Dec 23 23:43:07 105 PA

From Chronicles

Weather at Wed Dec 23 23:43:07 105 PA (-13.32C, 8.02F): While not extraordinarily cold, it certainly feels so, with the constant, sometimes overbearing wind. A few clouds float overhead, wisely remaining in the distant calm. The current game time is: Wed Dec 23 23:26:43 105 PA.

The Kingsdale Plaza Park stretches out to the west approximately sixteen-hundred feet until it meets with a residential area. The ground is covered with sporadic grass and wild flowers. Deep craters from some long-ago weapons fire cover this area of the park making the ground uneven and in some places difficult to walk. Nonetheless, this area has seen extensive use by the people of Kingsdale. Bike trails criss-cross the area and one of the craters has been filled with water where duck and other water birds come. These waterfoul seem to have quite a good living too, with people almost always present to feed them. Here and there are stands of conifer trees that people often sit beneath to read and otherwise forget the trials and tribulations of city life. The exception to this is during the night though, and nobody comes to the park after dark unless they are either foolhardy in the extreme or looking for trouble. The wind blows through the area unhampered and on good days it carries with it the laughter of children feeding ducks and the sweet scent of pine and wild flowers. Benches and places to sit are also scattered through the park area, and to the south is a Pavillion of five statues -- all previous dictators and people of note to Kingsdale's past.

Atticus is enjoying some sort of tea or hot drink this evening. Sitting at a bench - comfortable and relaxed, a legal pad and a leather type folder on his lap as he sits in quiet contemplation.

Late at night, and below freezing, just the kind of weather everyone wants to be out in. WEll, one person is out in it at least. Renos has not been seen in public much. Well, the public doesn't really notice that there is one less wizard walking about. So, its somewhat of a miracle that he came out. He is holding a spyglass of sorts, or maybe a telescope. The lights revealing the device as he is walking along, looking up at the sky.

Cassius isn't much for being out in public now either, but he's got his gloves, and a hat on, as well as his robes, just trying to stay warm as he...wanders. He'll wander into the park, not sure why but there are other people out here as well, "Huh" he says

Ah yes. Cold and unpleasant, will a biting wind. That's presumably why everyone and their grandmother wears environmental protection armor everywhere these days! Well, not Valerie. Because she doesn't have any. She's striding through the park, eyes wandering across the scenery with regular intervals. The wind plays with her hair artfully, as if she was posing for some fantasy painting, although the dumb coat she wears everywhere sort of ruins the overall effect. Dammit, dumb coat.

Into the park wanders a strange figure, that of a petite woman dressed in roman robes. A metal helmet on her head and an owl perched on her shoulder, her feet are bare against the cold wind. Her hair is long, loose down her back, a tangled unbrushed mess of black curls. She walks as if the park and all in it belonged to her, but her eyes search amongst the figures, as if inspecting them one by one.

Atticus looks up from his tea, taking a sip from the steaming cup before he shoves his legal pad and portfolio into his bag. He lifts his hand, waving to Reno with a smile. "Robert," he calls affably.

Not really seeing anyone, given its night and he's human, Renos moves to a somewhat clear field and begins to set up to look at the stars. At the call of his name, he looks up with a puzzled frown. "Uh...hello." He says, more out of some resonse than to one person, as he is looking around.

Cassius does notice the odd woman in...roman robes? And an Owl? Well stranger things have happened, and he's not about to crtiize anyones choice of dress. He wraps his robes around himself and he finds a good park bench to settle down. Though he does tap his feet, still unsure of what he's doing here.

Valerie gradually slows down and eventually comes to a halt, subconsciously assuming a pose of cool and melancholic contemplation, chin tilted subtly upwards and eyes aimed at the sky. All very artsy and junk, but her bout of navel gazing means it takes her a while to notice the robed woman with the owl. When she does notice something amiss, she blinks sharply and looks towards the woman, and then she stares, like the woman of action she is.

The woman in the robes moves slowly around the park, her feet white from the cold. The thin robes barely give cover against the wind, but she does not shiver. The owl flaps its wings, stretching its wingspan out but not leaving her shoulder as she inspects people. She pauses near Cassius, her gaze running over him quizzically before she turns to move on, gracefully.

