Logfile from Nerak.

/`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\ Tonight is the night! The Hall has been busy in preparation for Ageron's farewell, and tonight Healers from across Ista Isle, along with various rankers from other Halls and the Hold, gather to say goodbye (and good riddence?) to the Masterhealer. Don't forget: pre-RP starts at 5 pm MOO, and the real festivities get kicking at 5 pm MOO. \./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./`\./

[Healer Chat] Kiriya: In the HGH.

Magen's stomach suddenly growls. The first course of what promises to be a wonderful dinner, is now being served. Smiling, she catches Kiriya waving her arms at someone, trying to gain their attention, but Magen's eyes are drawn to a distinguished looking man, in a black robe, sitting beside a Vinter Master.

Tonalie lifts her head from her hands as a large plate of greens is placed in front of her. Morallen's waggling eyebrows are noted through slitted eyes. oooOOOOooo... he's gonna pay for this later. She lifts a fork and deftly spears a leaf, sagging in relief at Aerrin's announcement. Maybe she can slip away after the presentations.

Ageron has busied himself with announcing various things importantly to those Masters seated on either side of him with glowing eyes as he spears a few greens - the salad, as appetizer, is first course, of course - and raises them to his lips. Any chance to show off knowledge while enjoying such food is to be savored, of course.

Nerak walks belatedly into the Hall, just having gotten off of Infirmary duty. She slips into the room as quietly as she can and looks around to see where she can sit. She sees that the man of the hour is at the head of the table, and all of the chairs around him are filled, so she looks to the other end of the table, and hopes to find an empty chair.

Ellora loves greens, anything that comes out of the ground, not only are they absolutely wonderful by themselves, but they make everything else taste that much better.

Khaneos glances up in time to catch Aerrin's look - and something of a secretive smile is unveiled at the Istan. He leans back to better accomodate the server, offering up what appears to be a rare choice of words -- at the server, of course. A murmur of thanks? Appears to be. The server does pause, though, before moving down the line. Khaneos stays oblivious to whomever might watch him, pausing to wait for those on the dais to eat before starting, himself. With an oddly precise manner of fork and knife, the black-robed man starts his salad, attentively listening to the small talk about him. Even the barrel-chested Vintner Master's pratters apparently gain his ear.

Morallen fully intends to pay. With interest, if necessary. The journeyman gives the headwoman a meaningful smirk, before turning his attention to his supper. Magen's gaze is followed with idle interest, since it's such an intense one, and he notes offhandedly that "That's Master Khaneos, if I don't miss my guess. One of the people in the Fort power structure when I was there, for all he's quiet." before munching at his lettuce and holding out his glass to a passing server.

Jueann smiles as the drudges start serving. She is thankful someone filled her wine glass for her. Raising her glass in salute to the hostess and guest of honor, she takes a sip. Hmmmm... good stuff May-nerd.

Teobald continues his slow circuit, fiddling idly with his formal robe now and then as if he's really not comfortable wearing it. He finally slides into an empty seat and nods to the others at the table as he joins in with the first course.

Jeranium and Janlis have been behaving! Mostly because they're eating, the elderly Jeranium grumbling in his corpulent way about the salad being too healthy, and Janlis eating in quick, neat bites with most of his attention focused on other tasks, the shrewd gaze of the professional historian no doubt showing a mind recording the goings-on for later scribing.

Aerrin digs into her own salad with a distinct sense of relief. Her part, for now, is done. The dinner has started, Ageron is seated - and apparently, happy - and the apprentices appear to be behaving themselves. And there's food. That's always a plus.

Nerak sees an empty seat near Morallen, Magen and some of her other healer friends. She sits down at a chair that is being served the salad course. She thanks the drudge, then reaches to take a sip of her wine. She whispers to the people sitting next to her, "Hello, sorry I'm late, I had Infirmary duty. Did I miss anything important?" She takes a taste of her salad, which is very good... Nice dinners are great to have every once in a while!

Saadni grumbles and eats. She, of course, turns completely happy -- blissful, even -- three bites in. Rabbit food loving freak. Ahem. Taking a pause to sip at her fruit juice, the young woman's lingering gaze affixes to everyone. Even the annoying Vintner way up yonder-ways gets her gaze. Okay, okay, perhaps her gaze bugs a bit as she takes in the sight of Lared. After all, it's not every day she gets to see her uncle. Even at formal functions. Vintners and Healers simply don't work together - unless it's handing out hangover cures. Of course.

Happy? Ageron is in his /element/! Somehow between stories and ancedotes, the Masterhealer has managed to make most of his salad disappear, and he's already shooting speculative glances toward the door the servers are hovering near, as if wondering what else could be stored in there for consumption. It doesn't occupy him for long, though - not when he has such a willing - or captive - audience.

