You say 'So, what *would* you do, then?'

Ryasyn says 'Scream, hide under my blanket.'

Ryasyn says 'Maybe cry a bit.'

You say 'I mean, erm, for a new event of sorts, not if Tsynr haunted you.'

Ryasyn says 'Oh.'

Ryasyn coughs loudly.

Ryasyn says 'I gues just a recipe contest.'
 
Ryasyn says 'Unless another chef can be grown out back.'

You say 'I'm sure if that's boring to you, we could come up with some way to spice things up.  Pun not intended.'

Ryasyn sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'Last I looked, no chef trees.'

Ryasyn says 'I'll go look again.'

Ryasyn says 'Just to make sure.'

Ryasyn leaves west.

 Etielise: All the fruit you could ever need, but Tsynr was a fruit of a different sort.

Ryasyn says 'He was the kind that fell from the tree a bit too hard.'

You say 'Poor fellow's not even here and we're roasting him.'

Ryasyn snickers softly.

Jakziim looks at Ryasyn.

Ryasyn says 'It's either that or try to remember all his redeeming qualities.'

Jakziim says to Ryasyn 'Well, I guess no more leering at you then.'

You say 'He could... cook.'

Jakziim looks at Bhael.

You say 'And he had fur.'

Bhael nods at Jakziim.

Ryasyn says to you 'He didn't smell TERRIBLE.'

Ryasyn says 'I mean, not good, but I could tolerate it.'

You say 'That's a step above some people.'

You nod wisely.

Jakziim looks at you.

You say 'He had...a tail.'

You nod wisely.

Ryasyn says 'Hell of a tail.'

You say 'Really was.'

You sniff sadly.

Ryasyn frowns.

Ryasyn says 'He could kill snakes.'

You say 'Could he?'

Jakziim says 'Is something amiss?'

Ryasyn points at you.

You say 'We're remembering good things about Tsynr.'

Ryasyn says 'There'a miss.'

You chuckle politely.

Jakziim says 'I thought you were talking about him.'

Ryasyn says 'He beat my snake form silly.'

You say 'I wasn't paying attention.'

Ryasyn says 'And I'm about as tough as snakes come.'

You say 'Think I was busy gloating about kicking the snot out of him myself.'

You say 'Yes, he made a wonderful punching bag for me.'

Ryasyn says 'We're yet to say something good.'

Ryasyn coughs loudly.

You slowly float to the ground.

You say 'This is all good!'

Jakziim says to you 'Most do, do they not?'

You say to Jakziim 'Oh, you'd be surprised.'

You say 'Okay. For real then.'

You say 'He was great to have around.'

Ryasyn nods.

Jakziim says 'He had a wonderful sense of adventure.'

You say 'It was hard to frown around him, since he was so lively.'

Ryasyn says 'Fun to compete with.'

You nod at Ryasyn.

Ryasyn says 'I felt bad 'cos I would always win.'

You say 'You two had the best banter I've heard yet.'

Ryasyn says ''Cos I was better.'

You raise your glass and propose a toast.

Jakziim raises a bottle of wine.

Intently, Ryasyn peers at a jigger of the 'Good Stuff', inspecting its quality.

You say 'To our lost fuzzy Herald.'

You drink dandelion wine from a bottle of gnome wine.
You feel tipsy.

Jakziim drinks wine from an emerald bottle of rose wine.
 
Ryasyn drinks firebreather from a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.
 
Ryasyn drinks firebreather from a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.
 
Ryasyn drinks firebreather from a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.
 
Jakziim drinks wine from an emerald bottle of rose wine.
 
Ryasyn drinks firebreather from a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.
 
Ryasyn drinks firebreather from a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.
 
Ryasyn drinks firebreather from a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.

You blink innocently at Ryasyn.
 
Ryasyn says 'Haad too driink foor eeveeryoonee noot preesseent.'
 
Ryasyn nods sagely in your direction, seeming wise.

Ryasyn drops a jigger of the 'Good Stuff'.
 
Ryasyn sacrifices a jigger of the 'Good Stuff' to the gods.

You say 'Well, now you're just going to throw up.'

Jakziim plays a last few notes on a cracked gourd rattle, looking satisfied.

Ryasyn says 'Ceeleenaaii, Tuubby, Tssynr...'