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Clovis has spent the evening in the Blue Feather chatting easily with the Loremistress, Abeyal. Sharing a meal and a handful of hours, the two are engaged in a lively and animated conversation, though from those who overhear close by, Clovis's storytelling ability has improved none. Abeyal seems generally interested, or at least politely tolerant to hear Clovis recount some of the tales of the Wardens since she began traveling with them.
Clovis's eyes occasionally flicker to the doors and windows of the tavern, as the two talk, and pass over Vistariil more than once.
After a time, Abeyal stands, pressing her fists into her the small of her back as she stretches, and inclines her head in the direction of the stairs leading to the inn's rooms. Clovis nods and rises, tipping her tankard in goodnight wishes.
She winds her way through the crowd of patrons to the bar and sets the tankard on the rail. Turning back, her eyes meet Vistarill's. She opens her mouth, the light in her eyes an indication she was about to say something playfully obnoxious, but she stops, her features softening.
"Look, it's none of my business, and it's clear you want to be left alone...but if you change your mind and want a neutral ear, I'm going out for a bit of fresh air."


-C