PERSONAGES:

Marla

Lisendra
The woman before you is a beautiful, young Domani, with dark hair that is pulled up so that it stays out of her face during her acts, copperly-gold skin that is glows slightly in the light, and deep brown eyes that light up with every thing she does. Her face is expresive and happy, showing all her emotions as she plays, or sings, or even just stands around talking.
She is wearing a loose fitting pants, much like that a Sea Folk, which give her the ablitly to move freely as she wishes to, and a white blouse tucked into it, cut low enough that it reveals some of her rather well-formed figure. Her pants are held close against her waist by a dark red silk scarf that is tied around it. She is wearing no shoes and seems comfortable that way.

Nobrein stands somewhat tall for a Cairhienin, being 6'. He looks to be in his mid-twenties and is clean shaven. His body is somewhat build, but not too much as he hasn't known hard work in his life. He has a full head of short cropped brown hair and his brown eyes seem friendly. He wears a dark green coat which is made of the finest silk. The entire front is covered with gold strips extending past his knees.

Sydnia
A strikingly beautiful young Cairhienin girl, looking no more than perhaps sixteen or seventeen, short even for one of her people. She still has a beautiful figure, gently curvaceous and petit. Her red-gold curls have been delicately swept upward away from her face, though tendrils fall gracefully to set off her porcelin skin. Her eyes are bright blue, framed by dark lashes, and sparkling. She carries herself with an air of importance and a look that says she knows exactly how pretty she is.
She wears a finely cut dark green riding gown, fashinably full and embroidered at the neckline and cuffs with tiny, intricate white irises. Tiny green riding boots peer out from under her skirts and hanging at her throat is a delicate emerald drop pendant.

Tomar
A young man, with boyish good looks who appears to be in his mid-20's. He is about 5'10" tall with a lean but athletic build. His almond shaped brown eyes seem warm and intellegent. His fine features are lightly tanned from the sun. He has short black spikey hair and there seems to be a trusting quality about him, or perhaps it is just his youthful enthusiasm and vigor which makes him more approachable. He is clean shaven, which gives him an almost respectable look. He is wearing a white cotten shirt with the sleeves rolled up and it is soaked through with some sweat. His brown breeches are grass stained and fit him well. The buttons on his shirt are only halfway done up and isn't tucked into his pants all the way. He is wearing a faded brown leather jacket, that fits him comfortably. It appears that it has seen better days, but it adds a character to him a sense that he has seen more than his share of adventure. A long leather whip hangs off his belt. His black shoes seem scuffed up and looked well travelled. He seems lost in thought at the moment.

Quim

Es is a dark skinned, lithe woman of average hieght. Her shortly cropped hair is dark and wavey. Her complexion dark, either naturally, or by tanning. Hints of tatoos peak out at the edges of the of her blouse. Es appears be of the sea folk, or is trying very hard to pass. She wears a brilliant orange silk blouse, paired with darks pants and tall leather boots. Her hands are obscured beind leather gloves.

Bishop
Before you stangs a regal figure. If one were to guess, they would probably say he looks to be in his late 30's to early 40's. He stands 5'8" give or take an inch or so depending upon his mood. He's not a particularly strong man, but he is by no means a weakling. He has bright red hair hair which is combed neatly to the side. It drapes down over his forehead and occassionally conceals his cold gray eyes. His face is generally emotionless, his smile and subtle expressions seem genuine enough to the simple minded, but to those with eyes to see and ears to hear, there is something satirical about him, something altogether unsettling. His clothes seem to fit his calculating nature, a study of contrasts. He wears a black silk shirt with ivory buttons which fasten all the way up to the top of his high collar. The shirt tucks neatly down into a loose fitting pair of neatly pressed white slacks. A matching white dress coat completes the out fit falling to just below his knees, its long sleevs puffing out slightly at the rists where they meet black leather gloves. He wears 2 pieces of jewlry. The first a stirling silver pin on his right shoulder fashioned into the shape of the sigil of House Aylerian. The other is a stunning ruby ring which he wears on his left hand. The ruby seems to burn with some unseen fire against the black leather of his gloves as the light dances over it. In his right hand he carries an ebony cane which he tends to lean upon heavily as he walks with a slight limp.

