Khanne brings along her brother, Arik, and her cousin, Brianna, from the Halfshav Estate to the Spirit's bar. Carrying a cake carefully, she speaks to them as they enter. "Just won't do to keep Bri Bri locked up in the estate for her birthday. She deserves a proper celebration full of booze and friends and Booze... and cake!" Setting the cake at the center of her usual table, she opens her arms wide and says, "Happy Birthday, Brianna Halfshav!!!"

Puff, a dainty yellow-green canary, 2 Leary House Guards, Sir Jesmond the Giant arrive, following Arcadia.

Arik walks into the Spirits and makes a beeline for the sturdy table as Khanne announces the birthday intent. Echoing his Sister the Sword of Whitehold plops down into a chair, slaps his palm on the tabletop, and calls out "Happy Birthday Brianna, don't look a day over ninteen."

"Happy Birthday, Lady --" Mayir looks over at his aide, Pete, to confirm the name. "Lady Brianna!" What he lacks in certainty he makes up for in loudness of his cheer for her. "Whiskey!" This is called to the bartender as he spies Khanne. "And Khanne!" She goes to get a hug and a kiss to the cheek.

1 Redoubt Buccaneers, Damien Pierce - A Charming Assistant, 1 Redreef Warden, Vagari - Cinder Kitten, 1 Obsidian Order, 4 Byrne Mountain Men arrive, following Mikani.

A sensible person would tell you that the weather outside is absolutely inappropriate for silks. Brianna Halfshav, it seems, is not a sensible person. It's her birthday. She can afford to be unsensible. She even decides unsensible is a real word. She sweeps Khanne up in a strong hug. "Thank you, my dear. You really didn't have to go through all this trouble. Such a cake!" She grins and lets the bartender know the first round is on her. But is it whiskey? Nope. It's some dumb froo-froo sparkling dessert wine. Such madness. She chuckles at Arik. "I didn't look half this good on my nineteenth birthday," she says to Arik with a knowing look. Mayir gets a gracious nod of thanks.

Arcadia comes flouncing in, catching the end of the cheers, she adds in "Happy Birthday!" Not sure who for, she finds Braith and immediately mutters, "Who's party?"


Arik. That is the person to blame her from dragging Braith away from her..whatever she was doing. It is likely not important save that is concerned needling a Lycene lord through messages. Which she still seems to be doing. "Tell him...yes. Draw some mountains on the paper, whatever else suits you but wait a half hour before delivering it." She is expressing this to the messenger just inside the doorway of the spirits as people keep filtering in. She is narrowing her gaze, "Yes..to the Mazetti Manor.." she pulls out coinage and tucks it away into the hand of the messenger. "Perfect. Thank you." She turns then as Arcadia surprises her with the mutter. Blinking a few times, she uhhhs, "Brianna!" She says. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY! You are a year older!" Because she is not sure what her age is. "Cady..you and me..whiskey." She has yet to learn her lesson about drinking too much.


Khanne embraces Brianna in a tight hug then waves a hand at her. "Pish posh... I have a fabulous protege named Lottie who makes the most amazing sweets. It is no trouble at all!" Shaking her head towards the bartender, she says, "absolutely not. This is on House Halfshav, not Brianna herself." But when she sees some froo-froo thing being served she casts side-eye to her cousin then lifts a hand, speaking in a stage whisper, "shots of whiskey as a chaser for that sweetness... yeah?" She winks at the bartender then greets Mayir who is hugging her and kissing her cheek. "Oh! Mayir! Thanks for coming... How are you? Been forever and a day since I saw you." She chuckles and says to Arcadia, "Lady Brianna Halfshav's party. She's magnificent."

Mikani enters with a grin on her face and and a bottle with a bow on it. "Happy Birthday, Bri!" She calls out as she goes to get a glass of whiskey and set the bottle before Brianna. "This looks like a wonderful event."

So it is that a sparkling dessert wine begins to make the rounds on the tab of Brianna but then it's on the House and Arik, squints up those hard grey eyes but defiantly picks up his froo froo glass and lifts in a toast. "To cousins that have no taste, but still have class." he says by way of rumbly toast before downing the entirety of his dessert wine with a gulp that makes his face scrunch up and an involuntary shiver run through him from the tart, sweet, dessert-y froo froo flavor. "Aaagh... Whiskey and a piece of cake after Brianna gets one." he tells a passing serve as he hands off the dessert wine glass and waves to Braith with her arrival.

