What exactly would you like to know Shal'Hari?

Shal'hari cocks an eyebrow. I'm not sure how much clearer I can be, Gabriel. Allow me to lead by example. Me: Shal'hari of Clan Lisvara, Nethermancer of the 6th Circle and Wizard of the 4th. Schooled in the dark and arcane arts and adept at spirit summoning. You: Gabriel of Nowhere... ?
The look on her face suggests that although her voice may be light, the question is of the utmost importance.

Gaberial Borrowdawn of Ireland. 6th circle nethermancer, 2nd circle warrior. Also skilled in the ways of spirits. Trained under a very skilled Magician. The man of who I spoke of earlier.
Gaberial looks at her, with a half smile.
Hope that was good enough.

Mmm. I see. Well, Novice Borrowdawn... we are well matched then, I see. Shal'hari performs an elaborate bow and then straightens, her face impassive.
Well, we know everything I think either of us are willing to reveal about ourselves at the present time. The next order of business, it would seem, would be to discuss travel arrangements. When do you plan on departing?

If we are evenly matched, than I doubt we'll have much trouble on our travels
Gaberial stands and bows respectively back at Shal"Hari
I suppose we'll need to get some supplies. And ofcourse what ever you need to do to prepare. And we are not to forget the Fire Axe.

Supplies I have, I need for very little. Get what you need and meet me back here later tonight. You will need to be ready to move immediately once we get the Axe. Immediately. Go get your things... meet me back here in an hour.

I doubt it will take me long. I will return as soon as Im finished.
I wonder what she means about the axe....oh god. Im going to regret this. I swear, the things I do for you Alex...

Gaberialle is quick to get supplies. Based off his wilderness survival knowledge, he gets about a weeks worth of rations. With his spear of destruction, he doubts he'll need anything else as a weapon. Once finished he returns to the pub and goes directly to the room where he had spoken with the Windling.

Shal"Hari, I am finished. Whatever it is your planning. Lets get it over with.

Several minutes later Gaberial taps his foot impatiently.

Shal"Hari, He began. I dont mean to be rude, but do you think we can get started, Ive been waiting for quite some time now?

Shal'hari looks up from the tome in front of her, her eyes angry.
For someone who claims to be competent in the way of threadweaving, you are remarkably ignorant of the time it takes to do such. I am working on a spell that will enable us to escape with your weapon and without bloodshed. Perhaps if you are so impatient you could go down there with whatever halfbaked, harebrained scheme you have in mind and try your luck?
Shal'hari glares for a moment longer and then goes back to her book. She whispers something under her breath and then stands, dusting off her dress.
I have a simple spell. A wizard enchantment that will cause our friend to sleep. It should give YOU enough time to get the axe. I will watch from above, the rafters... if something goes wrong I will have a spell in place that will create a diversion and allow you to escape. If that happens meet me three miles outside of town. There is a small spring in a clearing just off the road. We will continue from there. Am I understood?

Completely.

Wow, the temper. If she is a representation of her kind, its no wonder windlings dont exist in 2070 or any other time after this. Pity though, Im beggining to like this one. Reminds me of me at her age.

Forgive my impatience Shal"Hari. But we are in a hurry. Just let me know when to act. Ill wait pateintly over here.

Gaberielle walks to the other end of the room and sits in a chair, and sits quietly as he watches the windling work.