Tamarind

Kelsyn
Looming before you is the chiseled features of a hardened man, seemingly having well aged into his late twenties earlier thirties. His dark blue eyes seem to hold a note to menace to them, as well as a bit of melancholy. He seem to be fighting a war withn himself, from the expression on his features, as if it's a struggle to live on each day, yet compelled to do so. Blonde hair droops into his eyes, worn long, yet tied in the back. He appears to have rought hands as well as features, yet no physical scares can be seen on him.
Kelsyn seems to be sporting the normal regalia of a warrior, dressed in chain armor, overlayed with dark, brown paints, and a fine white tunic made of cotton. He wears a vest sporting a small symbol of the White Tower, and seems to carry with him a single cloak that swirls about in color, much like those befamed of Gaidin. His feet sport boots, made of dark leather, keeping them protected from the cold and the rain.

Lorhaden
Blue eyes looking slightly haggard and black hair looking disheveled. Lorhaden looks slightly put out. His normaly clean shaven face sports stuble and bags show under his eyes. He carries over his shoulder a satchel stuffed with papers, his customary two daggers the only thing normal about him, one through his belt the other in his right boot.

Dagmar
You see an average sized Shienaran in a long dust colored coat. The coat has water spots and a small spot of pitch on it as if his coat has been his closest sailing companion. He has hazel eyes but the thing you notice most is his warm, quirky smile. It's almost as if he has some amusing secret. You also see that he doffs his hat respectfully at women as they pass. He is in his early twenties and has close-cropped brown hair. He has an oaken staff at hand.

Time: Summer, late evening
Setting: Common Room, Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon

Quim is sipping a freshly ordered cup of wine, keeping a warry eye on a serving woman, feet stretched out before him, gazing thoughtfully into space.

Nobreon sits by the window, he appears to just be relaxing.

Dagmar bows to Nobreon, "Lord Bortawin."

Bishop comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Nobreon nods to Dagmar.

Lisendra walks into the common room from the garden parlor.

Marla slowly enters the common room, a dark cloak around her to hide her scandalous clothing. Smiling gently to the people she lets her deepblack eyes glance over the room and then smiles at Lisendra, eyes sparkling amused.

Bishop strolls in and looks about quietly. He taps the pomel of his cane thoughtfully against his chin as he sees the variouse persons present.

Quim glances at Marla and nods in a slightly professional manner, though a smile can't help but force its way to the surface.

Lisendra comes into the Common Room and looks around. She smiles and pulls aside a serving girl, speaking to her for a moment softly. The serving girl nods and begins to ask people to move some of the tables around, making room for something.

Tamarind's eyes don't flicker about much, but she gives the impression of being quite aware who comes and goes and how they do it as she drinks from the crimson bodied wine within her goblet. Garbed in stark black, she blends well with the shadow and darkness that cling to her corner, far enough away that no serving girls disturb her, as if any would dare even if she weren't.

Dagmar motions to take a seat at Nobreon's table, "if you wouldn't mind?"

Nobreon nods. "Please, join me."

Dagmar sits down at the Window Table.

Bishop makes a mental list of things to do. He first approaches Nobreon. "Forgive my interuption Lord Nobreon but I have a question I would ask if I may

Marla brings a hand to her mouth to show she's smiling on Quim's behaviour, helping out with the carrying of some tables, which makes bare arms visuable, she moves over to him and leans against his table, folding the cloak to be hidden, "And how is my guildmember doig?"

Nobreon looks up at Bishop. "Please, what is your question?"

Bishop says "You have been in Tar Valon for a fair amount of time now?" Bishop is coming to the question.

Nobreon shrugs. "I suppose."

Quim grins "Having some close calls with one rather clumsy server, but managing to avoid any mishaps." He smiles "And what prey tell is the Guildmaster doing carrying tables?"

Bishop says "Have you yet had occassion to venture within the white tower?"

Lisendra nods to herself after a few tables are moved, making a clear area near the front. She examins the patrons one last time and then she speaks in a voice that carries, "Good evening. I am Lisendra Thari." She pauses to see if anyone looks at her...