"Ugh. Dessert wine? Well, if it's free, I guess," says Mayir, trying to drink the thing as quickly as possible. He then looks back to Khanne. "I know! Far too long! We need to hang out! So that's why I came here!" He is cheery, at least. "We're keeping busy in the Lowers. But never too busy for my brother's patron!"

"I like to start with the sweet foolish things before hitting the whiskey. It never seems to taste as good the other way around," Brianna explains, perhaps a little defensively. "Oh, this is a Lottie cake? You spoil me. You really spoil me."

Arcadia immediately drags Braith to the bar. Her own lessons with drunken shenanigans not learnt. "Yes! Whiskey! Only good things happen when we drink whiskey." She gives a smile to Khanne, "Oh! She's the best." She then cheers loudly to for Brianna "Happy Birthday Brianna!"

"You know... There's a sweet foolishness I once indulged in, it had to do with whiskey and snow." Arik begins in a coy manner, the whiskey being brought for him and some commoners in the crowd suddenly drinking quicker while some start to ask for wax to put in their ears. It all seems to generally point to the tuneless, tone deaf halfshav alluding to a song.

Arcadia has joined the Bar.

Khanne beams a smile and lifts her glass of whiskey, sliding the sweet wine to someone else nearby with the other hand. "To Bri Bri! The best female cousin who is almost like a sister a girl could ask for. I love you, even when you got me in trouble as a kid, even more now. May you have the best birthday... and the best year til your next! May it bring everything you wish for! Cheers!" She lifts her glass high then tosses a few gulp fulls back, setting the glass down after. "We dooo...' she says to mayir. "As soon as I have hanging out time available. Working on catching up on all I missed during my last trip. How is your brother anyway? He's a bad protege... I never hear from him." She smirks, clearly joking. She stops, turning to look at Arik. "Wait... you... did what with whiskey and snow? Surely my snow escapades are better..."


Draaaaaaged to the bar on the arm of some Leary or other, Braith catches the wave from Arik and she lifts her bandaged left hand to him. "Lord Arik!" She says cheerfully and finds herself belly up to the edge of the bartop. "Did you seriously arrive at a birthday part to drink and have fun without knowing who we are celebrating for. Oh Cady.." she teases with a soft laugh that escapes her. Her eyes however glance towards Khanne, lingering a moment before she is reaching her hand out to press into the smoothed surface and lean into her side. "Whiskey yes..what she said." She holds up two fingers.

"I do so love The Spirits. I am having a lively debate with a 'cultured' Lycene lord who thinks I am some hidebound northerner that knows no better. I am certain he is just playing me with his words...surely he does not mean to say brandy is better than whiskey. Preposterous."


Mikani looks at Arik. "You know Arik, I have never heard you sing. Are you as bad as they are preparing for?" She looks around curiously at the commoners before taking a sip of her drink. Mikani raises her drink in the cheer. "To Brianna, may your next year bring you all the adventure you desire."

3 Thrax Guards, 2 Thrax Elite Guards, Teonia Redreef, Aryka Wyrmfang, Marquessa Pudding, a doughy dog arrive, following Sorrel.

Arcadia grins at Aron, eternally curious. "What do you do with whiskey and snow?" A smooch is given to Braith's cheek "Well, I can definitely vouch that whiskey is better than brandy. So two against one. Winning."

Cillian comes walking to the Spirits looking around spotting a few he knows and nods his head in a greeting to them, spotting Arik he grins at the man. "Lord Arik, I must be lucky to see you ywice in one day." he grins and moves to grab a seat at the bar not wanting to interupt those Arik is sitting with.

Khanne smiles towards Braith and says, "Did I hear you earlier say 'Mazetti'? I was very close to Valerio once upon a time... he too thought Brandy was better. To each their own, I suppose. Tell whomever you are having words with that I said hello and send my best to the Mazetti Household." Suddenly, her eyes go wide and she looks towards Mikani, too late to stop her words... probably. "No! Don't! Your ears will bleed!"

"Happy birthday, Brianna!" Sorrel calls as she steps into the Spirits, heading over in the direction of the Halfshavs with a broad smile on her lips.

Brianna accepts all the well-wishes graciously, clasping Sorrel in a sisterly hug when she makes her way over. She informs her, "My cousin Arik did something naughty once with whiskey and snow, and I think he's about to sing a song about it."

Arik checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 3 higher.

Luigi arrives, delivering a message to Braith before departing.