Cassius looks up at the strange woman as she tops in front of him, and for a moment...he remembes his manners, "Hello there my lady" he shall simply bow politely to her as she stops, watching the owl...and oh yes...he knows his mythology, someonthing...tickling his memory.

Renos hears some talking going on, but isn't really sure whats being said, so, for the most part, he keeps to himself and continues what he is doing. The scope is in place, he pulls a chart from his pocket, and then looks up at the sky, frowning to himself. He then starts to look through the telescope.

Atticus smiles at Renos, "Evening, Robert," he says. "What are you looking for, if I'm not interrupting - I'm sure that I am," he notes as he rises, shoving his hands into his pockets as he approaches, "But I always liked looking at the points of light, back home. We said that they were the eyes of the gods, looking down at us," he adds.

Valerie places her right hand on the pommel of her sword, but doesn't appear to have any inclination to drawing it. She stands there, watching the woman, ready to react if need be. Kinda dull, but she makes standing and watching and being ready to react look good, though, so it's okay.

The woman turns as Cassius addresses her, staring at him cooly. "You dare speak directly to me?" She comments, in apparent amazement, as he bows. "You should be on your knees, mortal..." She turns back to him, walking closer, her shoulders straight, her blue eyes fixed on his face. The owl twists its head to stare behind, at the others, before hooting softly.

With new fur-lined boots to guard her feet against the cold of the snow, an improvement that Etienne insisted on, Isabeau has chosen to venture out and about for a walk, this morning. Which hopefully won't prove to be as ill-fated as the last time. Having come to the park, the slender woman pauses just within, taking a moment to look over the open spaces here. Drawn about her shoulders is a thick fur-lined cloak, the outer fabric of it a stormy gray shade of wool -- another improvement from Etienne. Lifting her left hand, her fingers close at the edge of the cloak to draw it closer about herself, to ward off the cold of the morning. At least it's not windy, and she's thankful for that. The cold temperatures have brought healthy colour to her cheeks, which is a definite change from how pale she's been recently. Leaving the hood of the cloak lowered, for the time being, she starts to make her way further into the park.

Renos then addresses the strange voice in the dark. "Um...all right...just looking at stars. Do I know you?" He looks a little puzzled then gives a bit of a shrug. The voices continue to speak, but he doesn't hear them clearly. "Making sure that we don't have a planet alignment as well as a winter solstice to worry about. Or something. Its passed, or is it all redy here? I don't know..."

Cassius hmms, well great, so much for being polite...ya, she's got the temperment right too. He idly wonders if it's someone playing the part, or the actual being. Neither would surprise him hmm, giving just a brief moment of consideration to his posistion, he bows to the figure, "My Apologies."

Atticus smiles, "You know me, Robert. It's Atticus, remember?" he says. He reaches into his bag, activating a light to focus on his chest a moment and click it off. "See?" he says with a smile. "Ah, the solstice with the planet alignment would have an effect on the magical ebb and flow on the planet - the ley lines and the magical points would be more full of energy, more unstable?"

Valerie slooowly approaches Cassius and the woman, her hand never leaving that sword, and her eyes remain locked on the woman as well. Action! Excitement!

The woman shakes her head, fury crossing her features at Cassius' actions, at his staying on his feet. "Then kneels, mortal, before I smite you down!" Her raised voice carries throughout the park, and she ignores the woman approaching, the two men talking and the newcomer to the park. "Then, I may allow you to aid me." She nods firmly, lifting her chin and tightening her lips in displeasure.

Renos is about to answer the elf when the voice books all in the park. "Oh hells, what is it now?" He says, as if perturbed at being interrupted...again...He then looks around the park, but seeing little in the dark. "I wish people would keep it down. Why do they feel the need to be so noisy?" He then mutters a little more to himself as he goes back to looking into the glass.

Cassius suddenly feels very silly, looking at the rest, and he's either going to be a fool, or be dead...depending on if he's right or wrong. So he does what he thinks is the better idea, and possibly be a fool. So he nods and slides down onto his knees and bows. All right, there's that. Now to see what the woman is going to say.

Atticus smiles at Renos, "Let me check this out. I'll be back," he says as he turns, beginning to approach the woman, tilting his head slightly as he does so - getting closer and within conversational range, his hands at his sides and not at all in a threatening manner. He notes what he can about the woman, given his total nightvision.