Bishop says "Might I inquire as to how you managed that? I will only have the opportunity to be here in Tar Valon for a short while and I have always wanted to go into that fantastic building. Lady Chantal's daughter asked me if it were possible and I told her I would see about arranging it if I could."

Bishop does indeed look to Lisendra

Nobreon smiles. "Oh, maybe I'll take her to the library sometime."

Tamarind sits without looking at anyone in particular, listening in silence to whatever snippets of conversation loft their way over to kiss against her ear. A glance that goes to Lisendra remains there a moment or two politely as a slim finger tracks its way idly round the rim of her goblet.

Marla puts the table aside and indicates with her head to the serving girl and Lisendra, "She is giving a show and I was thinking of doing such a thing too for myself, a dance." She drops in a chair and extends her legs to extend them, the cloak's belowpart divides to show the divided layers which form her short skirt. Her eyes take in Lisendra, awaiting the enjoyment.

Bishop looks back to Nobreon his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "That was not quite what I asked you sir."

Nobreon smiles. "I guess not."

Dagmar grins as if at nothing

Lisendra smiles at everyone, a rather dazzling smile at that, "Does anyone have a request before I start? A song they would like to hear? Anything at all."

Quim glances up from his quick conversation. Eyes flick back of the own accord as Marla's cloak shifts on her form. "You dont' say." He tries to give the air of non chalance, ruined by the slightly eager gleam in his eye. "Seems it is our lucky day. What is the occasion?"

Bishop sees exactly how this goes. He makes a mental note or 2. The silence as he turns away rather telling as far as his currnet thoughts are concerned.

Nobreon looks around at the patrons, then decides he will stay for the shop.

Quim says "Never ask for something you really don't want the answer to m'dear."

Marla taps her fingers against her, "I would like some challenging dancemusic later....after your performance." The misschievous glance she throws through the room and the wink she directs to Lisendra shows what she has in mind. Turning her head back to Quim her long hairs fly around her, "I hope it is your lucky day indeed/"

Lisendra chuckles softly, "I doubt there is anything you could say that would shock me." ... She smiles at Marla, "I have just the song for that." She winks slightly in return. Then she glances around one last time to see if anyone else has a request.

Quim grins "I am glad to see we have something in common."

Es shakes her head. That male.

Lisendra looks around again and sees no one wanting anything. She raises an eyebrow, "Alright... Well I think I'll start off with a few tumbling acts." She looks around and then her eyes fall on the bar, "Could everyone please move away from the bar a moment?"

Marla laughs softly, "What about the Tinker stole my pots? I jolly intro." She leans in her chair, near the bar but not too near.

Quim moves a safe distance away, doesn't want to be hit by any flying ladies.

Lisendra looks at Marla and nods, "After one tumbling act I will play that..." She goes over to the bar and cleans off and glass or wet spots before putting her hands on it and flipping up onto it. She grins and looks around, seeing where everyone is in the room.

Lorhaden comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Lorhaden takes a seat at the Long Oak Bar.

Quim whispers "I take it this isn't spontaneous, your planned this event?"

Lorhaden enters the room, looking around his eyes stop on Nobreon for a moment then he proceeds to the bar

Kelsyn comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Lorhaden flags a passing server and orders quietly.

The server quickly returns and walks over to Lorhaden and sets the cider before him.

Nobreon can't help but notice being noticed.

Marla closes the buttonns on the front of the cloak so that on bringing and folding her arms behind her neck nothing is reveiled and her eyes follow Lisendra, a grin forms around her full lips, chuckling softly she leans over to Quim, "I have been waiting to get such a performance for a long time...and even practised on it but I am not nearly as good as she is in these things...but in dancing, aye." blackeyes glitter and she turns her head back to the performing lady on the bar. Eyes swift over the newcomer man and she nods approbibly.

The door opens, revealing the looming figure of Kelsyn. A dark smirk is always apparent on his features, as if it's a permanent expression. Hardened blue eyes look around the room, taking in those present, but his face and eyes are completely devoid of emotion as if he lives perpetually in the Void.

