Cakes, Pastries, Wine and Music D1LM

[Gizby Brightshadow]

The clip clop of the bariaur carrying Gizby in his opulent sedan chair, made him feel like a Sultan. The purple drapes, complete with bobbles and frills kept Gizby's visage hidden by the public, more importantly, kept the sun off his delicate skin. Hours spent in the Mortuary, catacombs, and the sewers from back home, had left Gizby with quite a sensitivity to the rays of the sun. The bariaur came to a halt, and set the chain down, opening the door for Gizby. He descended into the street, his robe flowing behind him, dragging on the ground, collecting gravel and dust.

One of the Bariaur clopped towards the entrance of The Red Lion, and opened the door for Gizby, who waltzed in, giggling to himself merrily. Inisde, he found his usual table, just left of center of the performance stage. He climbed into his specially designed booster chair he had installed so that he may sit proper and waved a server down and ordered himself a carafe of fine wine and an assortment of cakes and pastries. He eagerly awaited the morning entertainment.

[Cyprian Kircheis]

Cyprian for his part was on the way to an audition when the sedan chair arrived at the Red Lion Inn. He stopped short of the door and waited for the bariaur's to move. At first he believed they were there to pick up someone, but then the door opened. Well imagine his surprise when out stepped Gizby.

His jaw dropped, it was unfathomable. Here we have a gnome, a nasty little cretin that rarely takes baths dolled up in silks and finery. A rodent that made a living back home selling soaps and leathers, here at the crossroad of worlds... a king? Where as Cyprian was waltzing around homeless, teleported here without money. No this can't be! He did a double take, blinked a few times. "No..." he mouthed silently.

He followed him in and watched the comical display of Gizby climbing into a booster seat, and all he could do was continue staring slack jawed. "You little shit." He said so Gizby could hear him.

[Gizby Brightshadow]

"Well excuse me, is that how you talk to your superi..." Gizby trailed off as he realized the man speaking was wearing one of his leather goods. A fine hat, at that! "Cyrpian! My old friend, how long have you been in my backyard, and you haven't the decency to come pay your respects?" Gizby looks his friend up and down, noticing he's dressed appropriately to be busking for copper in the Hive ward, save his well-crafted hat. "You must join me, may I offer you some cake? Or wine! Yes, you always enjoyed indulgences, please, let's raise a toast!" He hands Cyprian a crystal glass and fills it up past the appropriate level. "To old friendships, and new opportunities!"

[Cyprian Kircheis]

Cyprian's eye twitched as the glass was foisted into his hands. He looked from Gizby to the glass and back before downing the liquid. Then he replaced the glass and grabs the decanter, downing it like it's nothing. Then at last he grabs Gizby by his shirt, "YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING GNOME BASTARD!" He snarls, "It's you! YOU'RE the reason I'm here aren't you!"

He pulls one hand back to strike while the other hand starts to pull you out of the high chair.

[Gizby Brightshadow]

Gizby's eyes grow wide and his mouth forms an "o" before a bellowing laugh errupts from deep within his gut. "Cyprian, I'm happy to see you too," he pulls himself in closer and wraps his arms around his neck like a child being carried by his father. "So glad you could enjoy the wine, let's get some more! Oh barkeep!" Gizby waves the attendant over with the decanter in his hands. When the attendant picks the decanter up, "We are celebrating! An unexpected, but oh so welcome reunion!" He turns back to Cyprian with a warm smile, "It's good to see you, old friend!"

[Cyprian Kircheis]

"Bleghhh!"

With great effort he pries him off and throws him back in the high chair. "How in the nine hells do you still manage to reek of death and sewer ham while wearing silk?!?!" He tries his best to get the smell of Gizby off of himself using wine and rose water at the nearby tables.

Following a round of coughing, patting, and gagging he eventually relented and laughs. "You feral miscreant! I wish you had told me you had a portal to this realm! I've been running around lost since yesterday or the day before!"

[Gizby Brightshadow]

"A Gnome's got to eat!" He chortles. "I've linked up with a group that calls themselves the Dustmen, turns out we share a lot in common. They believe in true death, something that comes for us all. Because of that, I've been sending a lot of time in The Mortuary. It's a pleasant place. I met a nice lady there, Akh," he shifts his eyes left to right to make sure they aren't being watched with intent, and whispers, "we even shared the pleasure of eating a bit of corpse together. A Wizard, in fact." He leans back, "She didn't seem to kindly to my enjoyment of the activity, but at least she didn't scorn me."

Gizby adjusts himself in his satin highchair, leisurely relaxing his forearm with wrist slightly limber on the armrest. "I didn't have a portal to this place, at least, I didn't believe I did. I was just exploring the Dancing Bear and happened upon on cupboard to another world. This world, in fact. Turns out, many people here arrived spontaneously as well. They don't call it the City of Doors because it sounds cool." He takes a big bite of a glazed piece of ham stuffed croissant, stuffing a portion to big for his mouth, in his mouth." Crumbs and a bit of cheese covered ham catching in his beard. As he chews, "I've been here about six months and as you may have guessed, I've had quite a succesful run at my leather business," He arches his hands in front of him, as if to gesture the sign of his business, "Gizby's Emporium of Exotic and Rare Leathers." He chews his food, and swallows a gulp of wine, still chewing on what he couldn't yet safely swallow.

[Cyprian Kircheis]

"That's literally impossible." He rolled his eyes at Gizby's antics. "I just saw you at the bear four days ago. Matter of fact you were outside Mysti's trying to convince me to help you clear out another cult just hours before I arrived here. Something about 'fresh pelts'." He yonked a croissant, "How in niflheim did you manage to open up a successful business AND join a guild in three days?"

He took a bite and chewed in aggrovation.

[Gizby Brightshadow]

"What? Three days? No, It's been months, I thought I'd never see Neimhiem or the likes of you or Mysti again! Is she with you?"

[Cyprian Kircheis]

He stops mid chew and swallows dryly. "Months? How??" But the dying plant on his head seemed to corroborate his story. "That... doesn't make sense."

He found a chair to sit in for fear of his legs giving out.

"And no I... went through alone."