Jueann picks at her food. Although it is good, she just doesn't have the appetite like she used to. She wants to appear to be polite. She does answer and chat with her dinner partners in quiet tones.

Tonalie begins to breath a little slower as the first course seems to have made it to the tables without incident. Her mind wanders over the menu as she nibbles delicately on her salad, a worried thought about that cold dessert being dismissed as naughty thoughts directed Morallen's way push it aside. She pulls the fork through her lips slowly before winking his way. Yes...you /are/ in trouble.

Magen looks up and smiles at Journeyman Nerak as she takes a seat. Finishing the last mouthful of greens, she washes it down with juice, leaving the others to fill her in on what she has missed. With her eyes rolling skyward, she gives away nothing.

Pity Morallen's not telepathic. Naughty thoughts from Tonalie indeed! But he's not, so he's oblivious to the depths of any plotting from the Headwoman's office directed his way. At least until the wink. He widens his eyes a bit at that in reply, smirks, and goes back to eating his salad, the picture of innocence. "Oh, not much," he assures Nerak, skewering the last of the greens on his plate. "Just the standard pomp and ceremony that goes along with finding a seat at this sort of shindig. The real fun is yet to come."

As Aerrin finishes her salad, she glances around the Hall, noting the progress of the gathered on their first course. After a moment, she stands, clears her throat, and lifts a fork to tap with a ringing cling against her glass. "Your attention, please!" she requests. Several moments are given for the murmurs of conversation to fade into silence, and Aerrin shifts to smile at Khaneos. "We have a visitor with us today. Master Khaneos, from Fort." Another moment is given to allow that information to sink in.. for all relevant parties.. before she adds, "He has a few words to say. And, I believe, a gift."

Nerak looks at Magen and gives her a smile, glad to be seeing familiar faces again... after hours of being in an infirmary with countless faces going by with colds, sniffles, bar fight injuries... She smiles at Morallen and the others, and her eyes raise at the interplay between 'rallen and Tonalie. "Good, I'm glad I didn't miss much, and to tell the truth, I'm glad I missed the pomp and circumstance!" She quiets down as she hears Aerrin clink her glass and turns to look at the MasterHealer. She hears where the Healer Master is from "Fort? He's from Fort?" hmmm, interesting. She wonders what kind of gift it might be... This should be interesting.

Magen leans back in her chair to get a better look around the room. Listening to Master Aerrin call attention, she, like all the rest in the hall, turns to look at Master Khaneos. Nodding to Morallen, whispering, "You were right." and adding, "He doesn't look too jovial for the occasion, does he?"

Watching and listening and generally absorbing all the useless nonsense of chitchat, Khaneos effectively divides his attention neatly between his plate and the talk. Unhindered by speaking, himself, he eats quickly and deftly, finishing off his greens far faster than most - even if he's not inhaling it like some. Khaneos sips at his wine, leaning back against his chair, gaze fixing upon the dais - with much more intensity to the focus of his eyes than previously. Then, with an easy smile, he gracefully rises, inclining his chin in a nod to affirm Aerrin's words. A deep, rich, rolling bass echo's out as he speaks, "Indeed, Master Aerrin, I do." With that, he ignore the fishgapey-ness of Lared, and sweeps past the table to ascend to the dais. Must be close to present a gift, you know. "Masterhealer Ageron," he announces, deep tone grave, "It is my honor -- nay, my priviledge -- to be here today, to be in the company of which I am. But before I offer you the gift from all of us at Fort, I do wish to address the Hall." A slight smile - nearly crafty; "May I?"

Jueann looks up,as her hand rest on the stem of her glass. She appears interested in the proceedings.

Ageron's eyes go wide at Aerrin's announcement, and slowly, color begins to drain from his face as he shoots a somewhat frantic glance down the table at the visiting Master. Perhaps he can feign illness? Mm... probably not the best plan amid so many Healers. Well, then. There is only one thing to do. With as much ceremony as he can muster - and that's quite a bit - he draws himself up and gives one of his Masterhealerish smiles. He's pulled this off for sevendays. Some visiting Master from Fort isn't going to stop him now. His head inclines in a small nod, allowing Khaneos to speak. "Please to, son, please do," he intones. "We're all interested in what you have to say, I'm sure."

Ellora sits with her hands in her laps, her attention turned avidly towards the dais, though it tends to stray towards the doorway through which the food should come. A nearby apprentice offers to give her his greens and, eyes brightening, she holds her plate out towards him.

Tonalie shifts in her seat, her face a picture of concentration and innocence. Even as she slides her feet to the side of her chair and tugs on her new dress with a flick of the wrist, letting the material slide apart at the slit, exposing a liberal amount of shapely leg. A blink, a smirk, and she leans forward to rest on her elbows, with eyes only for this master from Fort.