Dagmar has left.

Tamarind sits in a world all her own, unaffected by anything that goes on, though she does note the performer on the bar and the play of unvoice interaction that dances 'twixt the others in the room. Her only motion holds utmost grace, bone deep, as she drinks sparely from the sanguine hued wine in her goblet now and again.

Lorhaden takes a sip of his cider then stands to his feet.

Es slips to the dark clad woman? and mutters to her.

Es mutters to Tamarind, "May... sit?"

Emerald eyes suddenly made sharp shift to Es' face, and Tamarind considers in silence the soft request before awarding the other woman a short nod of her head.

Kelsyn's eyes continue to flit over the patrons before he just snorts and grunts and moves over to one of the tables away from others. Its apparent he wants to be left alone, however the only person he does not seem to shoot a dark glare at for the moment is the passing server whom he mumbles an order to before sitting. His rather emotionless, stoic expression appears to grow colder if anything, making it so nearly nothing can break his exterior, or even interior, shell.

Kelsyn sits down at the Fireside Table.

Es sits with the dark clad.. being.

Es mutters to Tamarind, "... am... Interviewing... mine...."

Marla's eyes fly around as the entertainer is a bit slow today in her preparations. Brightshining eyes don't mish the interaction between the 2 other women in the room and she glances them over from time to time while her attention and promising smiles go tot he many men in the room. Finally having enough of that too she leans over to Quim, "Tell me, how are you doing lately?" a fluewellsoft voice asks and she lays a hand lightly on his arm.

Quim shrugs "Got myself band from the Tower, it was bound to happen, just a matter of time. Luckily I had finished my book, maybe I need to add a bitter afterward."

Bishop has left.

Quim grins "But then I am not that vidictive." His eyes still hold that specultive look as if the idea wasn't totally in jest, but then he smiles his easy smile. "The thoughtless are rarely wordless as they say. And yourself, breaking hearts with a smile still? I haven' seen you in a bit?"

At the mentioning of the Tower, Kelsyn's eyes seem to flit to Quim. Somehow, if it's possible, they grow harder for a moment, before they return to their normal hardened expression. Another snort from the man is perhaps the only show if his ever having heard that particular comment. He nods politely, yes he can be polite, to the server who brings him his drink, however he is a man if little words.

Tamarind voices so soft a reply to something Es has asked of her that no one else might hear, and hardly any might note the moving of her lips, half hid behind a balances glass. Eyes of gold streaked green do not cease their perusal of the room.

Es says "Making it a difficult task.."

Nobreon whose is sitting by himself tries to track all of the converations in the room.

Quim nods his head towards Kelsyn He mutters to Marla, "... leave... legacy... behind..."

Marla senses Quim nods his head towards Kelsyn "Though I did leave a legacy of friends behind before I left."

Fire gilt hair that has escaped the tight weaving of a single thick plait flits itself gently about a face of sculpted beauty as Tamarind nods again, brief and to the point, in response to Es' statement.. lengthy, elegant fingers yet playing themselves over the stem of her goblet as she drinks in the room instead of her wine.

Long slender warmly coloured fingers run through the nightblack hairtresses which fall over Marla's shourlders and she twirrls some strangs around them, "I am sure they did have good reasons for it....in their eyes." Pouting her fullred lips in a smirk she adds misschievously, "You would be a bit unwise though on doing such a thing....it is always better not to say such things." As Lisendra has decided to quick she stands deliberately and her dark eyes fly through the rooms while she begins to undone her dress, "Anyone in for a dance?"

Es mutters to Tamarind, "She looks much... like..."

Nobreon looks up at Marla and nods his head slightly.

Quim glances around to see if someone will take her up on the offer, not wanting to hog the pretty ladies attention.

Tamarind is not so naive as to let any expression betray itself upon the smoothed expression her delicately wrought countenance has taken. Her lips curve not up into a smile, nor down into a frown as she moves them once more to whisper velvet soft for Es' ears alone.

