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Order of the Sword & Rose
Aristoblis watched the goings on from his usual corner, pleased to have gone unnoticed for this long. The transformation of the small woman was remarkable; she had gone from a barely noticeable serving wench to a rather stunning young woman in mere minutes.
Aristoblis glanced towards the bar and thought, Hmm, Sammet must be out today and this oaf must be his replacement. I wonder where he’s gone and gotten himself off to. If he were here he’d never let that kind of treatment of his staff last long. He made a mental note of it and decided to have a very one sided discussion about it with the man later.
Aristoblis muttered a few arcane words followed by an incomprehensible message, all in a voice barely audible over his own heartbeat. Immediately following the casting of his spell, Whisp hears something in her ear, barely more than the whisper of the wind, ”Someone should teach this cretin of a barkeep how to treat Sammet’s guests.”
It wasn’t the first time Aristoblis had spoken to Whisp in such a way and there was no question in her mind of whom it had come from. She glanced to where she knew him to be seated. His eyes, barely visible through the shadow, were narrowed in silvery slits. She knew all too well of his disappointment in the barkeep’s treatment of their Fellow.