RP:Invitations Given and Accepted

Frostmaw Tavern

Svilfon has returned once more to Frostmaw, having taken a quick journey to Vailkrin to meet with the Undead Lord, Redhale. But that business was done, and he had wounds which required some rest... or rather, he's lazy and wanted to sit about in a tavern eating and drinking. So that is what he does; in front of the fire, rather close to where the firewyrm Aodhan lives, he sits upon a table, lazily eating a boar's leg while drinking some ale, seeming rather content – his robes are once more repaired (Satoshi ensured they were enhanced to do so), and as always his hat sits proudly upon his head.

Jerica was back in Frostmaw because she wanted to be this time. She also had to speak with the Ice Queen but a stop at the Inn was in order simply because it was freezing even in the middle of the warmer months. Wrapped in fur cloak and having dug out her winter gear, Jerica pushed open the door and smiled a greeting at Drargon when he looked her way. Removing the frosted outter garments, the assassin looked towards the fireplace, thinking getting warm would be the first order of business before securing a room and something to eat. Imagine the delight and surprise the woman felt upon seeing Svilfon so casually sitting on a table, rather than a chair, and eating. "Well. Hello again, Sir Wizard," Jerica greeted when she was close enough to feal the touch of the firewyrm's heat.

Svilfon offers Jerica a crooked grin that's only partially hidden beneath the magnificent beard he grew after... things happened in Vailkrin a few weeks ago that he'd rather not think about. But the grin remains jovial, even if the gaps in his teeth are not so visible. “You look like you need Aodhan's warmth more than I do, lady. Come, sit.” The wizard stands and offers her his position which is about as close to the fire as you can be without becoming part of it. “What brings you to Frostmaw?” He grins again at that, before tipping his hat to the woman.

Jerica grinned at Svilfon and shook her head, taking a seat a little further from the fire but not by much. "Thank you but my skin, I think, is a little more sensitive to temperature than yours is. I'm here to talk to Satoshi, actually. Would she happen to be in residence?" Jerica shook her head at a serving girl who comes by to offer a drink or something to eat. At the moment all she wanted to do was soak in the heat and relax.

Svilfon shakes his head in response to Jerica's question, and after a brief pause in which he takes a sip of his drink before placing it back on the table, he speaks. “She is out hunting with her husband elsewhere. For all intents and purposes, I am in charge of both Frostmaw and The Eyrie, though the silver knight, Hildegarde, is also in charge. We ensure nothing goes awry during Satoshi's absence.” The wizard tips his hat. “If I can aid you, I will. What is it you wished to speak about... and worry not,” Svilfon waves his hand in a broad, ambiguous gesture towards the rest of the tavern, “It does not matter if others hear you here... but, if you require it, we can travel elsewhere.”

Jerica was quite charmed by the wizard. He may not be the most handsome man in the world; he was quite homely in fact. But, she was still charmed. Besides, ugly is sometimes good in the circus and Jerica could see Svilfon fitting right in. "Ah, that's too bad. I came with an invitation. There's to be a wedding. I don't know when but I wanted to at least let her know. And you, of course. You and Satoshi are both invited." For a second Jerica glanced away, hoping that the omission of one person wouldn't be noted.

Svilfon offers the assassin a quiet smile, and whether or not he notices anything is kept off his face. He merely grins for a moment before speaking. “I can take an invitation for her and place it within the library. She will get it when she returns. As for myself, I will be happy to go... who are you marrying?” The wizard assumes the invitation is for the woman's own wedding. “As long as I have some time to get there, I will gladly come. Need to stretch out Trebel's wings, after all.” The wizard smiles fondly at that – he does adore the company of the angha.

Jerica brought her eyes back to Svilfon, "When I have a date and time then I'll gladly send one. I'm getting married to Eboric. " Jerica blushed, highlighting the freckles on her face. "You're the first I told. And it will be held at the Castle in Venturil of course. I think that's far enough to stretch anyone's wings." Jerica's grin broadened, "I kinda miss flying. Although, I don't think a trapeze is the same as what you do."

Svilfon laughs with genuine good humour as Jerica speaks, the sound free of any sort of malice or mockery. “Ah, queen Jerica, then? Perhaps I should be tipping my hat more often.” He follows those words, of course, with a tip of his hat. “I will surely be there. I owe your soon-to-be-husband a battle, but I'll save that for after the wedding.” The wizard grins again. “And if you wish to return to Venturil now, I can arrange to have you flown there. We have wyverns who can use the exercise, as well as other pets within the Eyrie. I will fly with you, if you like, and bring them home after. But of course, feel free to remain in Frostmaw for as long as you like.”

