17451/A Professional Opinion

A Professional Opinion
Date of Scene:	20 March 2024
Location:	Kosimar Condo
Synopsis:	Isra invites Wray to dinner and to show him some weird metal...that turns out to be his.
Cast of Characters:	Isra Kosimar, Wray Aleifrson

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Isra Kosimar has posed:
The text was probably unexpected. Mostly because Isra didn't ask Wray for his number.

Text: I know this is probably unorthodox but I didn't get your number over the weekend and I wanted to ask you something. It's Isra.

That had been the initial text. Maybe Wray would be upset that his privacy had been breached. Maybe he'd give Ciprian the finger waggle, but either way, Isra asks the man over for dinner to discuss a professional matter. Her address is given and well...that's an expensive one!

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
His texts are slow to respond - not out of lack of wanting, just this damned Midgard technology. With the time and place set, he prepares. He fetches a good lager to bring with him, and dresses up rather nicely. No Renn Faire garb, just a nice linen shirt and jeans - his hair tied back with a leather cord.

He finds his way to her residence, and knocks on the door - waiting patiently.

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra had been nervous, but his texts were welcome, no matter how slow really. She answers the door dressed in a rather simple looking scarlet colored dress and her hair is down. She's barefoot, but that is mainly her choice. "Hi, you look nice." she tells him with a bright smile.

Then she steps back, "Come in, thank you for coming on short notice. I asked Ciprian for your number since I was...umm...a little tipsy the last I saw you." she muses.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
Wray gives a slight bow of his head at her greeting, grinning. "You look wonderful." The man offers in response. As she allows him to enter, he looks to the home. "Should I take off my shoes?" He asks, clearly trying to make sure he follows the rules of the house.

"I am sure I will have to thank him for giving out my number." The man offers with a wry chuckle. "A little tipsy. Sorry for the strength of the brew..." He motions to the bottles he's brought. "You can save these for later, if you like?"

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra gives a soft smile to that, "Thank you." she tells him. She closes the door behind him and then shakes her head, "No, no need unless you want to." she adds. "I should warn that I have a dog." she starts to explain.

But that is when a big brown Newfoundland comes trundling in to see who Isra is greeting. "James, this is Ludo, Ludo this is my new friend, James." she introduces. Ludo is also wearing a service dog vest.

"Honestly I told him I'd send my niece home on so much sugar the next time I watch her if he didn't...so he was coerced." she winks at him. "Oh no, you don't have to apologize." she grins at that.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
The lager is set someplace where it would not condensate and ruin furniture. "I can." He kneels down to take off his shoes, and is eye-to-eye with a large dog. "Are you sure he's not a bear?" Wray half-jests, grinning at the dog and extending his hand for Ludo to scent. "He's a handsome lad."

"You threatened to rile up his child and send her home?" A shake of his head at that, smirking a touch more. "Quite devious." Once the large hound has snuffled at his hand, he slowly stands - sans shoes. "So, you had something to discuss?" He asks, curiously.

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra takes up the lager so that she doesn't forget it there. Because that would be bad. There is a smile to Ludo, "I should probably tell him he's off duty tonight." she admits. "And he might have been mistaken for one a few times. Everyone told me a Newfoundland was too big to be a service dog. I just laughed." she shrugs to that.

Ludo does come over to give a curious sniff to the man and once he's happy he headbutts his hand and goes to sit next to Isra.

Isra looks to him as he stands fully and she has a dreamy look for a moment before she smiles, "I did and I'd be happy to pay a consulting fee along with dinner if need be. I was going to ask you some questions about metallurgy." she admits.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
A happy smile at the affection from the dog. Service animal rules, he doesn't truly understand. "Off duty? Is a he a guard dog, then?" Wray questions. "He's a good size for that."

"Dinner would be excellent - no need for a consulting fee. I can answer what I can, of course. It's no bother." A smirk. "Did you need any help preparing the meal?"

Isra Kosimar has posed:
"He's my service dog. They are for people who have different medical conditions. He can sense things and help me." she explains. "I have PTSD from something that happened when I was a teen." she states quietly.

She doesn't go into details. It's just good for others to know. Or maybe he won't be around that long?!

