Mists Over the Musarde, Interlude 1

[ewancummins]

It has been two weeks since the rescue of Evangeline Sancerre and the death of the criminal Malreux. Our heroes' legal troubles have vanished thanks to the intervention of their patron, Denys Sancerre. The Summer Ball was a great success, and the rescuers were introduced to a number of prominent citzens. Benn was even lucky enough to have a few turns on the dance floor with the beautiful [and very influential] Lady Jacqueline Renier. Tonight, the party has gathered at the Sancerre home for a dinner with friends.

[Lord Skybolt]

Hey Ewan you can intro me at any time, after you get me a Raven Name like we decussed on the phone.

[ewancummins]

Hey Ewan you can intro me at any time, after you get me a Raven Name like we decussed on the phone.

[OOC Use Alain- it's a fairly common name in this country, easy to pronounce, etc. Check your PM- I sent you all info. ]

[ewancummins]

In the dining room servants have finished setting the table, lighting candles, and otherwise preparing for tonight's dinner. Candles glow on the broad oak table, and tall-backed chairs are neatly arranged for the coming guests.

At the moment, Denys Sancerre is in his study, attending to some last minute letter writing. His daughter, Evangeline [a lovely girl of maybe 19 or 20 years, with red hair and a fair complexion] is playing the harpsichord in the parlor adjacent to the dining room. Her playing is quite good.

Servants will escort any guests to the dining room as they arrive.

[Lord Skybolt]

Alain has come to the party as requested in his newly tailored suit for the occassion.

[ewancummins]

Evangeline Sancerre leaves off her playing and comes to greet the first guest to arrive.

The young lady executes a nice curtsey twoards Alain and says,

''Welcome to my father's house, monsieur.''

She is wearing a low necked blue silk gown with an amber pendant on a silver chain about her neck. It all looks very good on her, but she is the sort of woman who'd look stunning even in very plain attire.

[Lord Skybolt]

Alain says: Good evening my dear, but you look absolutly stunning this night. Oh, and don't let me take you away from your playing.

[ewancummins]

''Ah, that's very kind of you, monsieur. Shall I play something for you? Perhaps Jacobi's Fourth Sonata? Or would you prefer something else?''

She moves into the parlor and sits at the harpsichord

A serving man brings a chair for Alain, should he like to sit near Miss Sancerre. The servant inquires ''Wine, m'sieur?''

[Lord Skybolt]

" Yes wine, would be refreshing . Anything you play would be lovely to my ears I'm sure . " Alain takes a seat close to listen to the lovely young women.

[ewancummins]

The servant soon returns with a glass of white wine. It's a good vintage, light and crisp.


Evangeline begins to play a selection from the sonata. The music is relaxing, pleasant, and complex for a solo piece.

She turns to Alain and says,

''I can listen and play the same time, but I'm not good enough to talk much myself, whilst playing. Perhaps you will entertain me with a story of your home country, monsieur? My father says you have come to our city from very far away.''

[Adam]

Bennedict steps up to the doorway to Sancerre house, brushing idly at a spot of dust on his jacket. His thoughts, as per usual, are elsewhere on some academic matter. However, he imagines that Scarlet will most likely be attending the dinner tonight, so he intends to do what he can to look his best, ignoring that his clothes are entirely out of fashion with the current trends. Harrumphing at last at his own vanity, he reaches up and rings the bell.

[ewancummins]

One of the servants, an older man Benn has seen before, opens the door and ushers him in.

''Please m'sieur, this way. Mademoiselle Sancerre is in the parlor with one of the guests. I am certain she will be pleased to see you, m'sieur.''

[steveflam]

Norzak arrives as well... right after Benn. Unceremoniously spitting in his hands he makes an effort to wash his face and neck. Once the door opens he says "Awright, bub. I'm here for tha ale 'n' grub 'n' they's expectin' me." Without waiting to be led, he passes the butler/maid and jeads right for wherever the others are. Once there hee greets everyone and catching the attention of a servant, asks[or orders heh] "Gimme an ale, an keep 'em coming!"

[Adam]

"Very good," Bennedict replies, following the servant into the house, looking around once again at the always impressive decor of the Sancerre house. He can hear music drifting through the rooms, which he immediately recognizes as Jacobi's Fourth. A little flat, I think. I imagine that would be Miss Evie he muses. I wonder how she's getting along without her darling Cirdan to occupy her every thought.

He enters the parlour, smiling warmly at Evie before turning to the stranger sitting in a different part of the room. "Ah, good evening. I do not believe we've been introduced. I am Bennedict Gehrman, an antiquities broker. Herr Sancerre is one of my clients."

[Brock Marsh Runoff]

Dorgio finally arrives at the Sancerre residence, wondering idly if he is the last to arrive. He’d never been the best at keeping appointments. He knocks on the door and waits to be let in, brushing a hand across the fresh scar on his cheek. The Morninglord saw fit to heal his burns, but a red patch of skin stands out just under his left eye.

His other hand cradles a large jar of Palinka, a fruit brandy native to Gundarak. He casts a quizzical glance at the liquor: Does one even bring a gift to a rich man in this land? he asks himself. Ah, no matter he concludes. If he doesn’t like it, more for me! The dwarf, he’ll probably want some, though.