Kiriya eyes Khaneos, because he looks... like he ought to be eyed. Really.

"He never does," replies Morallen to Magen, although his affable expression has dropped to reveal cool consideration over Khaneos' words and phrasing, looking remarkably like his sister as a keen intellect that generally stays purposefully hidden comes to the fore while Rall attempts to figure out just what's going on. "But he doesn't often make speeches. Why'd they send him /here/?" he wonders, oblivious even to the leg being flashed in his direction. Dude. Now /that's/ concentration.

Saadni stares at Khaneos. Dude. Who does this guy think he is -- and honestly, what does he think /hee's/ going to do? The apprentice looks half-impatient, half-interested; she sips at her fruitjuice and blinks repetatively.

Aerrin settles back down in her seat, eyes fixed on the pair with a smile of anticipation. It's time. She, you see, knows what's going on, and she's relishing every moment of this.

Magen looks around the hall, a hall that has been divided for days now. Half believing Ageron to be the MasterHealer, and the other half believing him to be a fraud. It has broken a few friendships made in the apprentice dorms. Her own beliefs held in check, afraid of upsetting the apple cart. A no win situation! Taking another look at those at the table, she is unable to read their minds. "Boy will some be surprised!"

Shaking her head slowly. Nerak watches the dais in interest. This Master Healer surely must know the MasterHealer, being fromt the same hold... This should proove interesing. "Hmm, With them from the same place, they should know each other... I wonder what the gift will be?" She looks over to Aerrin and notes the smile, not at all upset as she has tended to be lately...

Teobald turns to watch the goings-on up at the dais with a highly thoughtful look as he sips from his glass of wine. Blue eyes twinkle now and then as he smiles, perhaps in anticipation, perhaps in impatience. You never can tell with Teo.

Ellora is, of course, still oblivious, as she works her way through her second helping of greens. She does sense the tention in the air, especially at the Masters' tables, but the reason is beyond her, at the moment.

Khaneos smiles benevolently at Ageron. "Are you quite alright, Masterhealer? You suddenly look... under the weather," he states, tone laconic but polite. Then, without waiting so much as a moment for the man who had the indignity of calling the grey-haired man 'son', he sweeps into a graceful turn to address the hall. "Healers of Ista," he states, and that powerful voice is suddenly utilized as the sharp edge of a blade, cutting through the air with crisp professionalism that isn't seen too often in speeches, "..honored guests.." He winks -- he /winks/! -- at the avidly watching table, "I would like to thank you all for managing to make it tonight. Before I forget, I would like to offer the greatest and highest praise that I, myself, am capable of to this Hall. It has been probably the cleanest-running operation I have seen in a good long while, and while I must accredit some of that to the--" And with this, his smile intensifies as his eyes do, "--appearance of the Masterhealer, I do believe that this probably reflects more on the hall than it does with his arrival. I do hope to return for visits to his fair hold and hall, and I do hope that my observations have not been for naught." /That's/ his speech? Apprantly, for the man's turning, and striding towards Ageron. "From myself, and all of the Masters here at Ista, I would like to offer you a farewell gift." And from the depths of his robe, he takes out something -- something paper-wrapped -- and offers it to Ageron with a downright cunning grin.

Nerak finishes her salad, and her wine, and asks for more wine while waiting for the next course. The tension in the room is almost palpable at this point... She keeps her attention fully on the dais and the Healer Master. She grins at his speech and chuckles at his wink, though wonders what he is leading up to... She notes the look on the MasterHealer's face, and notes his palor in a professional capacity. She also notices that he appears to be sweating? She wonders what it all means and when the revelation will happen!

Magen's raised brow and gaping mouth, shows a total look of shock. "I don't believe this. This isn't at all what I was expecting. I'm going to have to apologize to quite a few, if this Ageron is really the MasterHealer. I'd have bet my robes he wasn't a healer at all."

Morallen is neither confirming or denying the rumours and wagers being whispered all around him. Nope, he's sitting there with his chair pushed back slightly from the table, tracing his jawline with an idle finger and considering. "Shhh..." he encourages his seatmates. "I want to hear what happens next."

Ageron recieves the speech with remarkable decorum and offers a condenscending little nod every few words. A frown creases his features as discussion about his affect on the Hall rolls past, and he looks for a moment as if he might object before his expression shifts to resigned and he settles back in his chair. Hey. Isn't this supposed to be a speech in his /honor/? Any signs of "illness" have faded, to be replaced by his customary self-assurance and cocky confidence. As the visiting Healer winds down, Ageron stands, slowly and with ceremony, and smiles. "Thank you, son," he notes, managing to stick the condenscending title in once more. He extends his hand, taking the wrapped gift with a smile that indicates it's only what he deserves, and swiftly pulls the wrapping off - to reveal a neat set of handcuffs.

