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Order of the Sword & Rose
Whisp had no love for crowds and especially crowds that were focused on her. She started to squirm. Whisp loved being in control of all situations. To be the puppet master. But with so many puppets to keep track of strings were inevitably going to get crossed and then mistakes could occur or thing go unseen. Chaos was not for Whisp.
She then heard a faint parting of the air. She strained her ears slightly to get a bead on the noise, all the while politely smiling and nodding at her guests. She new that sound but from where. Her mind raced trying to get an image of what could be making the noise. Then it struck her daggers.
Crap! She was out of place and vulnerable to attack. She stood abruptly and deftly moved left hoping to catch a glimpse of the assailant. Then heard the thud, thud, thud, thud, thud of metal and wood meeting. She glanced left and saw the daggers stuck in the wood. She then scanned the route they had flown to find their owner.
Oh great a fricken bard. She cursed. Was he of poor aim, trying to show his skill to the crowd, or trying to get her attention, she had no idea, and did not want to find out the hard way. Better to have him close where she could strike quickly then have him afar, she thought.
“Welcome young bard. Your skill with the daggers is impressive but might I suggest a less grandiose entrance if you wish to live.” Whisp scowled, she then made a gesture to an imaginary team mate that they could put there weapons down. “No need to kill him. Yet.” An evil smile crept across her lips.
Then Whisp also noticed the movements of an elf towards the table. Words flowed off his lips like sweet wine, but Whisp would have none of it. “Another bard.” She stated her hands up in disgust. “I must remember to have a word with the inn keeper about whom he lets in to his establishments.” Whisp did her best impression of the gracious host smile.
“Gentlemen, and by the looks of you both I am using that term very loosely, pull up a seat if you wish, but the price of admission is a drink for every person who sits at this table. Oh and gentlemen would you mind so kindly to give what weapons you have left to Sho and Biff here,” she pointed to the elf at her side and the human across the table, “for safe keeping.”