Log Date:
	3/14, 3/18/99

Log Cast:
	Jairen, Shenner, Ariani (NPC), Athena, Cutor Marad, Devyn

Log Intro:
	Ever since she first saw him slice a thug's blaster in half with
a sword, and ever since she heard him work a musical wonder with her own
guitar, Shenner has been rather impressed by the mysterious individual
called Jairen Windchaser. But in the midst of studies, her boss once more
becoming President of Caspar, being sought by the Imperial ambassador to
perform at a ball, her various encounters with the only slightly less
perplexing Aidon Semmes, and as of late the disturbing presence of an
Imperial fleet in orbit, Shen hasn't exactly had time to get further 
acquainted with the elusive swordsman. Indeed, she's been more reminded of
him by the mere fact that the aforementioned thug and said thug's partner
in crime have been hassling her for information on Jairen's whereabouts
rather than any real encounters with Jairen himself.
	Shen has, in fact, not even had time to tell Jairen that it is 
because of _him_ that she was inspired to take a fencing class at the
University of Caspar in the first place. She's only barely had time to relay
to him the news of Wil and Tegger being out to find him, and this only due
to a chance encounter she'd had with him before.
	This hasn't in the slightest, however, diminished her curiosity about
the swordsman and his penchant for cryptic hints...

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You enter the Sandbar.
The Sandbar
        A large circular room creates the main part of Caspar's infamous 
  SandBar. Dark wood paneled walls adorned with all sorts of paraphanalia set 
  the relaxed athmosphere of the bar. Photographs and holovids are pinned 
  randomly around, seemingly with no order at all. Posters from years past 
  hang proudly, displaying obscure bits of Plaxton's recent history. Several 
  windows made from a deep blue glass allow light in from outside, while still 
  keeping the appearance of the bar rather dark. Along one curved wall a 
  marble bar stands proudly, where Ariani busies herself making drinks and 
  cleaning occational spots of the bar. There is an abundant amount of seating 
  in here. You notice quite a few booths and tables, as well as a loft which 
  protrudes out over the bar. A popular local band plays smooth jazz in the 
  background. 
----For help with tables, type "PLACE HELP"
----For help with drinks, type "BAR HELP"
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Jairen
=> Ariani
=> Emma
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <OUT> leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City.

Jairen sits in his usual spot at the end of the bar, sipping his usual wine, 
  and talking (as usual) with Ariani about the usual subjects. (Your guess is 
  as good as mine.)

Many people step outside of public establishments to imbibe of their favorite 
  substances for smoking. But this is a bar, and people smoke and drink any 
  number of things within the Sandbar; thus, as far as breaks go for a 
  particular redheaded bard, stepping outside means getting a breath of fresh 
  night air. Shenner slips back inside after getting much needed fresh air 
  into her lungs, clearing her head and heart and bracing her for another hour 
  or so of making music before she has to go home and sleep, before rising to 
  study on the morrow.

Jairen doesn't seem to notice Shenner's reentrance. Not any more than she 
  noticed him walking in while she was out.

"Ariani," Shenner calls, aiming herself for the bar and waving at her to catch 
  the older woman's attention, "gimme somethin' to gimme a kick in the seat, 
  will ya? I'm gettin' fuzzy around the edges."

It takes the bartender a bit to get to the young musician, since she's in the 
  midst of firing off a couple of foaming, fluorescent pink beverages to a 
  small befurred alien peeking over the bartope. Only when the creature 
  scurries off back to its table, moving at a rate that suggests it's afraid 
  it's going to have a bomb dropped on its head at any moment, does Ariani 
  turn and survey the redheaded guitar player musingly."You need to get some 
  sleep soon, prob'ly, kiddo. You got class tomorrow."

Jairen glances up from his conversation with Ari at the sound of Shenner's 
  voice. He smiles pleasantly to her and nods slightly. "Good evening, young 
  one."

Ariani turns to fetch up a cup of coffee for the musician, while Shenner lifts 
  her green regard to take in Jairen's nearby figure at the bar. For a moment, 
  there's a flicker of relief in the young woman's eyes; this, then, is 
  another friend accounted for, someone whose presence hasn't yet been 
  comprised by the continuing Imperial threat overhead. But Shenner's voice is 
  firm and casual as she slings her weary body onto a stool by the swordsman, 
  saying, "Evenin'. And yeah, 'Ani, I know, I know" -- this, clearly, to the 
  bartender -- "but I can sleep through my first class if I gotta. Just gimme 
  that coffee and you'll keep me conscious enough to get home tonight."