"Get up!" Valerie barks in a harsh voice, hastening her pace. She looks visibly disgusted as she peers down at Cassius. "A man should live and DIE on his feet, as necessary!" She turns her head and looks directly at the woman, her body tense. "Go away."

A bright smile lights up the woman's face and she extends a hand to Cassius, indicating that he might rise. "Do you have a name, mortal?" She questions him, tilting her head to one side. "Do you know those who inhabit this place? I seek someone, a mortal girl..." Atticus' approach draws merely a glance but she disregards him as unimportant compared with that which she seeks. Valerie's outburst spins the woman around, and she stares at the other woman haughtily. "A man should kneel before his goddess!" She replies clearly, her voice ringing out.

Cassius looks up and glances at Valerie, waving his hands, "Costs nothing to me, and I'm actually curious" he tells her. Ya, well, now he's definetly going to be a fool if it's just some chick in a costume, but...he turns back to the woman with the owl, "I am Cassius...and this place is called Kingsdale. In what remains of the American Empire."

Atticus looks thoughtful still as he glances at Valerie, a smile there, and a nod of recognition to the woman - a dip of his head to her. "What is it that you seek in particular?" he asks politely.

"Oh...this is impossible. If I can't concentrate in this park without all the noise, I guess I will just have to go out into the city. Sheesh." He then begins to fold up the stand once more. "You'd think a park would be a peaceful, senere place, especially at midnight, but no...not this city's..." Renos snorts to himself.

"How fortunate that your follower is no man," Valerie states in a voie cold as freon or some other suitable simile. Cold as deep-frozen chicken, maybe, but it sounds considerably less dramatic. She doesn't give an inch, even though everyone are being all mellow and sensible.

"Kingsdale..." The woman repeats thoughtfully, ignoring Valerie for a moment as Cassius replies to her. The petite figure's skin is as white from the cold as her robe, even as she stands unshivering in the wind. "A mortal, I once knew her, before I took this form..." A slightly puzzled expression wrinkles her forehead for a second before she shakes it off. She glances briefly at Atticus, and then to Valerie. "He is perhaps not brave but you, you stand before a goddess and insult her follower? Curiousier and curiousier..."

Cassius leans back till he's against the bench, and since he's on his knees already...well he'll remain tehre. Looking up at Valarie, and then to Attitcus, "It's all right, ya know, seriously, I can just talk, and we can listen and..." the teenager just lets out a low breath. "Who is it you look for, that we might know who it is..." he asks the woman, mabey trying to focus her again.

Atticus tilts his head, "What goddess are you, if I can ask?" Atticus asks politely with a smile. "I can tell you mean us no danger, we will help if we can - but we need to know what it is you are looking for," he adds. ooc This scene will be slightly shorter than planned because I caught the boy's manflu off them and want to be curled up :P

After having packed up his gear, and having put it away, sort of, he then begins towards the voices. "Whats so damn important that you have to make a racket all over the park?" He says it mostly to himself, but approaches the group of them anyway. Guided mostly by the light on Atticus's chest now than any real sense of direction.

"I don't fear you," Valerie tells the woman, her voice remaining cool. Totally sensible. Or maybe she just wants to spend eternity as an insect or something. You never know. A lot of peculiar people out there.

The woman turns to Atticus, giving him that piercing look that studies every piece of him. "What are you?" She asks him, directly, bluntly. "I seek a woman, her name is lost in my past, but she makes music...once, she played for me." She shakes her head, dismissing the thought. "I am Minera." The words are spoken simply, before she turns a smile onto Valerie. "You are a warrior woman. You are interesting to me. Stay here, I would talk with you." The instructions given, she turns back to the two men. "Find me this girl that I seek." She orders them, her voice ringing clearly.

Cassius nods, "Yes, but you need to give me...you know, somthing, a name, a description..." he says, so far it's just "a woman"

Atticus smiles, "I am Atticus, I am an elf," he says with a dip of his head. "I am a seeker of knowledge and protector of the innocent - or so I like tothink," he adds. "Nice to meet you, Minera. If you know more about this woman - like her name, like Cassius here said, or her description, her history, anything like that would be helpful. There are many women that play music."

"Several thousand come to mind, at least. But...I don't find missing people. If I did, I would have found the woman that I am missing." He then sighs softly. "If she is to be found. Anyway...I will leave you all to this." He then turns and starts to walk away.