Teobald switches from a faint smile to a rather amused smirk, an almost sharp shimmer in his dark blue eyes as he catches sight of the 'cuffs. "Very nice touch," he murmurs faintly, lifting his glass slightly as if in toast towards the masters assembled at the front of the room.

[Healer Chat] Seya snorts.

Saadni nearly rockets from her seat. Hands clamp -over- her mouth to restrain the howl of (joyful?) shock, and she almost topples. Luckily, though, she catches herself before she can thud onto the floor. Luckily. Eyes are bugging out, jaw's dropped behind the hands -- oh yes. She might faint pretty soon. Or start dancing in the aisles.

Nerak is quite surprised to see the flash of metal come from the wrappings on the dais. "Can you see what it is? I can't see from this angle??" She hears the collective gasp from the crowd and tries to strain herself to see past the crowd... "I see the metal flashing, but what is it? Morallen? Magen? What do you see?" Her view is being blocked by a tall healer-type person sitting in front of her...

And suddenly, marching with military precision, a quartet of the Ista Hold Guard appear in the Great Hall, crisp in undress uniform and drilled to perfection, swords, daggars and other sharp pointy objects gleaming from scabbards and sheathes. They advance down the central aisleway, split at the foot of the head table and leave two waiting, and one each heading around the sides to each take hold of one of Ageron's arms and pin them behind his back, one turning to ask "Healer Master Khaneos? At your orders sir?" in a bass rumble.

"It's.... handcuffs, Nerak," Kiriya says, standing up and craning her neck to see. That astonished look on her face quickly drops into an evil-looking, almost satanic smirk as the Ista Hold Guard comes in to take Ageron away.

"So he's an impostor, is he... I thought there was something funny about him." Ellora frowns as she's jostled from side to side by apprentices jockeying for position to see just what the Masterhealer has been presented with. All murmured questions are answered, however, when the Guard appears. Her eyes widen and she follows their march straight up to the dais with an astonished expression. "Are they going to arrest the Masterhealer?" she asks the apprentice nearest her.

"Handcuffs," reports Morallen, the lanky journeyman moving his chair in and out of the way of the marching Guards. "And Guardsmen, apparently," he adds on, master of the obvious that he is. "Hah."

Jueann blinks and stands, seeing the guards. For a moment, she's replaying her own experiences with the guards, a dinner and the late unlamented Poirot. She looks a bit unsettled as she looks around for an exit.

Magen gasps, and then nodding her head slowly, she announces to those nearest. "I knew it! Look! Handcuffs! Hearing something at the far end of the hall, she stands to get a better look. A full military guard advancing to the dais. Suddenly wanting not to draw any attention to herself, she sits back down.

Tonalie blinks and leans closer to verify the object, standing in the process. Unfortunately the drudges take that as a signal to begin the next course. "No! Stop! She barks, waving a hand impatiently, though obviously not in time. The first wave of drudges runs into the flailing arms and chairs of those jockeying apprentices and add the sound of screams and crashing trays and breaking glass to the general hubbub. The second wave, heading toward the front, don't fair much better.

Nerak looks astonished, "HANDCUFFS!" is yelled, almost triumphantly. She had a feeling, as most of the healers did, and she was one of the ones who had been ... um... punished for speaking badly of the now unveiled false MasterHealer. "I knew it. There is no way that those herbs or body parts that he was speaking of wouldn't be in the books in the Records room!" Her smile is now covering her whole face as she watches the mayhem of the Istan Guards troop in!

Aerrin looks quite smug from her chair, but she's not saying anything to add to the situation. She's only here for backup. It's Khaneos's show, now, and... /what/ just happened over there? Her eyes flick toward the drudges in horror, then back toward the front.. it was going so /well./

Jueann blinks as she stands, giving Aerrin a bit of a bow, "If... If you'll excuse me....?"

Ellora squeaks as she's suddenly in the chaos of shrieking apprentices gone from jockeying to retreating and the clash of spilled trays and even more screaming from the servants who'd been carrying them. She ducks under the table. No safer place than under a table.

Jeranium is leaning over and banging his seatmate, one of the Vintner Masters, on the shoulder with a resounding force. "Did you see that, my boy? Now there's one for a ballad not even those imbecilic apprentices in Junior Orchestra could mess up. Ha!"

Janlis merely offers his exuberant Craftmate a thin smile. "Would you sit down, man? Your backside is obstructing my view of the proceedings."

Ageron glances around, managing a very credible look of confusion as he dangles the handcuffs. "What? What is this? What is going on?" He glances down the table at familar Masters, and then his head whips frontward, eyes widening as the guards approach and take hold of him. "Re/lease/ me!" he demands pompously. "I am the Masterhealer of Pern, and you have no right to lay hands on me!"