There are reasons that Jairen does not fear the Imperial military, though few 
  and far between are those that are privlaged enough to know them. "What 
  classes do you study on the morrow, young one?"

Coffee... blessed, blessed coffee. As Ariani does indeed provide her with a 
  steaming mug, Shen curls her slender hands around it and uplifts it to her 
  face, breathing in the scent of it gratefully. "Biology and Calculus and 
  Musical Theory in the morning," she replies huskily. "Fencing in the 
  afternoon."

Jairen nods approvingly as Shenner lists off the names of the classes she is 
  enrolled in until she gets to Fencing. Here, he snorts rather 
  uncharacteristicly. "Bah... Fencing... play acting."

Shenner peers wearily at the swordsman, dark red eyebrows knitting together 
  over her green eyes, her expression a bit stung. "Well, if you have a better 
  idea about how a girl can learn how to use a sword," she grouses, "I'm open 
  to suggestions, 'cause it's eatin' a chunk out of my tuition, pal!"

Jairen shakes his head. "Simply remember when you are in your class, that 
  Fencing and Sword Fighting are two completely different things. Fencing is a 
  sport with rules and regluations. Swordsmanship in battle has only the rules 
  that you take with you."

And that wasn't a karkin' bit useful. "If I have to get into a fight," she 
  retorts gruffly, "it's gonna be my blaster I reach for first anyway. But 
  they ain't got no class for honest-to-gods swordfighting at the U, so I 
  gotta take what I can get." And with that, Shenner starts gulping down her 
  coffee.

Jairen takes another sip of his drink. "Perhaps that should be remedied...."

To this, Shenner snorts. "They put out a pretty pile of credits to get in the 
  fencing instructor -- there ain't too many teachers running around to teach 
  archaic weaponry, at least not on any of the worlds I been to yet. Doubt 
  they're gonna bring in another one when they can barely get students for the 
  one they've got." As the coffee hits her system, Shenner begins to 
  straighten up a bit, like a russet-tinged flower recovering from a wilt.

Jairen takes yet another sip of his wine. Does that cup ever actually run out? 
  "Perhaps I should meet this instructor sometime. View his teachings and 
  observe his skills..." he doesn't seem to be fully talking to Shenner, 
  although he's addressing her.

"Her," Shenner says dryly, glancing sidelong at the fair-haired swordsman. "My 
  teacher's a woman."

Jairen shrugs slightly. "I stand corrected... her. It makes little difference, 
  truely."

Shenner cracks a lopsided smile. "Eh well. If you want, I can tell her you 
  might come by. She's one of the teachers still checkin' in at the U even 
  though our friends upstairs" -- and the lopsided smile turns into a smirk -- 
  "are still up there."

Jairen glances up at the ceiling. "Friends?..." catches the referenece. "Oh, 
  yes... the Imperial blockade..."

"Yeah." Shenner's smirk fades down, and she pauses to put down the rest of 
  that coffee, before waving for Ariani again and shoving the mug off to her. 
  The young woman's features turn grim, adding a few years to her overall 
  seeming. "Come to think of it," she murmurs half to herself, "I guess I 
  better be gettin' home after all."

Jairen nods slightly. "Fare you well, then."

Shenner rises, then, and pauses to consider Jairen. A bit of a smile once more 
  curls her mouth, and for a moment or two she seems even older as she says, 
  "Don't think I'll ever be swingin' a blade around the way you do, but well 
  hey. Like I said -- I'll take what I can get. Watch your back, pal. 'Ani! 
  I'm outta here. Give Rekkie a heads up and tell 'er I'll keep a candle 
  burnin', huh?"

"You got it, Shen," the bartender sings out as she zips past with a tall mug 
  of beer for another patron.

Jairen smiles fondly at the young woman. "I always do, young one..." takes a 
  drink, and speaks to himself quietly, "and some others as well..."

The redheaded musician doesn't catch that last murmur -- her ears are only 
  human, after all -- but she does flick a crooked grin at the swordsman. The 
  grin pulls her back towards youth, though it doesn't quite dispel the years 
  beginning to accumulate in her eyes. "See ya round," she says simply, and 
  with that, she heads out the way she came, out into the night.