She gives a beaming smile to him, "Thank you." she states. "I will admit that bringing you over for a question was only part of my devious plan." she winks at him. "I thought maybe we could talk more as well." she offers. "And no, dinner is done. It's pretty simple, I made lamb roast with roasted vegetables." she explains as she heads deeper into the condo.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
An oh, as she explains the job of Ludo. "So he keeps you company and provides comfort?" Wray decides. "Defintely a good hound for that. Big enough to hug you and keep you safe." The Asgardian nods. "Sorry that you went through something that scarred you so." The best comfort he can. "It makes you stronger, if that helps any."

Not that he has any such thoughts about his own troubles.

"Talking is always welcomed, Isra. It is how stories are shared and history is passed on." A smile. "Can I help set the table, then? That sounds like an excellent meal." He comments, following along.

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra looks hesitant for a moment, "I have...yes, he's here for emotional support and comfort more than anything. He just gets a vest and official paperwork for when we travel." she grins to that. She wasn't telling him about her weird. Not first time having dinner at least. There is a sweet smile to him, "Not like you were there when it happened, I definitely grew up quickly after that." she admits.

"Have you thought about one?" she asks him in regards to a service animal.

She gives him a curious look as he talks on sharing history, "Sure, you can help with that. I can point out where plates and things are." she tells him.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
Wray shrugs. "There or not, I can be sorry that you faced whatever you faced. Battles of the soul and emotion are the hardest to heal from." He offers with a slight smile. "Such things do tend to make us grow, in any number of directions."

A pause. "I really wasn't aware that it was a thing, to be honest." A slightly sheepish grin. "At least not for the things that trouble me."

He works efficiently, setting places as he's told where the dishware is. "So, you have questions on metal?"

Isra Kosimar has posed:
"I appreciate it." she tells him softly. "And yes, they very much are." she nods to him. She gives a curious quirk of her brow, "We'll talk on that more later." she points out. She didn't want to bring up touchy stuff.

"Yes, metal! Let me go grab the object of my questions...or objects. It's all broken." she admits. "Be right back!" she grins as she hurries off down the hall toward a pair of sliding doors that opens into her office. She goes to retrieve the box that is kept on the shelves behind her desk. She starts back down the hall and Wray can probably feel the weird feeling again. It wasn't present when she had greeted him. She settles the box down on the dining table and opens it.

Inside is a medium piece of metal that Wray might recognize. There are also several small pieces. One that has been wrapped with a cord and either carried or worn. "Have you ever came across metal like this?" she asks him.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
The shifting of subjects was a bit of a relief to Wray - how would he explain his trauma? 'Hi, I am an Asgardian who has fought among your people for centuries, and I carry the weight of each that I have slain.' That wouldn't go over well, of that he was certain.

As she moves off to collect whatever it is that she has questions on, he finds a seat at the table where they can talk. As she starts returning, and that odd feeling is present, he glances up to her.

Once the box opens and the metal is revealed, the man blinks. There's a blur of emotions over his face, a hand resting at the edge of the box. He wants to pick it up, that much is certain. "Where did you find this? This is... very rare metal." He whispers.

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra watches Wray as his face goes on an emotional journey and there is a moment she looks like she may close it, "Are you alright?" she asks him as she finally steps over to his side.

"One of my first professional digs was at the site of a huge crusade battle in the Balkans. This is all that was left of the weapon that I found. I'm not sure if it broke or...if it is still at that site. It got closed to us not long after I found it." she admits.

"You know what it is? I checked with all of my contacts and no one had ever seen it." she explains.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
He still does not touch it, eyes looking at it through an age and distance. "Yes, fine." Wray comments, quietly. "The Balkans. Yes, that's where it would have been." The man decides. "Among the dead, I would guess. The weapon it came from is likely quite special."

He turns to look at her, eyes a bit cloudy. "It is a metal from elsewhere. Not found here, on Earth." A look again to the fragment. "Was this all of the shard you found?" A slight frown to his face.

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra looks to the man for a moment and then to the box that contains what fragments she could find, it was only a few pieces. One of the smaller slivers was on a leather cord. It's probably why the weird feeling came and went. She had worn some of it.

