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Order of the Sword & Rose
“Interesting. Very interesting.” Whisp thought to herself standing in the flickering shadows by the fireplace. “This nymph seems to be perplexing our lord and master in his own realm.” a rye smile crossing her lips.
Whisp had been a regular at this tavern for years now and had been watching Liolin from afar almost as long. She knew ever twitch, every manner and nuance of his. Never have she seen Liolin act with such caution, especially in his own domain.
“This one is special,” she thought to herself. “She obviously has fire and spirit but there is something else something that I can not put my finger on as of this moment? Her companion seems to like his anonymity sitting there in the corner, though by the look in his friend’s eyes that anonymity would not be lasting much longer. Here is a man who knows when to make a statement and when to be no more than a wallflower. He is the unknown in this equation, the one to watch! He seems familiar to me some how? Where have I seen him before? It will come to me. Till then I think I will watch this little play and see what can be learned about our brave new “friends”.” Whisp shifts her position, with a practiced grace, ever so slightly, so as to get a better view of the strangers and Liolin. Who knows maybe their might be some profit in it for me, she thought to herself as she let the last of the shadows engulf her slender figure.
“More players, goody,” she almost clapped with glee, until she relived who it was. Shoira. “Darn it. Doesn’t he have any sense. After the stunt he pulled in here last week I’d expect him to lay low for at least a month. If Ralthoin spots him there surly will be word and more than likely blood.” She quickly scanned the room to find the dwarf and see what sort of mood he was in. Not a pleasant one. “Crap.” She cursed under her breath. “Please let him not be reminiscing about the life he could have had, god please.”
The dingy old bar usually had energy of mud run through the air but now it felt like a great storm was brewing deep from within. The chatter around the bar had notably picked up, as had the all not to discrete glances at the new comers. It was time to talk to her old friend, buy him some more ale and listen to his love lost story one more time, profit will have to wait. Friends come first.
She left the comfort of the shadows and glided to the bar, all the time trying to make eye contact with Shoira and forewarn him of the trouble near by. Her garnet colored silk clothes were loose but well tailored showing off her wealth but not in a manner that maybe considered audations but rather suttle with class and flowed freely over her slender form. She barely made ripple as she past patron after patron, that is until she got to the little nymph, when her mischievous side got the better of her, as her foot “accidentally” caught the leg of the nymph’s stool sending it crashing to the ground.
“That will teach the little mink” she chuckled to her self.
Then see heard the clap of thunder and felt the sparks shoot across the room “Oops”