C.A.R.P.S.

*Vaellar enters the inn, sits down at the bar and orders a drink from Sylas*

"Just wanted to let anyone know that if anyone wishes teaching in magical skills, I am available to teach any of the basic skills up to master level ability and will teach up to 4th tier spell slots to anyone who wishes to learn. If you seek teaching in the advanced magics or 5th tier spell slots I will consider them on a case by case basis."

*Vaellar then goes back to his drink seemingly in a rather sour mood*

*seeing Vaellar looking down Sylas sets every available snack food out on the bar*

"Thats a very generous offer. Not being a Mage it doesnt really aply to me of course..."
*wink*
*the grin slides from his face as he realizes Vaellar still seems vexed*

*refilling Vaellars mug*
"Whats amatter buddy? You look down"


"Whoa. Did we just accidentally become a cliche'?

*Looks up at Sylas*

"Nothing."

*Ignores all the snacks and just goes back to starring into his mug, not bothering to drink from it.*

Approaches Vaellar "Would peanut butter no bake cookies raise your spirits?"

*Continues to stare into his mug*

"Probably not, but I am sure they will still taste delicious."

*Vaellar looks over in Miles direction, but doesn't seem to be addressing him in particular. He just quietly sort of addresses the air in that direction.*

"Ever feel lost even though you know exactly where you are?"

*Cudar walks in at the end of evan's announcement, then sits through the rest of the conversation before piping up.*
"Never been lucky enough to know exactly where I am, Brother. Sylas, a drink if you will."

*rooks hazily descends and taps sylas on the head*

"Now sir, you taste like chocolate. Maybe you'll do better with the ladies, i hear they like chocolate... i hope you don't melt. As for being lost when you know exactly where you are Vey... i feel that way every single time i spar... or talk... or think about divan. Always... you don't want to even want to know how i feel when i think about "that guy" *shudders*"

*looks around as everytime he tries to speak someone else does*

*pauses to look at the air in Miles direction sure that there must be some sort of Imp there, then shakes his head when it dawns on him that even if it was there it is obviously invisible*

*pouring himself a mug of Dwarven*
"All to often my friend. But I always seem to find a direction... or it finds me."
*takes a large pull off the mug and licks his lips*
"!" "I DO taste like chocolate!"

*looking over at Rooks*

Well, i'm glad I bring a little mental misdirection to your life every once and awhile. Beside, I always find the coolest things when i'm lost

Careful Sylas, tasting like chocolate might have unforeseen consequences!

*Kathryn grins mischievously*

"Maybe... but I cant think of any bad ones."

*shares the grin and winks*

Frowns at Vaellar, not liking to see him upset "Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?"