Log Date: 12/22/96
Log Cast:
	Kevlan, Bernadette, Jilayna, Kirin, Sabia, Alpin, Evan, Dreatha
Log Intro:
	Having earlier in the day volunteered to participate in the search
for the missing Singer Shana t'Matari, Bernadette Marshall-Sharr had
to wrestle down a irrationally large fear of flying out into the Ranges
alone, even briefly. Her husband Kevlan witnessed the horribly wounded
Shana being brought in by her rescuers -- and the extent of her injuries
badly rattled the acting Deputy Guildmaster. Kevlan and Berni retreated
for a while to the office Kevlan's been occupying, trying to calm
down from the stress of the situation, but Bernadette then recalled that
she'd left her datapad in the _Harvest Gold_, and she headed back up
to the Hangar to retrieve the pad from her sled.
	But up on the Hangar floor, another furor had erupted. Tance
Vokrim, upon requesting a new sled so that he could head out into the
Ranges, had been denied one by head Sledtech Azaria, who deemed him
unfit to fly without a partner. Tance repeatedly insisted that
'Jade' had said he _could_ fly, and Aeric from the Medical staff
was called up to see if the problems surrounding the Singer needed
a medic's intervention, Bernadette first gaped at the older Singer,
amazed that the almost... rational-seeming man with short greying
dark hair was indeed Tance Vokrim, a man she was used to seeing rave and
rant; once that shock wore off, though, Bernadette promptly inserted
herself into the argument -- and got a rude response from Azaria for
her troubles, as the sledtech wasn't about to take orders from "the
woman who sleeps with the Deputy Guildmaster."
	Infuriated, Bernadette stormed off the Hangar floor, and now has
returned to her husband's office....

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Bernadette walks in from the outer office.
Bernadette has arrived.
Bernadette slams through the door, her face red with obvious anger, "Who in 
  bloody blazes do these sledtechs think they are?!" she exclaims.

Kevlan, looking rumpled and exhausted, surrounded by paperwork, looks up 
  startledly. "Honey?"

Bernadette whaps the desk with her cast and says angrily, "I don't blame Vyana 
  one stinking little bit for coming down so hard on Azaria."

Kevlan frowns, hands pausing on the sheath of hardcopy he was about to file. 
  "Darlin'.... what happened?"

"The woman has no respect for authority!" she continues. "She insulted me, she 
  refused to check a sled out to another Singer because SHE took it upon 
  herself to decide whether he was fit to fly!!"

Bernadette paces angrily and says "Last I checked, Singers outranked everyone 
  except for Maxwell...."

Kevlan rises, and moves to you. "Darlin'... what's this, now?"

Bernadette shoots an annoyed look at you, though it's not directed AT you, and 
  launches into the story, "I went up to the Hangar to get my datapad...Tance 
  is up there being denied a sled because Azaria has declared him unfit to 
  fly. I politely asked her to give him a sled, to which she refused. I asked 
  her if she'd checked his records and she said SHE decides who gets a sled 
  and who doesn't! She never checked his fardling records!!"
Bernadette continues "The woman is rude, abrasive and has totally overstepped 
  her boundaries! She insulted me, dammit!! And I couldn't do anything about 
  it thanks to this damned cast..." she glares at the thing on her arm and 
  laughs derisively...very reminiscent of the old Berni pre-dreams, "Or you 
  can bet your bottom credit I *WOULD* have done something about it..." She 
  clenches her little fist tight enough to turn her knuckles white.
Bernadette mutters angrily under her breath, "Someone needs to put that woman 
  in her place..." She says louder as she looks up at you, "And if it isn't 
  you or Maxwell, *I* will...and you can bet no one will like how I go about 
  it...."

Kevlan clasps your shoulders in his hands, watching you as you charge through 
  your story, and finally he asks, baffled, "She wouldn't give _Tance_ a sled? 
  Tance Vokrim?"

