Natasha eyed the rude secretary furiously as she was waved through to Tristan's office. Perhaps the lady was just jealous. Tristan was after all easy on the eyes and if his secretary did not have him to look at all day whom else could she fantasize about? Some deep sea creature or a school of scatterbrained fish? 

She shut the door behind her and watched quietly as Tristian sat down at his large rather empty desk.
“I would expect the leader of TRIDENT to have at least some small semblance of work scattered across their desk...I mean damn, you don't even have a coffee cup hanging around this desk are you just the handsome face of public relations or what?” 
She paused for a moment and looked back towards the door then leaned towards Tristan revealing her neatly presented cleavage 
“By the way, I think your secretary is jealous of me or something because of this little one on one we’re having right now...Perhaps a little over possessive I don't know. She seems kind of stuck up and miserable and maybe a little fat!” 
The MOON operative sat back in her chair once more and was silent for a few minutes as she considered Tristan's words.
“Well let's see, the vacation was fine and dandy, got some sexy tan lines out of it. Everything was great until the MOON operatives stopped updating me and I came back to work then found out that all of my fellow operatives were you know….gone whilst attached to TRIDENT and this god forsaken floating fortress you live on. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?” 
Her emerald eyes glared at the man across the desk and just as he drew breath to speak she cut him off
“By the way! I don't know if you've heard yet since you look so busy and all at the moment, but the ritual site has since been destroyed. Everything's gone. Well mostly everything save for a few bits and pieces the team managed to scoop up while we were valliantly avoiding our demise once those ruins crumbled...It was a magical related demolition.” she held a hand up to stop him then continued 
“A destruction equivalent to several pounds of fucking C4”
Her eyes shifted to the photograph Tristian kept in his office then returned to him once more.
“Twain was able to interrogate one of the ritualists before the place fell though. He wrenched a good bit of information from the reanimated corpse before its puppet master cut the strings though. Information, Plans...Names” the words trailed off as the desecrated corpse's words echoed in her mind. The red head shook herself free of the memories then looked at Tristan once more as she deliberated if he was trustworthy enough for her to continue. “He mentioned Slay...Tristian. It may have been just ramblings of a dieing dead man but he did mention Slay.” She fell silent after that and gazed into Tristian's eyes intently. “You remember that name don't you.”

[b]Dimtri[/b]

“Ahhhh the brew of the day?” Dimitri scratched his head absently and shifted his eyes to their upper left corners as he tried to recall how long he had actually had his latest brew then abandoned the task with a shrug. 
“Not sure how long it's been really! Days, weeks perhaps.” He flipped the flask upside down and tapped the Water Catalyst that was embedded into the base. “The water catalyst makes it hard to tell you see! Refills the thing with water whenever I need it! I mean after a while the brew loses its potency, but it never runs dry unless I want it to!” He bragged with a slightly inebriated smile before plunging a hand deep within his robes. He withdrew a well worn leather pouch and tossed in on a nearby table so that its contents spilled out. “These are the herbs and mushrooms and grasses I gathered on my last excursion into the Eastern Ridges of Temperance though. It's what I had on me when I fell from my Windstrider after the effects of a different brew hit me full on! The rest of my stash was in one of the saddlebags.” 
Dimitri paused suddenly, patting at his robes before plunging his hand into them once more. 
“Oh yes and these too!” He tossed some bits of dried tree bark onto the table beside the pouch then proudly swept an arm over the ingredients as his grin broadened. 
“So lets see. Now all we need is some kind of boiled sweet tree sap and an airtight keg to pour it all into. We reboil everything, pour it out and seal our keg for a few days so that the tree bark can do its thing and trigger fermentation! And just like that, we can have a new Dimitri's brew of the day...You guys have an alchemy lab on this tin can anywhere?” he asked as he passed the flask to Twain so he could examine it. 
“You won't be able to activate the catalyst though, it was fused with my soul essence before the final enchantment but if you have an empty glass, I'll give you a little demonstration.” 
The monk slid an empty Siva Coffee Co cup towards Twain and chuckled. “Go ahead, empty the flask but don't spill it though. It's a fine brew indeed! feel free to have a sip while you watch.” He added with a wicked smile.

He turned his attention to Dayna “You want to try it too?”
she narrowed her eyes in aggravation  and answered flatly
“No fleshling. I am a ball of energy. I an not solid and so, I'm certain it would simply fall right through me and puddle onto the floor. As entertaining as it would be to see you lapping it all up, I find the notion of drinking plants and dirty things unappealing.”
“Oh really now? Then tell us. If you find eating and drinking things so unappealing how do you sustain yourself?” he countered with a grin
“I didn’t say that you fool. I said dirty things”
“Suit yourself, but you don't know what you're missing. Dirty things always taste the best!” He finished with a laugh.

If Dayna was not so interested in the monk's upcoming demonstration, she would have left the room right then to pursue a much more productive way to pass her time so instead; she just floated there, burning the monk with her spiteful glare, unable to decided what annoyed her the most; How he so blissfully ignored her glares, or the fact that he always seemed to be grinning.