#debukefarmhold

After the reactions to the rise of the new chieftain, the claps and so on, and then the moment of gratitude over the meal to come... well, everything breaks into conversations and chatter, even among stoic trolls. And Zara sees Mr. DeVere has come out of the edges working his way towards the purple covered table.

Zara, of course, makes her way to meet and greet - hand on her chest, a deep bow, a smile and deference to the elder.

A returned gesture, and thin dark smile, "how fare thee, miss zara"

"Well enough, Mister DeVere - pleased to be so accomodated, nu? And kosher, to boot!"

"quite thoughtful of them, I find trolls really are eager to please in their way. "

"Aye. The DeBukes are good people." She daintily fills a plate.

mr. DeVere sighs wistfully, "Agreed. I do worry about them at times, but with a nudge here and there, observant eyes watching the step"

"Aye. What would they do without us?"

"one shudders to imagine"

A look, then "Earl is looking happy. I believe I know where credit is due there." a proud look, "his work continues to have its admirers. "

She smiles. "He is quite gifted."

"He is, and, word is known by some, that his paramour has proven herself as adept at the task of librarian as he as artist. if I might, miss velvet is a touch in awe of you. fine young lass, and perhaps not jaded enough for full insight, but her praise of you bordered on effusive. she explained to me that you were the most poignant sluagh in the area of Earthrunes with the possible exception of Mr. Gluminnski himself, and perhaps even then"

She pinks. "Velvet is too kind. Has she spoken to you of her death studies?"

"She has, she seems most fixed on the final fate of arcadian sidhe, but she's a courteous girl and was quite riveted when I told her of the passing of the former chief here, Harvald. I do miss Harvald at times. He was too rigid,and could never forgive.... yet his tenacity and resolve were admirable. The man was like a hero in a tragedy, doomed by his flaws but also raised by them" his whispers meaning it's unlikely any Debukes will here "Miss Velvet wants word if he'll return. though she, being young, did get a bit too bold in her speculation. Lively minded that one" a chuckle

"Aye - well, I have met one who is reborn, into a family that knew her former life. It is... difficult... and she is young."

"Ah, if it might be said?" Curious dark eyes

"A troll childling, who was once a Mountain - and an old grey man."

"Ah, my thanks" A sip "Miss Velvet's boldness was to speculate that if you and Earl should ever choose to procreate, that there were good odds a child, if he or she be troll, might be an old DeBuke soul reborn. Obviously there are factors she does not know about, and I did, on your behalf, scold the girl lightly for discusing your future personal affairs even in in the interest of study. she was properly contrite." Payment for the news on Gerd ?

"I... I am not ready yet to consider that..."

"Indeed, and hence my chastisement, but now I fear I am guilty of the same ill manners. my apologies' He inclins his head "how may I myself make amends?"

"Join Earl and myself for our repast? He would be glad to see you."

"this is hardly a price, but an honor," he inclines his head. gratitude, yes. With a fellow sluagh here, others will assume he is there chiefly for zara, nnot also to speak to his blood. "Shall I get the absinthe for us all?"

"That would be delightful. I do not get it often, but it is a terribly romantic libation..."

"A poet's muse in bottle form, I've heard it called" He inclines his head and retrieves.

"The green fairy!" And so Zara makes her way back to her love.

Earl takes her in, having found a spot not too far from Clem but not so close that it has no way to escape a mob.

Very soon, Mr. Devere approaches, why of course there's room for three.

Absinthe is poured, and a most pleasant haven in the din is found.

(End Slice of a scene)