Valerie bristles in response to the woman's demand, but it's sort of a catch 22. Either she stays or she leaves, and either way it'd be a victory to the woman. "I'm not convinced you have any power," she then states, folding her arms. It means lowering her guard somewhat, but hey.

A brief flash of irritation at the men crosses her face and she stamps one foot, petulant as a spoilt teenager, disturbing the owl enough for it to flap its wings, stretching them widely. "An elf. Are there any human mortals left? She is a rude girl, but her mortal appearance changes, with her mood. She makes music with ivory keys...Go and find her now!" The third man's words gain him but a glance, before her attention turns back to Valerie. "Do you think your opinion matters, girl?" She asks, clearly amused.

Cassius nods his head, ok, that's somthing, a description, and he'll stand up and brushes his outfit, looking over at Atticus, and then at Valerie...and he begisn to back off, though, right now, at least one...woman comes to mind, he remembers from a while ago, but he leaves that thought alone. Instead he'll get back away from the woman and the other woman! Waiting to see if sparks fly...as a matter of fact when he's sure he's far enough back that he's out of mind he casts an Armor of Ithan spell upon himself, his fingers moving with a small little glide as he mummers the power word. Ya...well he's gone into "belief" stage now.

Atticus tilts his head, "She plays some sort of ... I think they call it a pi..something." Atticus says. "Very well. We will look for you here when we are done looking," he notes with a smile, his eyes sparkling with good humor. He begins to walk away as well, waiting until he's twenty or thirty feet away before he concentrates and disappears for a long second, reappearing a moment later.

There is a pause as Renos then stops, and then turns around. "Yes, I am human, and quite mortal. Why?" He then looks at her. "Want to strike me down? YOu won't be the first, and far from the last. And one day, some one might even do it." He then looks at her a moment more, maybe daring her to do it, but his eyes are somewhat blank.

"To such a self-absorbed wench? I doubt anything would matter but the fawning of her lap dogs and petty distractions would matter to....," Valerie states in Greek, but trails off when she hears Renos. She actually blinks, and takes her eyes off the woman with the birdy, smiling faintly at Renos. "My, a man. Will wonders never cease." This is spoken in American, natch.

'Minera' inclines her head at Atticus and Cassius, clearly pleased with their responses. Renos' response apparently amuses her, and she gives him a soft smile, offering it to him as if he should be honoured. "I am not known for striking down my followers, mortal." She speaks to him softly, the corners of her mouth curving. "More often, I listen to their prays for vengeance and justice, and strike down those who offend." Her smiling face turns to Valerie, as the woman speaks Greek. She merely shakes her head, ignoring the words. "That language is not mine of the choosing." She stays with American speech.

Atticus tells Cassius quietly as he walks by him, "She has no magic on her, friend. No inner magical energy, no spells on her, no magical anything. She can either hide it from me - which I've never seen before, or she's simply a mortal woman who thinks she is a god," he notes, his voice pitched low as they are some distance away.

Cassius nods his head, "ya, I did...the thought occured to me, but, you know, doens't cost me anything to play along." he says, "Despite what some may thing" he looks at Valrie and shakes his head, "I performe for a living after all anyway" he tells Atticus

Renos then looks at her now, his somewhat dead eyes reflecting in Atticus's light. "What? Oh, that...no, I just don't care any more." He then looks at the...being. "Good thing I am not your follower then, isn't it? Feel free to smite away. I don't follow any gods. And I never will, or prophets, or divine anything in any shape, fashion, or form."

Valerie pointedly ignores the woman for the moment being, letting her attention linger on Renos instead. Nice little speech there, but she finds no words of approval. Or disapproval, for that matter. She eventually gives a little shrug.

Atticus dips his head to Cassius, smiling. "I'll see if I can find anything out about female pianists," he murmurs, "If you need my help or would like any, let me know," he murmurs as he digs into his pocket, handing over a card, "I have an investigative agnecy, I may be able to assist."

'Minera' dismisses Renos with a quick wave of her hand, turning to Valerie, the other men forgotten as they scuttle to do her bidding. "Whose warrior are you, child?" The woman reaches up to the owl on her shoulder, idly petting it, and it responds willingly, turning its head against her fingertips. The interest in her face could be a scientist peering at a new specimen.