She gives him a bit of a look, "I mean...it was, yes." she states. "Why is that where it would have been?" she asks him.

When his eyes are cloudy she grows far more worried and she reaches out to touch his arm, "James, are you sure that you are okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." she states. "And yes, it's all that we were able to find. I've been meaning to return to see if I could find the rest. I wanted to return it to whoever owned it. Whether they be alive or dead." she tells him softly.

Then she blinks, "Wait, it's not from Earth?" she asks him.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
After a breath, he calms a bit - or more like centers himself. It had been a shock, that much is true. "There are all sorts of stories of visitors who came to Earth - aliens who affected Earth history, whether by direct action or subtle intervention." A slight smile from Wray. "If you've ever watched the History Channel, I am sure you have seen any number of programs on it."

A pat to her hand on his arm. "I am fine. It is just... such a rare find." The man explains. "And explains a few things. That being said, I should show you my forge, sooner than later." A chuckle. "You can bring the metal there, and I can show you how it differs from Earth ores."

"Definitely not from Earth, I am afraid."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
"Did...you just say that this is something from the History Channel?" Isra looks to him with an 'oh my goodness really?' look. "No one gets their information from there and it be reputable." she tells him.

Honestly late night History Channel was so far fetched!

"So...you know what the metal is? Where does it come from?" she asks him. "And you know how to differentiate it from the ores on Earth?" she looks to him.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
A gentle shrug. "Is it so difficult to believe? Earth is abundant with unusual people, both from here and from elsewhere, right?" He motions. "Super-heroes and all?" A motion to the window. "Out there, there are phenomenal powers running about to both help and hurt the human race."

"I do. I have seen it before. If I am right, I can show you how it reacts to heat, and such." Wray explains. "And I will promise it will not be harmed in the process."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra gives a small pursing of her lips, "No, I just meant...no one really watches Ancient Aliens for its...credible information." she tells him. "I had a feeling that it wasn't from Earth. I had a small hope that it was possibly Asgardian so that I could return it to the embassy and it could be reunited with its owner." she admits.

Then she reaches out to close the box, "I'd like to see how it reacts to things. I know I can't keep it, but...I'll deal with that when I find out who it belongs to." she smiles.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
The information about her intentions has a smile on his face. "I believe it is Uru metal." The man explains. "And it is often used by Asgardians, as I've seen in research." What research was he looking into?! "If you have time tonight after dinner, we can go to the forge?" He suggests.

"Credible sources come from improbable places. Places you wouldn't normally expect." A chuckle from the man.

Isra Kosimar has posed:
"Uru metal..." she whispers. Then she gives a look up to him, "Wait...how do you know Asgardians use it? What research?" she asks him. Then she lifts a hand to her head. "There's no research out there with that name. Unless it is military." she trails off.

"I should probably quit asking questions." she breathes out. "I'd be happy to visit the forge after dinner. I am free tomorrow so I can just get home late." she smiles.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
A nod from Wray. "Then it sounds like a plan." He chuckles, eyeing the box as it is closed. He doesn't explain the research, or his reason for knowing. "Sorry to keep you waiting, but I assure you it will provide you answers if I'm right."

"I will make sure you are home at a reasonable hour, if that is your wish." A grin. "No more lagers to keep you from turning in, all right?"

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra settles the box on the end of the table that's not going to be used for dinner. "I assure you that I can wait to be told things. I'm not going to rush you into anything." she offers.

"And don't you worry about getting me home at a reasonable hour." she grins to that. Then she's turning to head back to the kitchen to get dinner together.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
He does make sure that the places are set for each of them, pouring out water for them both as well. "I am hard pressed to be rushed. Stubborn and old." The man admits, chuckling just a bit. Once everything is setup, he waits to sit until she is seated.

"It all smells wonderful."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra was not only smart, she was also a great cook! Might add that to her resume. She had made a bit of a face at him saying he was stubborn and old, not believing that he was any older than she was really.

