Xanadu Weyr - Wanderin' Wherry Tavern
It is often whispered, in the crowds that converge here, that a certain Weyrleader was asked what he wanted in the remodeling of the pub that was not so long ago given a refreshing. He muttered back over the rim of his ever-present mug, "I don't care what you do with the place, just so long as there is plenty of ale." With that in mind, cask after cask of ale lines the walls of the tavern, the remodeler's idea of a jest. As they age, the casks bring a real rustic atmosphere to the pub, along with the deeply wooden flavor that seems to be the theme throughout.
The lighting is dim, as it should be in all good pubs, and the tables and chairs are plentiful. A long mahogany bar, intricately carved with runner beasts, stands vigilant duty at the head of the bar, lined with stools for those patrons that seek the bartender's company. Behind it are drinks for those not inclined toward ale, as well as a door leading to the small kitchen where snacks are made and a back room that probably holds yet more ale.
Even though it is summer and hot as, well it's just really hot outside so the sudden rain that has graced the Weyr for a short moment is a lovely thing. Some people have escaped to the Tavern, but just as soon as it started to rain it has stopped, leaving it lovely with humid, and don't forget the puddles that are found all around but will slowly turn into just mud splotches across the ground. Nailii was already in the tavern and has just gone about ignoring people that have wandered in and out. OF course she would pick the best day to return, at least Talanoath feels it was a must to return now. There is no way she can change his mind, and the large brown is actually sitting out in the clearing seeming to not mind the icky sticky weather as the water slowly drips from his hide. Nailii is looking over some scrolls that she had to pick up from the annex and while doing so she is sipping at a mug of something that certainly not tea.. It's five 'clock somewhere.
A wet bronzerider walks into a bar, and … unless the punchline is 'drips on the floor', D'lei has forgotten it. He's certainly doing the drip-dropping, but… that's probably not all that amusing. Which is a shame, really, because there was probably at least one good version of that joke in with the hundred terrible ones that have been floating around for Faranth knows how long. Ah, well, at least - given the powers of alcohol - forgetting such jokes is also traditional around here, so he's in good company as he steps into the Wanderin' Wherry for the first time in … years. Funny how that happens, when a trip to a small hold on the Western continent turns into a fevered illness and a multi-turn disappearance. In any case! Here he is, even if it's more accident and coincidence than any particular plan, and… while he's here, he takes a look around, those amber eyes surveying the surroundings as if looking for familiar details. Like brown bulks developing new patterns of darkness as the rain spatters against them? Maybe. But also… D'lei's gaze alights on Nailii there, resting there a moment to study her before he takes a breath and crosses the tavern to her table, putting his hands on a chair-back and then… hesitating, just for a moment.
Nailii doesn't seem surprised as she glances upwards slightly, just enough to look at the person who is standing there near a chair even. A slight tilt of her head caught before a smile is seen. "I was wondering when you might appear again." Well, if she is upset she is hiding it well. Though honestly she's gotten better at hiding some things. She half points towards the chair he is using to defend himself, though she is the last one to cause harm to anyone. "You can sit down, or stand there whatever floats your boat I suppose. Want a drink?" Cause it is more fun to drink with other people after all.
D'lei's answering smile is quick, if crooked. "What were the odds on today? Any side-bets I ought to know about?" he replies, and tugs that chair out to use it as a seat now that it's been made clear he doesn't need protection or to wrangle the wild Nailii like some kind of strange lion tamer. "I've already made the floor wet… might as well get the chair, too." He's just generous like that! And, well, if Nailii's going to go and be generous as well and offer drinks… "…yeah. That seems nice." Like a real civilized person, and never mind that he still hasn't gotten himself a proper haircut.
Nailii is a hard one to change, could to need one of them fancy pokemon balls for such things! At the talk of a bet she ponders and taps fingers across the mug. "I'll have to look into that. No one told me about any betting, but I know plenty of people like to bet on things around her so it is possible. Needless to say I did not place said marks on a day for such things. Though I would have." Hey, having extra marks is always a nice thing. "See, they have things called mops and towels to clean up said water." She peers outside then looks back over to D'lei. "Did you cause the rain to come, or to stop? That is the real question." At the talk of him oking a drink she waves down one of the servers and gets him said drink. "I like the rugged look, is it for a disguise so someone doesn't tackle you?"
