Nix was not happy with the outcome. Her authority was challenged, and she had no real way now to right the injustice, and her lone rebuttal to the act only ended up injuring the wrong person. When Kistal fussed at her, telling her it wasn't Kallen, not only was she more confused now, but she was now antsy since someone else came into the picture. She simply huffed irritatedly. So what, was it this guy now? There was no sense in all of this. She would have to check on Kistal after the others left them alone. That bite would be nasty and she would need to try to bath it to keep from infection. 

She crawled over to where the small vase the little thief was hiding in, circled it twice, and sat down with her legs crossed and the vase in the middle. If one took the time watch her, they would notice now that things were calmer that Nix had strips of various cloth as bandages wrapped around her ankles and wrists where the cuffs from the other day had been. She sat there indignantly, watching with her ears back and eyes narrowed. Her tail did swish a couple times, thumping on the ground when Kistal struck the strange man. If he was the actual culprit of that flash that made her bite Kistal, then it was more than alright by her. However, she was still much more wary of the human that first woke her up.


Ingoleth had seen his fair share of mages to know that standing in front of one when casting magic was dangerous. He immediately skipped backwards and away from him, his back towards the wall, just in time, as the horned one's horn lightly scraped the side of his skull in an attempt to headbutt him. Good timing, me! he thought as the beastman then moved to punch him. 
Unfortunately for him, close combat was never his thing, so instead, he deliberately sat still, the strength of that beastman knocking him a step back against the wall, to which he straightened his back and fixed his posture, revealing a toothy, cocky smirk, his longer canines visible. He was in pain, but he was also a good performer. Good enough to fake his death twice. This small task of fooling these two was a piece of cake.

"If by 'handling' it, you mean create a commotion, attract a fox spirit obsessed with mischief, then proceed to engage in an ego battle with a proud wolf girl, then yes. You were definitely handling it i'll give you that." he paused, taking a good look around and processing everything happening. "Wait, i caused the fight? God.. are you all scared of pretty lights? The mere thought of you trying to kill me is amusing."

At first glance, his appearance would signal a half Beastman, or to the better versed, a Grusk, particularly his unnaturally colored, sharper features. His illusions being cast without any visible catalyst could be seen as supporting the Grusk theory.

"Either way, i dont recommend approaching the vase. If you knew anything about wolfmen you would know that's her territory. Most actions are seen as hostile."



Allanon listened as Maeve explained what she knew of the Hallas family's recovery. Since it had been so long since he had heard from his former comrade it was a good thing to hear that he was successful in his endeavors even if they were slow. He had little interest in visiting Tundral, but if his adventures took him there in the future he would try his best to meet Craiv. He understood how closed off Tundral was to the outside world.

[color=50B1B8]"Thank you,"[/color] Allanon said. [color=50B1B8]"Of my old friends he is one of the few left alive. I'm glad he's doing well enough for his family to be back on the rise. I can relate to your feelings in regards to politics. My own family wanted to use me for political marriage as well."[/color] He turned to head out and deal with the commotion outside when he heard her repeat his name making him pause in his movement. When she said "sparring partner" he realized exactly what she was and chuckled. [color=50B1B8]"Perhaps at some point later we can exchange pointers. Even though I've long since left the dueling life I'm always willing to take on challengers when they find me."[/color]

Then he heard his name again from a different voice from a young woman that just entered the bar. He looked at her cautiously, but after a few moments recognized the Red Saints attire. The girl herself looked familiar as if he had met her somewhere, but her name entirely evaded him. Not all that surprising as when he brought in people needing the Red Saints' help he never asked for names although he heard several of them often enough. The Saints were the only organization he trusted to protect the victims he brought in from the Calabris family. He was pretty certain she was from one of the Portean locations.

[color=50B1B8]"I could say the same thing to you,"[/color] He responded with a kind smile. [color=50B1B8]"We can talk another time. It appears there's a commotion not far, and there is a thief about."[/color]

With that he marched out the door and to the marketplace to witness what clearly looked to be a dispute between Kallen, Kistal, and a stranger right in front of a stall. 

Kallen blinked incredulously at Ingoleth. [color=D82408]"Ego battle? What are you talking about? My interest here resides with the thieving creature in that jar. Why in the hell would I waste my time engaging in an ego battle?"[/color] He sighed in frustration. As he did he noticed Allanon approaching. So much for discreetly finding a thief and getting recompense of some sort.

[color=50B1B8]"What in the hell is going on here?"[/color] Allanon demanded with his arms crossed. [color=50B1B8]"'Thieving creature in that jar'? Some questions need answering here."[/color]

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"Tinker," Nix interrupted, glaring at Kallen. "Not thief, [i]tinker[/]. Is imp. Nix will not give to one eye," she stated matter-of-factly. She huffed air as if to finalize the statement and turned her head from him.


Bidzil caught up with the others, apologizing once more to Elren and hurrying to the market. "What'd I miss? Oh wow, there's a lot more people here than I thought," he mentioned looking around at the large group forming. Oddly enough, all foreign to Kalla, including him. "What is… a 'tinker imp'? Never heard of that before.


Nix's ears perked up as she looked to Bidzil. She remembered him from the desert, much like this other man, but other than that, she didn't know much about him. With Kistal there, she felt more at ease despite the growing number of people. "Tinker just is. Take things, make things, share with pack, pack share with tinker."


At that point a familiar voice was heard calling to them as they approached. "Well, aren't all of you drawing a nice little crowd this morning?" the voice called out. The group would be able to turn and see Hilde walking up in her full gear looking better than ever after being healed and given a night to rest and freshen up. She had a big smile on her face like her father as she looked around at the how they were pulling attention to the curious townspeople either stopping to see what was going on or slowing down to rubber-neck as they passed by.

 "What's with all the commotion? I heard shouting all the way from the temple. Anything wrong I can help with, or a good drink at the inn might solve?" The last suggestion seemed a bit more like a request the way she said it. Which it was, in hopes to get them away from the stalls and in a place that could calm their nerves over a nice relaxing drink. Not to mention cooler temperatures tend to make cooler heads. Despite her objections at being a temple guard, she seemed to still like the position.

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[h1]Mansion[/h1]

	Both the girls woke up with a yawn and a stretch, though Momoki was cut short as she felt a push, causing her to tumble over to another of Alia's tails, sweeping the blanket that was Momoki's tails off the three of them. She yipped in surprise but relaxed as she practically melted into the plushy tail as well. "Oh, Elren," she said, pausing to get focus. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. She didn't even remember when they got back here. Her eyes then widened as she perked up. "W-wait, Elren! O-oh my. We didn't... do you still have all your mana? you aren't feeling woozy are you?" she asked, afriad of what may have transpired in her drunken night before.

Then Aliah stirred once more, more sluggish than her sister. "No, everything is fine. I watched over both of you," she spoke slowly and dreamily, as if trying to shake off a still lingering dream. "Vonna stopped putting alcohol in your drinks after you two stumbled to your chairs," Aliah explained. "It seems you are getting better around my aura. After all, you were the first to wake."

Momoki sat up and pondered for a moment. "Hmm, now that I think about it, you haven't seemed effected by my scents. [i] "Maybe I need to amp it up a bit later~"[/i] Momoki giggled mischievously.