Kaerri's Man. =)
"If the alternative is a long walk or swim, then why not?" Snowfall agrees.
"Dunno, dunno. My thanks first, of course. A nice place you have, here. I like the carpet." Turns a quiet Crazy into a silent ninja, pretty much. No sound to be heard, unless he wants to make noise. "Don't know wines at all, I'd go with your recommendation. If that's alright, of course, don't mean to be a bother." Eron pauses for a moment, looks around. "Seeing all those books - there's a question, if I may. I know my own sword quite well, by now, but I found a second. My friends here translated the runes - Valere." He draws the blade, slowly, carefully, then shows off the fine craftsmanship to the elder dragon. "So I know a name, but not the story. It changed, these last few days, from this form to that, likes it doesn't even know what it's supposed to be, itself." He shows off the magical transformation of enhanced steel. "Would you happen to know more about the creator, or about the blade in particular? It was locked away by him - Salnesh, that is. So I reckon it had a reputation, prior. I always liked stories. I also like to do them justice. But without knowing the tale, where to begin with that?""Please, sit and take a load off of your feet. I have a well stocked drink pantry, and have a wide variety of beverages to choose from. What can I get you?"
When Snowfall pipes up and asks for a milkshake, it makes Brazamal laugh out loud. "You are the very first person to ever ask for a milkshake in my home in all my years! Oh, my!" He shakes his head with a wide smile, then says, "As you wish, my friend!"
After a few minutes, a servant comes into the room with a tray with several drinks on it. She quickly hands out the various beverages to everyone, and Snowfall can see that his milkshake is made of mint chip ice cream, and it is quite good. The woman says quietly to Snowfall, "Sir, I do hope you like the choice of flavor. I had little in the way of direction other than to make this, so I picked my own favorite and used that." She then moves quickly out of the room, leaving everyone alone with Brazamal once more.
Musing carefully with a touch of soul-searching, Snowfall thinks aloud. "I would like... I would like... a milkshake! Yes! One tall milkshake please! Cold and sweet! Flavor doesn't matter. You see, I have both the thirst for one and the great desire to see a rumor I heard through - and nothing but a milkshake will do!"