----------
Interlude:

	Even with the Imperial fleet looming menacingly in orbit over the
planet, the University of Caspar hasn't yet stopped its classes. And Shenner,
in the midst of her fencing work, mentions to her instructor that her 'friend
Jairen' might want to come by and check out their practices. It is, however,
not a possibility that materializes, and the young musician isn't really
surprised -- after all, the mysterious swordsman seems to have a penchant for
never showing up when she is specifically looking for him.
	This only serves to whet her curiosity about him, though. And so
Shenner doesn't hesitate to indulge that curiosity the moment she gets a
chance a day or two later...

----------
Fountain Square - Plaxton City
        The huge buildings in the background threaten to take over this small 
  patch of green that is the center of Plaxton City. A stone fountain -still 
  in place from another time- sits in the center of the square. It depicts a 
  young woman looking into the sky. water flares around her and bursts into a 
  star pattern ten feet above her head. The inscription at the base of the 
  fountain is written in the aging language of a more romantic time. 
  'Farewell, for all journeyers that leave this place shall always return to 
  call it home.'
        Wandering the square throughout the day are Caspar Marines; some 
  off-duty and enjoying their downtime while on-duty commandos in full armor 
  and uniform keep watch over the area. Despite the commandos' aggresive 
  appearance, they are viewed with admiration and respect from most of the 
  citizens, some of them even joking and talking with families. The morning 
  sky above is cloudy with patches of clear spots allowing you to see the sky 
  behind them.
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Kendell
=> Athena
=> IGNews Terminal - Caspar
=> Mail Terminal: Caspar
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <SA>ndbar leads to The Sandbar.
 <S>outh leads to South Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City.
 <E>ast leads to East Blake St. - Plaxton City.
 <N>orth leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City.
 <W>est leads to West Blake St. - Plaxton City.

Time, then, for a breather. Her head full of calculus and music theory, 
  muttering about hexadecimal scales under her breath, Shen Veery jumps off 
  the public transport that's brought her here from the the university, paying 
  her fare as she goes, and setting herself towards the Sandbar. There's a 
  distracted but purposeful expression on the young musician's face, and her 
  strides are long and steady.

You enter the Sandbar.
The Sandbar
<Desc deleted>
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Ariani
=> Emma
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <OUT> leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City.

Athena enters the Sandbar.
Athena has arrived.
Athena sits on a table int he corner of the bar, sipping on her dirnk being 
  like the last days in a very good mood lately.
Athena lets her glance moves around the bar from time to time looking over the 
  edge of her drink. Seeing Shenner she smiles and watches her coming in until 
  she raises a hand and calls friendly, "Heya! Mind to join my table for a 
  drink?" she offers the young musician.

Into the bar, then, Shenner comes, seeking out Ariani with her sharp green 
  gaze, only to be hailed first by the woman at her table. The bard turns, 
  blinks, and then pauses just long enough to yell, "Yo, 'Ani, get me a 
  smoothie when you have a chance, will ya?" The bartender, in the midst of 
  handing off a couple of small drinks to a pair of businessmen who don't 
  particularly care that it's rather early in the day for alcohol, calls back 
  an acknowledgement. And Shen, in the meantime, ambles towards that table. 
  "Hiya," is her succint greeting.

Athena points to the free chair on her table and smiles friendly, "How is 
  life?" she asks softly and waves to Ariani indicating that she will pay for 
  Shenner's drink. "Well still not spoted by some talent hunters?" she grins 
  but knows very well herself that she wouldn't like this idea herself.

Ariani shrugs lightly, not bothering to point out that Shenner -still- gets 
  her drinks free at the Sandbar; if Athena O'Laurin wants to contribute to 
  the establishment's credit intake, far be it from her to argue. Far be it 
  from Shen to argue, too; she might be a good year removed from having to 
  sing on the streets, but still, old habits die hard and Shenneret Veery 
  still doesn't refuse free drinks or free food. The redheaded singer slings 
  her slender frame into a chair, while slinging her leather satchel off its 
  place hanging from her shoulder, and down onto the floor. "There's been a 
  guy who made noises about recording the band," she replies gruffly, "but he 
  ain't exactly followed up on it. Not that Rekkie's said, anyway. It ain't 
  exactly a priority with me right now."

Jairen steps into the main room from outside, his cloak billowing slightly in 
  the breeze of the door closing behind him. His hands rest on their customary 
  spot on the hilt of his sword as he looks around from the doorway.

Athena sits on a table with Shenner in the corner of the room.