Bernadette stops pacing to turn angry brown eye up at you and nods vigorously. 
  "Can you believe it? Since when do sledtechs have the authority to declare a 
  Singer fit or unfit to fly?!"

Kevlan lets out a tired breath. "Well, she _is_ head o' th' Hangah an' Tance 
  ain't exactly a..." He pauses a moment, searching for a word that isn't too 
  insulting. "He ain't exactly an attentive pilot." He leans across the desk 
  to punch up Tance Vokrim's personnel file on his terminal, studies it for a 
  moment, then quirks an eyebrow and turns back to you. "Yeah, says heah he's 
  cleared t' fly, so you're raht, she shoulda checked."
Kevlan finally studies you, then, eyebrows going up a bit. "How'd you git in 
  on this, honey?"

"My fardling point EXACTLY!" she fumes. "The wench didn't even bother to look 
  up his records." Bernadette's face displays clear dislike and disgust for 
  the whole thing. She waves her hand airily, "Remember? I went up to get my 
  datapad..." she scowls and says in a louder, more irritated voice "Which is 
  STILL in my fardlin' sled!"

Kevlan holds up a hand, asking curiously, "Ah mean, darlin', was Tance causin' 
  any trouble?"

Bernadette looks up at you, with annoyed confusion, "Trouble?" She shakes her 
  head, "No, he was mumbling about going to get Jade or something, so I asked 
  him what the trouble was, since no one else would tell me." She scowls 
  again, resuming her pacing.

Kevlan blinks a time or two, considering. "Tance wasn't bein' ornery an' 
  makin' Azaria mad or nothin'?" The concept appears to stagger him, for he 
  murmurs, "Ah'll be danged. That's a switch...."
Kevlan turns back to the terminal, eyes crinkled in bemusment, and pages down 
  through Vokrim's file till he gets to the notes on the man's current medical 
  status.
"Says heah," Kev tells you over his shoulder, as he leans across the desk to 
  peer at the screen, "'CS Vokrim's long-term leave from cuttin' has given his 
  symbiont time to repair crystal-induced degredation in his mem'ry, improvin' 
  his rationality..."
Kevlan pauses, round-eyed, as though flabbergasted by the old Singer's name 
  and the word 'rationality' in the same sentence.

The comment about Tance being changed goes right over Bernadette's head and 
  she shakes her head, "No, he wasn't causing any trouble at all. That 
  sledtech wench is just power tripping."

"Ah'll be..." Still eying the screen, Kevlan smiles wonderingly, and adds 
  under his breath, "Well, if th' Lady sees fit t' give him his mind back..." 
  And with that, he turns back to you, brow furrowed. "You said she insulted 
  you, honey?"

Bernadette nods affirmatively, face darkening again with rage. "Indeed! I told 
  her that Maxwell would be hearing about her antics and she said something 
  about me being the woman who's sleeping with the deputy guildmaster doesn't 
  give me any authority in the hangar!" She whaps the desk again with her 
  cast, "The NERVE of her!"

Kevlan blinkblinkblinks. Then, uneasily, he draws in a slow breath. How to put 
  this? "Well.... darlin'.... she's raht."

Bernadette blinks, her head snapping as though she's been struck, then narrows 
  her eyes, "I expected more from you, Kevlan." Her face is deep crimson, but 
  her voice is low and nearly calm in pitch. "Silly of me to expect your 
  support," she adds. She crosses the room, grabs up her jacket which she'd 
  left over the arm of her chair, throws you a scathing glance and slams out 
  the door, consistent with her arrival.
Bernadette walks out to the assistant's area.
Bernadette has left.

[Amazed at Bernadette's vehement reaction, then heartsick, Kevlan staggers
 back and sits there stunned atop the desk. For several long minutes he
 can't think of what to do about this.... go after her, try to calm her
 down, or let her stew for a while? At last, with extreme reluctance, he
 decides that he knows she can't have really meant what she said -- but
 regardless, he can't easily bear to go after her, not with the ache in
 his gut that sprang up from her words. He finally opts to go look for
 Tamber, and once he does find the Sorter, the two men head off for a
 private talk; Tamber finds himself needing to assure his young Singer
 friend that perhaps this outburst of his wife's isn't as disheartening
 as it appeared... and that Kevlan did indeed do the right thing in
 maintaining that Azaria was right, since Bernadette had not in fact been
 granted any formal power from Maxwell.

