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Order of the Sword & Rose
Just as Whisp was about to pull out the chair from the nymph, that seemed to have the gift of the gab for it seemed she had not stopped dribbling on about any vagrant thought that popped into her head the whole time she had been face to face with Liolin , the door busted open and more poured strangers. Deftly she spun away from her previous action and placed herself between Liolin and the new intruders, tensing for what ever action would be required in that split moment. She thought to her self that after tonight she would suggest to Liolin that maybe some “guards” be placed at the entrance to avoid a shambles of a night like this. She quickly realized that this fools had no quarrel with the den but rather with each other and relaxed.
She then turned her attention back to the nymph to find her gone. Cursing herself for not keeping an eye on the nymph and being so easily disarmed to her potential threat by her incessant babble, she scanned the crowd quickly, following the ripples left through the crowd by her motion, till she spotted her. A cold chill ran down her neck as she realized the nymphs destination. “Did Ralthoin not see her!” she thought to herself in alarm, “Was he to distracted by his own selfish brewing or all the commotion around him to see the danger heading his way!” Her hand instantly grasped a dagger well hidden in her sleeve, her well practiced eye calculating the requirements for a swift and deadly strike from across the room, her muscles tensed her nerves twitched and just as she was ready to let her calling card fly, she noticed something. Sympathy. In the nymphs eyes sympathy for Ralthoin and his plight, what little she obviously knew. Sympathy and perhaps even compassion. Poor girl she new not what she was getting herself into. Whisp released the dagger, still in its hiding spot. Ralthoin was in no danger and maybe he might even be in for some salvation. She hoped for Ralthoin’s sake the later was true.
Glancing around she saw Liolin had the new group quickly under control and quivering their boots. This would normally have garnished her attention, for noting more pleased her then seeing grown men turn to jelly in the face of true danger, and nothing more true could be said about Liolin than that he was true danger. But this solitary elf that had come in with the nymph and now sat alone un-phased by all this commotion. Sip quietly on her ale. She intrigued her. From experience she knew those that waited to enter the fray usually were the most dangerous. Maybe it was time for introduction. And so she sashayed her way over to her. Leaned over and whispered in low voice “Is this seat taken.”