The Sandbar's pretty quiet at this hour of the morning. There's a few people 
  in doing early business lunches -- the rowdier crowds don't show up until 
  nightfall, after all -- and indeed, among those visible, Athena and Shenner 
  are visible at one table. After getting a breather to make Shenner's fruit 
  smoothie, the bartender spots Jairen coming in, and calls over an affable 
  greeting. "Mornin'; what can I get ya?"

Jairen smiles at the 'tender as he moves rather regally and gracefully across 
  the floor, as usual, and orders his usual drink: A chilled wine. It might be 
  early to be really drink much for many people, but it seems the swordsman 
  drinks any time he wishes.

Athena hmms and nods slowly as she ehars the news by Shenner , using the 
  moment to look curiously at the newcomer before she turns her attention back 
  to shenner, "Well Miss you know that I would be pleased to make some 
  recordings myself from you... " "and the band of course." she quickly adds 
  not to insult here anybody but still she is only intressted in the young 
  musisian, knowing her form her street times back on Etti. She smiles, "I 
  might be in need of a singer and a band again soon.. you are still 
  interesstes to play for me?"

Ariani grins, moving off to drop Shen's smoothie at her and Athena's table, 
  and then coming back to get the swordsman his wine.

And Shenner, meanwhile, glances up and smiles a small, distracted lopsided 
  smile at the 'tender. A glance in Ariani's wake takes Shen's attention to 
  the bar and Jairen's presence; the redhead calls over, "Yo, Jairen!" At 
  last, though, she glances back to Athena, while taking up the fruit smoothie 
  and starting to drink it down. "My situation ain't exactly changed, lady," 
  she points out. "I'm still in school and I still work for Miz Laarken here 
  at the Sandbar. You want me to sing for you outside of that, well, that all 
  depends on what, when, where, and how much you wanna pay me."

Jairen smiles and bows to Ariani as he recieves his wine with a quiet, 
  "M'lady." Then turns over to see Shenner who just called to him. Smiling 
  again at the young woman, he takes his wine and moves over in that 
  direction. "Good morning, young one." he comments, then bows to Athena 
  slightly at the waist. "M'lady." His voice is very oddly accented as well as 
  melodic, almost as if he were singing and speaking at the same time.

Ariani can be seen to grin broadly at the "m'lady" and the bow. Shenner might 
  have something of an issue being m'ladied to her face, but the bartender, at 
  least, is quite willing to humor anyone who wants to lavish such courtesies 
  upon her. She inclines her auburn head graciously to Jairen as he takes his 
  drink and heads across the room, and returns to her business behind the bar.

Athena hmsm and frowns slightly as she is called M'lady, not hearing this 
  title for a while but still liking to be called this way. She nods polite to 
  the man and looks up at him, "No bowing needed!" she smiles softly.

Jairen smiles slightly. "As you wish, m'lady." he simply says. He's probably 
  pretty used to people telling him things like that. He turns back to 
  Shenner. "How fare you, young one?"

Shenner's nose crinkles a bit. 'Young one' still makes her feel like she's six 
  years old, and is only a bare improvement over 'm'lady'. "Y'know, pal, you 
  _can_ just call me 'Shen'. One syllable. Ain't difficult to pronounce. I
  answer to it all the time," she says dryly. But there's no rancor in her
  tone; if anything, the girl looks and sounds amused. And she goes on, "I'm
  okay. You?"

Athena leans back in her chair, trying to get slightly out of the conversation 
  betwenn the man and the younger woman as she sips slowly on her drink. She 
  makes her quiet thoughts about the man before her table.

Jairen smiles slightly, as if he enjoys doing such things to Shenner. "I fair 
  quite well, though I have noticed that in the last few days I seem to have 
  picked up some shadows."

Athena hmms and frowns by the mention of a shadow looking at once around in 
  the bar to wonder whether she is able to spot this shadow as she rmains 
  quiet.

On the one hand, a redheaded bard; on the other, a fruit smoothie, rich and 
  creamy and smelling of strawberries, oranges, and bananas. It's a pitched 
  battle, but so far, Shen's winning as she puts more and more out of that 
  smoothie out of its fruity misery. Over the top of the glass, though, the 
  young woman's dark red eyebrows go up. "That a fact? Do I know these 
  shadows?"

Jairen glances at Athena, picking up on her search. "Oh, they wouldn't come in 
  here, m'lady. Not openly." Looks back at Shenner. "I think they probably 
  shadowed you for a while as well. You know them."

"Well," pronounces Shenner gruffly, "they didn't pick up your trail from me, 
  pal. Hells, I don't have clue one where you usually spend your time anyway."

