Illyria:
Jaheira, I am... sorry for avoiding you. I did not mean to be rude.

Jaheira:
I feel I must apologise as well, Illyria. My reaction to your condolences was uncalled for, and not the way I would usually react. Since Khalid's death, it seems I have been unnecesarily wary. I studied you closely for a time, vainly seeking a weakness which I could exploit to discover what secret you withheld from us.

Jaheira:
But I see now that it was unnecessary. You have proven yourself to be an aid, rather than a hindrance, and I see my suspicion was relatively unfounded.

Illyria:
I hope you understand my reasons for witholding L'Sirr. I myself was wary, uncertain as to how we would be recieved.

Jaheira:
So you decided to 'play it safe', as Khalid might have said. I see you had your reasons, Illyria, and I would hope you understand mine.

Illyria:
I am glad we have come to an understanding, Jaheira... it comforts me to know I am not the only one struggling.



Nalia:
Illyria, I don't think you quite understand what its *like* to be poor! These people have nothing; they need everything they can get! Why can't you see it?

Illyria:
I do see it, Nalia, but you are approaching the problem from the wrong perspective! Instead of thinking like a kind noble, think as if you *were* poor! What you are doing is morally questionable, in my opinion. Giving money to them does not improve their lot whatsoever!
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And who KNOWS what they spend it on!

Nalia:
How... how dare you question my authority on these matters! I have been giving to the poor for my entire life, living with them, helping them, and you come along and say I've been doing it wrong?!
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I am doing it *right*, Illyria, I am doing it the only way I know how! Do not seek to undermine me for your sadistic amusement; I am not some puppet to be played!

Illyria:
I am not sadistic, I'm simply pointing out that I think you're going about things the wrong way!
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Snap out of it, Nalia, I am not trying to hurt you!

Nalia:
Get lost, Illyria, I don't want to speak with you anymore. Go!

Illyria:
Fine! If you'd but listen to what the poor are actually saying, you might come to my point of reasoning.




Illyria:
Anomen, what exactly drives you forward? I have noticed that recently you have a lot more energy, and some of the spells you have been casting are truly admirable.

Anomen:
I thank you, my lady, but I must confess I am not entirely sure what you mean. My duty as a servant of Helm and of righteousness is no more than it was before I was a true Knight of the Order.

Illyria:
But it is, Anomen. You fight more valiantly, you put more effort into helping everyone... I believe it a change for the better.

Anomen:
Your words are very kind, Illyria. I strive to be the best that I can be.

Illyria:
Any time, Anomen, any time.



Illyria:
Imoen, do you ever get the urge to just... just walk up and take something? Like, for example, that bracelet that the man over there is wearing.

Imoen:
Sure - I've done it plenty of times before. (giggle) Once, back at Candlekeep, Gorion had an important visitor from Tethyr who was wearing this amazing crystal ring.
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Of course, I blamed it on <CHARNAME>, since <PRO_HESHE> was looking particularly guilty. I don't think <PRO_HESHE> has ever forgiven me. Really! But I made it up to <PRO_HIMHER> afterward - chocolate is the best peacemaking gift *ever*.

Illyria:
Heh, I can just imagine it. On Evermeet, my older brother used to blame me for all sorts of things... knocking over vases, sweets going missing, mother's money-purse being significantly lighter...
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These days I wonder where all the fun went. No, really! It seems like one day I was playing in the field with the butterflies, and the next I was here with <CHARNAME>, fighting monsters and being retrospective. And contemplating stealing bracelets.

Imoen:
Heh, I... I know what you mean.



Illyria:
Imoen!

Imoen:
What?

Illyria:
Do not even *think* about it!

Imoen:
Think about what, Lyr?

Illyria:
You know exactly what I mean, Imoen.

Imoen:
Aww... trust you to spoil my fun, Illyria.

Illyria:
Well... you *were* about to pour itching powder down my back, and honestly, I cannot help but think of that as aggravating rather than 'fun', from my perspective.

Imoen:
Well... there was that, wasn't there.

Illyria:
Yes, there was. Now, please do not do it again.

Imoen:
(Heh, I'll get her next time!)



Minsc:
Illyria, Boo is curious; do you believe that everything we do is fore-ordained?

Illyria:
I am not sure. Perhaps. I believe that some things can be warned against, or possibilities predicted... but I am not sure that *everything* is predetermined. What do you think, Minsc?

Minsc:
Eh... I am not sure. Boo believes that some things are su-sept-ible to pred-ick-shon, and will happen at some point... but not all things are thus. Minsc is not sure what Boo is saying, but he agrees with Boo even so.

