[h3]Zerul City, the Drunken Dove[/h3]
Neither of the deo’iel sisters seemed to react to the restrained hostility and grim threats being exchanged between Ixion and Morgan, though they did seem a little affected by the delay in their business this caused. Violet seemed restless, shifting her weight from leg to leg as her brow furrowed in a worried expression, and while Rose’s expression was much harder to read with just the eyes being visible over her mask, her brow did seem to lower progressively the longer they took to get on with business, betraying a growing annoyance and impatience. The exchange between Ixion and Morgan did not take long, but even the couple of handfuls of seconds running through their fingers seemed to bother them.
They did not react to the revelation of Ixion’s face or name either, and both simply nodded at him in recognition of the sign of goodwill sharing his identity symbolized, particularly after him pointing out that he was aware of how dangerous doing so could be. They both reacted much more visibly when Morgan removed his mask, with Violet’s eyes widening and her worry seeming to move aside to let wonder and curiosity take its place, a small smile coming upon her lips, and Rose’s tilting her head left, examining him with great interest. Again they both nodded in greeting, then turned their attention to I’on.
“We are familiar with your name,” Violet commented on I’on’s introduction, as she and her sister nodded their greeting for the third time. That was her only comment on that, or any of their identities, even with the implications of Morgan and Ixion’s unusual appearances and the occupations suggested by the statement of the latter.

Rose was reaching her left hand to her face to remove her own mask - revealing that her left hand, unlike the right one, was unclothed in its shelter beneath the cloak, only had four fingers and seemed to be covered in what appeared to be short white fur - but stopped in the middle of the motion when I’on spoke again, addressing them on the issue of what to do about what had happened here.
“Not our problem,” the masked demonspawn grumbled, waving the penin off impatiently.
“Easy, dear,” Violet cautioned her sister, then turned her attention to I’on. “But really, don’t worry about it too much; I very much doubt we’ll be interrupted. The guards know that my sister and I are here, as does the innkeeper, and neither will be very eager to interrupt our business... or any deo’iel’s business, actually, since it tends to be rather dangerous.” She paused, shrugging. “As for the condition of the inn, I will report the incident to the nearest deo’iel base, and they will take care of reparations. I expect that they will pay both for repairs to the building and compensation for lost income during the time it will take to fix the place. Then my sister and I will receive a reprimand and a penalty for what happened, and business will continue as usual.”
She looked around at the empty room, then refocused on I’on. “And I suppose that we might as well talk about the Fixer here, now that everyone else left. Our concern about speaking of him is that he seems to want to keep his existence as close to unknown as possible, though he appears to allow a select few to know about him; people he expects to become strong one day, is our main theory. Anyone within earshot earlier, when you mentioned his name... well, luckily we did not discuss his identity any further, so he might let it slip. Otherwise, chances are that he will kill them soon.”
“Also,” Rose interrupted, pointing her newly revealed furry left hand at Ixion as she stared at him intently, “you’ll want to be careful with that sword. You took that from a tool; they all have one. It’s called a Dirge, and it’s a bane-weapon... if you know what that means.”