[ We find Nebrinel and Fyril bumping into each other in the hallways! Fyril was trying to get to Nebrinel's room to talk to her and/or train, Nebrinel was looking for Fyril because he was late, and neither of them really knows where they are anymore. Session start! ] * Nebrinel hopefully doesn't actually run into Fyril, mainly because she outmasses him by a lot. She does draw up short, though, and smiles faintly down at him. "Long dinner?" * Fyril slides smoothly to a stop; one could guess he'd been moving pretty quickly. He's carrying his satchel off one shoulder, and smiles sheepishly. "Nah, I just got caught up in reading. It's hard to remember the time when there's nothing around you to tell you it's changing." * Nebrinel nods, then chuckles. "Well, I wouldn't say that about reading, but I can understand the concept." * Fyril shrugs, adjusting the satchel. "They've got good stuff here. I wonder if they'll let me keep some of the books?" * Nebrinel mms. "Probably depends on the book. You could always try to arrange for a magic book, like Ethan." * Fyril nods thoughtfully. "It'd be a good idea. Maybe they have a spare one of those around." * Nebrinel mms and gestures back in the direction she thinks her room is in, moving slightly in the 'go that way!' implication method. "I had a question to ask you, actually, which is why I didn't wait." * Fyril starts walking along that way. "Yeah? Must be important. What is it?" * Nebrinel nods, and rubs her hands. "I have a lead on the next piece of Plaguebringer, and was thinking of striking out tonight to get it. Ada and the rest seem... " she pauses for a second, then says, "Somewhat willing to come along in case there is resistance. And so now I get to ask you if you want to come along, in case it's more your style of acquisition." * Fyril hesitates for a moment, slowing his pace a bit as he walks. "Where is this? Somewhere dangerous?" Possibly. It's in the Barony of Tree-By-The-Sea. * Fyril blinks. "Where's that?" * Nebrinel gestures absently. "Somewhere or another. I have a map somewhere, but," she frowns, "Xivilai's resources really make that irrelevant." Yeah. She's just going to send you in there, then? I don't believe she can teleport us inside his manor or fortress or whatever he has, but certaintly close enough to make tonight a viable attack time. * Fyril stops, and looks up at her. "An attack." * Nebrinel looks back at Fyril, "Assault, maybe. I honestly don't know what we will be facing, but the item itself makes the people around it sick. It might just involve infiltration, or more." She smiles faintly. "There simply is not a good word for it." * Fyril looks down the hall in the direction he was going, and starts walking further on that way quietly, not looking at her. (I'm confused as to what what direction he's walking. Is it the way they were going, or another direction?) (Just continuing on towards her room, I'm thinking.) * Nebrinel follows, looking a very slight bit uncomfortable. * Fyril just keeps walking, turning at various corners and such as he goes. * Nebrinel follows. No need to bluster quite yet. * Fyril eventually stops in front of the door to Nebrinel's room. He stands facing it, resting his hand on the knob lightly, still quiet. * Nebrinel comes to the door, as well, and says, in a softer tone of voice than normal, "You seem disquieted." * Fyril turns the knob slowly, and shakes his head, his gaze on the knob as well. "Yeah. I guess so." * Nebrinel frowns, and puts her hand on his shoulder lightly. "Fyril..." * Fyril tenses for a second, then relaxes. "It's hard to say." He opens the door gently, and looks up at her. "Should we go in?" * Nebrinel nods once. "Yes, let's." * Fyril walks in quietly, not forcing a break of the contact, and heads towards the bed. * Nebrinel doesn't break contact, following. She sits down once she gets there, having to let go at that point. * Fyril looks away from her, across the room. "I just... I don't think I can do this anymore." * Nebrinel sighs slightly. "I guess that was inevitable, once we got brought back into this conflict again." * Fyril shifts to look up at her, a ghost of a smile playing on his face. "If you saw it coming, why ask?" * Nebrinel smiles back, a little. "Because you never really can know for sure, Fyril." She shakes her head. "I wanted to think..." she chuckles. "Something. I am not completely sure, at the moment." * Fyril rests his hand on the bed between them, leaning forward a bit. "It's been really exciting, sometimes, travelling with you. And fun! You know? There's been a lot of good things." * Nebrinel is smirking a little. "I am glad, then. I would hope it hasn't been all bad." * Fyril shakes his head emphatically. "You know that it hasn't been. Before, there were some..." he falters for a second, then continues, "rough areas, but still, overall, it was fun." I know. I've enjoyed it as well. * Nebrinel shakes her head. "I know better than to ask you to stay around if you do not want to. I have no illusions about the situation getting better for a very long while." * Fyril nods reluctantly. "I feel worn down. Everywhere I go with all of you, there's attacking, and battle, and carnage, and