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[h1]Fox
Meeting, Hot Springs[/h1][/center]

A fox was standing at the entrance of the hot springs. Why was a fox standing there?

Even the fox had no real understanding of why it was here. It had been told to come here, adn that the master would do the rest, but it personally had no knowledge of the meeting taking place here.

Yawning, it took a step closer, and revealed what it was to the rest of the people there. It was no true fox- it’s appearance was too blurred, too smooth to be real. The odd coloring only lended credence to it’s existence as a being unlike what one would normally see or find in the wild. It’s mouth opened, and a woman’s voice came out. 

“Greetings, one and all. I apologize for being unable to attend the meeting in person, but certain matters held me up. As such, I have sent this familiar here in my stead. Thank you for the invitation to this meeting. I hope this shall be productive.”

The fox gave a yip, and walked to where the rest of the gathered participants were. Kosara’s nature probably resulted in her being the last to arrive. If any other were to arrive after her, she would most certainly be surprised.




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[h2]Jack
The Bar, Shinto[/h2][/center]

...there was nothing in this bar to distract him. A small blessing for his pained self, and also a crushing curse.

He picked up his glass with his forearms, and drank it dry. Adapt. Improvise. Overcome. Tenants he had held to his life as a thief to defeat any security, to secure any loot.

Look at him now. Having to work to drink beer. 

The quiet man behind the bar had not bothered him when he had stumbled in here drunk. He did not acknowledge his existence either. 

Of course he would not. Jack the Thief was nothing. Jack the Knight was a failure. Jack the Hero knew nothing of victory, only ashes of defeat. 

A part of him, the Knight, cried out. He was not without merit, it said. He ignored it. Worthless merit. Merit without effort. Nothing.

The beer was bitter.

Good, Jack thought.

The taste of losing his spoils was far more bitter.