Apeeling to Reason (TS 2:42am Jan 15)

[Ivanna]

*A rusty red scaled fae with long wavy brown hair pops into existence, dressed in a long sealskin coat, a reddish furred cap and sealskin boots. She wears fingerless gloves that appear to have webbing between the fingers. She starts to wander around, peeking into corners and pulling lids off pots and buckets. The tips of her rusty red fingers glow slightly.*

[Carrion]

Wandering past with a mug of tea in hand, Carrion takes notice of the curious fae's sudden presence, and pauses to stare. He then hurries over to her, calling out as he approaches.

"Hello! Good evening."

[Ivanna]

*she turns smoothly, her body moving gracefully, though her face shows a touch of surprise as her arm jerks slightly as she turns. She catches it and resumes the slow process of turning to Carrion.*

"Oh. Hello. You're not it."

*she looks around Carrion, and possibly through him, clearly searching.*

[Brondulf Elricson]

*Brondulf observes the fae from the entance to the tavern with ale in hand. He finishes the drink before speaking8

Hail stranger, what gods compel you to go around searching empty pots at this hour?

[Ivanna]

*She looks appraisingly at the Einhar, unabashedly looking him up and down a few times, nodding with an odd curl of her lip.*

"Not gods. Eels. Eels compel me. We are looking for our eels."

*she gestures at a pot*

"Kept in this would keep them alive. We have hope they did not die, and so, pots. Not empty would be better if you know where full ones are?"

[Velvet]

-Velvet walks up to the Fae- "Hello~ Are you looking for someone? or something?"

[Brondulf Elricson]

"Eels you say? Well I can't claim to know where you would find pots full of them, or why one would just leave them laying about."

*The Einher looks at his empty horn, then at the fae*

"Why not come back when the sun is high, see if some mariner has any frozen fish to sell you?"

[Carrion]

“What happened to your eels?” He asks lightly. “Perhaps I can be of service. I know a great many things.”

[Granyte the Ogre]

-An elderly Wolven walks past with a large spear in hand. He looks to the fae and the others and sniffs- Spirits say if you are looking for eels, either the docks or tavern might be your best bet. Docks for fresh ones, tavern for lunch.

[Bastus]

Bast approaches the scene, a pack over his shoulder with a black handle protruding from it, "Carrion there you are I..." noticing the robed Fae,  "greetings" looking back and forth, "am i intruding here?" (light Fae mark active)