Jueann carefully maneuvers around the guards, hoping they won't face her. After all, she was cleared of all charges but one may never know. She motions for the other harpers to stay put but she needs to escape. Jueann walks to the Healer Passage.

Lared, the unfortunate Vintner Master to get the resounding force of Jeranium's whap, is too busy smirking at Ageron. "That is the best thing I've seen happen all Turn!" Cough.

Kiriya can't help but break out laughing. Really, she can't. She's getting quite a laugh from this. So what if she stands out?

Khaneos rocks back on his heels, hands clasped behind his back. Gaze doesn't waver from Ageron as he replies to the guards, "Put him under arrest and hold him for trial," he softly -- /so/ softly -- states to the guards, eyes pinned upon Ageron. Then, louder - over the din of the murmurs and the general chaotic scene of the hall, he very nearly booms out, "Put him under arrest," with bass tonage deep with untouched anger, "For impersonation of the Masterhealer of Pern!" He'll let the shockwaves ripple out now.

Magen can't help but feel sorry for Ageron. He did have us fooled. And, at Healer Hall's expense. The pandemonium erupting in front, for all to see, was beginning to look hilarious. Drudges and guards colliding. "Is it time to run?" Asks Magen to her fellow healers.

Glee and vindication suddenly fill Journeywoman Nerak's face. Now she has been vindicated, as has her mentee, the former healer Jassay. Aerrin is sure to allow her back in to the hall now! She looks with amazement at the goings-on over on the dais. "That is great! Now everyone knows that he is an imposter! We were right..." is all she can say between laughs. "We were right..." She turns to Magen, "No, I'm not running, I want to see the whole thing... down to the last detail!" (Does anyone notice she is almost standing on her chair so that she can see better? Journeyman Nerak, in her gather fancy dress, standing on a chair... how unladylike...)

The Guards are well trained, perhaps not the sharpest tacks in the box, otherwise at their age they'd be sergeants, but there's a general impression of armourality about them, with strong overtones of helmetness. Ageron is going no-where but a nice jail cell. In the pandemonium, the Guard who spoke gives Khaneos a nod, the Guard with the handcuffs applies them with audible snapping clicks, and they proceed to drag him back around the table to where their fellows wait, forming a diamond-patrol as they attempt to march him out as quickly as possible, what with the drudges colliding and all.

Ageron isn't going easily. "You have no right to take me!" he declares, dragging his heels as neccessary. "/Prove/ it! I am the Masterhealer of Pern, and I resent the implication that some imposing upstart can waltz in here and have his word taken over mine!" Ah. A challenge. Is Khaneos up to it, or will Ageron simply be dragged away, with no chance at a public defense?

"Well, if Ageron isn't the MasterHealer, then who the blazes is? Does anyone know?" Magen looks around the room, looking for Master Aerrin. "I can't believe that no one knows what the MasterHealer looks like." Then waiting for Master Khaneos to continue, she sits down once again.

Allerant's eyes strayed to Kiriya, before his facial features dittoed hers. Watching the people run into each other and the seemingly deliberate insanity up front brought laughter to the apprentice's eyes. In fact, the laughter isn't even brief, it's quite sound, before he hushes himself slowly and cranes his neck to better see. "... Innovation! Why doesn't anyone know what the Masterhealer looks like, anyway?" Shrug.

Morallen is wearing a wide and manic grin of sheer unholy delight with the proceedings, still settled comfortably in his chair and letting the hubbub bub around him. "Oh, I'm sure it'll all be sorted out," he states mildly to Magen, glancing around and trying to spot Tonalie amongst the chaos. "One way or another. Master Khaneos is too sharp to pull this as a joke." A whisper travels along the apprentice tables, a few words making themselves loudly audible. "No.. they knew.. Masterhealer Talmer... said he was replaced....new Masterhealer... some backwater hold..."

Nerak tries to shush the clamor around her... "Shhh, I'd like to hear what they have to say... This is great!" She realizes that the rest of the crowd is settling down, or trying to anyways, and starts to do so herself, but is the last in her area to be standing on her chair... She realizes this and quickly and deftly jumps off of her chair, almost colliding with someone next to her... a quick "Sorry" is added, but her eyes are still heading towards the dais.

Tonalie is torn between the horrific scene in the back that seems to be slowly creeping up the sides of the hall and the blustering of Ageron. A particularly loud crash causes her to wince before hopping onto the table to escape a large tray rolling up the center aisle on edge to clatter soundly on one of the guards toes.

Chuckling, Magen looks around at the mess on the floor, and adding to the whispers. "What was the second course, does anyone know that?"

Nerak looks down at Magen and chuckles... "You're worried about the /food/ at this time? Hehe, I wish I wasn't so interested in this outcome..."