Once dinner was done she'd gotten the case packed up and then was ready to accompany him to his place...she didn't know where he lived, so it was an unknown adventure.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
He didn't drive. But there was a car waiting for him, as well as a driver. It wasn't too fancy a car, but a nice one. He rode with her in the backseat, keeping the small talk going until they arrived at his home.

His home was quite nice, it didn't look like that of a simple Renn Faire regular. Once parked, he offers her a hand in getting out of the vehicle.

"Forge is in the smaller building." He mentions, motioning to it. "Shall we?" Wray grins, leading her to his workspace.

Inside, all manner of metal working items - more manual than modern - are on display. There are weapons of various sort displayed on the walls, all fastidiously crafted and cared for. Towards the back, there is a cabinet safe that he unlocks.

"This might help with some of the answers." He mentions, as he opens the door to display two bearded axes - one missing part of the bottom blade.

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra was putting a lot of trust in Wray. She even left Ludo at home because she didn't want him in an unfamiliar place. There is a look over the building that they pull up to.

Humble smithy? Something was not adding up.

She takes his hand though when it is time to get out. Thanking him in a quiet tone. "Sure. I am intrigued to see what is going on behind these doors." she grins to that.

She is very distracted as he heads towards the back of the forge. She's looking over the different weapons and everything there is.

His words make her turn to look at him and then she heads closer. Her eyes look over the bearded axes and then the one with the broken blade causes her to go still, "Where...did you get that?" she asks him. "Do I have the pieces to it?" she asks him.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
The broken axe is lifted from the container, offered over to her. "This, is Grufull Latter." He says, quietly. "It was used in a battle against the Ottomans, weilded by a mercenary for the Serbian army. It was broken in battle, in Bulgaria." Wray watches her as he explains.

"The warrior did not realize that the axe had broken, until well after the battle."

A slight shrug. "I could feel the other part of the axe when you approached at the faire. I could not recognize the feeling, or explain it." His eyes find hers. "The axe head is Uru metal."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra settles the bag that is holding the box down on a flat surface and then turns to Wray, who is offering her an axe. She reaches out to take it and there is a reverent look given over it.

"How did you get this...how do you know the story?" the woman asks him. So many questions!

"Does the warrior have a name? I'm guessing he's been dead for quite a long time now." she frowns to that.

Then she looks to him, "So where does Uru metal come from?" she adds another question onto the list she already had.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
The axe, the metal, has an odd golden color - though it is so much more sturdy. "I helped with it's forging." He comments, quietly - watching as she examines the axe. "I know the story, because they are my axes." Wray gives a slight smile. "It is my story."

"Not dead, no. Just... hiding among those on this realm." Wray mentions, watching her reactions. No need to spook the woman, honestly.

"Uru comes from the first moon in existance, at the beginning of the universe."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra runs a hand carefully over the metal as he speaks, but there is something that her brain doesn't quite process, "I could have swore you just said that you helped forged these..." she looks up to him.

Oh he wasn't joking.

She is careless for a moment and falters with the blade of the axe, causing crimson to well up from her hand, "Ouch!" she laughs. "I...should not hold weapons and get engrossed in talks." she whispers to him as she hands the axe carefully back to him.

"You've just been hiding amongst humans for...900ish years?" she asks him. Then she blinks, "Wait...where are you from then?" she asks.

"Unless you have to kill me if you tell me. Then I don't really need to know." she admits with a look of concern.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
A wince as she cuts herself. "I have some first aid... just keep your hand up." Wray mentions, taking the axe and moving over to collect the kit. The axe is laid down, and bandages are provided - he even helps wrap the cut to avoid a mess.

"For some time, yes." He admits, speaking as he fusses over her hand. "And I don't believe I need to kill anyone, assuming I can trust you with my secret?" He looks to her eyes.

"I am Aesir, from Asgard." Wray explains. "I came to Midgard and enjoyed the people here. Less wars - but that was only partly true."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
"I'm very used to cutting my fingers. I used to do it a lot on digs. Broken pottery and glass." she chuckles. She's shaking though. Apparently her face is belying her mental reaction.

She lets him fuss over her hand..because she isn't sure if he gets to do that with others. When he looks to her eyes there is a moment she feels a little faint, "I won't tell anyone else." she whispers to him. "My brother doesn't know?" she asks.

