Rendena gone

Dirvy arrives, guided by an urchin, who nods to Dirvy and quickly takes off.
A malcontent glacier spirit floats in, following Dirvy.
A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

You wave to Dirvy.
Dirvy nods to you in greeting.

Dirvy picks up a radiant golden crown symbol bedizened with white opal drakes.
Dirvy softly asks, "Why do I know this symbol?"
Dirvy softly asks, "Did someone drop this?"

Dirvy rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Dirvy whispers, "I know there is in the Landing and Four Winds, not sure about here."
Dirvy's silver earring pulses with energy.  The pulsing fades and a glimmering silver amulet crested with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.
Angellos says, "Probably rendena before she left for good."

Dirvy softly asks, "For good?"

Dirvy softly asks, "As in not returning to Icemule?"

Angellos says, "Yeah she won't be seen again."

Dirvy softly asks, "Whyever not?"
Angellos says, "Left me her stuff."

Angellos says, "Long complicated story."

Dirvy softly says, "I like long complicated stories."
Dirvy tilts her head toward Angellos, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Angellos asks, "Let's go to at table?"
Motes of silvery light sparkle across Dirvy's skin, twinkling like stars, as she prepares a spell...
There is a bright flash and a pumpkin spice muffin with maple cream frosting appears in the air, then falls into Dirvy's right hand.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Dirvy's skin, twinkling like stars, as she prepares a spell...
There is a bright flash and a pumpkin spice muffin with maple cream frosting appears in the air, then falls to the ground.

Dirvy carefully places a pumpkin spice muffin with maple cream frosting on the ground.

>l at ang
You see Master Angellos the Nobleman.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall.  He appears to be very young.  He has deep-set pale marine blue eyes and sun-bronzed, golden brown skin.  He has short, golden brown hair swept with one stray strand near the eyes.  He has a chiseled, angular face, a well-defined hawkish nose and well-muscled shoulders and arms.
A ring of swirling wind surrounds him.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a tan leather backpack with a heavy suede bottom in his right hand.
He is wearing a majestic iron crown of stylized flames, a polished circular silver earring, a crystal amulet, a lion signet ring hung on a silver chain necklace, a high warlord's fortress key suspended from a silver necklace, a shiny gold key suspended on a neckchain, a smart black admiral's dresscoat, a flame-red cowled cloak pinned at the shoulder with a golden phoenix brooch, a handsome cranberry silk shirt, a perfect rosebud brushed with a fiery brilliance of crimson, a crimson silk sash covered in badges and medals, some bloodstone-set polished onyx cufflinks, a windswept oak tree pin, a pair of capacious white-feathered wings with high arches that descend to graceful points, a black cherry cotton vest secured with a thin onyx chain, some muscular black leather armor, some black vaalin-traced gauntlets with ebon mesh suede-palmed gloves beneath, a thin gold wreath-of-flames ring, a jewelled wedding band, a narrow swordbelt of glossy scarlet leather, a shuttered brass lantern charm, a small cogged clock backed in silver, some tight leather pants, some black leather boots with coiled silver across the toes, and a battle-worn red rolaren shield emblazoned with a golden phoenix.
Xanthras's group just went east.

Dirvy gently takes hold of Angellos's hand.

Executrix Dirvy's group just went east.