> Rhio shook her head and closed the book. She got up,
> stretched, and wandered out into the Library.

> 'I really should make this place bigger. Some one might want
> to find something in here someday.' Sighing, she walked out of the
> Unfinished Stories, turned the page of reality and landed lightly on
> her feet in front of the bar.

> "Hiya! Can I get an Irish Coffee with Tullamore Dew and do
> you know if anyone has lost a gryphon?"

With a crack of displaced air, Rennyb appeared, his usually velvety
black robes brown with sand and dirt. He looked up at Rhio,
momentarily disoriented, then swiveled to take in Winter also. Dust
fell copiously as he moved... no great thing to one long-accustomed
to books, yet the gryphon sneezed once.

"Back again, eh?" The wizard chuckled, though at Rhio, Winter, or
himself none could guess.

"This place is possessed of a most curious power. It lies in torpor
for months, then the slightest activity draws me back into its
context." He looked down at himself, and brushed himself
off. "Regardless of what else I might've been up to," he added.

"Still... I'm here, and so may as well take a breather. What's Winter
got for a warlock lately come from poking about in forgotten desert
crypts? I'm parched."

Rennyb tipped a small pouch onto the bar, spilling an assortment of
exotic coins, crumpled notes, ore nuggets, gems, and the occasional
button or bottlecap onto the bar.

"And while I'm waiting on that, what've you and El Ravenlordo been up
to, Rhio? How went your All-Hallows?"