Aspasia's eyebrow rose as Pax whirled around and slammed the drink on the counter. She cast a glance over the little metal creature. Myr they were, if she recalled correctly. She snatched up the bottle and, ignoring the shot glass, drank directly from the bottle. Damn, that wasn't half bad. Her eyes glinted excitedly as Pax crowded the little metal creature and whispered threats. Rooting for his anger, her fingers twitched towards her axes just in case. As the tension built between them, a feral grin unfurled as the Orzhov made his own demands and she... sat back with a huff as they seemed to drink happily together. Damn. 


A woman, dressed in red and black, slipped up to the bar. Taking another swig, Aspasia rolled her eyes as it came to light she was another member of the church here. She seemed interesting at first too.  Aspasia turned her attention to the little myr.


"[color=ed1c24]That tends to be the opinion on wurms. However, thoughts change when they're on your side. Ever fought on the back of one while the Roil is whipping the winds around you? Best rush you'll ever have![/color]" She chuckled and emptied the bottle and slammed it back on the table, "[color=ed1c24]I prefer Hydras. Much angrier honestly.[/color]" She stood to leave but stopped as the Orzhov male spoke up, "When did you get that? The coat over your armor. How long ago was it you got that?"

"[color=ed1c24]Not sure. Don't really keep track of that. They over stayed their welcome in the forests so I found them and stuck my axes in their heads.[/color]" She shrugged and leaned back on the counter, "[color=ed1c24]Didn't steal it if that's what you're wondering nor is it for sale.[/color]" She eyed the man carefully. She spent plenty of time avoiding the Guilds of this plane. She wasn't exactly comfortable with a member of one speaking directly to her.

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