Ellora peeks out between legs and feet to get a good look at the Masterhealer being dragged away. The pronouncement comes as a bit of a surprise for the apprentice, though she does note to herself that he didn't know the first thing about her precious herbs. She sticks her tongue out in his direction, knowing he can't see it.

Khaneos has the grace to look affronted. "Well," he drawls, "It just might be that I was sent from Fort Hall -by- the Masterhealer," he loudly proclaims, one shoulder lifting and falling in a dignified shrug. Take that. "That, and I have an eyewitness -- a person from a caravan," he states, tone grave as always. "Does the name of Sarinlai strike your memory? Because, you know, -she- -- and the rest of her caravan -- says you've been traveling with Pesolt caravan for the last /five turns/." And that. And that.

[Healer Chat] Nerak: is not laughing /at/ Magen, just her interest in the food... hehe...

[Healer Chat] Magen laughs

[Healer Chat] Aerrin: Uh huh. ;)

[Healer Chat] Magen: do we still have one under the tables and one on top of the tables?

[Healer Chat] Nerak: ok... I'm laughing at her... she has food on her shirt! hehe... take that! hehe j/k

[Healer Chat] Ellora is still hiding.

"Soup, apparently, according to Tonalie." replies Morallen, tipping back onto the back legs on his chair and pulling at his robes before resting one sandal'd foot on the opposing, spread, knee, looking utterly casual and smirking quite happily as the banquet crashes down around everyone's ears.

Ageron's expression pales again, and he evidently doesn't have anything to say to that. He allows himself to be escorted a few more steps before he comes to his senses and quickly denies - though it's obvious that the names affected him - "Sarinlai? Never heard of her. Never... I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about." Despite his fighting words, his tone says it all quite clearly: he can't argue against the existence of the /real/ Masterhealer. He was so close. /So/ close!

[Healer Chat] Aerrin grins. Evil Ageron. Tsk.

[Healer Chat] Nerak: hehehe.... mwahahahahahahaa.... he deserves it!

[Healer Chat] Ellora sniffs. I want my soup.

[Healer Chat] Aerrin grins and hugs. You guys rock.

[Healer Chat] Nerak: saves a bowl of soup for Ellora...

[Healer Chat] Ellora: Yay!

"Come along, sir," one of the Guards rumbles, not unkindly, as they continue to haul Ageron away after that brief pause. "No sense making a bigger fool of yourself," counsels another. "Yup." replies the third. "S'right," the fourth. Now that's just sad, when the people arresting you pity you.

Nerak watches keenly as the guards take Ageron away. She doens't realize her face is in a full grin... teeth showing and all. She /knew/ he was a fraud. She sits back down in her chair and takes a deep breath after the parade goes by her. This has been some night! "Yes, he is acting a fool. I wonder how Aerrin put this all together? She does look rather smug, as she should. With all he has put us through, and cost the Hall... I wonder who is going to pay for all of his clothing and such..."

Magen smiles. A smug smile. Turning to everyone at the table she whispers. "Wait until Jassay hears about this! Boy will she be @(*#&$." Mumbling the last of her statement. Her eyes as big as saucers.

Khaneos simply lets the comments hang onto the air -- although he /does/ glance over to Aerrin, before offering a gesture to all up on the dais. A slight smirk, and he leans over, snags the wrapping paper in which the handcuffs were wrapped, and neatly folds it into a square. Tucking it away in his robes, he absentmindedly bows towards the table, before turning and promptly - walking down the dais, turning and walking /by/ the gaping, talking, gossiping people, and taking his seat again, where he proceeds to -- what else? -- eat his soup.

The chaos around the apprentice tables slowly dies and Ellora comes out of hiding, eyeing the damage around her. She sighs. All that lovely soup wasted.

Aerrin stands abruptly, with a sudden movement intended to draw eyes toward her. "Ageron," she begins, pointedly not using his 'title,' "Since you have arrived at this Hall, we have been in contact with Fort Healer Hall and, shortly thereafter, Masterhealer Talmer, who was regrettably unable to visit as expected. We have since found among your belongings a note from the Healer Hall informing us of his change of plan, and we believe that you intercepted it in order to continue to decieve the Istan Hall and to take advantage of us." She pauses, and her smile is almost vindictive. "As such, you will stand trial for impersonation and some sort of.. compensation.. will be decided, in order to pay back the expenses you have incurred while here. Including this dinner." Hey, might as well milk it, right? Her eyes flick away from the restrained man to settle across the Hall. "All official actions performed by you will be reviewed by the Masters of this Hall." That includes classes, credits, and... promotions. Her eyes flick back to the gaurds and a distraught, pale Ageron. "You can take him away now."

Tonalie joins the general gaping of the room from her perch upon the table, though more astounded by the fact that /his/ soup actually made it to his seat than by his identity. A shaky hand runs through her hair before she clambers down off the table and slips and slide to a side wall. Well, at least she escaped the seat...