D'lei grins, nodding about those bets… then laughs about the mops. "Advanced techniques, those. I suppose they go with the brooms, at least when they're not being used to chase people out of places." Not that he would be… oh, wait, no, he probably looks entirely like he would be chased out of places with implements of floor-scrubbing brandished high. D'lei grins again for the drink, then… hehs. "So far, it's gotten me called a vagrant and suspected of criminal tendencies." He seems amused by that more than anything like taking offense, though. "It's been rather entertaining, really. I may have to see just what other accusations I can collect." Gotta catch 'em all! "…rain-bringer's got a nice ring to it, I'll see if I can work that one into my portfolio."
Nailii chuckles at the bit on advanced techniques. "You should see the dust mops, and the bins! We are hardcore high-tech here now." She eyes him slightly. "You sure you can handle a bin? I mean you might needa brushing up on such things they are mighty tricky!" This said with a slight nod caught before she is sipping at her mug. "Rain-bringer and don't forget the humidity-comeith, and lightning-thief and so on and forth. You say that around Talanoath and he might come up with a story dealing with them." She pauses slightly while letting her arms fold upon the table while leaning forward slightly as she looks at him, with that healer type look as if checking something out. "How are you feeling? Last I heard you were rather ill. As for the hair, rather like it a bit scruffy so you're ok with me all vagrant like."
"Brush me up right into those bins, I expect!" D'lei grins, then gives his head a slow, 'sad' shake. "I think that all's probably too advanced for me. Can't teach an old rider new tricks and all. Well. Not unless you've got some good treats to motivate him, anyhow." Another grin, and he nods - and nods again. "Oh, yes, those are some excellent titles. You hear that lack of thunder out there? It's me." He points a thumb back to his chest, proudly claiming that absence. Definitely him, he's an expert on absences! Or… well. Something like that. Nailii shifts toward healer-mode, and D'lei's grin turns to a wry one. "Physically? I'm fine now. Garouth and I have been swimming and hunting together." D'lei grimaces slightly, and keeps going. "The fevers left my head a mess, though. Can't remember much of anything from when I was sick, and even stuff from before's all sort of… jumbled-together and tangled up with things I'm pretty sure were just hallucinations."
Nailii shakes her head a moment. "I think we would need a mighty big bin to brush you into, and I good sized brush as well. Perhaps we can get some weyrling to do it. Could be one of the chores." She is mostly joking, that would be a interesting sight! A soft ah escapes her at the talk of non-thunder. "Talanoath says it is because they didn't want to drown out someone's awesomeness. Though he won't tell me /who/ this someone is." As for the rest she frowns a moment before nodding slightly. "I wanted to come see you, visit an all. Wasn't allowed given what all happened. A high ever can do all sorts of things to a body, thankfully you was able to get through them." Some people are not that lucky, not that she needs to tell him that. "I'm glad you're ok, and home by the way. You've been missed around here."
"Be a fun challenge for them…" D'lei muses at the thought of getting a weyrling to sweep him up. Maybe that'll be a part of the training exercises (official or otherwise) next time there's a batch of youngsters and dragons! But for now, he grins, and follows it with a laugh for Talanoath's thunderous claims. "Seems legit to me." So, that's two votes in favor, and the motion… uh… probably carries, but who knows? Not D'lei, certainly. He - as established - barely even knows his own head. He nods, more somber, to what Nailii says as regards fever and such, and the corner of his mouth tugs. "I think I may have, ah… made it worse for myself, too." He gives a wry half-smile. "When I finally… got back to my senses… the holders there didn't even know who I was. Apparently I just… showed up one day, already delirious. Like I just… wandered out of my sickbed and betweened there." Not exactly good patient behavior, and yet another reason why… "I'm lucky I'm even alive." He gives a crooked smile. "…but I'm glad I made it. Home. Heh. Even if I don't remember everything… that just means I get to find out again, hey?"
And - obligingly - one of those aspects of busy Weyr-life provides itself for D'lei to find out, as Nailii is dragged away rather abruptly by someone's need for a dragonhealer right-now as opposed to at-her-convenience. Hopefully, they too will be lucky enough to make it through… but for now, D'lei at least has another connection of his former life re-discovered… and a drink that he can sip as he sits and watches, for a while, the rest of what passes through Xanadu's bar.