Athena sits with Shenner on a table in the corner of the room, Jairen standing 
  before it.

Cutor_Marad enters the Sandbar.
Cutor_Marad has arrived.

Athena hmms and looks over curiously at Shenner, why anybody should be 
  interested in folowing the young musician. She shriugs and continues to sip 
  on her drink.

Cutor_Marad steps into the room, attentions focused on the datapad which he's 
  holding. He gives a glance up and then back down before heading to the 
  direction of the bar.
Cutor_Marad looks at you for a moment.

Jairen shrugs lightly, something that looks rather out of place for him to do. 
  "The only reason they shadowed you, Shenner, was to see if you would lead 
  them to me. you didn't do so, so they stopped. You were complaining about 
  them earlier to me."

Ariani's on duty behind the bar, and accordingly greets the newest customer 
  with her usual "What can I get ya?"

In the meantime, Shenner rolls one slender shoulder in a shrug. "Oh, I know 
  that," she tells Jairen, just a touch dryly again; she does, after all, 
  remember telling the swordsman that very information. "I'm just surprised 
  Wil and Tegger can find their own feet, much less trail you."

Jairen takes a sip of his wine, finally. "I never said I was attempting to 
  make it difficult.

Athena hms and plays quietly with the glass in her hands as she doesn't even 
  try to hide that she follows the conversation on her table.

Jairen places the glass on the table. "But, I am rude, which stains my honor." 
  Turns to Athena and bows much more regally and deeper from the waist, making 
  a slight sweeping motion with his arms. "I am called Jairen Windchaser, 
  m'lady. May I have the honor of you name?"

Cutor_Marad sits at the bar, his attention staying focused on the object in 
  his hand. He seems oblivious to anything around him as he works. He then 
  suddenly gives the pad a very loud wack on the side, "Stop that..."

To _this_, Shenner abruptly grins broadly, leaning back in her chair and 
  surveying the swordsman with obvious approval. She just barely manages to 
  stifle a snicker and an unkind comment about the pair of miscreants in 
  question, and if she's at all bothered by the thought that Athena has heard 
  every word she's exchanged with Jairen, she gives no sign of it. The redhead 
  cheerfully downs the rest of her smoothie as the swordsman turns to make his 
  introduction.

Cutor_Marad sits down at the bar.

Perhaps Athena means to respond to the genteel introduction, but before she 
  can, a discreet beeping from her personal commlink seizes her attention. She 
  has just enough time to proffer the name "Athena O'Laurin" before she must 
  excuse herself, rising from her seat and hastening off to answer the private 
  call.

Shenner glances after the woman, and mutters aloud, "Now _that_ is why I don't 
  wanna hafta carry a commlink around."

Jairen shrugs lightly as the woman gets up and leaves, pulling out her seat 
  and sitting down in it. "Such is the responibility of being at another's 
  beck and call."

The redheaded musician snorts. "Oh, I dunno. I got a boss here and professors 
  breathin' down my neck during the day to fill in the gaps, but ain't nobody 
  made me carry a beeper yet." Shenner is aware of her grammatical lapses, but 
  today, she doesn't care, and she cheerfully lets her words come out however 
  comes to mind, just as cheerfully as she slouches in her chair. As the 
  swordsman sits down across from her, she surveys him with a glint in those 
  green eyes of hers, and she appends, "So. Doin' anything interesting aside 
  from giving Wil and Tegger the gun to shoot themselves with?"

The contrast is almost classic. Shen there with her slouched position and 
  slanted grammer and the swordsman with his back straight and carefully 
  chosen words. "Nothing really. It is enough of an effort to delude the two 
  ruffians into thinking they are clever."

"I can see how this can tax one's faculties," Shen drawls. Ooh, 'tax one's 
  faculties' -- three-credit phrase! The girl clearly has a vocabulary, when 
  she chooses to employ it. But at any rate, her brows arch in what can only 
  be curiosity. "Do you do anything interestin' in general aside from comin' 
  in here every so often to buy wine from Ariani?" she asks in forthright, 
  undisguised interest. No approach like the direct approach.

Jairen hmmms, and seems to consider this question, taking a sip of his drink. 
  "Train, study... there is not much else to do at the moment, truely."

Ah, but Shenner isn't put off quite that easily. "Training's fairly obvious," 
  she remarks, looking the fair-haired man before her up and down, or at least 
  what all she can see of him when he's seated. "Can't go around slicin' 
  people's blasters in half without heavy practice, I bet. What do you study?"