{Thegame got booted for about 30 minutes so when this scene was continued, people had left the room. Here are the names of the ones who were there: Lisendra, Marla, Nobreon, Es.}

Seeing that no objections are made and that the men in the room seem more than willing to see a dance she drops slowly and gracefully her cape and then leaves it laying on a chair. Clad in this white clining silk which shows nothing when closed to her body, as does her bodice but close means pictured, but the loose layers which make her skirt do show the shapes of her legand when she slowly hipswaying walks to the middle of the room the lashes depart to expose more than hints. Challenging she puts her hands in her sides and awaits the music to begin.

A grin curves Lisendra's lips as she draws the flute closer. With a moment of pausing she begins to play the fast, cheerful song.

Sydnia comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Nobreon sits by himself at the window table.

Lisendra is playing a fast paced song on her flute from where she stands near the bar. It is quite obvious that she has spent years studing the flute and plays it with a natural air about her, not practiced and mechanical at all. As if she were winging it.

Sydnia glides in, walking with an air of grace and self-importance. She looks around quietly at the customers, spotting Noberon and walking over to him.

Nobreon smiles once he sees Sydnia enter, he rises and pulls out a chair for her.

Sydnia sits down at the Window Table.

Sydnia slides lightly into a chair at Noberon's table.

Nobreon seats Sydnia then retakes his seat.

Stepping slowly at first but then quicker Marla lifts her arms into the air and her hands make gracefull gestures. Slowly spreading them to lay almost horisontally she bends backwards slightly, the layers beneath her knees divede on this and the others begin to shift over eachtoher as the rolling of hips begins.

Nobreon noticing that the show has begun turns to watch it.

Sydnia turns to watch the performance, aranging her skirts gracefully.

Lisendra continues to play, eyes bright and cheerful. She sways her own hips to the music slightly.

Brightly shining black eyes go over the many men in the room who have begun to move closer, many beginning to clap their hands and stamp their feet while one even has a trumm and joins the heated excited rythem.

With a quick swirl of her arms Marla bends backwards till her head almost reaches the ground, the rolling of hips and stomach obviously on top but more interested are the sleek legs which are so clearly exposed to others though never as much people would have liked, or this long. IN a quick swirl she stands allright again and she begins to dance with expanded arms making elegant gestures through the air towards the lookers, her eyes are flicker to one man though every time.

Es's eyes flicker to the dancer.

Lisendra raises an eyebrow while she continues, obviously surprised at how good Marla is... And a little angry to anyone who is good at reading eyes. She wants the attention on her! But then she'll get the attention when she really starts her act.

Tomar comes down the wooden stairs from the second floor.

Tomar walks down the stairs and glances around the room.

Nobreon is paying attention to the dance, maybe a bit too much attention.

Lisendra is playing a fast paced, cheery tune near the bar. Her hips are swaying lightly with the music.

Tomar smiles a bit as he hears music and sees a few familar faces dancing to it.

Tomar heads over to the bar to order a drink. He nods politely to Lisendra and sees that she is busy playing.

Marla continues the dancing, hipswaying slowly over to the table the man she wants to make the topic of it tonight. Feeling his eeys on her body she turns qiockly around and in a staccatobeat claps her hands into the air and makes a long spreadsprong inot the air, letting the layers fly up above her knees. Standing still in front of the table she begins to pull the scarve around her neck loose and swirls it around, playfully almost jerking it back when Nobreon wants to catch it..eyes sparkling misschievously. A loud gasp of jealousy comes from the many men looking at this dance.

Tomar flags a passing server and orders quietly.

The server quickly returns and walks over to Tomar and sets the Cider before him.

Tomar pays the server for his drink and watches Marla's dance. He glances over at Nobreon and raises an eyebrow slightly. He leans on the bar.

Lisendra continues with the song, but is nearing the end of it. She looks to Marla to see if she wants the song to start over again or a new one to start.

Tomar sips on his drink and leans against the bar. He glances around the room casually.

Teasingly lets the shawl drift over Nobreon's face, eyes shining misschievously and her whole expressiion showing promises, promises which are mostly indicated by the suggestive dancing of her body and dropping the shawl down she spins around and lifts a leg straight into the air, letting the layers of her skirt go up to her hips, shwoing much, turning around 2, 3 times she winks at Lisendra, indicating to go a bit slowlyer music.

