the table, facing the only door into the room and the bar access. Old habits die hard, but then again, old habits make you die hard. They keep you ahead of the game, prepared. Alezand was surprised at the apparent personal nature of the company here. He did not show his confusion, but calmly ordered a pint of hard cider.

The maid; tall, willowy with chestnut hair pulled up into a tight plait behind her head. Her fair complexion and warm smile was like the ale, warming you from the inside out, comforting. She was new, Alezand had not seen her working before. One of the many little changes that happened around here while he was away. Some of it was unsettling, but this one was easier to swallow. The warrior sat for a moment, not saying a word while he took a couple gulps of the cider. It was chilled, the condensation already running profusely down the side of the mug. The room was warm as a fire in hearth roared to his left, and was of modest size, approximately fifteen by fifteen. The table was ten feet long, with some select meats and bread laid out for the guests. Roast beef and a small ham, already sliced with the knife stuck in the beef. A block of aged yellow cheese was next to the meats, and a large loaf of rye bread that looked fresh out of the oven as the steam was still rising off of it. Alezand pulled off a piece of the beef for himself as he waited for the conversation to resume and/or other guests to enter the gathering. As the new comer, the odd man out in this meeting, he was not going to presume to start up the chatter. He was here to listen and then, if need be, speak...