 In the meantime, incensed at her husband's perceived 'betrayal',
 Bernadette storms down to the Infirmary, thinking to get the cast removed
 from her arm.... but her patience is short to say the least, and she
 storms out again before any of the on-duty Medical personnel can
 attend to her. She winds up eventually back in her and Kevlan's suite,
 and there, she huddles up on their bed, dropping at last into an uneasy
 slumber.

 An exhausted Kevlan finally makes himself leave Tamber, but not before
 the Sorter gives him kindly advice to go get some rest. Kevlan
 promises he will, but remembers before he makes it back to the lifts
 that he'd promised to verify the identities of the recruits who had
 reported to the Hangar for the last round of storm duty, so that they
 could receive appropriate danger bonuses. Deciding he might as well
 get that duty -- a small one, for once, out of all the duties he's
 been wrestling to handle lately -- done as long as he's thinking of it,
 Galahad heads up to the Recruit Lounge.]

You wander into the recruit lounge.
Recruit Lounge
This expansive room functions as entertainment area, classroom, and meeting 
  place for the Heptite Guild recruits. On one wall is an entertainment 
  complex, and along another is a row of booths. Several comfortable chairs 
  are arranged in rows across the width of the room facing the screen. In 
  addition, several tables dot the floor space.
A vivid turquoise stripe, textured in a fine hatched pattern, leads the way 
  through the doorway off to the left, heading to the accommodation wing for 
  recruits. Outside the window the scene is dark except for the faint gleam of 
  Shankill. The room is almost deserted, the only people here now are either 
  those who didn't make it to their suites before they fell asleep or the 
  occasional insomniac.
Contents:
 Kevlan, standing between the lounge and the classroom.
 Alpin, standing between the lounge and the classroom.
 Sabia, standing between the lounge and the classroom.
 Kirin, in the lounge.
 Jilayna, standing by the catering unit.
 Cards
 Online Terminal
 Training Schedule
 Recruit Information Screen
 Catering Unit
Obvious Commands ("." for list):
 .wait .classroom .lounge .catering unit
Obvious Exits:
 Hallway  Lifts  Wing

Kevlan(#1982POace)
From the tanned and lean look of him, and the way his actions seem to speak 
  of preternaturally acute senses, this tall and rangy young man can't be 
  anything but a Crystal Singer... and with his lazy, liquid drawl and 
  half-shy, half-forthright manner, he can't be any Singer but Kevlan 
  'Galahad' Sharr. Kevlan's light brown hair is cut pragmatically short in the 
  back but long in the front, with random strands often getting in his smoky 
  blue, dark-lashed eyes. He frequently fidgets restlessly, drumming his 
  fingers on any available surface, or tapping his feet.

He is clad in a short, heavy blue-grey jacket with brown trim, over a paler 
  blue worksuit, and knee-high grey-brown boots. On his hands, he's wearing a 
  pair of thin thermal gloves, of a dark blue leather.

Kirin
Kirin has auburn hair that falls to mid thigh when unbraided. It's strands 
  are fine and have a slight wave to it, adding bounce and life to it. Her 
  skin is a light golden tan, and her eyes tilt up at the corners, giving her 
  heart shaped face a feline appearance She stands 5'6" in her stocking feet, 
  and her deep lavander eyes glow with happiness. Her body is slender and yet 
  well muscled and her hands show that she has used them a lot. She wears a 
  shipsuit the color of her eyes, a deep silky lavander, and a white vest over 
  it. Her boots are white as well. She stands there with just a hint of hyness 
  that swiftly vanishes as she notices your glance. Her eyes are shaded with a 
  shimmery copper color and her lips are coloered a light pink.

