[b]"Yeah, and the man looks to him and says, that's no lion... it's a giraffe."[/b]

One of the greener men of the company said, finishing his joke. He sat in utter silence as the men around his table drunk from their mugs simulataneously to hide their disappointment. Rodrick, a stout dwarf with a stereotypical, braided, red beard leaned in at the table and looked the boy dead in the eye, "I dun' get it," he said.

Rhona sat on one of the men's shoulders, a tall elven fellow with a totally butchered name. She kicked her legs and cleared her throat, "A'ight, I got one - so, a roast duck walks into a tavern.... the barkeep turns to him and says-"

"Yeah, we don't serve food here," the elf rolled his eyes, cutting her off. She leant over and pulled on his knife-ear, "No need to be fuckin' rude."

"Ow, ow! Stop it!"

Rhona smirked, "Nah, I don't think I will." 

That moment the door opened, a tall young man pushed open the door to the pub. He looked more knightly than the usual rabble that the White Guard usually kept in the pub. He beckoned to the group sitting around the table, "Come on, you drunks. You have the night patrol."

Rhona let go of the elf's ears and pushed off of him, falling down towards the table before catching herself with her wings and making a last-second reversal. She hovered in the air and saluted sarcastically as the boys grumbled and made their way to the door. The knightly boy's eye twitched as he glanced at Rhona before leaving.

Once they were gone, Rhona sighed, "Geez, what a pain. Orvil! Fetch me an ale, would y'?"

"Aye," the barkeep nodded, setting out Rhona's thimble on her booth and filling it with her funnel, "'ere y' are."

Rhona fluttered over to the bar and dropped down on the the bar, running to catch up with her flying speed, "Right, thank y'." She said, pulling the chair back and grabbing the thimble in her other hand. She leaned back in her chair as she downed the drink.

"Ahhh~ ehe..." she smiled and let gravity pull her and the chair back up to the table. She slammed the thimble down on the booth and held it up, "Another, eh?"

"Aye, aye," he chuckled, pouring her another thimble-full of ale. His eyes dotted up towards the door, watching Reau walk across the floor of the pub before she settled in beside Rhona's booth and ordering an ale with a gesture to Orvil.   

“’Ere y’ are, Reau. Good t’ see you,” the brew master says, sliding over a fresh draught.

Reau Belleno nodded in thanks and looked down at Rhona. “Hey there, little pixy,” she said breezily. “Shall we drink together for a moment? My treat.”

Rhona giggled, "Alright, as long as y'er buyin'." She smiled and picked up her thimble and rocked back and forth on her chair, "So, what's up, boss?"

Reau reached into her coat pocket with a slender hand, then plinked a small stack of coppers onto the counter beside Rhona. As well as a tiny roll of paper, that was tightly wound into a tube about the length of Rhona's arm, bound with twine.

“I have a favor to ask you,” she said in a quiet voice. “Just a little hush-hush errand."

Rhona set the chair down on all fours and leaned in over her booth, "Y'?"

"I need you to find Djonn and make sure he gets this message. He should be arriving at the Cossler’s any minute now, so if you hurry, you might catch up to them before midnight.” 

She takes a deep pull of her ale and wipes her mouth with her sleeve. 

“I’m asking you because you can slip out of here without being noticed and speed is of the essence. Do this thing for me and I’ll buy you a bottle of Montesillard brandy big enough to raise a family in.”

Rhona whistles at the mention of Brandy, "Wow... alright, I'll get your love letter to Djonn." She smirks and looks around, waving to Orvil who walks over to the booth. Rhona unstraps and holds out a relatively large, empty glass vial, "Fill me up, I got some rounds to make."

Orvil nodded and filled the vial with his brew. Rhona took it and fastened it to her belt alongside her various poisons. She picked up the roll of paper and hovered just above the surface of the counter, "Alrighty, and just so we're clear- I don't actually have to raise a family after I finish that bottle, right?" She smiled and fluttered off through a small hole in the rafters.

Above the roof of the tavern she looked around, "Alright... the Cossler's is... this way right?"

She flew over the road as dusk began to fall - and at no great speed - but a steady pace. The sun set quicker than she anticipated; now she was fluttering in darkness.