Ardelis|Skyheort; Talen'sul

[aivea]

"Probably not forge well enough to convince them, but in their eyes my handwriting and my former master's are interchangable." Advent shrugs, then smirks. "If I write it, I'd just have to tell them that it was dicated to me which has happened before. Mine is easier to read than his ever was and I'm sure they were glad that he decided quickly enough to make me to all the writing."

[Kender Bard]

"Excellent," Ardelis remarked in glee. "Do you think they'd believe it if you wrote to them, on behalf of your master, saying he was sending two Winds over to cater to them, both specialized cooks?"

[aivea]

"That would depend on the wording... and at least at first there would have to be little more to us than just what's mentioned in the letter. Anything else would have to wait until they gave permission," he replies, his smile from only moments before turning into a scowl at the thought. "Possible, yes. But very unpleasant."

[Kender Bard]

"We need to be in a position to at the very least have access to their kitchen," Ardelis explained. "How we go about achieving that isn't really a valid point. Once you or I are able to get near their food, the rest will be child's play."

[aivea]

"all right. The notes should work for letting us get at least 'tried out' to use their phrase, and that would only be good for one meal. I can give us one chance for this, and that better be all that's needed." Advent pauses to think over what he'd need to put in the notes, then asks, "What is your name, by the way? I'll need to know what to call you in the letter."

[Kender Bard]

Ardelis smiled thinly. "My name is Ardelis. And yours?"

[aivea]

"I'm called Advent." He tilts his head, then asks, "How long do you need to get ready? The letters won't take long, I just need a pen, and paper. Just a couple of pieces in case any of the notes don't look quite right."

[Kender Bard]

"Not long at all," Ardelis remarks, leaning back in her seat slightly. "Everything is almost in place now, as far as preparations go. All I need is your help, and then I'll show you what I have in mind more detailed."

[aivea]

Advent offers a wane smile. "You've got my help. It probably would be better to finish up somewhere else as well."

[Kender Bard]

"Come with me," Ardelis offers, rising and tossing a couple coppers on the bar as she heads out, back to her home.

Ardelis's home was quaint and small, still bright with the whitewash that had only been applied a few years ago. She opened the door; inside it was dark, gloomy, ominous. A faint pungent odor of plants wafted on the air. Ardelis moved to light a candle on a desk, and shed some light in the house. "I have the materials for penning letters if you wish to do so here."

[aivea]

"I'll take that as an invitation," Advent replies, settling in at the desk. While writing, he asks conversationally, "Hm... that smells a bit familiar. Is there a foxglove plant near here by any chance? I'm fond of the flowers of that plant."

In all honesty, the smells not strong enough for him to tell beyond taking a wild guess, and hoping for the best even though he knows that there are a lot of things that it could be without him being right.

[Kender Bard]

"Why yes it is," Ardelis purred. "Are you much of an gardener? I hadn't expected anyone to be able to pick out a plant by smell alone like that."

[aivea]

"Gardening was a hobby of mine, in fact one that I have missed greatly. For all I know, it could have been trying to recollect every detail I could remember that helped keep me in some possession of a sense of self," Advent muses, smiling fondly at the memory. "But that doesn't matter now... Soon it will all be over. The Storms will get what they deserve, and by watching them beg for my mercy I will drive away those memories and nightmares; only by knowing they have fallen will I be able to find peace."

[Kender Bard]

"We'll both get what we want soon enough," Ardelis remarked sympathetically, disappearing into another room. "Just let me know when you're done."

[aivea]

Advent nods and writes the needed note to the intended victims, though he needs a couple tries for his handwriting to look properly wavering from fear. Once finished, he smiles at the result, and folds the letter neatly before exiting the room to look for Ardelis. "Ardelis? Where are you?"