Jairen motions around him. "Caspar..."

"Broad topic," the musician rejoins.

Jairen says, "The people, the history, the place... Caspar."

Shenner puts forth another broad grin, a rare expression for her. "All you do 
  is train and study, huh? So are you independently wealthy, or do you not 
  have a problem with havin' to eat?" she asks lightly. Amusement animates her 
  features, but her gaze retains that sharp, intense curiosity. It's a simple 
  conversation to be sure, but it's a distraction from the class she has to 
  get to in a couple more hours, not to mention a host of other things that 
  typically plague young bardic brains. So she seizes the distraction, and 
  runs with it.

Jairen shrugs. "I am not independently wealthy, though I have more money than 
  one might think I have. Perhaps not. However, if I get too hungry, I hunt 
  for the small animals in the glade."

Okay, _now_ Shenner has been taken a little aback. This child of city streets, 
  this haunter of corners and urban alleyways of three different worlds, for a 
  moment can't exactly make sense of what she's just been told. Her expression 
  dims down a bit before she deliberately catches herself, and huhs, shifting 
  the angle of her slouch in her seat. That's about all she manages to say, 
  too: "Huh..." And then she shakes her head, marvellingly. "Well, I hope you 
  got better luck with it than I used to, foragin' for food."

Jairen smiles and shakes his head. "No, no... I do not forage, I hunt. There 
  is a difference, really. Mostly in where you look and what you are looking 
  for."

"Well, I _do_ know that much," Shenner allows gruffly, never entirely 
  comfortable with admitting ignorance of anything, and even now she doesn't 
  let it stop her long. "Never had to kill anything for food before though."

Jairen smiles slightly. "Granted, I am not the best of my people at it myself. 
  I still have to come out to get some supplies every so often. A Ranger, the 
  hunter caste of my people, would be able to stay in the glade and never be 
  seen for weeks on end."

Shenner again lets out a soft "huh", sounding impressed. And her features 
  crinkle in a small grimace. "I do well to keep from trippin' over my feet 
  away from anywhere civilized," she grouses.

Jairen frown ever so slightly at that phrase. "Civilized is a relative term. 
  There are those that would consider an undesturbed forest civilized and a 
  urban city the wilds."

Not particularly daunted by this, Shenner shrugs a little again, this time 
  with both shoulders. "Yeah, I don't doubt it." One corner of her mouth curls 
  up in a faint sarcastic smile. "Been in a jungle once, though, and that'll 
  probably do me for the next twenty or thirty years for" -- and she pauses 
  for a moment, looking for a word before settling upon one -- "non-urban 
  territory."

Jairen smiles as the young girl before him catches herself and comes up with a 
  'PC' term for the city. "For some, that's all that is required..."

Shenner can be seen to smirk a bit. For lack of anything better to do with her 
  hands, she lifts one up to her neck, fingers reflexively reaching for the 
  cord and the silver chain tucked under her shirt. Unthinkingly, she fidgets 
  with them both for a moment before coming up with the chain and the 
  brass-and-silver pendant upon it, running it back and forth between her 
  fingers. Her gaze, though it's gone a little distant, is still on Jairen. 
  "Yeah, well. I like trees and the ocean okay, I just gotta take my nature in 
  small doses."

Devyn walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Devyn has left.

Jairen stands, finishing off his drink. "Well, young one, if you will excuse 
  me, there are a few more errends I need to run before disappearing for 
  another week or two." Smiles.

Startled, Shenner gives a little jerk of her head as Jairen abruptly rises. 
  For a moment, disappointment flares across her expression, but it's gone as 
  quickly as it comes, as the bard catches herself. "Oh. Well, sure," she 
  says, voice going gruff again. And she waves the hand not fidgeting with the 
  necklace at the door. "Whatever. See ya round."

Jairen smiles again, bowing deeply at the waist as he does ever so often. "I 
  shall be sure to say hello to Wil and Tegger for you when I see them next."

The redheaded singer smirks, though her gaze turns veiled now, the curiosity 
  and interest vanishing behind them, shielded now by casual indifference. 
  "Sure," she says again, still gruffly. She doesn't quite look at Jairen as 
  he bows, and with a slight sharp movement she shoves the necklace under her 
  shirt once more. "Have fun. I gotta get back to class, anyway." To her own 
  feet she rises, scooping up her leather satchel off the floor and slinging 
  its strap over her left shoulder.

[End log.]