Trau saunters in and emits a little gasp at all of the activity in the Great Hall. Looking just a little confuzzled, of course, as he has no idea what's going on.

Morallen suddenly looks less insouciant at the mention of promotions, the lanky young man tipping forward again and looking over at Tonalie, a flash of real worry in eyes that suddenly aren't laughing at all.

Nerak grins at Magen "I intend to tell her as soon as this is all over! She was right... as were we all! I just /know/ she'll come back to the hall now. I wonder if Aerrin means that too... though she was not 'kicked out' of the hall, she still left because of him." She looks worriedly over towards Morallen... "Promotions too? I'm sure they'll keep yours, Morallen. You deserve it!" She looks around some more and sees Trau, the Healer hall's newest apprentice. "Come on over here, Trau. You seemed to have joined us at a most chaotic time!" She laughs. She proceeds to tell him what had happened this evening.

[Healer Chat] Nerak: Trau, so, do you know what is going on??

[Healer Chat] Aerrin pssts. ICly you would at least.

[Healer Chat] Trau: But OOCly, no.

Magen looks around the table, and notices Morallen's worried look. "Oh, oh. I hope that's not a problem for you, Morallen. Is it? No. You got your promotion based on your abilities. You earned it. I'm sure all of us agree with that." Smiling at Trau as he listens to Nerak's unbelievable tale.

[Healer Chat] Trau: Ageron is a phony, that's all I know.

You paged Trau with: Nerak pages, "ok... we've had this guy, Ageron, at the hall. He has been telling us that he is the new Masterhealer. We took him in, believing that he was who he said he was. He was rude, mean and nasty to all of the apprentices and brownnosing the journeymena and masters."

Morallen isn't going to be that easily comforted. He reaches over and takes a sip of someone's forgotten wine. "/You/ know that, and I know that... The questions is, will masters like Khaneos know that. You didn't know me when I was at Fort," the quasi-reformed beach bum states, gaze still trying to find Tonalie.

[Healer Chat] Aerrin: That's pretty much what there is to know. ;) Formal dinner, saying goodbye to him. Now in soup-spilling choas.

[Healer Chat] Trau: Okay. I wanna spill soup! No wait, y'all will probably make me clean the whole thing up anyway.

You paged Trau with: Nerak pages, "he also used healer hall money to buy himself fancy clothing, etc... now he's just been revealed a phony! hehe"

[Healer Chat] Nerak: hehe... spoken by a true apprentice! hehe

[Healer Chat] Ellora laughs.

[Healer Chat] Magen smiles...yup, that what new appies do!

[Healer Chat] Magen hands Trau a mop, bucket and frilly apron!

[Healer Chat] Nerak: oh yess, he must have the frilly apron! hehe

Ageron watches Aerrin with venom in his gaze as he, apparently, gives up all pretense, but he's silent, offering no more excuses or denials. When next the gaurds move to haul him off, he goes easily. He'll find a way out of this. He will. Somehow.

[Healer Chat] Trau grumbles and shouldn't have mentioned anything.

[Healer Chat] Aerrin pats.

Ellora sighs, turning from the mess surrounding her table to look for a clean seat and a bowl of soup.

[Healer Chat] Nerak: snugs Trau... hey, lighten up... he jsut became an apprentice yesterday... let's not scare him too much.... yet! hehe

[Healer Chat] Aerrin eyes Nerak. WAit.. why not?

[Healer Chat] Nerak: hmmm, ok... no reason... get out the frilly apron! :D

[Healer Chat] Aerrin: It's a sign of love, really. ;)

The Fantastic Four, otherwise known as the Hold Guard, are quick to shoulder Ageron out and off to a nice cell before he can raise any more dissent and make their job harder, dodging a fallen drudge and a soup spill before disappearing out the door.

[Healer Chat] Trau chuckes and growls, tearing up the frilly apron with his teeth. He then gnaws on he mop stick, snapping at anyone who gets too close. "Grrrrrrr..."

Magen watches the look on Ageron's face. Whispering, "You know he can't be trusted. I hope they keep a close eye on that one. Master Aerrin should be careful. I don't like the way he glared at her." With a look that poses the question to all around her. "Do you think he could be dangerous?"

Tonalie is surveying the damage from the relative safety of the wall, an expression of total and complete dismay on her face. "Oh, Faranth... How am I going to explain /this/ to Yatyl?" She begins to walk towards the back, one hand bracing herself against wall. Soup and silver, glass and drudges litter the floor. Neatly stepping over an overturned chair, she is barely aware of the goings-on as she heads unsteadily toward the side room that had housed the food and staff.