death, and... everything." * Nebrinel smiles faintly, and brushes the hilt of Plaguebringer. "That is what Ethan, Ada, and I do, when it comes down to it." In times like this, it is unavioable. * Fyril nods. "It's not what I do. It's never been; when I was young, my parents tried apprenticing me briefly to the local swordsman, but it just wasn't me. It's much more Calyniel's thing." He stops, and flushes a little bit. * Fyril shrugs uncertainly. "Maybe it is, for you. I avoided it fine, for a long time. I think if you didn't want to find it, it might not find you either." * Nebrinel frowns. "Perhaps earlier. Not with the Jenoine." The one that thinks you're dead, you mean. * Nebrinel shakes her head. "It is more than that, now." She chuckles. "Or maybe it's just in my blood. After nearly 600 years..." * Fyril winces very slightly, and looks up at her. "It could be, yeah. Maybe this is just who you are, and I can't change that." His expression becomes regretful. "But I can't make myself keep doing this." * Nebrinel nods, and says, with slight hesitation, "Then... it is best you don't." She reachers her hand over and puts it on his shoulder. "Have you decided whether you will return to cooking, or..." She grins. "Looking for your sister?" * Fyril looks thoughtful. "Well... if the Lady will let me stay for a few more days, I'll try to recover a bit more. Searching for Calyniel, practicing my arts... there's still a lot of fun out there. Maybe I can arrange to have this as a base, once in a while." * Nebrinel frowns. "Perhaps, but Xivilai... I doubt she would allow it in the longterm. She only tolerates me because I'm useful." ( Well, if he makes light of the fact he can cook, she might start thinking him useful. ) (No argument.) * Fyril shrugs. "I can be useful. If she wants me to steal things for her once in a while to pay for the time, I can do that." He grins widely. "Don't really mind it at all. And that's besides the cooking." * Nebrinel nods, then smiles back. "Then I suppose, at least for a while, I can continue training." The smile loses strength. "You've been getting better. It would be a shame to lose that." * Fyril nods, and turns his beaming smile fully on her. "I have been, yeah. And it's thanks to you. I won't lose it. I think I can use a lot of it without attacking things. The magic, anyway." * Nebrinel smiles a little faintly, and squeezes his shoulder. "You can keep the bow anyway. It's good discipline." * Fyril nods sheepishly. "Yeah. I'm not all that good at that, though." * Nebrinel shrugs. "Then don't." She chuckles, and stands, looking at Fyril. "I'm afraid, though, that I'd better prepare myself. If this is going to involve another piece of Plaguebringer... " she chuckles faintly. "It will take everything I have." * Fyril sobers, looking up at her almost entreatingly. "You don't really need to do that, do you?" * Nebrinel pauses for a second. As if she's really considering it. This seems to take her about 10 very long seconds. Then she shakes her head. "The Jenoine. The only complete great weapon we even know of that can be used against him is Xivilai's, and it is easy to see her worry about the situation. If for no other reason than that, I really have no choice." She looks a bit saddened. "At least... I have prepared for the worst." * Fyril speaks in a worried tone. "Have you really? How have you?" * Nebrinel nods, and looks determined. "Ada knows what to do, and I don't doubt she has the will." * Fyril looks away, towards the walls, and shakes his head. "Don't let that happen." * Nebrinel grins, and gives Fyril a wink. "It's simply a precaution. If anyone is stubborn enough not to be destroyed by Plaguebringer, it's me. Wouldn't you agree?" * Fyril turns back a bit, looking a bit more heartened. "Yeah. But if there's anyone that's going to worry about it, it's me." He turns a bit more, and looks up at her impishly. * Nebrinel smiles faintly down at Fyril. "I suppose so." She takes a deep breath. * Fyril nods slightly, and draws his bag back up against his side. "You want me to go, then?" * Nebrinel chuckles. "I won't force you out, but I won't be very talkative. Meditation is... not something I do often." * Fyril nods, and smoothly moves to his feet. "It's all right. I should just leave you to it." He looks into her face. "Take care. Maybe... maybe I'll see you around some time." * Nebrinel nods. "If you stay around to cook, I will be around, for certain." She stands there looking at him for a second. * Fyril nods again. "I should be here, for a while, anyway." He looks down uncertainly, then up again. * Nebrinel says, hesitantly, "Come to see me before you go?" * Fyril nods quickly. "If you're around then, and not out fighting things, sure." * Nebrinel chuckles slightly. "I'll do my best." Which once again leaves them looking at eachother. * Fyril runs a hand quickly through his hair, then pushes himself forward and up a bit, kisses her gently on the cheek, then zips out of the room, blushing as he goes. * Nebrinel grins slightly, closing the door after him and saying, "Well, at least a minor victory, then." She eyes the bed, and her face straightens, as she prepares for the battle ahead. [ Session End! Wah! Fyril's gone!]