As she walked into the bar Astrape quickly scanned the room, hoping no-one had noticed the blazing inferno threatening to burn down the stables behind her. Out of all the people there the only one who seemed to be paying her any attention was the bard leaning against the bar, his eyes staring right at her as she made her way through the crowd towards an empty table.

There was something about that boy that was vaguely familiar, a feeling in the air around him that spoke of ancient magics which seemed to resonant with her own powers. Sparks danced in the air between them for a moment before Astrape realised she's stepped in a pool of drool leaking from the mouth of a strange imp creature which seemed to be passed out on the floor. Breaking her attention away from the boy Astrape leaned down to inspect the unusual creature, running her hand across its brow so she could peer into its eyes.

[@HolyHell] [color=6ecff6]"Are you okay, strange creature?"[/color] She asked the imp, letting a sliver of power flow from her fingers to sparkle against his skin. [color=6ecff6][i]Hopefully that should be enough to rouse the imp from his slumber,[/i][/color] she thought to herself kindly.