Alpin
Alpin is an outgoing young man of medium build and 6' 2" in height. With 
  blonde hair and blue eyes that always twinkle. He's usually got a good joke 
  and a kind word for anyone. At the moment he's wearing a sky blue jumpsuit, 
  with supple black boots.
Alpin just returned your gaze with a smile.

Jilayna
Crystaline, blue eyes flick over you, as Jilayna notices your glance. Her 
  well-shaped, oval face, is filled with the most astonishing blue eyes, 
  dainty nose, sprinkled with freckles, and pale pink lips, neither thin nor 
  full. Her lashes demurely cover her eyes and a faint smile is almost always 
  present on her lips, making you wonder if it's real or cynical. Her face is 
  framed by shoulder-length, loose curls of chestnut hue, which have gradually 
  paled slightly, due to being in the sun a lot. Also an after effect of much 
  sun, is a glow of a smooth tan across her face, which if you had known her 
  before was a creamy white. She is about 5'6" and stands to her full height 
  in near-perfect posture.

She is attired in a pale blue jumpsuit, of the same colour as her eyes. The 
  fabric is a soft satin that is made into a hetched feeling, as if 
  perpetually wrinkled. The collar and wrist are edged in silver thread, 
  metallic, and gleaming in the light. The silver lining on the pants, is more 
  of a greyish than metallic and the soft slippers on her feet, don't look as 
  if used anywhere but in the privacy of her suite. Dangling from her ears are 
  tiny crystals, not Ballybran, but jewel crystals, probably quartz, but light 
  reflects through it and retracts a small spectrum of colours. Around her 
  neck is a thin silver chain, with a delicate silver star pendant hanging 
  from it. Her mood is ungaugable.

Her right eye seems curiously...gone. A white swath of bandage coveres that 
  and the side of her face ther. Also, small gashes over her face and arms are 
  in the process of healing.

Sabia
A pair of bright blue eyes capture your attention. They sparkle with 
  intelligence, humor, curiosity and just a touch of impatience. Her red hair 
  is twisted into a pair of french braids, although wisps always manage to 
  escape. She moves with the grace of a well trained athlete. And despite her 
  small stature, she is defintely not a child. A devious grin makes you wonder 
  just what she has been up to.

Jilayna looks at you for a moment.

Kirin looks at you for a moment.

Sabia nods politely to the entering stranger.

Alpin makes a face. "When I did four it took hours to shower myself clean."

Jilayna's eyes lift to the new arrival, not immediately recognizing him, 
  "Evening, morning..whatever.." seems to be her usual amiable greeting to 
  newcomers.

Sabia leans over and sniffs delicately. "So I am gonna guess that you didn't 
  clean many today." She grins mischeviously.

Kirin laughs, "Yeah took me a long soak in the tub to get the stink out of my 
  hide."

Shoving a hand through his disheveled hair to get his bangs out of his tired 
  eyes, a tall young man -- well, young is a relative term around here -- 
  wanders in from the outer sections of the level. Pausing when he's in view, 
  he glances around, and nods when he's noticed. "Uh, howdy," he offers. "Ah'm 
  a trifle late, but Ah, uh, come up t' talk t' th' recruits who did th' storm 
  duty...?"

Alpin chuckles and shakes his head. "Not even one."

Kirin sniffs Alpin's other side, "I do believe you are right Sabia."
Kirin raises her hand. "I did."

Alpin sips some of his beer.

Kirin blinks, "I don't think Sabia or Alpin were there at the time."

Jilayna doesn't raise a hand and makes a deferential nod to the singer, 
  "Evening...sir."

Alpin shakes his head. "No, I wasn't"

Sabia shakes her head. "No, I wasn't. "

The tired-looking fellow with the drawl smiles, coming on out into the room. 
  "S'alright," he tells Kirin, "catchin' jes' one of y'all'll do me f'r now. 
  Mr. Maxwell asked me t' come up... " Sirred by Jilayna, he blinks a bit, 
  blushes for an instant, then smiles tiltedly; as Alpin and Sabia pipe up 
  their agreement to Kirin, he nods to them, as well.