When he explains that he is of the Aesir there is a look around and then back to him. A moment of silence passes before she finds her voice, "It would make sense for you to be here. Wars are all the rage...no matter what time period we are in." she tells him.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
He gives a shake of his head, when she mentions her brother. "No. Anyone I had shared this with before, has since gone on to the afterlife." Wray says, quietly. "And you might consider gloves on your digs, Isra." A slight chuckle at that.

Once her finger is tended to, he sets the kit aside.

"I am grateful for your secrecy. It means quite a bit for me." Another nod. "War is a thing among almost all the sentient races. I found myself hoping that on Midgard, the wars would be perhaps more civil. Less devastating." A shrug. "It was not so."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra looks like she is processing a lot of information at the moment. She looks up to him when he says that all of the people that knew are gone, "I'm sorry, James." she tells him.

"That is one of the downsides of being Immortal or among the gods. I can't imagine how lonely that can be." she states.

"No, the wars here just grow more violent and more creative in their cruelty sadly." she frowns to that. "Also, could you imagine me trying to tell my brother that you're some thousand year old Asgardian after knowing you a week? He'd have a good laugh." she muses to that.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
There's a grin. "Wray is my name, given by my parents." He smirks. "And thank you. I am sad to see them go, but I suspect that after some time I will see them again." A slight shrug. "They were good people. Brave and strong. I am sure they made their way to Valhalla."

"There are times where it is lonely, yes. But I tend to keep people who are of similar mindsets nearby. The Faire folk have a straight-forwardness that I appreciate. And respect for the old ways."

He doesn't have much to add to the commentary on war - it is Hell. "I suspect he would be irritated at me, thinking I concocted a story in an attempt to woo you."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra gives him a soft smile, "Wray then. Or well...Wray in more private settings. I'm guessing others would get suspicious if I constantly called you by your name that was 'persona' based." she admits.

"I apologize if I made a wrinkle in your plans when it comes to people." she points out gently.

Then there is a soft smile to him, "I mean...were you thinking of trying to woo me? Because I'm pretty sure if would have worked without the whole I'm from Asgard and over a thousand years old." she stage whispers to him.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
A laugh at her comment about wooing. "It had crossed my mind, of course. You are a beautiful woman, with a heart for history." Wray admits. "And yes, James in public will work. Wray when alone, or at the Faire?" He suggests.

"Or if you make a guest appearance on my videos, to talk on history." He beams.

"No wrinkle. Or rather, life is full of wrinkles. They are what make life interesting, correct?" A nod. "I still haven't shown you how the Uru reacts..."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
"I mean you can still try if you want. I'm not going to stop you." Isra smiles at that. "Oh you want me to come on your videos and tell you that Ancient Aliens is an awful show?" she teases him gently.

She perks up, "Oh, you haven't. How does it react?" she asks him curiously.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
More smiles from the Asgardian. "Well, if you like." He winks. "Or we can speak on historical weapons and such. No pressure, of course." Wray explains.

He motions to the box with her fragments. "If you bring the parts to the axe, it should mend. It is... exceptionally resilient, and will do its best to restore itself." A look to her. "That will, unfortunately, remove the shards from your possession."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra grins, "I might do both." she tells him with a playful grin.

Then he's motioning to the box and there is a bit of a sadness there. "I never thought I'd actually find what they went to." she admtis quietly. She reaches to open the box, carefully undoing the piece that had been a stand in pendant. She then takes it over to be close to the axe.

"They aren't mine though and I am glad they've made their way back to you." she states as she steps back.

"You don't think it's odd that we just...ran across each other? Like this was fate?" she asks him.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
As she moves the fragment closer to the axe, she can feel almost a magnetic pull. It's not violent or overpowering, but definitely the shards are seeking out the axe. "If it helps, you can take any of my collection as repayment? I do have some weapons from that era..." A slight smile from Wray. "And I am very grateful - I owe you a great debt, Isra."

As the metal pieces come in contact with the axe, they move to their original places on the weapon - clinking together with a slight hum as the weapon repairs itself. A slight black line remains as a reminder of the break, as well as the other missing pieces.