[Healer Chat] Aerrin grins. Official goings-on are done, feel free to RP and react - and steal more courses of food - as you will. ;)

Nerak sighs as Ageron is led out of the room. "I hope his cell is musty and full of rodents!" she says, all too kindly *ahem* and grins. "I see he's gone, and I agree, they need to keep a good eye out on him... I don't know about dangerous... but slippery, definately!" She grins, happy with the evening's turnout... and looks for some more wine.

Magen's stomach growls again. "Well, let's turn this into a buffet. I'm gonna check out the kitchens. Anyone care to join me? We'll just skip the second course, and go straight to the meat and potatoes!" Then with a twinkle in her eye, she follows her nose.

[Healer Chat] Magen thanks Master Aerrin for the fun TP/RP ~smiles~ gotta run...

[Healer Chat] Ellora waves.

[Healer Chat] Elehu hugs Aerrin and thanks her as well, and all the others involved. /Very/ nicely done, guys! :)

[Healer Chat] Nerak: yeah... that was great! hehe... Nicely done, well emitted too!

[Healer Chat] Saadni gives a huge hand of applause to Aer. [Now my hero!] Thanks for giving me the opportunity to playing a rangeresque Healer, too. ;)

[Healer Chat] Trau: Yes, it's a shame I didn't get to see the whole thing, but thanks Aerrin!

As Ageron is carted off, Aerrin glances back out at what has become nearly a free-for-all. Evidently she catches Magen's suggestion, and lifts her voice. "I'm sure the dinner can go buffet.. please try not to spill anything else, folks! And I'll be having words with a few of you individually in the next few days." And with that, the dinner is, apparently, dismissed.

[Healer Chat] Aerrin grins. I'm glad everyone could make it. You guys made that tons of fun.

[Healer Chat] Elehu beams at Nerak.

Nerak looks around at the chaos that is dying down and the mess. She watches Magen as she walks to the kitchen and decides to follow. "Ok, anyone else want to head toward the kitchen? I am now hungry as well... anyone else??"

"I'm... not that hungry," Morallen replies. "Save me some pie, though, will you?" he asks, with a hint of his affability returning. "And I think I need to go talk to what Masters I can find," the maybe-journeyman murmurs to himself.

Nerak grins at Morallen, "Sure, I was planning on bringing it back here... pie it is." She heads towards the kitchen, but worries about how things will turn out with Morallen...

Tonalie sighs and plops down at a table in the back, glumly watching the extent of the damage become clearer as the inhabitants dissipate towards the kitchens. A passing drudge is sent off with the message to take the remaining courses to the kitchens and for all staff to report to the Healer Hall for an emergency session.

Nerak leaves for a few minutes, fills her plate with food and an extra with pie for Morallen, then returns. She makes a second trip with a caraffe of wine... knowing they will both need it... She /has/ to convince Jassay to return...

Quietly, Morallen slips off, having spotted Master Khaneos heading for the Lounge, and deciding that a little damage control wouldn't be remiss. He passes by Tonalie as he goes, giving her a quick hug and the murmur of "We'll talk later, when I know more..." as he moves out.

Nerak walks up to Master Aerrin, "Um... Master Aerrin, I have a question to ask you. It has to do with Jassay." She asks, excitedly.

Aerrin blinks at Nerak as she collapses down into her chair, suddenly spent. "We've been over this," she points out slowly.

Nerak looks at Aerrin. "I was just wondering if this changes anything? She is willing to come talk to you, and said she would, but not as long as /he/ was here. Now that he is gone, I was wondering if your opinion of her had changed... I know that it was the way she acted... and I agree... but I was wondering if the situation had changed."

"I knew when she handed me her knot that he wasn't the Masterhealer," Aerrin points out with a lift of her brows. "It doesn't change how she acted. And the fact that avoiding him is more important to her than her knot says something."

Nerak smiles, "Thank you. I had a feeling as well, but was trying to hold out in reserve. That is true... She was avoiding him." She then changes tracks... "I do have one other question that I hope to be quick..." She takes a sip of her wine and smiles, "How did you manage all of this?" She motions to the dais. "That was brilliant!"

Aerrin smiles tiredly. "Lots of planning and more headaches," she replies before glancing around the Hall at the scurrying drudges, moving to clean up. "Is there anything else? I'm rather worn."

Nerak shakes her head... "No, that is all... I'll help you." She says as she finishes off what is left in her wine glass and begins to pick up other dishes that are still intact.

Aerrin shakes her head. "We have staff to do that," she indicates with a small smile. "I'm for a cup of tea and a quiet night in my room, now." She moves to stand, slipping her formal robe off. "I'll see you later, Nerak."

Nerak smiles at the Master, "Good night, Master Aerrin. I'll see you tomorrow. Tea does sound good..." She grins at Aerrin, and heads to take the plates into the kitchen. After returning, she realizes that she didnt' finish what she had brought out to eat earler, and sits to eat...