Luneth nodded, half-hoping but also half-expecting the importance of her endeavor to hold sway. "With such a rendezvous to look forward to, I<em>just</em>might be able to make it through the afternoon," he grinned, raking fingernails along her contours a few more times, as if to memorize her shape. "I'll be combing the ship, right enough, and I expect there won't be a surface or nook I<em>don't</em>evaluate and imagine with an eye towards claiming for our own. And if the best furnishings aren't readily apparent, perhaps we'll just have to try then in turn 'til we find our favorite. 'Til then, Rose, and to your setting things arights for our lady Sara!"<br/><br/>At the Coin on Edge, the slinkly slit-gowned sorceress pointed Rose down one hall, around the first corner of which Aria traipsed behind Sarda . His forearms crossed behind the back of his royal red robes, the wizardly whitebeared mused, "...and I won't be the only one, 'twill be tidings most bittersweet for our lady all around. Yet 'this the world's way that such news is what we most need, or at least, may be the most disadvantaged to remain without. Thus ever do we traipse on tiptoe the lip of pessimism's spiral, like a jester balancing on the edge of a coin, and..."<br/><br/>One of the reflections of Sara in a wall mirror turned its head to Rose's approach, then so did the real man. "And ye must be the over sending-named lass, and one in quite good spirits if I'm no mean judge."<br/><br/>Aria turned and beamed, "Rose!" obviously quite glad to see her; even though they'd only been acquainted or fighting alongside for a short fraction of the day, after their well-harmonized battles and similar strategic minds in between, it'd felt suddenly incomplete to be without her again. She squeezed Rose's upper arm. "I figured you'd get here with speed, regardless of...regardless!"<br/><br/>Sarda smiled genteelly, and looked at the shifter. "I, for my part, am likewise the one named in the sending back to you." He glanced over his shoulder into a room at the hall's end, through which could be seen a slightly concave table - as if made to hold a thin layer of water, almost like a broad birdbath. Behind it a tapestry, of a scene in a lightning-filled sky, with great ladies of respective moonlit and shadowed hues in some epic battle. Rose would recognize it as one another than a famous, opt-depicted scene - Selune and Shar, in primordial battle over light and dark itself at the very dawning of Aber-Toril.<br/><br/>Sarda looked back to Aria and Rose. After taking a puff of his levitating pipe, he ventured, "I must ask one question ere we speak or go further - and whatever the answer, we shall make do, honesty itself is the chief need here, or admittance of not knowing at all - have you felt any strange mind-tinglings since this began, have any you've crossed with escaped you with a thing or yours or knowledge of who you are - or do you otherwise think you might be scryed upon, either now or in the near future?"