Arik says in Northlands shav, "Whiskey and Snow, what do I know?
I'm on patrol and sun's low, what do I know?
There's a bar just ahead, wench is quick to bed
Whiskey and Snow, what do I know?

In the tavern and the drinks are fine
It ain't no place for drinking wine
I shout for the wench, she be fine
Whiskey and snow, what do I know?

Closing down, the fires out.
The carls are asleep, the barkeeps out
Where do I sleep, I thought you'd guess?
The wench threw me out a window, before I undressed
So now I know, I had only whiskey and snow."

Arik manages to keep just the barest bit in tune. It might be because he is not drunkenly making up this lyrics, but did that previous and probably practiced them nightly until they were able to learn what an octave was. By end of it Arik is hoisting his whiskey glass up and taking it down with a gulp."

"Whiskey and Snow, what do I know?
I'm on patrol and sun's low, what do I know?
There's a bar just ahead, wench is quick to bed
Whiskey and Snow, what do I know?

In the tavern and the drinks are fine
It ain't no place for drinking wine
I shout for the wench, she be fine
Whiskey and snow, what do I know?

Closing down, the fires out.
The carls are asleep, the barkeeps out
Where do I sleep, I thought you'd guess?
The wench threw me out a window, before I undressed
So now I know, I had only whiskey and snow."

Arik manages to keep just the barest bit in tune. It might be because he is not drunkenly making up this lyrics, but did that previous and probably practiced them nightly until they were able to learn what an octave was. By end of it Arik is hoisting his whiskey glass up and taking it down with a gulp.

Pete, a Grayhope account manager leaves, following Mayir.


The kiss to a freckled cheek causes it to draw into a dimple as she upnods, "See, winning." She reaches out for her drink when it is set down and sip from it. Braith hears Khanne and laughs brightly, "I will do so, Vala Khanne. Lord Theron specifically is who I speak of. I think we will always have this point of contention but I find his company rather humorous." She starts to say something and pauses as she glances at Sorrel. The Princess gets a bright grin that spreads across her face. "Your highness," she bows graciously just as Luigi enters and her brow arches ever slowly upwards. Taking the letter she downs her whiskey and sets it down to tear it open and pause. She clears her throat, "Cady, have another for me. I need to head out." She folds the message down and then grins at the rest, moving towards Brianna when Arik starts to sing. Her eye twitches and then she leans away from his direction.

"Happy Birthday, Brianna, may it be a better new year for you." She bids the birthday girl before starting to run-shuffle her way out.


Braith is overheard praising Brianna: A YEAR OLDER! Something to celebrate.

Arcadia barely cringes as the song ends, but raises a drink regardless. "Wonderful!" A pout to Braith then, "Second night of you abandoning me. I am going to cry one of these days soon."

Mikani applauds for Arik. "Very creative. I like it." Mika laughs and finishes her drink before getting another. She takes a seat on a barstool. "Braith! Good to see you again. How are your bard stuff going? The song writing?"

Cillian gets a drink shaking his head and chuckling as he listens to Arik start to sing wincing slightly he takes along sip of his drink.

Brianna watches as Braith gives her cryptic well-wishes, and then leaves. "Who in the world was that?" she asks, enjoying her stupid fizzy wine. She cheers for Arik's song. "Bravo!" She leans against Khanne. "You're the loveliest cousin, did you know that?"

Sorrel kisses Brianna's cheek fondly as the woman hugs her. "I couldn't miss out on this!" she says. "I never celebrate my own birthday, so we might as well celebrate yours, right? It's definitely time to party. And I'll sing if you want. I'll push the limits, even, and try to really make it memorable."

Arik squints at some commoners debating whether it's worse or better when his singing is slightly in tune only to shift his attention onto Brianna. "Lady Braith Sanna, she's your third cousin through Mirk and our vassal." he reminds his cousin before adding, "You've spent time with her when youw ere both younger."

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Arik before departing.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Arik before departing.

Cahal has joined the Bar.

"No you," Khanne says with a grin to Brianna before looking to Sorrel. "A song from you would be lovely, Sorrel, though..." She sets her sights on Arik next. "You actually weren't as bad as usual, brother. Thank you for the song." She looks around, lifting a fresh glass of whiskey after a server brought them around. Looking towards the others who have come, she greets them with a nod and a that silent toast.

"Oh my, /that's/ little Braith? When did she get..." Brianna gestures vaguely. "You know. Hot." She turns to Sorrel. "Are you sure your voice is up for it? I know how long it takes my voice to recover when I've lost it, and it's generally through shouting too much, not... whatever yours was."

