Endariel: Nova, do you know who's birthday is soon?
Nova: Ehm... it is not mine...neither yours, that was some days ago... nor Zayl's... nor Humbart's, nor Gideon's... I don't know.
Endariel: It's the birthday of our creator!
Zayl: It's Tsa's birthday? (DSA-godess of life)
Nova: But it is Ingrimm (DSA-month, May) and Tsa is long ago (month: February).
Endariel: Noooo, it is not Tsa's! Our creator's birthday!
Zayl: Who is Tsa.
Nova: Master, I know that you elves don't believe in the Twelve, but our creator is Tsa... *looks to Zayl* *quietly* In fact my parents are, but...
Endariel: Nooo, you don't understand me. I mean our... player! Do you understand now? Our player's birthday!
Nova + Zayl: Aaaah, our player's.
Nova: Why haven't you said that immediately?
Endariel: *sigh*
Zayl: And what is her age?
Endariel: You don't tell the age of a lady, but she will become... 23.
Humbart: Oh when I was 23, I celebrated my birthday on Maraskan with the rebelgroups and the girls there... I can tell you...
Nova + Zayl:
Endariel: *casts Silentium on Humbart*
Nova: Aww thanks.
Zayl: I have to learn that spell...
Endariel: So which present can we give to her?
Zayl: Present?
Nova: Right, you give the birthday child presents.
Zayl: Why?
Nova: *sigh* Tradition?
Zayl: Traditions are silly, you know that?
Nova: Oh man, Zayl. We give a present! No discussion! Fine?!
Zayl: Fine... .oO( battlemages are scary...)
Endariel: What about a nice flower?
Nova: A flower will be dead in 2 minutes. I know her. She has no talent for plants.
Zayl: And a copy of the "Instructions of the Twelve"?
Nova: Mh... that does not convince me.
Endariel: I could sing a birthday song.
Nova: Oh master... your voice is so nice.
Zayl: But you people are so materialistic. I think she wants something... durable. So we need something else.
Nova: You are right.... mmhhh... Shall I draw a picture? Yes, I think I'll draw one for her!
Zayl: And I still don't have a present.
Nova: Give her a therapy.
Zayl: I can't do a therapy with my player.
Endariel: Hey, Nova can draw you naked.
Nova: Great idea, master!! I can do that!
Zayl: .oO(...I hate mankind...) I could write a nice birthdaycard.
Nova: I prefer my master's suggestion.
Zayl: No!
Nova: Gnah, ok... do that birthdaycard-thing.
Endariel: We should start now. We only have 8 days.
Nova: Allright.
Zayl: Has someone money so I can buy a card?
Endariel: Here, boy. *gives * That poor little mages has no money... unbelievable.
Nova: Although he has not worked for the emperor. I have not been payed by the emperor for.... years? Mhhh. as you mention it, I could go to Paligan. I'm sure he will give me some money for the present, too.
Endariel: Another poor guy... he must have strong nerves.
Nova:
Zayl: *goes away and buys a card*
Nova: * her master* *goes to Paligan's*
Endariel: *starts writing a song*