Kirin smiles and shakes her head, "I was finishing off my Evil sim test right 
  before the storm went off. Went back in after the storm and passed the dern 
  thing."
Kirin smiles, "So what did you need me for?"

Sabia pauses for a moment. "Heard that a few of the cruits got imjured."

A flash of sympathy lightens the drawler's blue eyes at Kirin's recounting. 
  "Wondah if they're's nasty as when Ah took 'em. The sims. Oh!" He shakes his 
  head as if to clear it, perhaps, and adds ruefully, "Well, Ah come up t' say 
  Mr. Maxwell was sorry he couldn't be lookin' out on y'all for th' storm -- 
  he was up on Shankill, y'see. He wants me t' git ever'body's names, though, 
  so storm pay c'n git handed out alright. 'Fraid Ah missed who all was theah 
  since Ah was he'pin' th' techs, mahse'f."

Kirin nods, "Neil injured his ribs and Suki hit her head, I think that's what 
  she said." she rubs her hip, I got a couple bruises, as well, from bumping 
  stuff."

Jilayna hmms and starts listing off recruits, "Daline?"

Kevlan listens further, nodding earnestly at the mention of injuries. "That's 
  how come you git th' extra pay, riskin' injury an' all," he ventures. Then 
  as Jilayna speaks up, he looks back over to her. "Which one's she?"

Alpin sips some of his beer and whispers to Sabia.

Kirin nods, "I remember, I was going to go and find Farris, but Inanna went 
  after him, since I wasn't Licensed at the time

Jilayna shrugs, "Just naming them myself..sir." tacking it on again..

Kevlan's mouth quirks a bit, and he blushes rather more notably at the second 
  'sir'. "Aww, heck, jes' call me Kevlan," he protests.

Sabia mutters to Alpin, "... Master,..."

Jilayna speaks softly into her wrist comm. You can just make out "C'mon up, 
  dear...Recruit..."

Kirin frowns and thinks, "Neil, Suki, me, and Leah, are all I remember. 
  Thinks got kind or hazy."

Evan walks in from the lift area.
Evan has arrived.

Sabia looks slightly surprised by another stranger, then smiles.

Alpin smiles at the newcomer.

Kirin looks at Alpin and Sabia and then back at Kevlan, "Nice to meet you, 
  I'm Kirin."

Jilayna lifts a hand to Evan and pats the seat next to her.

Evan wanders into the recruit lounge, wiping the back of one hand against his 
  forehead, then blinks slighlty as to clear his mind "Whoa...that's a heck of 
  a climb..." he murmurs, mostly to himself.

Jilayna walks over to the lounge.
Jilayna sits down on a couch in the lounge.

Kirin nods to the stranger

Alpin steps over to the lounge.
Alpin sits down on a couch in the lounge.

Kevlan whips out a sleek black datapad from a pocket of his worksuit, flicks 
  it open, and punches in a note as Kirin offers names. He smiles, then, 
  widely, and bobs his head. "Likewise," he says cheerfully. "Ain't been up 
  heah for too danged long, kinda nice t' see it. Now, uh..."

Alpin smiles. "I'm Alpin."

Kirin sits down on a couch in the lounge.

Jilayna smirks at Evan's words and again gestures to the seat next to her, 
  "Care to join me?" her eyes alighting onto the tech.

Sabia blatedly adds. "I'm Sabia."

Evan blinks again, then simply gapes at the room at large. He shakes his 
  head, again seeming to clear, then notices Jil "Uhm..yeah, sure."
Evan paces over to the lounge.
Evan sits down on a couch in the lounge.