Arik is swirling the whiskey in his second round and spies Cillian, making a little join me gesture to the seat across from him at the sturdy table he chimes in. "I'm never bad. I keep telling folk that a bar song doesn't need to be in tune, it just needs perfect lyrics that are as flawless as the first snow... You know, like mine." he then flashes a wolfish smirk and then Brianna chimes in and he sends her a squinty look. "Good thing Lady Sanna isn't here you'd give her a flutter with such praise."

Cillian nods his head to slips off seat and heads over to where Airk is and sits down in the sea where he pointed to, sitting down he sips from his cup.

Sorrel checked charm + performance at difficulty 60, rolling 5 lower.

Cillian has joined the Sturdy Table.

Sorrel starts a beautiful lilting tune that is fantastically beautiful in its execution, but not quite right for the party. It's joyful, but there's an undercurent of strangeness to it nonetheless. It's beautiful but sort of strange.

Arcadia finishes off her whiskey and gathers her cloak. She gives another birthday wave to Brianna before slipping out into the cold.

Arcadia has left the Bar.

Puff, a dainty yellow-green canary, 2 Leary House Guards, Sir Jesmond the Giant leave, following Arcadia.

Cahal spends a few moments glancing around the interior and the various occupants when he arrives. For a long moment he's clearly not sure where he wants to go. But then Khanne smiles at him, or at least he assumes she smiled at him, and he takes it as an invitation to go on over and chat. "I hear congratulations are in order."

Khanne is overheard praising Brianna: Happy Birthday, Bri Bri!

After applauding Sorrel's song, Brianna turns to Khanne, wide-eyed. "Are congratulations in order?" she asks, glancing down at her cousin's abdomen.

"We could only wish, Spirits know she's noisy enough to have a litter by now." Arik barks from the table with a mutter afterwards to Khanne in uncouth northern shav'arvani.

Khanne greets Cahal with a smile. I... wait, what?" She looks to Brianna and glances down at her own stomach then back up. "No! Not yet.. I mean, I haven't talked to Perce about that yet.. so no." Then she rolls her eyes at Arik and slaps his arm. "Vala Khanne," she says back to Cahal. "Nice to meet you."

Cahal has left the Bar.

Arik takes the slap to the arm while speaking with Cillian and Brianna at the table and just defiantly drinks more of his whiskey at his noisy sister. "A litter of thirteen." he clarifies extra stubbornly to Khanne.

Cahal quirks one of his eyebrows up as the questions turned right onto Khanne but a moment later he relaxes into an amused grin. "Don't worry Lady." she gives her name and he adds "Vala Khanne. I think it was inevitable that someone would decide to tease the Oathlander. Probably best to get it over and done with early."

Cillian looks over as Khanne slaps Ariks arm and grins then looks to Arik and continues to speak with him.

"Teasing the Oathlander is one of my favorite pastimes, though the Oathlanders don't always agree," Brianna says, switching to whiskey after her second glass of wine. "Maybe you can explain why Oathlanders always carry those excessively large swords. Is it... you know. Compensating?" she asks, batting her eyelashes.

Arik gives Brianna a little kick under the sturdy table and retorts, "Oathlander's don't know how to have fun half the time, but they aren't all bad. Khanne married one after all... A bookish one... with a letter opener... and weak ankles... and wrists... and one wonders if his hands are very grippy." it's obvious he was well meaning when it started but now he's just going on and staring at Khanne for a reaction.

"Efficiency" Cahal retorts. "Tradition. Advertising."

Brianna kicks Arik back, still fluttering her eyelashes exaggeratedly. "Advertising what, exactly?"

After the matter of whether or not congratulations were in order for her is settles, Khanne turns to Sorrel. "That was... beautiful.. but I am not familiar with it... it was almost haunting... Beautiful though, as your singing always is." She smiles towards the Thraxian Princess, then turns to Cahal again. "It is a favorite past time of many a northerner. And... I am sorry, I don't think we've met? Your name?" She glances aside at Brianna, then looks to Cahal again. "Do you like children?" She nods after Arik's words. "I did, certainly. A nerdy scholar sort. He's amazing, and wonderful, and handsome... and... it's Bri's birthday so I will refrain from saying more." She chuckles.

Mikani looks at Brianna, "Don't you carry large axes?" She asks just as sweetly. Though she did kind of wonder that about the Oathlanders too. That and why they dressed in such lovely anchors.

