Nashkel

Dieter gives a quarter bow in response. Dieter decides to sit a corner booth and write a little in his note book.

Stella notices Dieter, still soaked, and bits her lip. "Oh, um..." She raises the hand she was shielding her face with to magically dry his face, but Aiwë does it first.

She starts to nod along to Aiwë's words, lips still pursed, then realizes her jabs. "No, I just didn't—Ughh!" She growls, eye stars a frustrated orange and huffs a sigh as Aiwë cackles and heads away.

She glances back at Dieter, eye stars turning blue, with specks of embarrassed pink. She clears her throat and forces a smile. "Thanks for making iced cream with me!" she says to the young warrior. "It seems it turned out quite good. We'll have to make some more sometime."

She glances around awkwardly for a moment. "Well! I'm...going to get some studying done," she says. She heads to the innkeeper to pay for her and her companions' rooms, then goes to head for her room.

Aldous Silvershield, Aldous Silvershield... she commits to memory.

"It was my pleasure Stella, I’d recommend that you and Aiwë share a room as should Sheemish, Runeson, and I share a room with each other. It’s safer that way" Dieter says before retreating to his corner.

Aldous puts a hand on Stella's arm to steady her, then pulls back quickly when he sees she's alright. "Erm, yes! Well, I'm sure you would sound lovely. I could smash my viol in that chamber and it would be pleasant to the ears. Not that I'm comparing your voice to a smashed viol! I just mean to say that even your voice would sound better in the Palace. Because it's already very nice, and... Lathander's Birth, what a mess! Erm, excuse me..."
Aldous glances over his shoulder in surprise, face red, and nearly trips on his own cane. "Goodnight, Stel....la...?" He ducks his head sheepishly and leaves.