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[center][h3]-Last Night-[/h3][/center]

It was late in one of Honorfire’s less than stellar neighborhoods and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPaz0p2dpEk]music[/url] echoed out of a disreputable looking bar and into the worn streets around. The music swelled as the door crashed open as a fellow slammed through it and tumbled onto the sidewalk, coming to rest in a pile of refuse. While certainly still alive, it was plain he wouldn’t be moving under his own power for sometime. A silhouette filled the doorway, as Aden Chernus stood there with a triumphant smirk as she straightened her marginally ruffled shirt.

[b]“Was that [I]really[/I] necessary, Aden?”[/b] A voice asked over the dull murmur of voices as she turned back inside, closing the door as she did. [colour=367736][b]”Hey, it’s not like I killed him.”[/b][/colour] She replied, heading towards the bar. The bartender, who’d questioned her just shook her head as she poured a drink for another customer. [b]”Y’ could ’ve just said y’ were a Hunter, I mean, don’t you lot get some sort of crest to prove that? I’m sure if you’d pulled that out he’d ‘ve apologized..maybe even bout you a drink.”[/b] [colour=367736][b]”Maybe Sheena, maybe.”[/b][/colour] Aden replied, reclaiming her drink from where she’d set it on the bar. [colour=367736][b]”On the other hand, he was talking shit and you know I couldn’t let that pass.”[/b][/colour]

Sheena, the owner and sole barkeep of the [I]Honor’s End[/I], a rough and tumble dive bar built right against Honorfire's outer wall, just shook her head and rolled her eyes. Aden was a long time regular, and unlike many of the others, she paid her tabs. [b]”So,”[/b] She said, starting to wipe down the bar. [b]”Where you off to? You’re only this ‘fighty’ just before you head out.”[/b] Aden laughed and downed her third, or was it fifth, beer of the night. [colour=367736][b]”Oh, it’s a bad sign when your [I]barkeep[/I] knows you so well.”[/b][/colour] They both shared a chuckle, before Aden got a little serious. [colour=367736][b]”Nothing too major,”[/b][/colour] She lied. It bothered her a bit, lying to someone she [I]did[/I] actually consider a friend, but it was what it was. [colour=367736][b]”Just a patrol to the city’s southeast…rumor of a concentration of demons, so we’re gonna do a little scouting.”[/b][/colour] Sheena blanched a bit at her words. [colour=367736][b]”Hey don’t worry,”[/b][/colour] Aden said with a grin. [colour=367736][b]”My tabs all paid up after all!”[/b][/colour] Despite her obvious worry, Sheea laughed and reached out to cuff Aden in the shoulder. [b]”Very funny you ass, but seriously, do stay safe.”[/b] [colour=367736][b]”Always.”[/b][/colour]

[center][h3]-Now-[/h3][/center]

Aden yawned and grimaced as the hangover pecked at her. [colour=367736][b]”Laugh it up you ass.”[/b][/colour] She muttered to the human-shaped silvery figure ‘walking’ beside her. Gamas never spoke, but she could sense what it was thinking or saying, and right now it was most amused. Reaching the North Gate, she spotted what could only be another Hunter; the only other people nearby were the on duty guards, and civilians tended to avoid the areas near the gates when at all possible.

[colour=367736][b]”Yo,”[/b][/colour] She said by way of a greeting. Propping herself against a wall, she did a once over of what little gear she was carrying, before taking the scattergun, which had been slung over a shoulder, and ‘racking’ it to load a shell. Then with deft and practiced hands, she slowly pulled the bolt open again. This time she re-seated the shot she’d just loaded, before tucking another round taken from her gear, under the bolt and onto the lifter. That done, she eased to bolt forwards before flipping the gun upside down and feeding a new shell into the magazine tube. All loaded up, she captured the gun’s hammer under her thumb and pulled the trigger, easing the hammer down once it released.

All that done, she dropped onto the bench beside Zyrick with another yawn. Gamas stood in front of the man and seemed to be studying him.