"It could be the Fates bringing us together, yes. Though I had thought I was gone long enough that they'd not meddle with the weave in regards to me." A grin.

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra watches, her attention completely focused as the task at hand. Though she does blink at him, "No, I couldn't take another of your weapons. They are your art." she tells him.

When the pieces fuse back together there is a bit of a frown that settles on her face, "There's more pieces." she states. "I wonder if we just missed them..." she trails off.

"Oh do the Fates like meddling with you and other Asgardians?" she asks him.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
A shake of his head. "It is the least I can do, Isra. I had thought the axe to be damaged beyond repair - but you show me that there is still hope to bring it back to fullness." Wray comments. "Yes, more pieces. But it is better, and is more complete that it has been in quite some time."

"If you know where these were found, it is not inconceiveable that we could visit it again - if you're up to it?"

Wray laughs. "The Fates like to meddle - end of story. I am sure they have their place, but to me it feels as if they are old wives with nothing to do but tinker with other lives."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
"Well, it is on the road to mending. And I am guessing that it is not the only thing that is doing that." Isra offers to him quietly. She gives a soft nod to him, "I do know where it is located. Our funding ran out, so it got closed down...though that was ten years ago. I guess I could fund it." she shrugs.

Then there is a giggle, "They sound like my grandmothers." she tells him.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
"I can help with funding. I did manage to save some money over the years. And artifacts that can be parted with, if needed." He smirks to her. "I will have to show you the collection." He mentions, nodding his head towards where the main house would be.

"In many ways, they are grandmothers to everyone. Though not necessarily the benevolent ones we wish for." Wray chuckles.

"After coming all this way, can I offer you a drink?"

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra looks at him and there is a soft smile, "How about we do half? I could get a team together and we could also teach as we look for the other pieces?" she offers. "Oh I'd love to see the collection. I can only imagine all of the things that you have." she looks excited.

"My grandmothers just want me to marry a nice and rich Jewish man and have grandbabies." she muses to that.

"I'd love a drink." she smiles to that.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
He motions to the door outside - before putting the axes back in the safe. "Half would work, yes. I do not have a plane, though. I will arrange tickets." A chuckle. "I still do not understand how people get used to flying."

"I can give you a tour of the collection, and we'll share some scotch." Wray offers over, smirking about her grandmother's wishes. "Alas, I am not Jewish."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
"We could find a plane rather easily. Not like this is going to be happening next week or anything." she admits to that as she heads for the door that he motions to.

"Scotch sounds nice and I'm guessing that if you'd rather wait until morning for the tour I can wait." she offers. Then there is a soft smile to him, "You could be though." she teases him softly as she slips out the door.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
He follows her out, locking up after before leading her to the main house. It is well-furnished, comfortable and with character. All manner of items are in the house, on display. Weapons, armor, clothing - all from the various eras he'd been around in. It is not over-powering, but the weight of age is with those pieces.

He turns on the lights, moving over to the decanter. Two glasses are poured out. "Morning is more than fine with me." He comments, offering her one of the glasses. "I could be Jewish?" A wry grin. "Is it common for people to convert, or rather - Asgardians?" Wray winks.

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Everything is overwhelming at the moment. The revelation. The amount of history that is around. She doesn't dare touch anything from fear of it falling over.

She hurries up to follow him, her smile a bit sheepish as she was taking the glass, "Thank you." she tells him. "It was a joke, Wray." she tells him after a sip. "I'm guessing you have identities set up to help with the whole...immortal thing?" she asks him.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
He doesn't rush her, doesn't force her to take it all in at once. "Be at home. Explore. Feel free to look and touch. I've kept these things healthy, as memories of a time before." Wray explains, before taking a sip as well.

"I do, yes. It was easier and more difficult at the same time, back in the day. Now it is difficult." A wry grin. "So much quick travel and interconnectivity. People can go just about everywhere, these days. And those damn computers track everything."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra gives a soft smile to him, "I'll keep that mind." she tells him. "You should work in a museum. It seems you'd make a great curator." she admits.

"Well, how about this, I will explain some of the intricacies of ID's and technology in the morning over breakfast and then we'll do a tour?" she offers.