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[color=gray]Fairies made for… interesting familiars. The right word to describe one would be… compact? They had entertaining personalities and were easy to carry around in other words. It was typical to spot many during gatherings as entertainers. The occasional trickster fairy being used for scamming was a normal occurrence for anyone who frequented these events, and so, Octavio saw the energetic fairy in a negative light. [i][color=#dde0c7]Really, a scam this obvious? Well well, this part of town must be worse off than I thought![/color][/i]

Lynx said nothing. He was silently trying to predict the outcome of events. Octavio was going to eventually agree to taking part in a game a little too enthusiastically and would end up bolting as soon as they tried pulling a fast one on him. Or maybe the game would be legitimate and he´d lose a chunk of his funds. Or maybe…

The big cat mulled over the thoughts in his head and was brought back to reality by his owner´s voice. [color=#dde0c7]“Oh, spaghetti?! How exotic! This sounds interesting, I must say.”[/color] said Octavio, a little too enthusiastically. Lynx smiled to himself. [color=white][i]Hmph, thought as much.[/i][/color] He got close to the humans, but not too close. 

Octavio´s enthusiasm was stored for later at the mention of cults and whatnot. He entered the inn with the hopes of learning about the other, [i]better[/i] inn, and was now aware of how dangerous it could be. Octavio had the tendency to weasel his way out of physical conflict, but if these competent looking men and women were to all conspire against this mysterious cult, well, the looting would be priceless. He was thinking too fast for Lynx to keep up with at this point. 

As the reckless rogue walked towards the others the space around him distorted. Most of the inn´s patrons were frozen in place, and to the disappointment of Octavio anyone that appeared to have loot on them was unaffected. And as if things couldn´t get any stranger, a mischievous man was now talking to the ceiling and going by two separate names. Lynx walked at a brisk pace to the bottom of a table, following procedures. Octavio stared in astonishment. The man´s magic was impressive, but there was no way he could go up against every unaffected person in the building and live. So he raised an eyebrow and looked gleefuly at the disorder unfolding right in front of him. 

[color=#dde0c7]“Well Gin, welcome to our humble inn. Using magic irresponsibly and treating wine as if it were nothing at all is such a scandalous and over the top way to introduce yourself to a crowd."[/color] said Octavio, pausing his words intentionally for his next bit. [color=#dde0c7]“I´m impressed!”[/color] Lynx poked his head out from underneath the table, analyzing every move the strange man made. [color=white][i]Isn´t anybody here normal?[/i][/color] thought the familiar.[/color]