"Not yours," Valerie states in a droll tone, then dismisses the woman by turning away, and walking slowly in the opposite direction. At least, that's her intent. Might be a good time to thunderbolt her perky posterior.

It appears that Renos is talking to this weird woman dressed in Roman robes, a metal helmet, and a nice owl on her shoulder. Valerie is just now walking away from them. Atticus and Cassius are standing at a distance from the trio, chatting among themselves.

"Well, isn't it nice to be so well regarded." He just chuckles a little at that, he then turns and starts to head in the opposite direction of Valerie, and in the direction he was going once more.

Atticus tilts his head, thoughtful as he begins to head back towards the group, angling so he's near Rune and Valerie as he tugs on his old-style aviator helmet with goggles and a microphone near his mouth. "She is who she says she is, for what it is worth," he notes. "Minera - or Minerva she's called in the old texts I've seen, also called Athena. Goddess of wisdom, music, war, warriors, art, schools, commerce. I can not sense any magic on her at all - which means she is powerful enough to escape even my senses, which has not happened before. Do not anger her, but," he turns to Minerva and dips his head, "You will understand our ways are not your ways and thus, we may at times seem to offend you when we do not mean it." he adds in fluent, perfect Latin.

Rune enters the park, but not on such a lone cold night as the day or so ago. Not sure on what and where things are happening. Rune will casually walk through the park till he spots Atticus and the others. Nearing Atticus, Rune reamins silent as to he isn't sure what is going on. Did someone say God? Hmm.

'Minera' stares after Valerie for a moment before her face breaks into a broad grin and she laughs, long and loud. "A warrior woman indeed!" For a moment it looks as if she might follow or otherwise demand the girl's attention but then Atticus' words draw her attention. She gives him a look of pure ice, lifting her chin. "Your people are not mine, elf, but if you address me, do so on your knees." Haughty, but her skin is pale with the cold of the place. The words he spoke are not replied to and a flicker of something confused crosses her face.

Valerie stops. Then she turns around. She looks sorta... you know, angry. Sparkling eyes, flushing cheeks, all that. She doesn't quite run back to the woman, but she certainly walks back to her at a brisk pace. Barring a lack of thunderbolts, transformations, slung spells or other such hindrances, she'll then try to reach out and push the woman. Cassius has connected. +WATCH REPORTS: Cassius has connected. Atticus smiles and repeats in American, "Our ways are not your ways. We do not bow - not in the way that you are used to. It means no disrespect," he says as he shrugs off his heavy winter cloak, folding it in half and offering it to the woman. "You are cold. Please, wear this," he offers politely. "I cannot address you on my knees - and I mean no offense. To force us to do so will simply ruin a chance of us assisting you in what you need," he adds politely, all in American. As Valerie steps in to push the woman he'll step in between the two with the cloak offered to the woman, trying to let the push hit him instead. "You aren't helping, you know," he offers to Valerie, politely.

Rune looks up as he stops and listens to the situation at hand. The man turns his gaze to the one claiming to be a God and says in Dragonese, though the dialect is ancient, "..Athena..if this is your Aavatar for this city, then I shall ask you one question which you should be able to answer." A pause as he looks at Atticus, and then back to Athena. "..I am Rune (The name is said Demongogian)...savor of Israfel. I faught with many including those of many pantheons at the first holy battle. If you are who you say you are. Tell me who I am.."

'Minera' turns, utterly ignoring Valerie, taking the protection and deference as her due. She takes the cloak, swirling it around herself, as the owl takes to the air. It swoops up into the sky, vanishing into the dark for a moment before it returns, landing neatly on her shoulder, passing close to Valerie's head. "Very well, elf, you may remain standing." The words are spoken with a gracious smile, and an incline of her head. She spares Rune a brief glance, dismissing him, "I do not answer to elves." The words are cold.

Valerie ends up pushing Atticus instead! Well, it's a fairly hard push, but that's about it. Rather than attempting to go through Atticus, she'll make a grab for the owl instead, as it passes her by.

Atticus gets pushed hard forward and manages to avoid bumping into Minera - but just barely, getting his balance again. "You really shouldn't try to fight her," he tells Valerie over his shoulder, dipping his head to Minera. "Thank you," he adds, murmuring a few words in Elven as he drops his head, twisting his fingers slightly.

Rune remains silent now as he has spoken in part. Now he just watches what will happen.