Sydnia watches Marla's dance that has been directed at her companion with a nearly expressionless face.

Nobreon blushes but doesn't avert his gaze.

Finishing up the song Lisendra moments pause before starting another. This one is slower and has a gentle rythm to it.

Tomar sips on his cider and alternates betweening watching the dance and watching the fire. He seems deep in thought over something and he takes a short pause between each sip.

Whistles can be heard now loudly as the men see more than they would expect. Laughing ringingly Marla suddenly bringsz back her leg and then sets off to jump on the table of Nobreon and brining her hands down to her hips, adjusting slowl and sensual weaves she brings her body backwards, though not as far as before, just inviting. Eyes glimmering she occasionally brings one foot to Nobreon, dividing skirts just for him, and then quickly back

Nobreon blushes a deep red, but still doesn't avert his gaze.

Tomar shakes his head and drains his drink. He seems quite troubled by something and walks to the door.

Sydnia taps her lips, looking annoyed. There is a woman dancing on her table.

Adelina comes down the wooden stairs from the second floor.

Tomar is walking to the door and has a troubled look on his face.

Tomar is nearly out the door when he happens to glance around and spot Adelina coming down the stairs. He stops and turns to look at her.

Sydnia watches Adelina with interest, a woman who interests her far more than the one currently standing on her table dancing. She offers Adelina a pretty smile.

Nobreon manages to rip his eyes off of Marla and turns to see Adelina, he starts to rise, then stops.

Tomar bows his head respectfully towards Adelina and says. "Milady.", the music is too loud to hear, but it looks like he says it.

Adelina walks slowly down the stairs and eyes the commotion. She hasn't seen Tomar yet and is more interesting in why a woman is standing on Nobreon's table practically pawing at him.

Lisendra continues with the slower song, playing naturally, not even seeming to notice the new noble woman who has entered.

Tomar closes the door and leans against the wall. He smirks and watches the scene unfold.

Not caring about that woman's opinion Marla goes back and grabbing the edges of her skirt she begins to swirl them to him, trying to lure his eyes backwards. Glancing over tot he noblewoman she nods and a faint smile crosses her face, wondering how she thinks of her. Approaching Nobreon she spins around again and sways her body wild while her legs are fully exposed till she drops down in a fluiding curtsey in front of him. Head down and hairs covering most part but not the clevage and sparkling invitingly promising eyes she has just for Nobreon.

Nobreon looks back at the dancing woman. His gaze quickly but reluctantly returns to Adelina.

Sydnia regards Marla with distant, annoyed eyes. Her face is smooth and serious.

Tomar crosses his arms and looks between Adelina, Marla and Nobreon. He shakes his head a bit and he continues to smirk.

Nobreon keeps looking between Marla and Adelina, his gaze starts lingering on both.

Marla jerks her head back and jumps from the table, carefully she arranges her skirt together so she shows nothing of her legs again. "I am pleased to have such a lovely public toninght." her young yet meaningfull voice rings clearly through the space, "And I hope to see you later in the guild to help with the caravern." Black eyes turn to Narka and she whispers to him.

Marla whispers "I am looking forward to our next meeting." to Nobreon.

Marla chuckles lowly and throaty and swirls out of the room.

Tomar claps his hands at Marla's performance.

Nobreon blushes at Marla's comment.

Tomar glances at Nobreon and then to Adelina.

Nobreon pulls at the collar of his coat. "Lovely girl isn't she, quite talented."

Sydnia smiles oversweetly. "That is your judgement, yes." She sniffs, and folds her hands delicately into her lap.

Nobreon blushes and can be seen conversing quietly with Sydnia.

Tomar shakes his head and finds something amusing with Nobreon's comment. He continues to clap for Marla and says. "Bravo. That was surely an eye opening performance."

Tomar walks towards the stairs.

Tomar nods politely to all and heads off.

Tomar climbs up the wooden stairs into the second floor. . Marla climb up the wooden stairs into the second floor.