Kevlan smiles to Alpin and Sabia, too, then taps at his datapad's side, long 
  lean fingers fidgeting in unconscious restlessness. "Theah was anothah 
  recruit on th' floor t'day..." He goes on, describing -- for anyone who 
  knows her -- Daline. His smile fades a bit, back to a more earnest and 
  straightforward expression. "Got 'er arm busted t'day. "Any o' y'all know 
  'er name?"

Sabia nods. "That was Daline. IS she okay?"

Alpin nods. "I've met her, I hope she's all right."

Kirin smiles, and shakes her head, "Not really, met her a couple of times. Is 
  she going to be okay?"

Alpin looks at Sabia and grins. "That's twice."

Sabia laughs. "Great minds ya know."

Kirin giggles

Kevlan's face, evidently, seems prone to shift at a pico's notice from 
  emotion to emotion, palpably broadcasting each as it goes, and now he 
  settles on a cross between weary relief and embarrassment. "Hadda scrap with 
  an angry Singah," he confesses of Daline, "but near's Ah could tell she was 
  more 'r' less okay. Ah jes' hope that Singah didn't rattle 'er too hard."

Kirin blinks, "What did the Singer do?"

Sabia takes on a more serious mood as she listens. "She is the secong one. 
  Ambrose had a run in with a singer as well."

Alpin sips some of his beer and nods at Sabia.

Kevlan flicks his datapad shut and returns it to his pocket, then steps 
  towards a chair and folds his rangy frame down to sit on it. He answers on a 
  long sigh, "Weeeeell.... th' Singah was buzzin' with res, see. Got a trifle 
  ornery 'bout 'er sled not bein' cleaned up an' startin' shovin' Daline 
  around. Ah was gonna break it up, 'cept Daline knocked th' Singah ovah, and 
  purty hard."

Alpin looks surprised.

Sabia shakes her head. "Singers heal faster than recruits do. Silly of her to 
  take one on."

Alpin chuckles and shakes his head, agreeing with Sabia.

Kirin raises an eyebrow and shakes her head with a sigh.

Kevlan's eyebrows draw together, and his blue eyes turn stern. "CS Dal Rin 
  didn't have no business tryin' t' yank 'er arm off neitah," he says firmly. 
  Then he frowns more. "You said somebody else had a spat, too?"

Kirin frowns, "Ambrose had a run in with a Singer Sabia?"

Alpin looks at Sabia.

Sabia looks Kevlan square in the eye. "Yes, the singer had not right to attack 
  Daline, but she should have realized that a singer can be unpredicatable at 
  best. Ambrose and Rhianna had a run in, but that is all I really know."

Kirin finishes her dinner before it gets cold then sips her Yarran quietly. "I 
  don't know about you two, but if I make Singer, I'm putting it in my files, 
  that I'm a nice person, be nice to others, especially medics, sledtechs, and 
  recruits."

"Rhianna?" Kevlan visibly winces, as if the thought of hearing that name in 
  connection with conflict troubles him. "Aww... freg..." He slumps forward a 
  little in his chair, again shoving a hand through his disheveled hair. 
  Finally he looks up again, and repeats, "Ambrose, y'say? Any idea" -- that 
  word comes out of him closer to 'idear' -- "what started it?"

Alpin takes a drink of his beer. "That makes sense Kirin, especially the 
  meditech and sledtech part."

[+emit by Jilayna] (softly) Want something to drink Kevlan?

Kevlan glances at Kirin, then gives a low, slurred giggle. "It ain't as hard 
  as people think f'r a Singah t' be nice, but yeah, you put it in yer 
  computah an' don't evah erase it."

Sabia thinks that she has not started to adapt yet and her memory is already 
  shot. "I think he was trying to stop her from attacking another singer. She 
  was fresh off of the ranges. He got her from behind. She still managed to 
  get him in the face with the cutter. He and she know each other from before. 
  "
Kirin nods, "I remember him telling me that. Is he going to be alright?"

Sabia looks at Alpin and smiles, "I think that you are nice by nature. 
  Although I am going to put it into my 'puter."

Kevlan murmurs, tiredly, "Ah better check on 'er..."

