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	[u]Weather[/u]: Thick, puffy flakes of crystalline water sink gently earthward with increasing frequency. It's still rather gentle, and not too windy, but this is becoming a decent amount of snowfall, putting a layer of fresh powder over a landscape which has melted slightly and refrozen. Caution abound.  
  
   	[u]Time[/u]: Early evening, still. The time for Tea is long past; we are closer now to the final repast of the day, were one to have a proclivity for it. 

	[u]Ambience[/u]: Twilight has began its march toward the inevitable fall of night. The liminal time frame found that, upon closer reflection, it was likewise tired of remaining in the sky and relinquished use of the space to a more present caretaker, this one darker, cloudier, with just a few motes of starlight peeking through. The early evenings of Winter make themselves known.   

	There is comfort and fellowship, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, within the Coach House. While no changes of note have occurred with the decor nor lighting, the overall social feel of the location has grown a bit more professional. Books and papers take up the better part of two tables, prompting others to be very careful with their tea, among other things. This is a place of planning now, with even the guests of the establishment putting in what little they may be able to offer. 
 
[center][color=darkgray][h2]*****[/h2][/color][/center]

	Barbal noted the insistence of the group that he stay for some time with mild amusement. It was interesting that these people were trying, at least to his eyes, to look out for him. Or their mission. Either way, it was a commitment, and he respected this. Still, this wasn't a reasonable request, so far as he was concerned. [color=darkgray][b]"Look, I know you have things you need to do here. And I have things I need to do there. I'll stay as long as it takes to have a leisurely breakfast (I mentioned how I take mine, yeah?), and I'll give you every detail I can recall about any ...eh... weird dreams I have. Then I have me and mine to tend to. If I have another bad night, I'll send you a little card with the outline of events."[/b][/color] He nodded with faux sagacity and took a sip from his cup. [color=darkgray][b]"It is sweet that you young'uns are thinking about us, though."[/b][/color] 

	Tarace merely kept his head low and began clearing the table, refusing to add to this particular conversation but still reaching for a social "out." To this end, he latched onto something which Victoria had just said, about initially wanting to find a boat to take her back north to Khimn territory. [color=darkgray][i]"Oh my, that's a journey, Miss Belmont. Are... are you from there? Your accent sounds a little like it, I mean, I think it does. And they have Elves there, right?"[/i][/color] He looked embarrassed, like he might have crossed a line in what was otherwise small talk. [color=darkgray][i]"I'm sorry, is that, I don't know - is that okay to ask?"[/i][/color]

	Lizbeth kept fluctuating her emotions with the ebb and flow of conversation, though she did seem to be evening out a little more as plans were made and things locked it. Perhaps it was the certainty of having a course of action to follow, even if that course of action amounted to simple vigilance and continued preparation. [color=darkgray]"Oh, just the Coach House! Sure, we can to that first thing in the morning. I mean, we [i]should[/i] do that first thing. With the snow, it should be easy to see if anyone came up in the night!"[/color] She took a moment to go over her current situation with her more recent tutoring. [color=darkgray]"This is a busy winter, that's for sure,"[/color] she offered, hefting her curved, wide-bladed sword in her hand while sitting alongside one of the tables covered in books. She continued speaking to Kathryn, [color=darkgray]"You're teaching me how to be a Knight, Master Urmdrus is drilling me on being a Soldier, and Mademoiselle Belmont was nice enough to tutor me on Arcana. This sounds busy, but I think,"[/color] she paused, her mood becoming more grounded by the second, [color=darkgray]"I think I need to know this. No matter what happens with the Vineyard, this is stuff I need to know about myself. Thank you."[/color] Now directing more to the group as a whole, [color=darkgray]"Thank you all."[/color]

	It was well past Teatime, but the rather heavy nature of the meal as well as events moved many away from pursuing something greater for Supper. To keep things easy as well as keep her hands busy, Lizbeth rose and strode toward the kitchen, offering, [color=darkgray]"I'm going to get something simple together us. For before we turn in. Like soup. Excuse me."[/color] The little blonde girl with custom armor on and weapons older than her grandfather paused at the kitchen door to see if anyone had a request or comment about her proposed actions, before entering proper. 

	Urmdrus also rose for his own preparations, but his took him away from the Coach House. [color=darkgray][b]"Can reinforce door. One hour, start to end. Make noise."[/b][/color] He shrugged, giving a touch of thought to what he had explained. It was true, doing work like that would be a bit of a noisemaker. [color=darkgray][b]"Does not matter. Everyone knows we are here."[/b][/color] The older Dwarf took up his large hammer, then let heavy bootfalls punctuate his way to the main door. Resting a hand upon it, he turned back around to explain in his own, few-worded manner, [color=darkgray][b]"Full dark when done. I stay here tonight."[/b][/color] It felt like a statement as opposed to a request. Urmdrus opened the door just enough to allow himself room to exit, then closed the door behind him as quickly as he might, attempting to preserve the interior warmth.