Illyria:
I am waiting, Minsc... what do YOU think?

Minsc:
I believe that... I believe that Boo and Minsc were destined to meet, and Minsc and Dynaheir, and Minsc and <CHARNAME>... and Minsc would also like to think that Illyria and Minsc were destined to meet. We go through life, and some people make us feel good, and others bad... some of us would meet each other, whatever happened.
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Minsc would not be the same if he had not met Dynaheir, nor if he had not met Boo. Illyria would not be the same if she had not met Oralle, or <CHARNAME>. Its the same thing.

Illyria:
I had never thought about it like that. Just who are you, Minsc? What have you done with the Minsc I used to know? The one who always fell back on Boo?

Minsc:
Minsc is Minsc! Minsc has never been anything but Minsc...

Illyria:
Do not worry, Minsc - it is an improvement.



Viconia:
...and so the female mounts the rivvin male, who is stretched upon a bed of silk, tied to the bedposts.

Illyria:
Viconia, is this not slightly *too* in-depth?

Viconia:
You asked me to give you a full description, half-blood, and so I gave it. Was my original assumption that you could not handle the Drow correct, Illyria? Tell me; is it true you fled Evermeet because you were a half-elf? I am almost disgusted a female such as yourself was not treated with the respect females are deserving of. Such a body, many Drow would kill for such a prize.

Illyria:
Are you... complimenting me, Viconia?

Viconia:
Perhaps. But this is not the point of discussion at hand. I would recommend you listen if you wish to learn more- I am getting impatient with you, Illyria, and you would do well not to stoke my ire. Did you cravenly flee Evermeet because you were insulted for your- questionable heritage?

Illyria:
My 'questionable' heritage is partly why I am here, I admit to that, but it is not the whole reason. I am sure you could, as these humans would say, 'ask around'.

Viconia:
So the half-breed has spirit. Do not seek to rise above yourself, Illyria, it would be far easier not to tell you the ways than do as I am attempting to.



Mazzy:
Illyria, your amulet shines! What power is this?

Illyria:
(laugh) Mazzy, it is just L'Sirr.

Mazzy:
I still find it hard to believe that there is truly a soul encaptured within this gem, Illyria - may I touch it?

Illyria:
Of course - but do not be surprised if L'Sirr decides to say something.

Mazzy:
Hmm...

Mazzy:
Oh! Oh, L'Sirr, I apologise, it was not my intent to offend. I had known you existed, but to experience a thing is different from simply hearing about it.

Mazzy:
Yes, yes, you are quite right, of course.

Illyria:
You do not have to speak aloud, Mazzy. Here - let me place it around your neck.

Mazzy:
Heh, it is a bit unbelievable to have a voice inside your head, speaking to you, is it not?

Illyria:
Yes, I found it rather disconcerting myself. But now it is the silence which disconcerts me, rather than the soft burble of thought.

Mazzy:
Mmm... yes, I have noticed that as well, L'Sirr. The <DAYNIGHT> is yet young, however - we have much to speak on, I am sure.



(In the Windspear Hills, or similarly hot place):

Aerie:
Oh, I'm not sure if I like this place... it's so hot, I feel like some sort of wilting flower!

Illyria:
You certainly do not look like a wilting flower - your petals look vibrant as ever, Aerie.

Aerie:
You are always so nice, Illyria. But, I wish the sun would give us a slight reprieve from its heat... (Sigh)

Illyria:
Try standing in the shade, Aerie. That might help a little.

Aerie:
Oh, thank you, Illyria! I am sure that will make it *so* much better.

Illyria:
Why... no matter. We can speak about it another time, perhaps.



Illyria:
Aerie, I love your robe... the colours truly suit you. L'Sirr is inclined to agree, but she thinks the orange is a little bright for her taste.

Aerie:
Well, I'm sure it- she will survive, somehow. I quite like the orange.

Illyria:
Well, that stands to reason, or you would not be wearing it in the first place. Aerie, why are you being so - short, with me?

Aerie:
I-I'm not being short!

Illyria:
You cannot lie to me, Aerie, I know you too well. Please... you can talk to me.

Aerie:
Of course I can. I know that. Thank you, Illyria.

Illyria:
Well?

Aerie:
There is nothing to speak of, Illyria. W-when I have something, I will tell you. Don't- don't tie your hair into a knot.

Illyria:
I happen to like knotted hair, Aerie. It suits me.