Atticus adds a moment later, "She is not evil. I can guarantee you this. But her physical body is possessed by a power more powerful than anything I have seen before." Atticus means Minera, it seems.

'Minera' glances at Valerie as the girl gains a feather of the owl, before it lands lightly on her shoulder. "I will leave you now. I will return when you have found the mortal I wish." She turns, utterly disregarding them all, and walks away into the dark, the owl and her figure becoming ghostly in the shadows.

Valerie glares at Minera as she makes that pretty neat exit, muttering not so quietly, "Bitch." She keeps the feather, however, slipping it in one of the coat's pockets. Then she turns to walk away again.

Atticus watches the woman leave, frowning as he turns to watch Valerie with a smile. "You shouldn't push her - the power she had, she could really take you out. And the owl on her shoulder was actually probably an avatar or the goddess herself - it's one of her symbols, I read," he notes.

Rune thinks about this but remains silent. Yet as fast as he had entered the park, he turns to take his leave as well. No words need to be said at this point it seems.

"Of course she could," Valerie states matter-of-factly but without regret. While she doesn't look back while saying this, she does stop after a few steps and casts a look over her shoulder at Atticus. "Want a beer? I'm buying the first pitcher."

Atticus pauses, and seems to realize how cold he is now. "Certainly. That sounds fine, I could use some ale," he says with a smile. He pushes goggles up over his head, and approaches Valerie, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Lead on. I'm Atticus, Valandil Anwana. But Atticus works, that's what everyone calls me here."

"I am called Valerie," Valerie replies, because she totally is. "Valandil?" She considers the name for a tic. "Are you one of those techno wizards this city is full of?" She doesn't seem overly bothered by the cold at the moment, but she's probably hopped up on adrenaline anyway.

Atticus shakes his head, "I am not. Robert is - the man looking through his spyglass earlier. But I am not. I am," he considers his answer. "A seeker of knowledge. I follow a path of mysticism, of inner strength, study of magic through internalizing your own magical potential, mental abilities, studies of past events and monsters, demons, faeries and so on. I can sense evil, supernatural, beings, possession, so on."

Valerie peers critically at Atticus. "So you're a wizard?" she asks, not to be swerved from the important thing here. "There are many wizards here. I have never seen so many gathered in one place. It's a little peculiar."

"In a manner of speaking. It is a part of what I do. Not an overwhelming part, like a true full mage, but it is a part," he explains. "The city has a healthy fill of mages, that is true. The Mages Guild is very powerful and tends toattract like minded individuals," he says as he walks along.

"Many of these wizards are men," Valerie then notes, thinking it important for some eerie reason. She walks along for a few moments in silence, then suddenly asks, "Where is a good place to drink? I haven't had the funds for it, so I haven't looked into it yet."

Atticus looks thoughtful, "There's a hotel that has good drinks I think. And a bar down there way," he points out as he walks along. "I don't know about the gender situation, I haven't really thought about it to be honest," he says as he walks.

Valerie walks along with Atticus, she does, nodding a few times. And how. "She was a snooty little bitch, wasn't she?" she asks casually, apparently not eager to let it go just yet. "'Kneel before me', indeed. Stupid. Does the bar serve beer without those girly bubbles?"

Atticus looks thoughtful again, "I don't know I would call her a bitch. She was - and appears to be - a god. They don't think like you and I do. Her insisting on kneeling is as natural as you breathing. And I don't know about that, about the bubbles. The ale I was used to was from ... a world far away from here, a world I rifted from about fifty years ago," he explains.

Valerie glowers at a nearby shrubbery. "If you have to worship your god on your knees, that god isn't word following. A man should stand tall and proud," she states in a firm voice. "Not cowering like a beaten dog." She shakes her head prettily. "It's stupid. The bubbles too. Why do they add the bubbles? It's probably for all you male wizards. You'd like something like that." She doesn't sound hostile, although perhaps slightly accusing. "But I really think you should just add your own."

Atticus laughs with good humor, shaking his head, "You have a lot of distaste built up in you don't you," he asks without any real heat there. "Bowing and kneeling is not cowering - in my original lands we would bow to the prince or king if we saw them, it was respect for the position - for the man. It was not cowering," he explains. "I do not know what you mean about the bubbles, to be honest. BUt there is a tavern right down here," he adds. Tags: atticus, cassius, minera tp, renos, rune, valerie