Kirin leans against Alpin, "You are too sweet, by nature, for your own good 
  sometimes."

Alpin smiles and pats Sabia's knee. "I just hope it lasts after we adapt."

Sabia looks at Kirin. "He was fine yesterday. They were going to have dinner 
  soon."

Alpin pats Kirin's knee as well and says "I think both of you are awfully nice 
  as well."

Kirin nods, "Good, I think Rhianna would be upset if she hurt him bad."

Dreatha walks in from the lift area.
Dreatha has arrived.

Kevlan says gravely to Kirin, "Rh'anna's awful nice. She musta been ressed up 
  somethin' fierce."

Dreatha treads into the room softly, stifling a yawn with a hand. She waves a 
  quiet greeting and settles herself on the floor.
Dreatha treads over to the lounge.
Dreatha sits down on the floor in the lounge.

Kirin smiles, "How's your hand Dreatha?"

Sabia nods. "She was, or so Ambrose told me." Sabia flashes a smile to Dreatha.

Dreatha lifts her hand and turns it slightly, "Nothing a week or two won't 
  fix, fortunately."

Kevlan rises from the chair he'd claimed, looking like a man who's troubled, 
  tired, and stressed, and trying to look like he's not. He smiles 
  half-heartedly to Sabia, and tells her, "Well, heck, even Ah git ornery if 
  you park me on a vein long 'nough." Dreatha's arrival makes him turn to see 
  who's come in, and he nods to her by way of greeting.

Sabia stretches out on the couch a bit. "I hope that I helped." She realizes 
  that she has added to his burdens.

Kirin grins, "Well, being onrey is good for the soul on rare occassions. Get's 
  rid of built up stress."

Sabia grins. "Well most of the singers I have met seem nice enough."

Dreatha returns the nod and gives Kevlan an evaluating look, not someone she 
  knows well but the stress of the last few days is evident upon him 
  nevertheless. She chuckles at the last comment, "Depends on just how ornery 
  ornery is..."

As though controlled by some dial someone's steadily turning down and up 
  again, Kevlan's smile brightens at Sabia and Kirin's words. "Ah try t' save 
  gittin' ornery jes' f'r when Ah'm singin', keeps down on th' busted bodies 
  'round heah."

Kirin giggles, "Well there are good ways of getting, ornery."

Sabia bursts out laughing. She shakes her head, "I must be tired."

"Ah gotta pay blood t' keep up in gitar strings, though..." Kevlan shakes his 
  head in mock-sorrow.

Kirin laughs, "Just have to know what kind of ornery to be at what time."

Sabia looks slightly confused. "Pay blood?"

Kevlan glances at his chrono, wrinkles his nose at what it informs him, then 
  looks up to Sabia and gives her a liquid laugh and another smile. "Ah keep 
  bustin' mah gitar strings," he explains.

A slight smile crosses Dreatha's face, soon turning into a soft laugh. "Well, 
  if I ever take to getting ornery, I think I'd like to do it privately."

Kirin snickers, "Well it's been a while since I was that ornery. Plus no one 
  to get that way with yet, 'round here."

"Well, iffin Ah git a moment t' breathe again any time soon, and iffin y'all 
  c'n stand mah caterwaulin'," Kevlan says, "Ah'll try t' come up an' git 
  ornery atcha some time soon.... raht now iffin Ah don't go fall intah bed 
  mah head's gonna bust, too..."

Sabia nods and smiles. "Rest well, Kevlan."

Kirin chuckles, "I brought my lute with me, so we'll have to play together. 
  Sleep well Kevlan."

Kevlan turns to Kirin, and tells her, "Ah'd like that, an' thankee f'r them 
  names, ma'am"; to Sabia, he grins and offers thanks, and to everyone else, a 
  nod that makes his long forelock bobble over the bridge of his nose. With 
  that, the man who's identified himself only as Kevlan waves, and ambles off 
  towards the lifts.

[End log.]