Mikani gets a message from Damien. "Well that's my cue to leave. Happy birthday again Brianna." She said with a smile before slipping out.

1 Redoubt Buccaneers, Damien Pierce - A Charming Assistant, 1 Redreef Warden, Vagari - Cinder Kitten, 1 Obsidian Order, 4 Byrne Mountain Men leave, following Mikani.

Cahal gestures at one of the remaining chairs. "Why the fact we are ready and willing to fight of course." His response oozes false innocence. "What else could it possibly suggest?" As Khanne asks for his name he offers a smile to the group. "Cahal Blackram. A pleasure to meet you all." His smile turns amused again at the questioning. "It depends what they are doing Vala Khanne. Sometimes they are cute, sometimes they are precious darlings and sometimes you wont to throw them all in the nearest hole and run away." He glances to his wrists for a moment and then back up. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a scholar."

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Cillian before departing.

Those batting eyelashes are turned on Khanne. "Oh, don't stop. I am quite curious about his grip strength, now that Arik has brought it up..." Brianna's getting sassy. "My axe is quite reasonably sized, thank you very much," she says to Mikani, "Though I don't have anything I need to compensate for, as I am quite nearly perfect." Her friend gets a little wave as she departs. "How many children have you personally thrown into holes?" she asks Cahal, extending a hand. "Lady Brianna Halfshav."

Khanne exchanges a couple of whispered words with Brianna before winking at her and looking wide-eyed towards Arik before turning her attention back to Cahal. Gesturing towards one of the empty chairs, she says, "please, do feel free." Curious, she too glances at his wrists, the crease between her brow not looking as if she found anything telling there. "Have you been in the city long?"

Cahal accepts the hand offered by Brianna, gives it a squeeze and a shake "I actually favor the axe myself. But I know what you mean about the greatswords." He helps himself to one of the chairs before tackling the question of children and holes. "Uh. I probably shouldn't say. Do siblings count?" He answers Khanne's question with. "Not to long. Just a few days." He looks at Arik. "Are grippy hands important?"

Benny The Beaver arrives, following Acantha.

"Grippy hands make a marriage work. You can't have weak hands when it gets cold, then you can't close them around your wife." Arik says as the unmarried man in the room.

Brianna leans in and murmurs something to Khanne before straightening up. "I didn't think they grew axemen in the Oathlands," she says to Cahal, impressed. "If you were a child at the time, I don't think it counts."

Cahal has joined the Sturdy Table.

"Oh," Khanne turns to Brianna. "Rowan Greenmarch, the man I was betrothed to before Percephon, wielded a magnificent axe. You would have loved it. Beautiful and deadly." She nods then looks to Arik's hands before lifting her eyes to his. "You are not married. Does that mean your hands are weak?"

Arik upturns both of his hands and makes a grippy motion before lamenting, "I seem unable to hold onto a woman, at least I can still grip a sword. I'll just have to forego marriage for wielding the blade... Oh wait, I'm the Sword of Whitehold already. It seems Father knew I was lacking of grippy hands." his lament turning into a brotherly snark at the end before giving Cillian a pat on the back and remarking at a more quiet manner.

"Thats some tiny woman you're after if she can fall right out of your hands." Cahal replies to Arik with a smile. To Brianna he gives a bit of a shrug, smiles and says "Then none. They are more likely to try and climb on me than get tossed into small dark spaces." He doesn't sound as if he really minds. "Theres nothing against them, its just our warriors usually use greatsword and pike. I just prefer to have a weapon thats good for more than killing. I'd like to see someone try and make a snowshelter with a greatsword."

Khanne snorts a laugh at Cahal's words to Arik.

"Less small and more fiery, one doesn't need grippy hands if they swoon into your arms. The grippy hands are to catch them." Arik quips to Cahal.

"I remember Lord Rowan. He had more tattoos than clear skin, if I recall..." Brianna shudders. "I think you did better with Perce." She snickers at Cahal's comment. "I think the only woman that will have him is his own hand, anyway," she murmurs as an aside, though somehow it's just loud enough for Arik to hear. Funny that. She pours a glass of whiskey and presses it into Cahal's hand. "I like the way you think. Also, axes are faster and you're not telegraphing your every thought for ten minutes before you strike."