Jerica wrinkles her nose. She hadn't thought of the title actually being hers. It would be something to get used to. "Please, don't treat me any differently than you are now," she reached out, leaning forward, to stop the tipping of Svilfon's hat. "I would very much appreciate any bloodshed be done after the vows at least. Perhaps after the feast if possible." Her brown eyes lit up with good humor.

Svilfon laughs at the woman's words, “Lady, I spend a fair portion of my time battling against Satoshi, and she is a queen. Once I advised Jacklin and Parsithius. I fought against the lord of Trist'Oth. I have battled your soon to be husband both before and after he became a king. I've battled Kasyr, who rules Vailkrin. I battled Leoxander in Rynvale.” The wizard draws a quick breath, before grinning. “I don't care much for titles, despite the ones I use myself, of course. You can be queen of Venturil or simply Jerica. It matters nothing to me.” He tips his hat, regardless of whether or not she tried to stop him. “And yes, of course... have your honeymoon, make him lazy, then I will come to Venturil and wake him up once more. All... after all... for a title... perhaps I care more than I think.” He grins again at that.

Jerica laughs, leaning back in her chair and this time when the serving girl came over, she ordered something hot and non-alcoholic to drink. She felt bad, not having answered on the prospect of flying but now she thought about it; it sounded like more fun than the Trapeze. "Oh, Svilfon, just so you know, I would love to fly with you one day."

Svilfon nods his head, “Any time you wish. I have my own mounts to keep fresh, but I ensure my clansmens' mounts also remain strong. If you ever leave me a message within the Mage's Guild in Xalious, I will get it very quickly. I can always fly you up here, if you don't want to hike the frozen paths, or fly you home.” He grins. “I would offer merely to teleport you home, but after a recent battle... well... I've not really teleported since. It'll come back to me, but for now it's more mundane measures to reach places.” The wizard sighs at this.

Jerica doesn't have magic herself and so cannot really empathize with the loss of such power. "I will take you up on it some day. Maybe sooner than you think. I don't mind the hike but sometimes the length of it can get wearisome." As if to punctuate her words, Jerica is overcome by a jaw-popping yawn, through which she offers an, "excuse me" then, "See what I mean?" Sipping the hot chocolate brought back, Jerica pondered a moment. "I've never done anything but walk or ride places. I wonder what it would be like to be able to teleport anywhere I wanted to go." Would she try to find her family? Probably not. After ten years, finding them wouldn't mean much. "Thank you for the offer though. Of both a ride and teleporting."

Svilfon grins at Jerica just briefly, before nodding his head. "You should rest here, lady. I too find it tiring coming and going, and I'm always riding a mount of the Eyrie. Wizards are not made for walkin', that's for sure." He nods once more, vehemently this time. "But, I get by... and yes..." For a moment he grows silent, before shrugging more to himself than to the assassin. "Sometimes it makes it difficult when you can go anywhere... or, almost anywhere. It removes the excuse of having to travel, but it's not always so easy." He shrugs again. "It's nothing amazing, I assure you."

Jerica nodded in return, "I think I will. Just for the night, and tomorrow take you up on the offer of a ride." Jerica watched Svilfon, paying special attention to the nuances of expression and the minute changes that the face and body makes unknowingly. She could usually read others quite easily; but not the wizard. "I wouldn't say it's not amazing. To someone without that kind of gift it's quite amazing, and wondrous."

Svilfon makes no indication he realizes the woman is regarding him rather carefully. He merely reaches out to take a final sip of his drink, before moving around the table to stand at Jerica's other side. "I will let you rest, then. Tomorrow I will be here early to fly you home." He grins. "And the truth is, lady Jerica, soon to be queen, that the price of something wonderful is often not known by those who call it such, and those who know the cost no longer believe it's quite so wonderful." For a final time he tips his hat. "Rest well, lady. I'll see you tomorrow."

Jerica murmured to Svilfon, "Goodnight, Wizard." She was thinking about what he had said. She could apply that to the circus. Many had thought what she did on the trapeze was wondrous an amazing while she knew the hard, painful work that went into every show. All the falls into nets that wouldn't be there at showtime; all the sprained ankles and pulled muscles she smiled through while the crowd below cheered. She sipped her hot chocolate again before setting it on the table and getting up. Drargon handed the woman a key in passing, to the same room she had occupied before.

Svilfon smiles at Jerica from across the tavern as he heads towards the door, before he exits the building and enters the cold air of Frostmaw's night. Despite being used to the temperature, he doesn't quite enjoy it, so quickly he is off, wandering through the village to make his way back to his home. There to rest before his coming journey.