[D0, Mid-Evening] The Moon & Her Shadow

[Illiam'iira]

"Oh, uhm, we got separated. Fortunately it's not so hard getting in contact with him," Illi taps her temple gently, "But he's, uhm, he has a habit of barreling into trouble head first, and being able to talk to each other isn't so helpful if he's found himself in a mess, since he can't really tell me until I check in..." Babble babble babble.

[Quevlin'e]

A suit of black full plate walks into an inn and looks around before locking onto a far-too-bright drow woman.

[Whisper]

"I see. Well, if he doesn't show up, we could help you look for him."

[Illiam'iira]

A suit of black full plate walks into an inn and looks around before locking onto a far-too-bright drow woman.

"I see. Well, if he doesn't show up, we could help you look for him."

The tell-tale kthunk... kthunk... kthunk of full plate makes Illiam perk, and then, as she turns to see Quevlin'e, her whole body brightens in a burst of psychadelic light; one second Illiam is in her chair, the next she's pouncing onto Quev, glittery silvery mist and shimmering motes the only proof she'd bounced from one corner of the room to another. Her little arms wrap around him in the biggest hug she can manage (which is pretty big -- she did just jump onto him after all).

"He's here!" She waves at Whisper with a big grin before smacking her friend's chest with a thump. Illiam's sparkling so hard it's now refracting all along the walls... and Quev's armor. "Doer pholor, phor gaer!" She points to the table before attempting to drag the man who has a foot and a half in height, a good few hundred pounds, and a full suit of steel plate on her towards her New Friend. As far as Illi's concerned she's the happiest girl in Sigil right about now.

[Quevlin'e]

Quev will brace himself to take on the extra weight and let said weight get the hug out of her system. After Illia dismounts, he will follow her over to the table and stand vigil behind her.

[Illiam'iira]

Quev will brace himself to take on the extra weight and let said weight get the hug out of her system. After Illia dismounts, he will follow her over to the table and stand vigil behind her.

"Quev, telanth vendui," She demands with a bit of a pout. Illi then starts to sign to her companion. The motions are quick to the point of being hard to parse.

[Whisper]

"Good. Should we have a round of drinks to celebrate?"

[Quevlin'e]

Quev will turn to the new drow. "Greetings. I am Quevlin'e. Do they serve milk here?"

[Whisper]

He looked puzzled. "Undercommon, perhaps?"

[Quevlin'e]

"So uncivilized." "Greetings. I am Quevlin'e. Do they serve milk here?"