Acantha gives a bit of an amused look to the conversations that are flitting about. "Mmm. Snowshelters would probably be better destroyed by greatswords." she muses as she wanders over to where people are. "Lady Brianna, happy birrhday to you. Apologies on my lateness." she tells her with a dip of her head. There's a look to Arik and a nod of her to him as well, "Lord Halfshav." she greets him.


Khanne lifts her hand to totally not whisper, "Arik just lets them fall instead of trying to catch them." Khanne grins then nods to Brianna. "Yes, that was him. They were... very much opposites, both beautiful... Percephon though, he was the proper match for me, for our house." She looks up and waves to Acantha with a smile. "Welcome to Brianna's birthday celebration!"

"Oh I see." Cahal grins at Arik's responses. "Well I wouldn't know. Seems I'll have to add the art of sweeping to my long list of newly needful skills." He casts a smile at Brianna first for her words and then for the whiskey. "I'm sure thats not true." A nod for Acantha. "Indeed. The last time I saw my brother try I nearly passed out from laughing to hard." He grins at Khanne and then looks to Brianna "Aha! So it is you that has the birthday. My condolences."

"Lady Acantha it's good of you to come, how have you been?" Arik wonders with a birthday cake set out for people to take from and whiskey generally being served on the Halfshav tab throughout the room.

"My dearest Lady Acantha! If you are late, you are fasionably so," Brianna declares, leaning in for air-kisses. 'It's true', she mouths to Cahal, rolling her eyes at the condolences. She helps herself to a little cake. "Khanne, I think I will do nothing but eat cakes from now on and you will have to roll me everywhere."

"That might negatively impact your prowess on the battlefield, but it'll certainly make you happier," Sorrel observes cheerfully to Brianna. She breaks into another song, something simple and naughty this time.

Sorrel checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 22 higher.


"Vala." Acantha gives a smile to Khanne. Benny thumps his tail a bit as he finds a place to park himself. The petite brunette gives a smile, "I am glad that I made it." she greets Brianna. "Our apologies on being late, we had a meeting that ran over." she tells her. Then she looks to Arik, "I've been doing alright. How have you been?" she asks her Patron. Then there's a dip of her head in greeting to Cahal, "Good evening my Lord."


Cahal grins at Sorrel's comments before announcing to Brianna. "It's a good life goal though. Being so jolly and loved that you can sit by the fireside all day and have people bring you cakes." He smiles at Acantha's greeting. "Good Evening my Lady."

When she's done, Sorrel offers Brianna a little wave and blows her a kiss before heading out of the bar quietly, humming to herself, in a good mood.

3 Thrax Guards, 2 Thrax Elite Guards, Teonia Redreef, Aryka Wyrmfang, Marquessa Pudding, a doughy dog leave, following Sorrel.

Lygeia, a calligrapher and alchemist arrives, following Rysen.


"I'm Lady Acantha Clearlake. And this is Benny." Acantha introduces herself and the animal that's keeping track of her to Cahal. "I don't think I've seen you in these parts before. But I am guessing you are a friend of Lady Brianna's." she grins to that.


As Acantha makes her introductions, Arik shifts his attention to Brianna and wonders "So cousin any hopes for a new year? Plumping up, being rolled around, endless cake, that all the casks of that dessert wine are lost at sea?"

"Actually, I've only just met this axe-wielding Oathlander," Brianna explains to Acantha, pressing a glass of whiskey into her hands. "It's amusing that you think I have friends," she says with a wink. She turns to Arik. "I wish to become the greatest Halfshav. Literally. Fill me with cakes and I will become a true giantess, and I will squash my foes."

Rysen enters the spirits with Lygeia a step behind him. He makes his way to the bar and says, "Three shots of whiskey." As the bartender pours them, and Brianna speaks of becoming a giantess, he laughs warmly. "Gods and spirits, Lady Brianna, I hope your wish comes true. I promised a friend I'd visit the spars in the Hart, but I had to come by and wish my Champion a happy birthday," he says as he passes two of the shots the bartender poured to Brianna, and takes one himself. "To Lady Brianna and House Halfshav," he says, raising his shot in toast.

When Acantha introduces herself Cahal gives her a friendly smile. "Clearlake is one of the most northerly holdings isnt it? It must be really impressive at this time of year." He smiles at the animal. "Hello Benny." and then looks back to Acantha. "I'm Lord Cahal Blackram." he shakes his head at the last question. "I was lured by the suggestion of free drinks and meeting new people." he smiles to Brianna. "But Brianna, Arik and Vala Khanne have all made me very welcome."