A long way to the gate

[Nephrite]

"It sounds like my attention is needed elsewhere." Moore says with a smile. "Perhaps that's a sign that that's enough for today?"

[Anastasia]

"Yes. All things in moderation," Xandra agrees, "Sound advice."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Thank you for taking the time." He says as he goes down to follow after Melia!

[Anastasia]

Melia's office...is a complete mess. Books are stacked up around the room, two bookcases full with a sword, a small set of golden balls, several scrolls, a rat's stuffed head, a clay vase an da dozen other odd things. The walls are covered with maps and diagrams, often notes written directly onto them. Her desk is a hodge-podge of papers and various writing implements, as well as a few clear quartz crystals.

"Here we are,' Melia says, "I work best in organized chaos."

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks, then just starts laughing.

"I'll have to make sure to tell 27 he has a friend here." Moore says after he manages to slow his own laughter. "I can understand this. I'm not a terribly neat and tidy person myself -- I blame my heritage. Please don't hesitate to let me know if you need any supplies or funding." He glances around a few times.

"I have a feeling you've got everything you need here, though." He says with a smile.

[Anastasia]

"So I do," Melia says, "Good, you get it. Some people never do." Hopping over her desk and into a comfy, stuffed chair and promptly putting her feet up, "Make yourself comfortable."

[Nephrite]

Moore goes over to take a seat, as best as he can manage, anyway.

"I have a friend who's, uh..." Moore gestures around his head and wiggles his fingers. "What's the right term? Mental magic?"

[Anastasia]

Sitting back now, "Mind magic? Psi-something? Psionics," Snapping her fingers, "Like magic, only with more ectoplasm."

[Nephrite]

"Does it run in your family?" Moore asks. "The skill, obviously, not...the spying, I mean."

[Anastasia]

"A lot of things run in my family," Melia remarks, "Why do you ask?"

[Nephrite]

"I'm just curious." Moore says with a smile. "You're not obligated to share."

[Anastasia]

A nod to that. "My Momma was a priestess of Savras and a pretty fair hand with a blade herself," Melia says. "Da was a fighting wizard, cast on horse back and on full plate, then bashed your heads in with a warhammer. Adventure runs in the family. Got all sorts of tricks and powers."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "I understand. Do you have any more questions for me now that you've settled in?"

[Anastasia]

"Yeah," Melia says, "Where's the food come from here, first of all? I don't see any local farming in the immediate area."

[Nephrite]

"There are farms on Venya. That's where it comes from." Moore explains.